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arafilez · 10 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▰ ▰ ✶ WØRLD EPISØDE FIN: WILL ⪨

ㅤㅤ➛ ㅤviii.ㅤ EVERYTHING 𒉽 choi jongho❛ 𓇿

🥂̸̤ㅤㅤfluff forced proximity pg13ㅤ ✸ㅤthe last person you wanted to complete the mission with is jongho, well too bad he is the only optionㅤㅤ───ㅤㅤ w: fighting . one-bed trope ㅤㅤ»ㅤㅤ wc: 3kㅤㅤ𠈔ㅤㅤ moodboard

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“Everything that comes out of your mouth is stupid.”

“Choi Jongho”

“Shut up.”

You both stop abruptly at the third voice and turn towards the captain but not without giving each other one last glare. Hongjoong takes a deep breath and looks at you two shaking his head wondering what he had ever done in his past life to get such a chaotic group of spies. Because they surely can’t act like one.

“Okay now that I have your attention span of five seconds, you two are doing this mission together,” Hongjoong speaks and doesn’t bother to look up already knowing what is coming.

“I am not going with him.”

“Again?”

You both shout at the same time earning an eye-roll from Hongjoong who merely states, “Yes, and you don’t get a choice.” Your mouth hangs open at his words and you try to protest only for Hongjoong to silence you and say, “Because you two are our best undercovers.”

“Well, I am, of course, but her?” Jongho asks, mocking evident in his voice and you snicker at the immature man beside you. Being the two youngest in the team you two didn’t leave one day where you wouldn’t bite each other’s head off.

“Of course, because you are the one who brought home the information in our last mission,” you say, plastering a sickly sweet smile on your face.

“Talk with respect, I was born first,” he bites back and you roll your eyes at the lame comeback before saying, “Don’t you mean hatched?”

“Dismissed,” Hongjoong says interrupting you two and giving a stern look that makes both of you shut up and accept it and leave. Walking outside you close Hongjoong’s door behind you and feel Jongho tapping your shoulder.

“What?” you give him a look which quickly turns into confusion as you see him shushing you and pointing towards the lab door where you see Wooyoung’s sister clinging onto Yunho.

You shrug lightly whispering, “Well Wooyoung oppa is going to be fucking over the moon,” and Jongho giggles at your response knowing his hyung in fact will be.

You look towards Jongho who has a gummy smile etched on his face and for a moment you let your mind tell you he looks cute in that smile with his crinkled eyes that look like a crescent moon.

“Too bad you don’t have a brother, let alone his best friend,” Jongho remarks and the record screeches and comes to a halt. You smile at him before showing your middle finger to his face and he sticks out his tongue making you scoff.

“It’s almost two, do you want to plan tomorrow or now?” Jongho asks suddenly and you contemplate a bit balancing out your odds and he takes the cue to continue, “What are you thinking so much, you don’t have anyone to go back to your room, unlike San hyung.”

You attempt to kick him, swinging your leg in the hair and he giggles running towards his room and you follow muttering curses under your breath at the little spawn of the devil.

The relationship you and Jongho had was interesting. You two were the undercovers of Ateez and being a team you two complement each other well, bringing information as well as eliminating bodies left and right.

But, there’s always a but, you two couldn’t stand each other. You found him obnoxious and annoying and he found you too hasty. At least that was the basic reason. There were a thousand other reasons which justify why you would kill him on a good day. One of them, was his big mouth that was never shut, annoying you whenever he could.

“What is your plan? Where do we start?” your thoughts come to a halt as Jongho’s voice infiltrates your ear and you look at him in the eyes that hold a boring expression.

You shake your head lightly and sit down on his bed, which you will never admit is very comfortable, and say, “We can just simply keep a watch on them and act accordingly.”

“We will not be in any disguise genius, what if we get caught?” he throws his shoes off his legs to the corner of the room and sits down beside you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“We will improvise like we have always done till now,” you shrug lightly. Honestly, this mission wasn’t a lot. Even though it has crucial information standing on the line you and Jongho have been on much harder missions and have been alive.

Even though you might have tried to kill each other while at it.

“Fine just don’t do stupid shit when we almost get caught, like that time you suggested beer pong,” Jongho grits out, eyes flaming with anger as he remembers how you had almost slept with an official if he hadn’t saved you.

“That was all part of the plan,” you dismiss him airily and he rolls his eyes muttering “Sure” which made you feel embarrassed as hell because it sure wasn’t part of any plan. Heck, you already have two people in your team for that job.

He yawns stretching out his limbs and you look at him and watch his muscles flex under the t-shirt he is wearing accentuating his arm muscles and you watch him intently.

“Good muscles, no?” Jongho smirks looking at you ogling and your eyes widen at getting caught and you cough looking away and say, “Yeah whatever, those are just for show.”

You even fake a scoff to hide the warmth radiating from your cheeks and he raises an eyebrow.

“They can show you a lot of things baby,” he purrs, his body slightly leaning towards you and you stare back at his eyes with equal intensity. You are pretty sure your cheeks are red by now, and you can feel his breath too close to you, and you might be hallucinating but you see his eyes travel to your lips for a split second.

Coughing lightly, you abruptly get up before you do something you regret and walk towards the door. Jongho also sits up looking away and you say a small “See you tomorrow,” and leave.

“You have got to be fucking with me!” you exclaim, a frustrated groan leaving with me as you eye the room you are to stay for the night. It is definitely a sorry excuse for a homestay, heck you have stayed in worse places but that isn’t the problem.

The problem is sharing the room with Jongho.

A room which has one bed.

No couch.

No mattress.

Not even two blankets in what they are calling a “double bed.” Double? It is more like a single and a half. Not even half, quarter.

“No thanks, I have better things to do,” Jongho’s monotonous reply brings you out of your trance and you glare at him throwing your backpack on the small table at the side.

The table creaks making you cringe and you slowly pick up your bag and keep it beside the leg of the bed. You are not paying for a broken table. They cannot even make more rooms, of course, they can’t afford a decent table.

“You’re sleeping on the floor,” you deadpan and Jongho laughs sarcastically saying, “How about you say that to your phone’s selfie camera?”

“Selfie camera? Really?” you fold your arms cocking your eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes and says, “Yeah well there’s no mirror.” You scoff at his attitude and continue, “You cannot make a lady sleep on the floor.”

“Where’s the lady? I can’t see her,” he retaliates with a smirk adorning his face. You take in a deep break and shooting him a quick glare you plop down on the bed.

Jongho puts his bag down beside yours and glances around. His heart panics a little at the single bed but he quickly looks away. It is three days, he can do this.

You think it is for three days, you can go without killing each other, maintain a safe distance, and return safely to the base. You can do this.

You absolutely cannot do this.

Jongho has been shuffling for the last fifteen minutes and he doesn’t stop. His tossing and turning make you annoyed and you hiss in anger and turn towards him and yell, “Jongho just sleep for fuck’s sake.”

He turns towards you and whispers, “I am trying.”

“Well, try harder, and stop moving,” you finally shoot your eyes open and look at him. The proximity makes you falter quickly and you can see your noses almost touching, his eyes scanning your whole face.

Your eyes rake his face, over every mole, cute lump and his nose-bridge and then fall to his lips. You quickly look up at him and he opens his mouth and you brace yourself for the worst teasing of your life.

“You have really nice eyes,” your eyes widen in shock and your lips part but no words come out as you continue to stare into his soft, brown eyes. After a moment you collect yourself barely and say, “Go to sleep Choi.”

Why is this hotel room so goddamn cold?

“Okay,” he whispers back, his breath fanning your face your mouth a ‘good’ because you didn’t trust your voice and turn your back to him, trying to calm your heart.

Jongho eyes rest on your back trying to even his breath until his eyes close.

You wake up in the middle of the night, or rather your bladder urges you to try to move. Except you can’t when you see Jongho’s hand draped over your waist, holding you close. His soft breath dances on your neck and you stay awake for some time enjoying the warmth of his body that feels so strangely comfortable and you hate to admit it.

Okay no you really need to pee.

You wiggle out of his arms slowly, not intending to wake him up and he groans making you go still. “Why do I care?” you think to yourself but put extra care into placing his arms down and getting up.

Coming back you jump lightly as Jongho’s annoyed eyes match yours and he says, “Come back here.”

“Why?” your cheeks tinge a shade of red and you are glad the room is dark or else you would have never lived it down. You take a sip of water from the bottle, trying to shove the feeling down your burning throat but you can’t.

Jongho keeps watching your ministrations, getting impatient with each passing second. Why can’t you just come back goddammit? He speaks up before he can stop himself and says, “You are the only source of warmth in this stupid hotel, so come back before I get hypothermia.”

You smirk lightly at his bear-like features getting all riled up and shrug your shoulders nonchalantly making him huff and turn sideways away from you. You cannot believe Jongho being this needy.

Jongho never loses his composure. Except when he is with you, you make him do crazy things.

You giggle lightly at the pouting baby bear before you walk towards him and get inside the duvet and his eye shots up as you lie down. He instantly wraps his arm around you and you murmur to him, “I am only doing this because you are cold and you will get hypothermia or whatever, don’t take it otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” his sleepy voice reverberates in the room as he holds you tightly making your insides warm up. He is just cold, don’t overthink, you scold your mind before lulling back to sleep.

The next morning becomes unusually quiet, unlike your usual bickering. Both of you check your logs sent by Yunho and work on your tactical gears and weapons. Neither of you brings up last night’s incident, an unspoken agreement forming.

At the said time, you both leave the motel and arrive at the back door of the pub. You say the code and they let you two in and you search for your perp.

“There she is,” Jongho whispers and you quickly look over to his direction and spot her immediately. “You talk with officials, I will go talk with her,” you say and he nods before you part ways. You strut your way towards her and sit beside her at the bar, passing her a glance.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you look at Jongho who has a resolute look on his face as he sits down to play poker with the officials. You smile lightly at his undercover suit that makes him look like a businessman.

Jongho knows the official has a gun ready below the table and he sends a signal to Mingi who gets ready in his position at the back. Jongho smiles lightly and continues the game like nothing happened until he is on the last card and pulls out an Ateez card from his pocket turning it swiftly to the officers.

You knock over your drink on purpose, and Mingi walks towards Jongho. “You’re dead, darling,” you whisper as soon as you see Jongho firing the bullets and you smirk lightly holding her down and she fights back. “Oh shit,” you whisper when she jabs you on your forehead before you hold her down in a choking position.

With her free hand, she punches you on the lips and you feel offended. She did not just ruin your pretty lips, and you scoffed in annoyance before grabbing the spray from your waist and using it on her.

“Bitch, you could have hit any other place but these pretty lips?” you say before throwing her figure down for an amused Mingi to watch you.

The perp falls limp on the ground and you gesture at Mingi who gladly takes her back to the headquarters. You look around in confusion and Mingi shrugs as you see Jongho still shooting. You roll your eyes pulling him by the elbow and whisper, “Tell me you got the papers.”

“Let’s make a grand exit,” he grins cheekily and you look at him quizzically and pull him by the arm saying, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

He gives you a deaf ear shooting the fire extinguishing sprinklers as the water starts pouring. “What the actual-“ You don’t finish your sentence running out and looking at him in disbelief as he walks through the water like it is some sort of runway.

When he finally comes out after his “dramatic exit” you say, “I will be handling your CV to modelling agencies when we get back, just wait and see.”

He laughs and you scoff and stomp away as he follows you, the papers safely with Mingi sent back.

Back at the motel, he forcefully makes you sit down on the bed as he brings the first-aid kit out. You eye his ministrations and snicker when he accidentally pours some antiseptic on his fingers instead of the cotton.

“You should have told me you are hurt,” he says, lightly dabbing at the wound on your forehead first.

“Oh and stop your modelling, how on earth can I do that?” you fake a gasp and Jongho forcefully jabs your forehead and you slap his hand.

Jongho lightly flicks your forehead, his gummy smile etching his lips as he steps closer. He holds your jaw softly, turning your head up and your eyes follow his hands that busied themselves on cleaning the cut.

“Geez I am fine you big baby, I have got way bigger cuts than one on a forehead and a split lip,” you complain while Jongho carefully presses a piece of cotton between your lips. Your words get muffled and he smiles in a sinister way and says, “You are so much better when you don’t talk.”

You stick your middle finger at his face and he edges closer to you, looking down at you raises your eyebrows as you gaze back. “There are a lot more ways where I can make you quiet,” he smirks and continues, “Or make you scream louder.”

Your face flushes with warmth and reaches the tip of your ears at his words and your eyes widen. You look at your sides and see Jongho’s arms flexing as he holds the bed headboard. Fuck him and his apple-breaking arms, you think.

Fuck everything.

“Yeah?” you ask softly taking out the cotton from your lips and continuing, “Why don’t you show me the ways?”

Jongho raises his eyebrow dipping his head more and the closeness almost makes your noses touch and he asks, “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe I will,” you speak, a mischievous smile tugging on your lips and before can count to another second Jongho’s lips press to yours in a desperate kiss. You stumble lightly from the pressure and hold his shoulders tilting your head. Your lips move in perfect sync and the kiss turns from rough and desperate to soft and sensual in seconds. His grip softens and he holds your hands while you caress his hair lightly. You feel him smile in the kiss and return it as you two part.

You love this about Jongho so much.

He smiles and you bite your lips feeling shy as he pecks your lips saying, “You were right, I am stupid.” You groan at him shaking your head and trying to cover his mouth but he continues, “Stupidly in love with you.”

“Oh my god, that is so cheesy,” you groan at him and he laughs before tackling you to the bed and kissing you all over the face while you giggle.

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livlaughloveluke · 1 year ago

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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ever since that night on the rooftop, you’ve known

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a little cursing, brief mention of past toxic relationship, ethan being an absolute sweetheart

𝐚/𝐧- clearing out my drafts rn so im kinda posting a lot! this ones kinda short and sweet, but i think its cute 💗 also, you might want to listen to margaret by lana del rey, it will help this make sense 😭

margaret (feat. bleachers) by lana del rey

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ethan’s heart sunk at the sight of someone on the roof, where he normally he spent his sleepless nights, thinking alone. he cautiously approached the mysterious figure, only to find out that it was a women who looked to be around his age, dressed in a lengthy white dress, with gorgeous shimmery pearls hanging loosely around your neck.

there was something enchanting about this moonlight. you looked incredible, despite your glossy eyes and runny mascara, which had given away the fact that you had been crying.

“you okay?” ethan muttered, unsure of what to do or say to the dazzling young girl. you jump, startled by the presence of another person. you wipe away what was left of your mascara, trying to clean up a little.

“yeah..? yeah.” you said, the first word sounding like you were trying to convince yourself, while the second ‘yeah’ sounding more persuasive and firm.

“wanna talk about it?” the brown eyed boy suggested, unsure where he got his confidence from. something about the stranger on the rooftop made him want to learn more.

“well, my boyfriend just broke up with me on our 6 month anniversary. he said he was taking me out to celebrate, but ended up dumping me while we were eating, elle woods style.” you shared.

“he sounds like a real asshole. maybe it was for the best.” ethan stated.

“i think you’re right. he was kind of an asshole.” the girl giggled in response.

ethan grinned, taking in her beauty as they stared at each other.

“well, i shared my story, now what about you? why are you here tonight? your girlfriend dump you?” you jokes, although you remained curious to what he reply was.

“uhm- no, no girlfriend. i like to come out here when i cant sleep. it helps me think.” he answers, taking a deep breath of the crisp, chilly air. he approached the ledge, and sat down, legs hanging off the building. it was scary the first few times, but recently he came to enjoy it. there was something so freeing about the risks of being this high up.

you mirror his actions and sit next to him. you look at the breathtaking view, before realizing there was a much better view right beside you.

you face him to ask a question.

“how do you know?”

ethan tilted his head in confusion, your question was to vague for him to answer. you continue talking, giving more context.

“what if he was the love of my life? how do i know?” this time, ethan can answer your question easily.

“that’s your answer, the answer is no. if you have to ask, then he wasn’t your true love. when you know, you’ll know.”

you just hummed in response.

“we never properly introduced ourselves. I don’t even know your name.” you inform him.

“we don’t even know each others names, and yet i still feel closer to you than anyone else in my life.” he added, letting out a dry chuckle, trying to hide how pathetic that was.

“i feel the same. you probably know more about my feelings than any of my friends, and we’ve known each other for what, five minutes?” you added. he was relieved that you shared the same emotions as him.

you stuck out your hand. “my name is y/n.”

ethan got the memo and reached to shake your hand. the contact made butterflies fill his stomach. “my name is ethan.” he replied.

“ethan? i would have never guessed that was your name. don’t get me wrong, i think its lovely, but you look more like a conner to me.”

ethan laughed at your comment, and swiftly formed a response. “conner? really? i think i look more like an axel.”

“i could see that i guess, but all i can think about when i hear the name axel is this kid who bullied me in second grade.” you giggle.

“you were bullied by a kid named axel?” he teases.

“yes!! and every day he would tell the teacher on me for something I didn’t even do!! and worse, the teacher believed him!” you were now full blown laughing, along with ethan who was starting to really enjoy talking to you.

you and him continued chatting a little longer, asking basic questions, but you wanted more. you wanted to know the real ethan.

“im tired of all these simple questions. lets go more in depth. for starters, if you only had one day left to live, would you tell anyone? why or why not?” you ask him.

“woah. to be honest, i don’t think i would tell anyone until the end of the day, you know? why ruin your last day alive by being constantly pitied, if you could spend it happily with the people you love most?” he announced, and you nodded your head in agreement.

“now i ask you something. if were getting murdered, and got to choose the way you were killed, what would you pick?”

“wow, that took a turn. i would probably choose to get poisoned. its not painful really, and its pretty quick. just don’t poison me with bleach. i hate the smell of it.” you declared.

this caused you both to start laughing again, to the point where your stomach hurt. after your giggle fest, your exhaustion got the best of you, and you yawned, sleepily. your actions did not go unnoticed by ethan, and he decided to call it a night. he helped walk you home, making sure to keep you safe.

you talked the whole way home, mainly about your music taste. he was into the alternative indie kinda music, and you bonded over a few artists. then, you reached your dorm. you exchanged numbers, none of you wanting this relationship to end.

for the next week, you texted each other constantly, giving song recommendations, and just learning about one another in general. you figured out you both went to blackmore university, and took a few of the same classes. you were surprised you hadn’t seen him before, but then again, two weeks ago you weren’t looking.

you were supposed to meet him on the rooftop again tonight. this time however, you wouldn’t be caught sulking in a dress. you changed into a more comfortable, yet gorgeous look.

eleven pm rolled around, and you headed up to the roof. ethan was already waiting for you, a bouquet of tulips in his hands. he handed them to you, and you couldn’t hold your smile back.

“how’d you know these were my favorite?!” you questioned him.

“you’re mentioned it a couple times. i researched the meaning, and it turns out they symbolize growth and new beginnings, which i thought was perfect, because of your recent relationship ending and uh i-“

you cut him off with a hug, holding the flowers off to the side, not wanting to crush them. you pull apart so you could face him when talking.

“they’re beautiful, eth. I can’t believe you put so much effort into them.” you informed him.

your ex boyfriend was a total dickhead, who never really cared. you weren’t sure if he even got you flowers once in your relationship. it was new having someone that cared, and the feeling of being truly loved was definitely not unwelcome.

you both sat on the edge and started babbling like last time.

“you know who i’d think you’d like? faye webster. she’s really good, and while she’s well known, she’s definitely underrated.” you blurt out.

“I’ll listen to her tonight. whats your spotify?” he asks. you share your account and both follow eachother. he starts scrolling through your playlists and reviewing them.

“taylor swift? really, y/n? i thought you were better than this.” he sarcastically says. you act offended, before retorting back.

“taylor swift is so good! she’s popular for a reason. maybe you just haven’t heard the right album. i feel like you would like evermore or folklore.” he shakes his head, disapprovingly. he claimed he would never listen to one of her songs. (he spent 2 hours that night listening to the albums you suggested)

eventually, it got late and he started walking you home. out of the blue, he asked you an important question.

“would you maybe want to go out with me one night? officially?” he managed to stutter out.

“i’d love to, eth.” you respond.

you had never really been completely sure of something, but that night you knew one thing. you were in love with ethan landry.

#jack champion #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry angst #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x actress! reader #liv’s writing !

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wandabear · 1 year ago

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CHEERFUL OBLIVION - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER (chapter four)

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Summary: Your duty is to watch her 'till Chton comes for her, even if you hate it, but do you really hate it? Especially when you start to get to know Wanda. The bond begins to torment you. But, oh Lord, you've never been so in love. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ masterlist

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tw: smut?, angst, violence, blood, mentions of death, fluff, angst with a happy ending.

Jules/Stolas is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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Her gaze rested on the door's handle for about ten minutes, thinking about how to begin, what she was going to say. How was she going to do it? Trying to gain courage to do what she had to do, for so long.

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Things got out of control, she needed to face the situation now but it was so hard. Y/N cleared her throat and finally knocked on the door, expecting that woman to be gone or to just have to get out of there but when the door finally opened, she sighed.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ That was her punishment for all the bad deeds.

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Wanda was in front of her, with a happy smile and an excited look. And all Y/N could say, feeling her heart break, was: “We need to talk.”

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“Sure, come in.” Wanda hesitated a little surprised, especially by the look on Y/N's face. Looked like everything was going to hell. “What is going on, detka? What do you want to talk about?” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Gulping, Y/N turned to see her asking herself how to start. It wasn't easy to drop a bomb of this size, she knew Wanda wasn't going to take it well. Her life and everyone's life hung by a thread. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“I don't even know how to start. There are things about me that you should know, and you're not going to like them.” Y/N smiled sadly, feeling the room grow smaller and smaller around her, making the demon feel so helpless. She had never been so afraid before. She looked at Wanda, who sat next to her. “You know how I feel about you, right?” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda smiled tenderly, taking Y/N's hand to give her the courage and support she needed so bad. “You should tell me.”

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Y/N knew there was no alternative but to tell her the truth. Looking around, the demon took a deep breath, filling her lungs with that exquisite perfume. Wanda smelled of coconut and a soft sweet tone of something she couldn't recognize.

Every part of her body told her not to do it, her mind told her not to say it, to just keep going as she was, but Abaddon wouldn't allow it. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“I know you've tried to find out more about me, and I haven't been honest with you.” The demon continued, intertwining her fingers with her girlfriend's. “Who I was before I met you is not easy.”

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Wanda was silent, noticing Y/N's internal struggle to say what she felt. If the witch could read her mind now she could easily know, but there was something charming and special about Y/N, not being able to know created a painful but exciting anticipation.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ The melancholy in the Y/N’s gaze captivated her, as well as the passion in those kisses. The love in that woman’s eyes, which grew little by little as the months went by.

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“I'm crazy about you, Wanda. There's no debate about that, I don't want you to doubt my love.” Y/N shrugged, feeling as sincere as she had ever been with anyone before. “I'm in love with you.”

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A huge, in love, sincere smile appeared on Wanda's lips, one that the world started seeing more when she met Y/N.

Couldn't even let her girlfriend finish speaking, the Sokovian just leaned in to kiss her. Oh, the peace she felt when their lips met again. Closing her eyes, Y/N accepted that maybe this was the sweetest ending.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I love you.” Wanda whispered against her soft lips, still with eyes closed, still lost in that kiss. Surprised, unable to believe those words, Y/N's eyes widened.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“What?” Y/N babbled. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ “I know, I know it's not easy to hear...” Wanda giggled sheepishly. Her look showed nothing but unconditional, real and sincere love. “I hope I don't freak you out with this.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

But Y/N just kept quiet, still shocked. In her head there was nothing but surprise and enormous joy. So much so that she completely forgot the reason why she was there.

That heart beat so fast that the demon feared it would burst out of her chest.

Wanda loved her, she really loved her. Someone loved her!

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I love you too.” Y/N whispered, a confession both had been waiting for so long. The demon giggled, especially when Wanda wrinkled her nose, fangirling.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“You do?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I do.” Y/N tucked a strand of brown hair behind her beloved's ear. “I really love you.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Tension between their gazes grew exponentially. Their hearts intertwined once more when Y/N kissed her again, but this time it was a much more needy kiss.

Her tongue sought Wanda's to begin a slow dance. Challenging each other, caressing each other intimately until air became necessary. Carefully, Wanda grabbed the collar of Y/N's shirt and pulled her to the bed, lying down together.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Suddenly, Y/N couldn't think about anything but Wanda, her smile, the soft touch of her fingers, that sexy thick accent. She didn't even remember why she was there, and now nothing could keep her away from this woman right now. Placing her hands on Wanda's hips and pulling her closer, Y/N left those soft lips to continue running along her jaw until she reached that delicate neck.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Oh, her scent drove her completely feral.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Smiling, she bit and kissed the sokovian’s neck so possessive and eager, until something made her stop quickly.

Realizing that she might have been moving too far and those feelings for Wanda were so addictive, Y/N pulled away to look into those green eyes, hoping she hadn't screwed everything up.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Sorry, I just…” Y/N said somewhat agitated. Her face was flushed, didn't know if it was because of shyness or desire. “I’m really into you. You've got me crazy about you. I never felt like this before.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

A sigh escaped Wanda's lips upon hearing her confession. Her heart was beating so hard, and that weird feeling in her belly was like she had millions of bats flapping around in desperation. It was strange but beautiful, especially since it was the first time.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “The way you look, the way you walk, the way…that you smile.” Y/N raised a flirty eyebrow. “And you're so fucking sexy tho, I'm sorry.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

They both laughed, even in a moment as tense as that, making it more beautiful and even special. Y/N leaned her forehead to rest against hers, bonding in such an adorable way.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“I want you.” Finally those words left Wanda's lips in a whisper, as if she wanted only them to witness that moment.

Y/N she kept her gaze on those full, sweet lips, as they moved. How much she wanted to lose herself in them. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Totally crazy about her, and would be for her entire eternal life. Y/N closed the distance between them once more, joining in more than a kiss.

In slow caresses, soft touches, her fingers gradually got rid of the clothes when they both fell to the bed, surrendered to passion. The long-sleeved black blouse was left behind, same as that adorable but sensual black skirt of hers.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“This is my first time.” Wanda confessed in a sigh, making Y/N pull away a little to look at her eyes.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“I can stop whenever you want.” And it was true, of course she would stop if Wanda needed it. Hell, she could live an eternity without sex if Wanda wanted to. That's how in love and attached to her the demon was.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Sh, come here.” The Sokovian's eyes only showed desire, helping Y/N take off her clothes. Between giggles, they both physically loved each other for the first time.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda's first time with someone. Y/N’s first time making love.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Touching her with slow hands, just enjoying the feeling even if it made the Sokovian desperate. Expectation and need devoured her like a wild beast.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N enjoyed the feel of the skin. That adorable and sensual birth mark on the witch’s boob, the way these fit perfectly in her hand as she softly squeezed them while kissing her belly.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Wanda bit her lip when Y/N finally reached her most sensitive area. How the demon devoured her completely, first slowly to enjoy her and then with a wild need.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

She was at the edge. And it felt so liberating.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

It felt nice, it felt like touching paradise. And Wanda allowed herself to smile, to moan, clinging to her lover once her orgasm hit.

And it wasn't the only one all night. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Tell me something about you.” The Sokovian whispered, resting on her lover's chest as she caressed Y/N's belly. She was struggling not to fall asleep.

Both were resting after the fifth orgasm, the clock showed that it was just 4:00 AM. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Smiling tenderly, Y/N placed a small kiss on Wanda’s head. She kept silent for a moment, thinking how to say it, without having to say the harsh and truly incredible reality. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Jules and I grew up in this… big place, where... there wasn't much affection, but it didn't matter because I had everything. It was a long time ago.” Y/N murmured as her fingers ran down the brunette's back. She made sure to collect and caress each of her moles and birthmarks and treasure them forever in her mind. “Although I saw amazing things.” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

She smiled wistfully. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Then something happened that made me leave the place. No… In fact, they kicked me out of my place.” Her melancholic voice changed to a much harder one, perhaps an angrier one, you could still see it hurt by the decision they had made so long ago. “I made a silly mistake, a very stupid one indeed… They kicked me out of my home.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Noticing the sadness in Y/N, Wanda raised her gaze to see Y/N. How could they do that to Y/N? How could they kick her out of a place that made her happy? A place that felt like home. How could they be so cruel? How could they take away something she loved? A safe place.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Their loss.” She caressed her cheek gently before reaching out to kiss it with such love that once again, it melt the demon’s heart. “Now you’re mine, detka.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Smiling tenderly, Y/N kissed Wanda's lips once more, accepting where she should be, where she deserved to be, where she was destined. “Now I’m yours, forever.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

And this is how a unique love grew, a love so great and so dangerous. Because only the loss of true love could wreak havoc on Wanda’s unstable mind.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ She woke up by her side so many times, but that morning both seemed more radiant than ever. After taking a nice, hot shower together, both left the room holding hands. They walked down the aisle without any fear to show their love, proud to have that person by their side.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ At least until they reached the lounge, where Natasha was chatting with someone Y/N couldn't recognize.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“I’ve to go.” Wanda murmured, biting her lower lip, not wanting to let go but they had to. “I love you.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Love you too.” Y/N gave her a peck on her lips and then watched her walk away. Nothing mattered to her in those moments, Wanda managed to make her forget everything and although it was dangerous, she couldn't help it. She never felt so helpless.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

But a pang made the demon narrow her eyes, those instincts were begging to be heard. A strong smell reached her, making her turn quickly to see where Natasha was.

The Black Widow was chatting with someone pleasantly, someone she could easily recognize. She walked up to the two of them, trying to look nonchalant. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“What’s happening here?” Y/N said, drawing their attention, her gaze fell on the other redhead and her blood ran cold when she actually saw who it was.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Oh, Y/N. This is Josie Miller, she has come to visit. Works for the government but I think the CIA sent her to spy on us.” Natasha joked, both redheads laughed together. They seemed to get along very well, and it was something that Y/N didn't like at all.

How long had she been there? How much information did she get from Nat?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Just a little visit, just this woman is incredible, we stayed chatting more than we should.” Abaddon nodded but when she fixed her gaze on Y/N, smiling widely. Clearly this was not a friendly visit. “To see if anyone here needs my help in the future.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Josie.” Natasha shook her hand and then grabbed her phone which started ringing. “Y/N, can you walk her out? Sorry, Stark is a pain my ass today.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Gulping, Y/N fakes her best, kindest smile. “Sure, I'll walk you out, if you like.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Before Abaddon's scathing gaze, Y/N walked her down the hallway, feeling the tension in her body increase. As soon as she saw the storage room empty, the demon pushed Abaddon into it and locked it.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ “What are you doing here?” Y/N hissed once she realized they were alone, with Abaddon around anything could happen.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Well, seeing that my dear Stolas didn't work as a spy, I've decided to come and see how everything is going.” Abaddon mocked and walked through the storage, looking around, especially some boxes with Stark tech. “These monkeys and their destructive tech. They are not better than us, you know?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Y/N gulped at the mention of Stolas. She hadn't heard from her since the demon left to see Abaddon. “I told you everything was fine.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Abaddon snorted. “Yes, of course, you've told me everything I needed to know.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The redhead rolled her eyes and turned to look at Y/N. This time the irony disappeared, her face became more somber and fearsome.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Things changed and so did plans.” The Knight narrowed her eyes and walked around Y/N, like a war general trying to command respect or perhaps like a wild animal surrounding its prey. “Seems we have one more spy between us, the sky is a bit agitated, so Chton decided to take the girl once and for all.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Y/N was grateful that Abaddon didn't see her at that moment, her face completely pale.

How was that possible? She couldn’t be serious. Wanda wasn't ready and she wasn't ready to lose her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“But…” Y/N whispered. “She's not ready.”

Giggling at Y/N's naivety, Abaddon stood in front of her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“It doesn't matter. We will torture her to madness if necessary.” The high-ranking demon shrugged.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Y/N didn't know what to say or what to do. Couldn't face Abaddon now or half of that place would end up destroyed. She couldn't make her suspicious either, had to play better cards.

Abaddon was much more volatile, her strength was brute while Leviathan flowed like water, Y/N was smarter than her and knew when to attack. Because when the Leviathan did, it was relentless.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Their rivalry dated back millennia, but Y/N never wanted the position Abaddon fervently desired.

In a daring way, the redhead approached Y/N, just inches from her face. The icy blue of those eyes colliding with Y/N's, carmine red lips and a perfume so strong that it permeated the demon's nose.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I know you're playing with the witch, the Widow told me everything.” Abaddon narrowed her eyes, she didn't look offended or upset, she just seemed… proud? Strangely cheerful? Not even Y/N knew how to take it. “It's a good move, breaking her heart so hard she'll end up crazy.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Abaddon smiled, showing those prominent fangs. Y/N clenched her fists to endure the rage. Abaddon struck her weakest area.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Oh, honey, when she finds out who you are...” She let out an evil laugh, patting the Y/N’s shoulder. “You're risking your ass for this, Leviathan, I admit it. You have earned my respect.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Oh, of course Abaddon was happy about that. If Wanda becomes the Scarlet Witch out of pain, what would stop her from taking down Y/N out of spite? Nothing.

Far from enraging the Knight of Hell, this time she played a much heavier and more powerful card.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

A masterful play.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“On that day, the Scarlet Witch with her sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan, the twisted serpent; and she shall slay the dragon that is in the sea and bound it a thousand years,” Abaddon recited those words written in the book so dark and so ancient, ones that made Y/N clench her jaw.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You have seven days left, make the most of it.” The redhead winked at her, knowing that she won that battle. Taking her leather jacket, Abaddon walked towards the door to leave when Y/N gained enough courage to speak.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I want Stolas back.” Leviathan turned to look at her, knowing it might be a bad move, but she would never leave Stolas alone. “I know you have her.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The silence remained for a moment. Both gazes colliding, for the first time Y/N didn't let herself be trampled by her.

Tilting her head, amazed at Leviathan's bravery, Abaddon sneered: “I no longer need the little bird as a spy.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Smiling wryly, Y/N replied: “I don’t care, I want her back.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The blue eyed demon was about to refuse again when Y/N interrupted one more time, she wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. She was resilient, even more so when it came to the people she loved. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

People she loves. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Those words seemed so absurd, a year ago it would have made her laugh out loud just thinking that she could love someone or be loved. Friendship was such a stupid and meaningless concept, one that today the demon would defend to the death. Because Jules would have done the same thing.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“If you want the girl to be broken, Stolas is part of the plan.” Y/N tried again, arching a sassy eyebrow. Whatever threat Abaddon made to her, didn't give a fuck. And she could tell by the way the redhead clenched her jaw, knowing that even in her worst moments, she couldn't touch Y/N.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I'm tired of torturing the spawn anyway.” Shrugging, trying to look disinterested, she raised her hand and snapped those long pale fingers.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

At that moment a naked body appeared on the ground. Jules was curved, head down, and arms and legs pulled in close to the body, trying to endure the pain.

The bruises and blood on Jules's pale skin, the wounds were more than Y/N could count. Stolas, who had been tortured from the moment she had stepped into hell empty-handed.

Swallowing, the brunette looked up to see Y/N, feeling extremely embarrassed that she saw her that way. Those brown eyes were red from the beating, but Y/N could see the sorrow in them for failing a friend.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Seven days and this land will be scourged.” Abaddon reiterated, watching them with a deadly gaze. Y/N didn't say anything, just approached Stolas to help her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

She was about to leave but then stopped. “You don't happen to know where Furcas is, do you?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The irony in those words flowed like blood in her veins, of course the Knight knew perfectly well what had happened to Furcas, she was testing her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“He must be entertained among innocent women and children, right? It's his specialty.” Arching an eyebrow, Y/N responded in the same way, having nothing to lose at that moment.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Yes, that must be it.” Abaddon said, narrowing her eyes but still smiling wickedly.

The redhead waved at them before walking down the hallway before disappearing.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

As soon as the Knight was gone, she took Jules and they both disappeared from there to appear in their room. Quickly, Y/N grabbed a blanket and covered her friend, helping her up.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Are you okay?” Y/N was so worried, never felt so helpless.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I think so.” Jules muttered, she could barely see with her face so swollen. Hell, she could barely talk. Apparently she had several teeth missing.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Feeling deep guilt but mostly sadness at seeing her like that, Y/N brought her hand to Jules's forehead and quickly healed her.

It wasn't something she could do easily, only fallen angels could do it, but she could take a little of Stolas' pain and share it.

The brunette's face was deflated, you could simply see some small cuts on both of their faces and their bodies, but nothing more than that. Those bruises and burns went from a dark color to a softer one, soon to heal.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Much better.” Y/N smiled melancholy, feeling the burning cut on her lip.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Jules looked at her surprised, perhaps more worried. “You shouldn't have done that, she could have killed you.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“She can't do that, otherwise she would have done it a long time ago.” Sighing, Y/N helped Jules sit up on the bed. Then came over with a glass of water which Jules drank quickly, completely thirsty.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Y/N…” The brunette knew that even though Y/N tried to look carefree, she was quite worried. Especially with everything Jules had to tell her. “She's raising hell. She will free Chton any way she can.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Fear was heard in Stolas 's voice. Of course Y/N knew something big was coming, of course she felt terror freeze her blood just thinking about it.

Determined, inhaling deeply, she knew it was time to take charge of the situation and stop daydreaming.

If she truly loved Wanda, she must do everything to protect her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“We have to talk to them now.” Y/N whispered, knowing it was for the best. That her heartbreak was better than watching Wanda fall into madness. “She's coming for her.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

A few hours later, both demons walked through the compound as if they were going straight to the gallows.

They knew nothing good was going to happen after tonight, but it was a necessary evil.

Once they arrived at the Lounge, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat as she saw Wanda chat with Yelena, before the blonde walked away. J ules looked at Y/N with a wistful look and squeezed her shoulder. “I'll go talk to Nat. Good luck.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“My deepest condolences.” Y/N wrinkled her nose, she even felt a little sorry for Stolas. Natasha would kick her ass easily. “When she finds out what we did… If she could, she would kill you.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“She has a heart too big for that, and that's what torments me. I love her.” Jules said sadly, putting her hands in the pocket of the huge hoodie she was wearing. “But you and I deserve this. We deserve to suffer, not them.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Strong and harsh words, but real.

Y/N nodded and took courage before walking towards Wanda, who as soon as she saw her coming gave her a huge smile. Oh, how in love she was.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Hello, detka. I thought I wouldn't see you today-”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Wands… we need to talk.” Taking a place next to her girlfriend, you could see how the demon seemed a little nervous. The worry and sadness reflected in those eyes.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Sure, like last night.” Wanda flirted a bit.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I mean it, I need to talk to you.” She sighed. Y/N tucked a strand of brown hair behind her lover's ear, caressing her cheek, those adorable moles.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Seeing that Y/N seemed to be serious and noticing the concern on her face, Wanda sought her gaze. “What's going on, detka?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Y/N hesitated.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

For the first time in this long life, Leviathan felt deep fear, so much so that the words rushed out of her lips. The searing pain of knowing that she will lose her forever.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I'm not who you think I am.” She began, taking a deep breath. “I'm not who you expect.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Frowning, not understanding what this was all about, Wanda took her girlfriend's hand. She didn't want to fall prey to fear and anxiety, but Y/N was breaking all of her schemes once again. “What do you mean?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Getting up from her seat, Y/N tried to arrange the words in her mind before saying something that would break everything.

Scratched the back of her neck thoughtfully. “I'm not who you think I am.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Silence reigned for a few seconds before the Sokovian spoke again, this time her voice was much hoarser.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“This is because last night-?” The brunette thought about the passionate night they spent together. Sure, it must be that. Got something from Wanda and then she was gone, it was always the same. “I can’t believe it.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Wanda shook her head and stood up ready to leave. Those green eyes filled with tears.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“What?” Y/N frowned, She didn't understand until after a few seconds the answer came to her. Wanda was thinking that- “oh, NO! No, no no.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“First, we make love, I have my first time with you and now you leave me. I already know it all.” The brunette shook her head, covering her face, feeling like such an idiot. How could she be so gullible?

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

"It's not because of that!” Y/N took her lover's hand but Wanda quickly let go. “I love you with all my fucking heart, it’s not about that. It's not about that!”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Wanda looked at her even more confused than before. “Then what is it?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Hesitant, Y/N gulped. Feeling like a trapped mouse, there was no escape, only the pain.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“It’s about me.” She whispered almost imperceptibly.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Of course that didn't clarify any of the ideas that the witch was having in her mind. What could be so bad to see so much concern in those eyes? Wanda wished she could read her mind right now.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You- you know the whole story of... religion and all that?” Y/N babbled nervously, licking her lips but Wanda just tilted her head, looking even more confused.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Are you Mormon?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“No! I’m just-” The demon exploded, pinching the bridge of her nose, taking so many deep breaths before continuing. “I try to explain to you but I don't know how.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Y/N felt so frustrated. “Have you ever felt or had any paranormal experiences?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You mean besides having powers and reading people's minds?” Wanda jokes, sitting next to her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Sighing in defeat, Y/N stood up to walk around the room. “Wanda, I'm not human.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

She finally let it go bluntly, already tired of looking for excuses or softer ways to tell the truth. An ugly and painful truth, one that was better to discover once and for all.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“What are you talking about?” Wanda frowned, unable to believe that Y/N kept something so important from her for so long. “Are you enhanced? Why did you never tell me...?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“No, no that.” Swallowing, knowing it was time, Y/N confessed what she never thought she should say: “I’m a demon.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The silence after that was terrifying, but after a moment Wanda's amused laughter made everything even more uncomfortable for the demon.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Come on, detka. You and your jokes, I almost believe it.” Shaking her head, trying to bear her laughter, Wanda turned to leave but Y/N grabbed her arm.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“No, I mean it.” Y/N frowned, perhaps a little offended. “I’m a demon.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“No, you’re not.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“My name is…” The brunette tried to say something but Wanda stopped her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Y/N.” Wanda sighed, this joke was going too far. It was going from being fun to being a bit uncomfortable.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“No, that’s the name I chose to be on Earth all those years ago.” Y/N was beginning to fall into a deep pit of despair. She needed Wanda to believe it, she understood that all that sounded crazy but didn't want to have to prove it to her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Didn't want Wanda to see her as she really is. A monster.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Y/N, demons do not exist.” Wanda got up from the couch, already a little upset by all of this. It was the first time they had an 'argument' and it wasn't even an 'argument'.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

She walked towards the exit of the lounge when suddenly Y/N appeared in front of her, as if by magic. A kind of soft flapping sound was heard when she did so.

But what made her retreat was not that but the eyes of her lover. Those eyes that she loved so much now changed to one very reptile-like. Like those of a deadly viper.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Do you need more proof?” Y/N said, walking towards her, noticing how the Sokovian backed away quickly. But after seeing the fear in her green eyes, Y/N turned to her human eyes. “I need you to listen to me, I'm not going to hurt you, I love you.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You can't love me, you are a-a… I don't even know what you are!” Wanda murmured, scared, but above all upset by her lies. Suddenly, her fingers began to move, playing with that red magic between them. Y/N felt like a dagger pierced her heart upon hearing those painful words.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I know it's hard to accept, I know a lot of things are going through your mind right now.” Y/N said quickly raising her hands as she got closer, the demon didn't want to hurt anyone or fight her. A small tear escaped her eyes, a sincere and real tear. “But I want to tell you the truth.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Although she felt so hurt, Y/N's words managed to calm her down for a moment. The look in the demon’s eyes didn't lie, much less the tears she couldn't hold back, she couldn't be pretending, right?

The red magic stopped; Wanda sighed and lowered her guard, accepting Y/N’s approach.

Slowly, Y/N came closer until she was in front of her. That woman she loved so much, to whom her heart belongs since she met her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You're in danger. That’s why I’m here telling the truth.” Y/N sighed.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Danger of what?” Wanda stroked the sides of her head, trying to bear this whole situation. “I don't understand anything.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Wanda.” Y/N began, taking her hand and even though the Sokovian took it away the first time, the demon took it again to take her to the couch and make her sit there. Y/N knelt in front of her, trying to explain all this madness.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“A very powerful demon has been looking for you for a long time.” Y/N whispered. “You're made for great things.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

And although it was a lot of information all together, Wanda seemed to refuse to accept it. How was it physically possible? It was too much.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

"No! I am just-"

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“A girl with these powers that you still don't understand.” Y/N felt enormous guilt, the confusion and suffering that Wanda felt in those moments must have been overwhelming. “You think it was Hydra's fault, but actually those powers come from yourself. Deep inside you, you know I'm telling the truth… That’s Chaos Magic, Wanda.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Unable to believe all that, the brunette just shook her head. Tears began to fall down her cheeks, how did Y/N possibly know all that? No.

She got her powers because she was stupid enough to join Hydra, not because she was something 'special'.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You’re the Scarlet Witch.” Y/N finished in a sigh, taking her hands. “And there are things out there that want to use you, do you a lot of harm. And I couldn't do it, I love you. I fell in love with you since I met you.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

She was being painfully honest, the crying alone could prove that.

Even though the witch was afraid, and her instincts screamed to run away, Wanda couldn't help but feel that she was telling the truth. Despite the lies, despite Y/N’s true nature, the love was still there.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Please, read my mind.” Y/N begged her, desperate for the first time in her life. “You'll know I'm telling the truth.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ Wanda tried to break free, but the demon was stronger, bringing Wanda's hands to the sides of her head.

Confused, Wanda didn't know what to do. Was she really ready to know the whole truth? Was she ready to break completely? For her to accept that the one she loved so much turned out to be something so and demonic? To accept the betrayal of her great love.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Without further ado, Y/N closed her eyes, lowering that barrier and allowing the witch to read her mind for the first time.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

…

Wanda blinked, trying to adapt to the light of that place. It looked like a very bright and warm place, a long hallway that seemed eternal.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ She walked a step down that hallway until she heard that voice, that voice she knew so well. In one of the hallways, two people she didn't recognize were carrying Y/N, dragging and pushing her towards a huge window. She could now understand that she was in something like a 'building' or at least that's how her brain processed heaven.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ “What you do to humans is inexcusable! I just did what I was told! I didn’t do anything! You can't throw me out like you did with him! ” Y/N shouted before being banished forever. Pushed from that window and causing her fall.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

...

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“She's the Scarlet Witch.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“But she’s a kid.” Y/N mumbled, somewhat confused. “Yeah, no, I don’t mess with the tiny ones.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Your job is to do what Chton ordered you to do.” Abaddon screamed furiously.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

...

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The doorbell rang as the kid entered the market. That adorable brunette walked through the aisles looking for something to eat until finally finding her favorite cereal. She remembered seeing it in one of her favorite episodes.

Smiling widely, Wanda took the box and put it under her dress before trying to leave the place.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Of course, she hadn't even gotten to the door when the owner, a fat old man with a prominent mustache, grabbed her arm, scolding and accusing of calling the police.

Seeing that the girl was struggling to get free, the man raised his arm ready to hit the kid but something didn't let him do it. A hand held his arm tightly, preventing from moving.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Surprised, the man turned to see that woman next to him. He had not seen her come in, never seen her before but there she was. Y/N was wearing a black leather jacket, a torn t-shirt from one of her favorite 90s bands, dark hair was tied in a ponytail.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Hi.” Y/N smiled widely, not even seeming to make an effort to hold his hand. In fact, she pulled it harder, making the man scream in pain. “You should never, ever hit a child.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Hitting him on the back of the head, she let the man fall to the ground.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“What’s your name, kid?” Y/N jumped over the counter to grab a paper bag in which she began to put some food. Bread, milk and some essential stuff.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Wanda.” The girl said with a little voice.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I know you and your brother are having a tough time, Wanda, but you shouldn't steal. At least not this guy, he has a gun behind the counter.” Sighing, the demon finished putting everything in those two bags and approached, crouching down to face the kid. She was an adorable girl who was not to blame for having such an awful fate, the least she could do for her was give her something to eat. “This is for you.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I do not have money.” The Sokovian whispered sadly, lowering her gaze.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I know, I don't want money. Hey, look at me.” Y/N asked, finally meeting the girl's eyes. When the demon's eyes changed and the little one seemed more curious rather than scared, Y/N whispered: “You are a good kid, I’m sorry this world doesn't let you be good. Be very careful with adults, not everyone is trustworthy. You'll go out through that door and you will forget all this, you will forget me and you will tell Pietro that you got this thanks to… A nice man in the market, and don't ever come back to this market again.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The little girl nodded and left the market carrying those bags, happy to see your cereal box there.

Y/N watched out the window until little Wanda was out of sight, then looked at the man on the floor.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

"Now you'll see what I do to bullies." the demon hissed.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

...

ㅤ ㅤ

The experiments with the Maximoff siblings have been successful.” One of the Hydra scientists she had manipulated whispered to her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Good, take care of them. Don’t go too far.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“They wanted this.” The scientist shrugged, not caring in the least about the lives of those two teenagers.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Taking that man by the neck, Y/N said through gritted teeth: “You're going to make sure they survive.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

... ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I’m not a fucking guardian angel! I hate this!”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ … ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“The Maximoff girl is suffering like a wounded animal.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ... ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“My work at the Red Room has been relentless.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ … ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Stolas, you allowed one of the widows to escape!” Abaddon shouted angrily. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

… ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Through clenched teeth, Abaddon hissed: “I want to see that girl desolate and collapsed!” ㅤㅤ ㅤ ...

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I can't do this anymore, I love her.” Y/N whimpered, sitting up on her bed, completely defeated.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ “Without you... she couldn't have that destiny. You‘re her savior and her executioner.” Abaddon hissed mockingly.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ …

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Y/N…” Jules whispered. “She's raising hell. She will free Chton any way she can.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“We have to talk to them… today. She's coming for her.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

All those voices. All those memories. All those lies.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Wanda jumped terrified, confused, shocked by all the information she obtained in just a moment. She took a few steps back from Y/N who seemed as shocked and distraught as her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Wands…” Y/N whispered.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The disappointment in Wanda's eyes broke her heart, but of course the demon deserved it.

'We deserve to suffer, not them’ Jules' words were as true as they were accurate.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Get out.” The pain could be heard in Wanda's voice, so much so that her thick sokovian accent resurfaced.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I know you're angry and confused, but you have to listen to me.” The demon tried to get closer but of course the brunette wouldn't allow it.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The fear and rejection in the green gaze caused a sharp pain in Y/N's chest.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I am beyond angry!” She exclaimed, all those memories coming back over and over again in her mind. How was that possible? She fell into Y/N's trap, Y/N lied to her so much, even long before they met. It was just her duty to be close, how come she had been so stupid to believe her?

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I tried to tell you-”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“YOU LIED TO ME!” Wanda finally exploded.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“She's coming for you!” Y/N already said a bit more annoyed, especially worried. She understood Wanda's pain but this went beyond a broken heart. Wanda's life depended on this, and of course the entire planet's life.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Get out of my sight.” the Sokovian hissed through her teeth, her green eyes turning a rather dangerous scarlet red.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Y/N stopped, perhaps a little afraid, chaos magic was not something to play with. And of course she didn't want to be the cause of the Scarlet Witch's hatching.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Wanda, I need you to listen to me.” Even though her life was at risk, she tried to talk to Wanda. She loved that woman and wouldn't let anything happen to her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I said leave me alone!” Wanda screamed, a burst of red energy causing light bulbs to explode around her. Y/N gulped.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“What’s going on here?” Yelena and Kate arrived quickly, worried by that noise.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“They’re demons.” Natasha exclaimed as she approached from behind, along with Steve and Tony, who was wearing his suit. Neither of them seemed very happy.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

"What?!" Yelena frowned.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Suddenly, Jules appeared next to Y/N with a grim expression, making everyone jump.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“What the-?” Kate stammered, not understanding anything that was happening around her. Yelena just narrowed her eyes and stood in front of the brunette, ready to protect her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“It would be best for you to leave.” Steve said with a seriousness rarely seen. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“And let them kill us while we sleep? We SHOULD lock them up until we know the answers.” Rhodey didn't look happy at all, coming up behind Tony. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Where?! IThis one just appeared in front of us out of nowhere!” Yelena exclaimed. The tension between everyone seemed to increase by the minute.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“We don't want to hurt you. We just want to help you.” Y/N tried one more time, raising her hands to demonstrate a passive attitude. She didn't want all of this to go this far.

But fed up with those lies, chaos once again dominated Wanda's actions.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“STOP LYING!” The Sokovian screamed and raised her hands, her chaos magic hit Y/N's chest, pushing her against the window glass and falling onto the terrace.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Coughing, it took Y/N a moment to slowly get up. Jules reached out to take her hand, helping her up. Breaking free from Yelena's grip, Kate was about to go for her friends. The crystals cut Y/N's skin but she slowly began to heal, which made Kate stop.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“We just want to protect you, something is coming for her...” Y/N spit out blood as she stood up from the ground.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Her whole body hurt, but Wanda's hurt look cut deeper. After the anger, the Witch felt guilty for having hurt someone with her magic.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“She doesn't need your protection, she has us.” Natasha said standing in front of Wanda, ready to protect her just like the other avengers.

Natasha's green gaze only showed how furious and hurt she was by the lies of those who considered family.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You don't understand, you won't be able to do it!” Jules looked for Nat's gaze, trying to make her listen but the redhead just looked the other way. “A legion will run over you all before you breathe.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

But no one listened. They all simply moved forward, making them retreat to the terrace.

Of course the demons could fight them but it didn't make sense, taking Wanda out to some random place in the world against her will? No thanks, it was like carrying an atomic bomb in a suitcase.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Wanda… You must believe me, I just want to help you. You saw how much I really love you.” Y/N begged once more, hoping her lover would believe it, at least because of all the beautiful things they had together.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

But not even the taste of blood on her lips was as bitter as the rejection, Wanda just looked down.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I don't want to see you again.” Wanda whispered in anguish, this time she was asking for it nicely. She was being reasonable. Without violence, just asking Y/N to leave forever.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Snatching her from her safe place, taking away what she loved most. Kicking her out of heaven one more time.

With nothing more to say since it was completely useless, Y/N sighed and walked away determinedly, complying with what her beloved needed.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Jules stood looking at all of them somewhat doubtfully, not really knowing what to do. The people she trusted the most now turned their backs on both of them.

It hurt, for the first time, something hurt so deeply, much more than Abaddon's torture.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Natasha's look broke the heart the demon never had.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You don't know what awaits us. You have six days.” Without further ado, Stolas hurriedly walked to Y/N's side. Now there were two against the world, Abaddon and the Avengers.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“What are we going to do now?” Jules asked, so confused, noticing the worried expression that Y/N carried.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Protect them. Whatever it takes.” Y/N paused, licking her lips somewhat thoughtfully. She had to make an important move on the board and she had to do it now. “I need to think... we need a place... and now? What we need is a big mouth.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The higher-demon watched one of the cameras outside the compound for a moment before disappearing with her friend.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ

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cherrysoojins · 1 year ago

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८ bewitched , ateez laufey songs .

✉️. five of eight, song mingi. what love will do to you.

&ㅤㅤ 📦 ♡ warnings. sfw, fluff, small mention of wooyoung &. yunho, suited for all ages, not proofread ( might have spelling errors ), not the best one i don’t rlly like it :(, let me know if any other warnings that should be added ! 1161 wc.

taglist. @luvvvlyjoong , @cherrystar1117 , @dairyminki

song mingi has never acted this way before.

he has never actively sat there and talked to the walls of his room about someone— not even when he was mad at someone and needed to ramble at something or to somebody. he always did it in his head.

but this time, he felt the physical need to actually talk about it. this feeling.

this feeling that was overwhelmingly taking over every inch of his body, but more specifically, his heart and mind.

love was so visceral. mingi has been in love before, has liked plenty of other girls and stuff, but you… you made him question if he was actually in love with all of those girls in the past.

for them, it was the thought of knowing he was in love with them. he looked at them and thought, “man, i’m in love with her.”

but with you, he felt it, too. it was so hard to ignore this feeling, he felt it so deeply throughout this body. the warmth, the butterflies, longing and aching whenever you left or when you were so close to him but he couldn’t hold or touch you… he truly felt in love with you.

he didn’t think he was in love with you, he knew he was in love with you.

and with these new overwhelming new emotions, he had to talk it out. and so he talked it out with the wall in front of where he sat on the edge of his bed.

could he just have gone to his friends? yes, but wooyoung would just laugh and poke fun at him and yunho would tell mingi all the right things and give great advice, but mingi found that annoying for some reason.

so the wall was his new best friend.

he could talk to it and it would keep all his secrets, it wouldn’t make fun of him or give him annoying advice (that he probably needed)— it just listened and that was what he really needed at the moment. was just someone to listen.

he wishes it was you who was listening. the things he admitted to this wall were the words he wished he could admit to you.

that he re-reads his favorite romance book time and time again and imagines you as the female love interest because knows that it ends with the two main characters in love, which would be you and him.

and that’s a big shocker because since when did mingi ever read?

days where you and him couldn’t meet up with each other were always so hazy— they were slow and he couldn’t recollect a single memory on what happened on those days. but the days where you were there, they went by fast but he could oddly enough remember ever single detail from the moment you got to the meeting spot to the very second you both left, he could recall it all.

these things were all so simple yet felt so odd to say. it sounds like he’s gone crazy and is just saying random stuff that doesn’t make sense.

but in a way, that’s what love will do to you.

it drives you crazy, but it can ultimately make you so insanely happy— love is odd and crazy and doesn’t make sense. it was made to make you not think straight— it was made to just make you feel.

and mingi did indeed seem crazy and was indeed not thinking straight as his fingers tapped your name into the search bar of his contacts and hit the “call” button without hesitation.

love will indeed do crazy things to you, because if he was in his right mind he would never do something like this.

“hi, mingi!” your voice rang out, picking up halfway through the first ring, almost immediately.

mingi could feel his heart rate pick up at the mere sound of your voice speaking to him so happily, with a hint of tiredness in it.

he assumes you might’ve been sleeping since he called you at three in the morning.

but would he sound insane if he said the idea of you waking up from your slumber and immediately accepting his call was endearing and enough to make the butterflies in his stomach go absolutely wild?

“y/n,” he breathed out a breath he was unknowingly holding into the phone, a smile etching onto his face at the sound of your voice that could light up a million rooms at once. “did i wake you up?” he asked a moment later.

“you did, but that’s okay because it’s you.” you said softly into the phone in response. he could hear you shuffling around in your bed and the sound of the phone being placed onto your pillow.

he could only assume that if this went right, you wouldn’t be hanging up on him at all tonight. falling asleep on the phone sounded like such a childish thing to get excited about, but he didn’t care.

any moment with you, even if it meant he was taking on the role of a corny high schooler with his first girlfriend who fell asleep on call with him, he would cherish it and adore it.

because that is also, what love will do to you.

“y/n, i…”

love will make you a different person in some ways, and make you discover things about yourself that you didn’t know before.

and for mingi, it made him realize how hard he can love, how he needs to vent about these feelings and get them off of his chest.

“i really like you. actually, i’m in love with you. really.” mingi sputtered out before his mind could talk himself out of it and catch up with his actions and put a halt to them.

there was silence on the other line for a couple of seconds before he heard soft little giggles emit from you, unease drowning his body. what if you were laughing at him? what if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings? what happens after this if you reject him right now?

this was pathetic, he should’ve known better. you were too good for him, he didn’t deserve you and—

“i’m in love with you too, mingi.”

oh.

“oh.” he said, his entire body freezing up im pure shock, but then relaxed in pure relief as all the other troubled thoughts slowly left his mind.

“but i’m going to ignore your confession because you told me through a phone call and not face to face.” you added before hanging up.

mingi would have over thought about that too if you didn’t send a heart emoji to him through text immediately after, causing a smile to appear on his face.

love will do crazy things to you. it’ll make you do things that you wouldn’t ever do normally, it makes you irrational and thoughtless.

but in cases like these, mingi was fine with that.

note. this one wasn’t my favorite, especially the ending. i really tried though, i just kind of gave up on it because mingi’s wasn’t going the way i planned, but i hope you guys enjoyed it nonetheless !

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daitranscripts · 4 months ago

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Iron Bull Conversation: Investigate

Tell Me About Qunari

Iron Bull Masterpost

PC: I’d like to know more about the Qunari.

If asked before Iron Bull: All right. Hit me. [5]

First time asking Iron Bull: You writing a book?

Dialogue options:

Flirt: I want to know more about you. [1]

General: They’re a potential threat. [2]

General: They sound interesting. [3]

1 - Flirt: I want to know more about you. PC: It’s your culture, and I’d like to know you better. Iron Bull: You could just ask. PC: I am. [4]

2 - General: They’re a potential threat. PC: The Qunari pose a threat to all of Thedas. I want to know what I might have to deal with someday. Iron Bull: Smart move. [4]

3 - General: They sound interesting. PC: What I’ve heard about them sounds fascinating. Iron Bull: What you’ve heard was mostly horseshit. [4]

4 - Scene continues.

Iron Bull: All right, what do you want to know?

5 - Dialogue options:

General: What does “Qunari” mean? [6]

Investigate: How do they govern? [7]

Investigate: Do you not marry? [8]

Investigate: Day-to-day life. [9]

Investigate: How is it growing up? [10]

Investigate: And if Thedas fell to the Qun? [11]

General: Goodbye. [12]

6 - General: What does “Qunari” mean? PC: The word “Qunari”—is that the race or the religion? Iron Bull: Both, kind of. The humans and elves who follow the Qun are the viddathari. The Qunari who break away from the Qun are Tal-Vashoth. Deserters.

Dialogue options:

Special: And those who predate the Qun? [13]

[Back to 5]

13 - Special: And those who predate the Qun? PC: What about Qunari who existed before the Qun? Iron Bull: The people we came from… they’re called the kossith. But we don’t use that word for the race. We came south to Thedas because the kossith were… I don’t know. We had to leave. The stories aren’t clear. But I don’t expect that they look much like us, whatever they are. [back to 5]

7 - Investigate: How do they govern? PC: How do the Qunari rule themselves? Iron Bull: It’s pretty simple. We’ve got the matriarchy, the priesthood, and the military. The priesthood figures out how Qunari should live in theory. The matriarchy makes it work in practice… And the military keeps the Qunari safe from outside threats.

Dialogue options:

Special: Is there much dissent? [14]

[Back to 5]

14 - Special: Is there much dissent? PC: Does it actually work like that? Is there much infighting? Iron Bull: Not like you’re thinking of. People disagree, yeah, but the priests are there to solve disagreements. Here in Orlais, politicking comes from people putting their own gain ahead of the gains of society. If you do that among the Qunari, the Ben-Hassrath set you straight. Or kill you. [back to 5]

8 - Investigate: Do you not marry? PC: I heard there’s no marriage among the Qunari. Iron Bull: Yeah, that’s true. Qunari love our friends like anyone does, but we don’t have sex with them. PC: Qunari don’t have sex? Iron Bull: Oh, we definitely have sex. There are tamassrans who pop your cork whenever you need it.

Dialogue options:

Special: What, really? [15]

[Back to 5]

15 - Special: What, really? PC: Seriously? Iron Bull: Yeah. It’s not a big deal like it is here. It’s like… I don’t know, going to see a healer? Sometimes it’s this long involved thing. It takes all day, leaves you walking funny… Other times, you’re in and out in five minutes. (Clicks tongue.) “Thank you, see you next week!”

Dialogue options:

Flirt: You don’t know true passion? [16]

General: I don’t know what to say. [17]

General: That’s bizarre. [18]

General: Sounds great. [19]

16 - Flirt: You don’t know true passion? PC: So you’ve never really made love? Connected with someone in both body and soul? Iron Bull: I don’t know. One time they used this thing called the saartoh nehrappan. It’s a leather-wrapped rod on a harness… That wasn’t really my soul, though. Also, there were more than two people. [back to 5] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 17 - General: I don’t know what to say. PC: That sounds… different. Iron Bull: Yep. [20] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 18 - General: That’s bizarre. PC: Sometimes I think I understand how different the Qunari are… and then I talk to you. Iron Bull: Yep. [20] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 19 - General: Sounds great. PC: I could work with that. Iron Bull: I know, right? No drama. [20] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 20 - Scene continues. ㅤㅤ ㅤ Iron Bull: Still, it’s more fun here. Fewer rituals, more making it up as you go along. Plus, you folk have redheads. (Sighs.) Redheads. [back to 5]

9 - Investigate: Day-to-day life. PC: How is everyday life different for Qunari? Iron Bull: Depends on your job, I guess. Some are just about the same. A baker in Val Royeaux gets up, gets dressed, and starts work. A baker in Par Vollen does the same thing. They don’t care about the empire or the Qun. Mostly, they worry about breaking eggs and hope the dough rises right.

Dialogue options:

Special: Except that baker isn’t free. [21]

[Back to 5]

21 - Special: Except that baker isn’t free. PC: It can’t be exactly the same. The Qunari have no personal freedoms. Iron Bull: How many personal freedoms do you figure that baker in Val Royeaux has? Life isn’t about freedom. The baker in Par Vollen wonders if she’ll be given enough eggs to do her work. Will they come on time? Will the kitchen workers get her bread while it’s fresh, or will they come late and blame her ’cause it’s stale? Same crap in Val Royeaux. People are just people. [back to 5]

10 - Investigate: How is it growing up? PC: What’s it like growing up under the Qun? Iron Bull: The tamassrans raise us in these units of kids all our own age. They’re like teachers or Chantry sisters. They also help figure out what jobs we should do. They had me pegged for military work early on. When they learned I could hit stuff and lie, they started training me for the Ben-Hassrath.

Dialogue options:

General: So no families? [22]

General: You didn’t choose your job? [23]

General: You must have been proud. [24] +Iron Bull slightly approves

22 - General: So no families? PC: ou never knew your parents? Iron Bull: Nope. I know, for you folks, that’s a big deal. The tamassrans were like our parents, though. Taught us to read, helped us go to sleep, all the parent stuff. I remember the one who helped me build things with blocks. She laughed when I knocked everything down. [back to 5] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 23 - General: You didn’t choose your job? PC: So the Qun decided what work you would do? You didn’t get a choice? Iron Bull: I could’ve acted like I didn’t like hitting things, I guess. But why would I do that? I was good at my work. I liked doing it. Far as I can tell, the tamassrans made the right call. [back to 5] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 24 - General: You must have been proud. PC: That must have been a good day for you. Iron Bull: Yeah. It’s like being a block of stone with a sculptor working on you. One day, the last of the crap gets knocked off, and you can see your real shape, what you’re supposed to be. That’s a good day. [back to 5]

12 - Investigate: And if Thedas fell to the Qun? PC: Do you ever think about what would happen if the Qunari conquered Orlais or Ferelden? Iron Bull: Some folks, like Cassandra or Cullen, would do fine… if they didn’t die fighting. Those two love rules. But the mages…

Iron Bull (Vivienne and Dorian recruited): Vivienne’s too political, Dorian’s too arrogant, and Solas is just weird. They’d all end up dead… or worse.

Iron Bull (Dorian recruited, Vivienne not recruited): Can you imagine Solas trying his Fade-dreaming under the Qun? Or Dorian thinking of someone besides himself?

Iron Bull(Vivienne recruited, Dorian not recruited): Can you imagine Solas trying his Fade-dreaming under the Qun? Or Vivienne doing her political bullshit?

Iron Bull (Vivienne and Dorian not recruited): Look at Solas. All that wandering in the Fade? They’d at least kill him.

Iron Bull (Cole and Sera recruited): They’d kill Cole, ’cause, you know, demon. And Sera would end up with her mind broken, sweeping floors in some shop.

Iron Bull (Cole recruited, Sera not recruited): They’d kill Cole, ’cause, you know, demon. And Varric would mouth off one too many times, get reeducated by force.

Iron Bull (Sera recruited, Cole not recruited): Both Sera and Varric would mouth off until they ended up reeducated–drugged until their minds broke.

Iron Bull (Cole and Sera not recruited): Varric’s tall tales would land him a reeducation prison, drugged until his mind broke.

Iron Bull: So, to answer your question: no, I don’t think about it much at all. [back to 5]

13 - General: Goodbye. PC: See you later, Bull.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age transcripts #dai transcripts #dragon age dialogue #dai dialogue #dragon age inquisition transcripts #dragon age inquisition dialogue #the iron bull #iron bull #long post

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casualheizouenjoyers · 2 years ago

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☆.｡.:* 07. so it goes... ✍︎

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☆.｡.:* cruel summer

☆.｡.:* synopsis: you are a small streamer centered on cozy gaming and your ongoing series of ranking every taylor swift song in a tier list. scaramouche is a competitive speed runner in a streamer group called “the harbingers” that has an insanely large fan base. your paths only cross once he subtweets about your content and your favorite artist, causing a petty online argument that might lead to something else.

ㅤㅤ ╰ཱི ࣭ ࣪ ❁𝆬 ࣭ ྏ ࣭ ͘ ｡ ࣪ ✐ yntaylorsversion is live! ̣ ࣪ ྌ

“Hi, chat!” You greeted with a light smile as viewers began to flood into the stream, a little more people than you’d usually get. You quickly fumbled with your settings until your webcam turned on and a little video of your face popped up in the corner of the stream.

You gave a wave to the camera, and then picked a random playlist to play in the background. “Hi, guys!” You said again for the people who joined after your first greeting.

“So, today, we’re playing on a new minecraft server with Venti and Xiao!” You explained as you changed from your starting screen to the minecraft tab, your mouse hovering over the join server button. You take a quick glance at the chat to see what they’re saying.

rainbow-dreams

HELP DONT EXPOSE THE SERVER IP 😭😭

ynluvs

ur my comfort streamer but do we really need to listen to Taylor swift for the sixth stream in a row 🧍

rxtten_bxnes

beep beep eueueueu

kazu_zu

I can’t believe ur friends w childe?? have you not read the thread of what he’s done 🤨

“I’m not gonna leak the IP! At least, I hope I don’t. And yes, we do need to listen to Taylor swift for the sixth stream in a row,” You said as you kinda unintentionally made liking Taylor Swift apart of your brand.

“Okay, I’m going to join the VC real quick,” You said as you looked over at your discord, looking for the vc that Venti and Xiao were in. You found them at the very last one labeled vc 69…. How mature of them :)

“—aaaAAAAAAAA,” Venti’s voice immediately filled your ears, causing you to flinch.

“Venti, shut up,” Xiao said with a groan. “Hello, Y/n,” He said, clearly already annoyed with Venti.

“Hi! Why are we screaming?” You asked while your ears recovered from the screech.

“I was being chased by a spider,” Venti said, reminding you to actually join the world.

“Your fault for running into a cave with no touches,” Xiao said. “I’ll bring your stuff back to spawn,”

“Thank you, Xiao-Xiao!” Venti replied, knowing that Xiao didn’t like Venti calling him that.

“Never mind!” Xiao responded. You chuckled at the conversation between the two, finally clicking the join server button and loading into the server.

“Wait, I’m sorry!! Please bring my stuff to spawn?” Venti pleaded. “Please please please please pleaseeee?”

“That was like… six pleases you gotta say yes, Xiao,” You laughed.

“Alright, fine,” Xiao caved in.

“Y/n, are you joining?” Venti asked.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just taking forever to load,” You responded, tapping your fingers against your desk. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you spawned into the minecraft server.

Your two friends were just… standing there awkwardly waiting at the spawn, it seemed.

“You could’ve at least given me a jump scare warning!” You said, punching Venti’s in game character and watching him die just from that, his inventory of flowers and apples spreading out across the spawn area.

“Why were you on one heart??” Xiao asked, exasperated.

“Uhhhh…” Venti said as he spawned back in. “Fall damage?” He responded as if he wasn’t sure.

Xiao crouched in game, giving Venti his flowers and apples back.

“Aww, thank you!” Venti, crouching and moving closer to Xiao. “Mwah!” He acted as if his Minecraft avatar kissed Xiao’s and then ran away.

“Ewwww,” You groaned, dramatically, at the show of (pixalated) affection.

The three of you went through the regular new Minecraft server motions, punching trees and mining ore… or in Venti’s case picking flowers and dying every five seconds. You had found a pretty little flower field and started building a cozy little starter home.

Everything was going pretty nice! Until…

“Chat, I am focused on building this roof right now, I cannot read what you’re saying!” You noticed the chat going by a little faster, but you were too hyper focused on making the roof for your little cottage.

“Y/n!!” Venti said. “Y/n, look out!”

“Not now, Venti,” You said, placing the second to last block

“It’s hopeless, Ven” Xiao sighed.

“Huh—” You were knocked off the roof, taking additional damage along with the fall damage. Turning around, you saw another player standing on top of your house.

Scaramouche ran the other direction; you followed behind, stringing out sentences of curses.

authors note: ignore that the mc screenshot is obviously edited i dont have friends who plays minecraft LMAO. ngl writing third person is out of my comfort zone so i hope this is decent lmao

☆.｡.:* taglist: @raideneiari @sakiimeo @starryeyedkoko @lightlyfeatheredquailqin @thenightsflower @isa-solasun @lilactaro @imdeadlyboredhelp @arizzu @turningfrogsgay @icedmocha1 @feverish-dove @xiaosonlybeloved @sukunasrealgf @eutopiastar @shinunoga-iie-wa @phoenix-eclipses @crueldinasty @sashiette @hotgirlshit5 @certaindreampost @atlaincorrect @aludicpoet @justawalkingdisaster @m3gitsune @mechanicalbeat1 @distinguished-simp @mayacheiko

#smau #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #piers writes #cruel summer : chapters

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chronosh0t · 1 year ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ「 ༄៎ .*ೃ 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: male x Lee, canon-divergence? perhaps, explicit content if you squint hard enough, my own commandant (Zenas) because using the same pronouns can be confusing. ㅤㅤㅤ〔NO BETA〕ㅤㅤ MDNI！

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: so, you know the horns? well, now it's the back... you need to read the horns one since it's lowkey a continuation of it.

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Zenas was not having it today. Honestly speaking, he's never having it actually, because every day in Babylonia seemed like hell with all the work he has to do no matter what hour of the day, not to mention dealing with dipshits believing they are some superior beings just for having a “title”.

His anger piling up with each passing second and the lack of proper sleep didn't help, not even a bit. Unfortunately, skipping work wasn't part of his options, considering he had already postponed finishing some maintenance and files. But that didn't mean he couldn't have a few minutes of free time in between and relax a bit in the lounge.

Lee's new frame maintenance was over as well. He was now back to Hyperreal however that means he was also having double the jobs to take care of, as the only frame that could fight directly with the virus without getting infected and corrupted, almost every team in Babylonia wanted him. It was definitely not something Zenas was loving. Lee was his.

So, after working for five minutes, he decided it was time for a well deserved break of an hour. Humming a song he couldn't remember when he heard it first, his legs were taking him to his favourite room, where his favourite construct was now either reading a complicated book about maths just for fun or…working. In any case, Zenas wanted to see him.

Reaching the door, he knocked twice and waited for a response, a calm voice that'd let him in. But nothing came. He went for another two knocks, this time, he added more strength, waited again. Silence. Overly anxious and worried that something might have happened to Lee, he rushed inside. The room was clean and not a single book was out of its place. It was too quiet.

He slowly made his way and there he was. Constructs don't need to sleep, they don't feel tired, but Lee was… sleeping? Or you could say he was in some hibernation mode, he would usually do that when his M.I.N.D was overloaded from working outside, on earth. Sitting on a chair, his arms crossed over the table and his head resting on them. His eyelashes would flicker a little, as if he wanted to wake up but couldn't, blond hair a bit messed up. He looked extremely adorable.

Zenas’ eyes roamed around and stopped at his back. Lee's jacket had a back window cutout, so it was exposed. He could see the details of his frame as well as that blue light coming from specific parts. There was an itching sensation on Zenas' fingers, he wanted to touch. His hand was a few centimetres from Lee's back when he suddenly felt a deja vu. Didn't he do something similar before? Oh, right, how could I forget. Palefire's horn…

He thought, and kept thinking. If Palefire's horn were so sensitive, then what about his back? The more he looked at his back, the more he wanted to try and test his theory. Might as well risk it all if it means he would get a similar reaction. So, not restraining himself, Zenas let his mind go free and his hand rested on Lee's back. Fingertips tracing every single line with a delicacy he never had before for anyone else.

There was no reaction, probably because Lee was in that state but when he was already thinking of retracting his hand a soft moan filled the room. Zenas' hand stopped, and then moved his finger again. Another moan. He was smiling, as expected, his back was also sensitive and that single thought started to consume his sanity and left nothing but desire to keep teasing the blond Construct.

ㅤㅤㅤ“What do you think you're doing?”

The voice startled him, Lee was awake, and he was fucking angry.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Fucking hell, you scared the shit out of me.” Zenas answered, giggling at the situation. Because yes, Lee was angry but he also knew the boy would never do anything to him, and if Zenas was brutally honest, Lee looked hot.

ㅤㅤㅤ“You didn't answer my question.” he said, standing from the chair and taking some distance by walking a bit further away from the human, his hands already tapping on a screen.

ㅤㅤㅤ“You're sensitive all over. Just wanted to tease you.”

Denying it was stupid. Besides, he knew Lee very well, and he was completely sure the boy was flustered as hell because he would always resort to work and focus on whatever is in front of him in order to avoid eye contact. That's what he was going now, looking away, pretending to be focused on something else and ignoring Zenas' presence in the room.

But Lee was too fully aware. His cheeks were red and he hated himself for being so damn weak. Zenas was shortening the distance between them, there was nowhere to run or hide, Lee's mechanical heart was beating way too fast for his own good.

He felt shivers the moment the human's fingers touched his back again. Tracing in circles and Lee couldn't avoid remembering that day when he was messing around with Palefire's horn, how he was touching him, how Lee reacted to that and what he said before leaving. No amount of cold water could've subdued the heat climbing up to his body.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Are you thinking about that day?” Zenas whispered in his ears, soft lips touching him, that familiar voice reverberated inside of him, echoing and leaving marks. He gripped tightly the pen he was writing some reports and broke it in pieces.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Shall we continue, babe?” Zenas said, keeping one of his hands on Lee's back, while the other was going into places Lee wished he didn't have.

The human's body was hot, pressed against Lee and the latter was losing it. He could feel his pulse reaching a speed he never experienced, not even when fighting the most difficult and dangerous ascendant out there. It was hard to keep his voice down, especially when Zenas was leaving pepper kisses all over his neck, ears, and one of his hands playfully touching his inner thighs.

Zenas was a bit impatient but he didn't want to rush anything, it was really difficult to hold himself back. He grabbed Lee by his waist and forced him to face him. Eyes locked, the Construct's eyes had tears formed already, his cheeks tinted of the brightest red, parted lips and soft pink marks on his neck. It was an amazing sight indeed. Zenas lowered his body a bit, and in the blink of an eye Lee was sitting on the desk with Zenas between his legs. The light kisses from before were now more aggressive, tongue tracing every single tooth. Muffled moans coming out of Lee, both of his hands firmly grasping Zenas' hair and his legs wrapped around the human's waist.

It was too hot. Lee felt like his frame and M.I.N.D were about to explode due to the excessive heat he was feeling. But he didn't want Zenas to stop. He didn't care if others could hear them, he didn't care if he was losing his cool. Right now he just wanted to get fucked by his favourite human.

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〔 🎐 〕... 𝚜𝚘, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑. 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕.

〔 🎐 〕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗(𝚢). 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr lee #lee hyperreal #pgr global #canon divergence #oc x canon #pgr commandant #pgr oc #lee x commandant #i love lee so much #I'm insane #okay but Lee is cute #listen I'm not good at this and it shows #i don't know how to tag this #sae pgr writings

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poisonedprose · 2 years ago

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HI VIRA you already know what i’m about to ask.. but i’m going to switch it up and ask for something tatta OR arisu (crazy ikr look at all the options)that would be amazing and i would love you forever and ever

₊˚✧ sick! — headcanons about being sick with tatta and arisu!

tatta kodai , arisu ryohei x afab!reader

warnings: pre borderlands, lower case intended, typo, incomplete sentences

note: too many options i couldn't pick😔

masterlists

tatta ! ⋆ when you get sick he is so protective

⋆ he's getting you blankets and making soup

⋆ expect to have him checking on you every five minutes

⋆ "do you need anything? are you hot? cold? hungry? thirsty?"

⋆ whatever you ask for, he's getting you

⋆ probs wont even let you out of bed

⋆ "no! no! do not get out of bed. you need to rest!"

⋆ overall v v sweet and caring and makes being sick not so horrible

arisu ! ⋆ as soon as you suggest you don't feel good, he's taking your temperature

⋆ "you have a fever. go back to bed"

⋆ and then you refuse to go back to bed

⋆ def will bug you and make sure you take medicine

⋆ after you do he plays video games with you

⋆ he might let you win depending on how sick you feel

⋆ thinks its adorable when you fall asleep while waiting for the next round to start

⋆ probs cuddles with you and ends up sick the next week

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎┊ㅤㅤ💋 ㅤㅤ ﾟㅤㅤ ┊‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

#! ♠ ₊˚✧ aib .#alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #aib #aib x reader #ima wa no kuni no alice #tatta x reader #tatta kodai #arisu x reader #arisu ryohei

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garnetea · 2 years ago

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if these lights could cry.

who yandere! trafalgar law x fem black! y/n. length 606 words! warnings i promise i really tried to make him in character okay.. i'm not even in the timeskip *sobbing*. angst/gore. and don't be horny about the boob contact, this is not glorification. unprofessional & dangerous surgery description. organs and blood and poetry and blaaaaah. no consent. unconscious reader. and insinuations of the reader dying that's you ;).

leman's letter! a little pre-description would be: yandere! law touching y/n in places "only they know", and turns out it's a surgery just so he can feel her organs, knowing he's the only one capable of caring for her inside and out. and the only one she must trust to do so at that, since she sleeps so soundly in his bed, with them being lovers and all. surely that's more than trust? surely it's consent? really, regardless, who is she to refuse a check-up if it's doctor's orders?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ★

Loosen your will, lose your drive; drift like lost wood and sink like an angel's feathered spine. Spiders thrive where memories spin forlorn, pearlescent webs of regret, and in that case, el hospital de tu corazon is a cave for bats and daddy long legs.

Spread your arms. Some sedation would do you well, wouldn't it?

Spread your legs. Some fucks to give would last this doctor the rest of the night.

Spread your belly button. Your guts, splice them. Your eyes- no, sorry, we won't dice them..

You're a prepossessing little patient with a particularly possessive, perfectionist lover. But you, you're so perfect, what is there for the doctor to heal or mend or replace? Not a single discrepancy in your spleen, your pancreas is in as little pain as preferred, your thoracic cavity is as hollow as a lost soul. And your heart.

"There's the fun part."

His hands, riddled with letters of death and intentions of.. something akin, softly palm the naked elegance of your breasts. Although consumed by anesthesia, your nipples naturally harden beneath the newfound company, slowly tightening and tickling against his palm creases. Yet he presses deeper- harder- urging your chest into the density of your thoracic cavity until he's sure you should fall apart from the pressure.

Yellow lamps see it all. Hanging from the ceiling, adding to the ambiance of your impending quietus. No amount of flickering or buzzing from the dust-worn bulbs could warn the lingering spirits of those who came before you. Are you to be an exception?

An incision-- no.. three slabs. Just skin, it's just skin, just cells, just tissue. Just an organ- an organ or two. Or five.

He's a doctor, isn't he? He must be sure you're pumping blood where it's due, not swelling or oozing where you shouldn't. Checking off his list: no tumors or cell degeneration, no irritable cysts or parasites. If this means sliding that annoying latex over his hands to ensure you're safe and sound inside and out, he's more than acquiescent to oblige. Hell, to volunteer.

"Just lucky to have me, I guess."

..Debatable. Since one kidney is currently being toyed, twisted, poked, prodded, and pulled out of it's cubby behind your trampoline of a digestion bag. Oh, I mean stomach.

However, stomachs don't usually get sliced open with silver scalpels just for the fact of doing so. Do they? Perhaps "digestion bag" is more appropriate, since you open up quite widely.

Biopsy's vary. Could be fifteen minutes, could be thirty.

For you, more hours fly past than fingers on your limp hands. Spiders crawl into the winter sunrise, abandoning you and your yellow lights of worry to run silent on misery and immobility. Resting points in between the achingly intimate hours hold no weight; they're only for letting your sensitive body lay and recuperate, with your limbs spread apart and numb like you're ready for the slaughter house. You're too perfect to take so much time out of Doctor Trafalgar's day and night. Or perhaps it's because you're so unprecedented in faultlessness that you must amount to such a duration of focus.

He's had to redistribute anesthesia more times than he's enjoyed; you're such a handful. Surely you realize everyone has their reason to lose control.. Which cakey clump of you is pushing his limits this time?

"Jeez, Y/n, don't get so worked up. Going into cardiac arrest again just wastes more time. I can re-attach your heart to the left atrium in a second." A slowed stutter coruscates in his hand like a newborn baby's first and last breath, and he chuckles, comparing your blood hungry heart to such with lidded, heavy, restless eyes. "You're about to turn this into an exhumation."

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jacevelaryonswife · 2 years ago

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ㅤ Targaryen Corporation: A Question of Succession | 「AU」

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ(or a comedy show)

This is inspired by the hbo show Succession. English is not my first language.

∴warnings: nothing, just chaos.

The Targaryen Corp. is the group responsible for the multicultural conglomerate that includes networks of museums, bookstores and dynamic visual arts centers that simulate an experience of Old Valyria while housing shops, snack bars and music and games spaces. The company's current CEO is Viserys Targaryen, who took over the helm after the death of his grandfather Jaehaerys, dubbed The Conciliator for equating the importance of the Blackfyre museum chain, the Fire and Blood bookshop chain, and the Old Valyria gallery chain. Viserys's policy was not expansionist, but conservationist, knowing how to maintain the family legacy without loss of profitability.

However, just as his predecessor took time to define the new CEO of the corporation, Viserys seemed to follow the same path to the despair of some relatives, especially when he suffered a sudden heart attack two days ago. Finding himself unconscious in the hospital, some personal figures in his life didn't take long to pull some strings in the question of succession. The first was Otto Hightower, one of the oldest partners in the company since the time of Jaehaerys and father-in-law of Viserys, an ambitious man who did not like the other partners due to the unfounded certainty that the position would be passed to him eventually.

The second piece was Viserys' younger brother, Daemon Targaryen. As a young man, his impulsive and rebellious personality almost forever cost his brother his confidence in company affairs, but who cares? After all he was the closest blood relative of the fucking CEO, not even the leech Hightower could scare him. But then his sister-in-law Aemma gave birth to a daughter, and eventually after Viserys remarried Alicent Hightower other children increased the competition, forcing him to mature and catch up on his debt.

The third figure in this event is Viserys's eldest daughter, Rhaenyra, the group's marketing director and favorite daughter of Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron. The relationship she had with her brothers was good, as Aegon was the most uncommitted of the five, never caring much about the implications of the Targaryen group. Helaena was a sweet and eccentric girl, graduated in biology and currently pursuing a master's degree in entomology. Daeron was good friends with her eldest son, Jacaerys, both good and responsible boys.

And there was Aemond, the most ambitious and participative of Alicent's children in Targaryen Corp with whom there was a little tension and competition, but nothing too aggravating in their relationship. He is the fourth figure in this story. Fiery and almost ruthless in business, the middle son of Viserys Targaryen is a fire-forged prodigy who craves the highest office in the company, yet lacks the influence of the other members of that event.

From Friday (when the Targaryen CEO was admitted to the hospital) to Sunday (when he woke up) was enough time for chaos to be installed. Otto and Daemon engaged in a head-to-head battle under the eyes of the main partners and management. In fact, an almost indirect agreement was made between Aemond, Daemon and Rhaenyra to detonate Otto's influence, which was not entirely well seen by the arrogance in speaking for the CEO himself. Aemond tried to seek the support of his mother, Alicent, knowing that this was perhaps the only strong opinion that could precede him, as her relationship with Daemon and Rhaenyra had many ups and downs.

"That old cunt shoved his daughter into Viserys's lap to gain importance in the corporation, but this is a company run by a Targaryen and will remain that way forever," said Daemon. Yes, he never had a good relationship with Otto, it's not new. Rhaenyra, on the other hand, had a certain clash with Alicent for a long time, mainly due to the early marriage after her mother's death, however most of this resentment was in the past, both were well-resolved women.

With Otto Hightower off the radar of the main partners, it was enough time for the three blood relatives to fight among themselves. Bribes, blackmail, benefits, threats and almost physical aggression for a few moments. The mood in the manor became so unbearable and tense that when the family gathered for dinner on Saturday at a prayer for Viserys's health — yes, organized by Alicent — the mood was completely unbearable.

“I don't want to be the idiot who starts the subject but we’re delaying the inevitable, you know that,” Daemon said, starting the subject.

“What is inevitable besides my father’s health?” Rhaenyra asked.

“Dissimulation doesn't suit you, though it's a device you sometimes use,” Aemond said from across the table.

“For one who has no chance of taking office you are quite anxious about it,” she retorted, sipping her wine calmly, “even Aegon has a better chance than you.”

It was enough for chaos to settle on the table with accusations and fights between ALL OF THEM, whether Targaryen, Higtower, Velaryon and Strong.

“While you still smelled like urine, I was already studying marketing to get where I am,” Rhaenyra teased her brother.

“Funny I can say the same about you two, so if merit is contribution I'd be up front,” Daemon said.

“We all know you only cared about the work when competition came along, don't pretend to be what you're not,” Aemond snapped. “Or do you think we don't know about the time you fucked your secretary at the conference table?”

The next day when Viserys woke up the question of succession had already been raised for the 10372928 time and all his possible chosen ones had plotted in a thousand possible ways to get the position. A war on all sides of his family had started and he would be responsible for stopping it or making it worse.

We love white people chaos.

#modern #modern hotd #hotd #house of the dragon #fanfic #rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent #daemon #daemon targaryen #aemond targaryen #aemond #viserys targaryen #otto hightower #alicent hightower #comedy #reader #aemond one eye #oneshot

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lightcreators · 3 months ago

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@raajasii continue from here

ㅤㅤ❝ HEEEEY . . . What is it you’re looking for ? Ciel ? Hey . . . ? Did you lose something ? Because I could help you search for it if you just tell me, you know ? ❞

Certainly it would prove a more productive venture to simply ask Agni about misplaced items ! Notwithstanding, not unlike an overgrown puppy tailing its owner wherever they may go, Soma falls instantly in step with the tight - lipped young lord seeming to be in ever such a hurry to survey the townhouse in its entirety ( for reasons yet unknown ) . Barely enough time to even remove his coat, he’d had ! Soma knows, because he had been the one insistent on playing the IMPECCABLE HOST and helping him out of it, just then, thick fabrics still slung over an arm.

ㅤㅤ❝ Furthermore, won’t I even get a little greeting hug first ?? It has been two whole months since your last visit ! ❞ And five days, might he add !

Remembrances who included the various arrangement of rooms of his townhouse, in which manner the layout of the entire building has been made, remained terrible fragile mental conception. Inside other circumstances, if he wasn't single person that could do something about it and embracing the responsabilities he accepted to bear by been tolerant once inside his lifetime, he would ask immedietly Sebastian to create an map out of the place. He wouldn't have done all this way for simply having an guarantee, maybe, during an unwanted and firstly undesired stay --- he would pretend an illusion of reassurance. At least, emotionally, it was the ambition who driving himself to coming back to London for one particular reason. Time was escaping him, and with his constant lack of knoweldge or anchored informations over what happening right in the moment, if nothing was done, he would have an loss by his own fault … An failure that will automatically put him in danger. An failure that will destroying the safety of his existence in one instant. An pain he could avoid, helplessness emotion he could yet escape if he was reacting …

There was no emotional ability for him, the Earl of Phantomhive as mental reminder, to answer as once towards the brightness given by Soma. Way he introduced himself has been horribly distanced, he knew that, and there was consciousness his casual harshness would sound terribly inscreased if he dared leave his thoughtful state --- Explanatory sentence that could be confessed was simple, right ? Usually, there would be an common exasperation passing though his expression, in which an visible blue eye would have pouted almost innocently towards receive that attention by the moment he step by --- He couldn't hide the person he had on the coach, in which he guessed without attentive presence of his side, noise that must be handled would be something again to calm down. Hardly right now, he couldn't consider Sebastian be an demon able to reassure unwanted patient - now friend counting on him !

❝ Find out how many bedrooms are available here. ❞ Disconnected reply eventually came out of his lips. Yes, he would be totally legitimate to ask him why he needed at this point perceiving by himself the number of bedrooms allowed inside this place. If he had to sacrifing an room, it would be borthersome for him. He would prefer avoid one option in which cohabitation would take another extansion, wishing instead to have an fuzzing annoyance creating disasters all around the place like old times when silence would return … ❝ I don't have an mindset for that. ❞ He brutally then exposed towards the greeting hugs, in which fragments of his expression confessed instead sadness that indeed, he does. Ah, concerning his absence --- ❝ I've been extremely busy, Soma. ❞ Busy to wondering how it was humanly possible to remove an demon curse on someone who accidentally crushed his soul day by day, in which the physical state of the patient reached an disastrous point … Sebastian didn't have an magical cure for that. Sebastian didn't have one single clue about how helping the situation. Sebastian wasn't enough helpful right now ! Lips hesitated to lie. Prolonged absence within noblesse realm has been confirmed since a while, and even he had to inform the Queen he will be busy. Jugding gaze pondered the best decisions, as anyways, his temporary staying included to humiliate himself towards an action he wouldn't usually dare attempting. ❝ I'm not alone. I have a surprise guest. He is gravely ill. Out of my great kindness, I have taken him in, but the care provided in my manor isn't sufficient. Even the greatest doctors Sebastian could find for me are insufficient. I need to know if we can put him aside while I do what is necessary on my end. I came back to London for this. ❞ There was an latent unhappines and tiring emotional conflict that could be heard in the background of his sentences as he was aware, without express explicity the word, that he cared.

#raajasii #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♔ ) interconnected subplot #long post /#yes it's 600 words certified 100% pain #have opportunity of an grumpy affectionate o!ciel growing up emotionally for more bonding time between them !

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"One." She counted, tugging gently on their index finger. Lena hummed gently, watching the upset team with caring eyes, before moving to their middle finger. "Two." She continued the process, letting them process as loudly or painfully as they needed, working her way down each finger until she got to their thumb. "Twenty."

ㅤit wasn't often that they let themself cry in front of lena.

it was even less often that they let themself completely break down in front of her.

the week had been a long one, full of awful surprise on top of awful surprise, from hearing word that they'd officially be removed from the group home at the end of the school year regardless of whether they found themself someplace new to live or not, to crossing paths with an old, abusive foster mother who somehow managed to be worse to them than ever despite them being long out of her care. they hadn't been able to catch a break, old traumas and miserable memories forcibly dredged up against their will in moments they least expected it... and it had all come to a head tonight, when they'd shown up to lena's place seeking refuge from the world only to be jumped by a deeply buried memory when faced with a simple bowl of mac 'n cheese.

it had taken them back to being five years old again, unwanted and alone and all too aware of both of those facts, left to wonder what was wrong with them, what it was that they'd done that was so wrong as to not be allowed to go home.

lena's presence in front of them didn't register until about the time she was counting to four with a gentle pull on their little finger. they were too busy curling in on themself, trying to hide their pain (or perhaps it was a weak attempt to hide from it) despite the way their unwilling sobs wracked their entire form.

five, she said, and they felt her fingers on their thumb as they shoved their face deeper into the crook of their elbow like they might just be able to disappear if they tried hard enough.

six. byan shuffled, battling against the urge to lash out like a cornered animal, despising this feeling of vulnerability despite knowing that lena wouldn't take advantage of it. it was too much like being a child again, so full of all those intense emotions that they didn't know where to put or what to do with, bottling it all up until it came out in an uncontrollable fit of rage and misunderstood violence.

seven. a shout tore from their throat, sharp and raw and full of agony. no words to it, just pure emotion being expelled because it had to come out somewhere. this was better than accidentally hurting lena, if also more embarrassing.

eight. another yell, this one sounding vaguely like a question, almost like a pained why? it broke off into another stream of noisy sobs and sniffling, and they could feel their tears now soaking through the thick fabric of their hoodie's sleeve.

by the time lena reached twelve, the teen had quietened down considerably. tears still stung their eyes and soaked their sweater, and their breathing would break off into stilted hiccoughs and sniffles every now and then, but the very worst of it seemed to have passed, at least for now.

ㅤㅤ" 'm sorry, "ㅤthey mumbled somewhere around sixteen, voice quiet and hoarse and uncharacteristically timid. sorry for what, they didn't clarify; for not being able to contain themself, maybe. for being a burden, almost certainly. out of habit for those occasions, which were much rarer in these last few years, where they'd feel guilt for emotional outbursts that they couldn't control getting the better of them in front of another... perhaps.

lena would surely tell them not to worry about it, but it still felt unfair to put it all on her like this, to ruin her night over their own bullshit without even explaining what the problem was. it still felt pathetic to break down over fucking macaroni and cheese.

nineteen came and went without another word, but a deep breath was drawn in sometime after it, held for four seconds before being released. byan's face was still hidden behind their arm and beneath messy bangs which had grown much too long, and a quiet tremble still shook their body, still caused the air to waver as it left their lungs, but they seemed a bit more calm now. unsteady, yes; still teetering on that edge of breaking back down into tears, absolutely; but calmer nonetheless.

ㅤㅤ" 'm sorry. "ㅤthe apology was spoken again, just as muffled as before yet somehow meeker. what else was their to say? another slow breath, in and out, and lena murmured twenty with a soft tug on their thumb.ㅤ" 'm sorry, i shouldn't've... i mean, i shoulda— "ㅤwords were cut short abruptly and a hand clenched tight for a moment, almost as if in hesitation, before reaching out blindly in search of lena's sleeve, or even her arm or hand. just... something to hold on to. something to keep them grounded.

ㅤㅤ" —'m sorry. "

#chronal anomaly #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ic ⋮ i am a vulture that feeds on pain.#thank u sm as always for the surprise hurt/comfort spacy #u always know exactly how to make me hurt (affectionate)#this...... idk. it got away from me (as per usual) and it's messier than i'd like it to be but #yeah uvu something something the amount of trust they have in her to let her see them like this and comfort them through it #something something the guilt they feel for expressing their emotions bc they're used to it being a burden on others #they're used to it being too much for others #they're used to being invalidated and belittled over feeling the way they do #unlearning that shit is hard (':

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CHEERFUL OBLIVION - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER (chapter three)

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chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six

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masterlist

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tw: angst, violence, blood, mentions of death, fluff, angst with a happy ending.

Jules/Stolas is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤchapter three

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ After two hours of travel by quinjet, everyone arrived in Égerszög, a small town in Hungary. The mission was not easy, they had to enter and disrupt an organization linked to Batroc who remained on the run.

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The bad news was that the place was a very old church, close to the well-known caves of that town. If Georges Batroc became aware of their presence, he could escape through the old basements and secret passageways to the cave with ease, although it was quite dangerous. That’s why as insurance against any attack, the mercenary took hostages who remained inside the cave.

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The groups were divided between two or three agents, surrounding that place, Natasha and Yelena interfered as spies. They would go for Batroc, while the agents would take care of their mercenaries.

Y/N’s mission was to rescue the hostages who remained at the entrance of the cave.

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“I'm going in.” Y/N announced over the earpiece.

Walking cautiously, the demon surrounded the church, taking down every mercenary she saw with agility until she finally could see the door to the cave. It was a rusty iron door, protected by two agents with machine guns and a deadly look. Above them, two snipers stood expectantly in the church bell tower, ready to kill anyone they saw near the door.

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“Kate, Y/N. Be careful, two snipers are in the church bell tower like two birds of prey.” Natasha's voice was heard in the earpiece.

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“Yes, I can see them.” Y/N muttered, hiding behind an old concrete wall. Next to her was Kate, who was clinging tightly to her bow, somewhat nervously. It wasn't her first mission, but this one wasn't easy and Clint wasn't at her side for the first time.

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“Hey.” The demon caught her attention to look into Kate’s blue eyes. “I'll have your back, okay? I will shoot those at the door, you make the birds fly.”

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Kate nodded quickly. The archer took out one of the explosive arrows and took a deep breath, nervous about such a dangerous but necessary move. If they didn't get out of there, they would be surrounded by enemies soon.

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“Don't be afraid, I won't let them shoot you.” Y/N whispered, placing her hand on the girl's shoulder. “I'll go out first, cover your back, shoot the sniper's nest. We will get those hostages out, we will go home and I'll buy you a burger.”

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Being more confident, Kate nodded and steeled herself as Y/N came running and sliding out of hiding to shoot the agents in front of the door. Hiding behind a destroyed concrete wall, she nodded to Kate before firing again, giving confidence for the archer to come out and fire at the snipers.

As soon as the arrow hit the wood, it took a few seconds to explode, getting rid of those agents and leaving a clear path for them to pass. They ran towards the door and after planting a mini bomb to open it, went inside to take the hostages who were chained.

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“Let’s go, let’s go!” Y/N yelled as she led those people towards the safe exit, especially when some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents came to help them. She was about to keep going but Kate stopped, taking her arm and looking at her with concern.

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“Y/N…” Kate stammered looking at the brunette's belly.

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Looking down, Y/N belatedly realized that her uniform was soaked in that crimson liquid. Apparently one of the bullets pierced the demon’s stomach in the confrontation and she had not even noticed it, causing blood loss.

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Oh no.

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“I’m okay.” Y/N nodded, willing to continue. They couldn't stop, no one was supposed to find out what she was. This was only going to make it worse. “We must keep going.”

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“No, but you-” Kate tried to stop her but the demon turned to look her in the eyes.

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“Kate, I’m okay.” Y/N whispered, hoping Kate would believe her and not have to manipulate the girl into forgetting about it. She promised not to. “Look at me, I'm fine. Trust me.”

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Y/N didn't want to have to manipulate Kate to make her forget, didn't want to do that with whoever she loved. Despite Y/N's thousands of attempts to ignore the new 'Hawkeye', the girl became one of her greatest friends. One who always came to Y/N when she needed advice or help. Friends, something she couldn't even begin to think about, was what she had now.

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She did it so many times in her life, manipulating humans to forget, but now the idea of having to get into Kate's mind to alter it was extremely painful.

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‘Please, don’t make me do it,’ Y/N thought.

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Sighing a little thoughtful and worried, the brunette decided to nod. Limping slightly, the demon wasn't going to deny that she was a little bit in pain but it would soon heal. A bullet in the stomach was nothing to her.

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“I can't believe you did that for me.” Kate mumbled as they walked towards the quinjet, the hostages now safely on the ship. Shots could be heard in the distance but S.H.I.E.L.D won the battle that time.

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“Me neither.” Y/N joked as she walked over to sit on the ship, noticing how Natasha approached with concern carrying a first aid kit. She didn't expect one of the 'casualties' to be Y/N.

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“Thank you.” Kate whispered, taking Y/N’s bloody hand as they waited for the quinjet to finally take off.

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Thoughtful, Wanda remained watching through the window, those enormous trees that surrounded the compound. The night arrived and when the lights went out, the stars made that place charming.

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She sighed; couldn't get that kiss out of her mind. The way Y/N grabbed her waist, the way she looked or kissed her. That delicacy and passion at the same time drove Wanda crazy, never thought she could experience something like that.

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When Pietro was alive, he used to scare away every boy who came near her. They had always been so protective of each other. But now her ‘little brother’ was no longer there, and although she felt joy for experiencing love for the first time, she also felt enormous guilt for being happy without him.

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“Are you okay?” Clint asked as he walked closer. The Sokovian turned to look at him surprised, it was assumed that the man was spending a few days of necessary 'vacation' with his family.

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“Yes, I’m just-” She started to say but then stopped, she didn't want to bother with such silly problems. “What are you doing here? I thought you were home with Laura and the kids.”

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“Oh, Stark made me come to see something. I'm free now.” Clint sat next to Wanda. She didn't say anything, just nodded.

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“You know you can talk to me. You’re not alone.” Clint always knew how to approach her without making the girl feel pressure or awkward. And Wanda found in him a father figure that she always needed.

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Hesitantly, she turned to see the blonde. “I think I like someone.”

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Nodding slowly, Clint momentarily cursed himself for asking about it. He felt like a dad talking to his daughter for the first time about love, but after sighing deeply, he smiled understanding what it was about.

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“That brooding agent who's always frowning.” Of course the man saw them together many times, Wanda tended to avoid everyone except her.

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“Yes.” Wanda cleared her throat, playing with her rings.

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“So what do you think?” Clint sighed as he looked up at the sky, the moon shining overhead.

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“I don't know, I'm worried…” Wanda murmured barely, afraid that if she said it it would become so real. “I'm terrified of holding on to someone and then losing them.”

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The Sokovian sighed, still couldn't fully heal remembering the painful loss of Pietro. How she lost control in Sokovia, and thanks to her friend, Vision, she was safe at that time. If only she had been with Pietro to stop those bullets.

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As soon as the witch arrived at the Compound, she completely avoided socializing with everyone in the place. Locking herself in a bedroom until Y/N came. Changing her life completely.

Y/N wasn't trying to get her out of it, rather sharing the loneliness next to her, slowly mitigating the pain.

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“I feel happy when I see her, but I also feel guilty for not being able to mourn my brother as I should.” Finally the brunette released that deep pain in her chest, which had been hurting her so much those days when she walked away from Y/N. “I feel like I'm being selfish.”

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Clint sighed, thinking carefully about what he wanted to say so as not to cause more harm. He wanted the girl to allow herself to be happy, she and Pietro were so young when they found them. And he'll always be grateful, Pietro gave his life for him, Clint would always be in debt for it. That's why the archer promised to take care of Wanda until the end of his days. ㅤㅤ

“First… She looks like a good girl, and she's a good agent. That's good.” Barton tilted his head, enjoying the silence that surrounded them. “Being happy is not an easy thing for people like us, but we learn to survive the pain and accept the good that comes to us when it does. There is no time for 'grieving'. You just do it, and move forward so you don't die. He is your brother and always will be, but think that he wants the best for you, just as you would want the best for him if it were the other way around.”

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“I will be honest, just be happy, Wanda. Pietro would want that for you, it’s the best way to honor him.” Clint finished by bringing his hand to the girl's shoulder and squeezed it gently. He stood up from her seat, looking at her one more time.

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“Thank you, Clint.” The brunette smiled gratefully. “I'd better try to occupy my mind on something else so I'm not so worried.”

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“Don't worry... Now I think I have to go or Laura is going to kill me. I can't miss movie night.” He joked as always. Wanda stood up to walk towards the kitchen, while Clint slowly walked away towards the parking lot.

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Y/N sighed, lying on that infirmary bed, cursing herself for not having been faster. Well, she couldn't use her powers if Kate was around.

She looked at the IV connected to her arm and just rolled her eyes, happy to be alone for a moment. Of course all this was unnecessary, she didn't need this type of treatment but couldn't say no. After a quick surgery, Helen Cho managed to remove the bullet from her stomach and the demon was now resting.

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“Hello, Y/N. How do you feel?” Helen asked as she walked through the door, holding her stark tablet.

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“I’m good. Ready to go.”

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The doctor remained silent. From her body expression she seemed nervous, and Y/N noticed it quickly. “What's wrong, Doc?” Y/N asked and narrowed her eyes as she watched the woman hesitate.

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“Y/N…” Helen cleared her throat. “I must tell you the truth, as my patient… W-While I was removing the bullet, I noticed how-”

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She stopped, not knowing if she should talk to this woman because maybe Y/N didn't know or if she should talk to one of the avengers first. Or maybe Fury.

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“I noticed how part of your organs were regenerating themselves.” Finally the doctor was brave enough to say it. “Slowly, but much faster than a human. The bullet pierced part of the intestine, hit an artery. You couldn't possibly be alive.”

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Oh.

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“That’s it?” Y/N asked as she took off the covers and got out of bed without much trouble. The wound was still there, but it was nothing the demon couldn't endure. “Does anyone else know?”

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Helen shook her head, backing away. “N-no.”

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“Good.” Y/N smiled slightly then her eyes changed. Her pupils became vertical, fixed on the doctor's eyes. “Helen, you'll look me right in the eye.”

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Even though she tried to refuse the control, Helen could do nothing but nod her head and lose herself in that look.

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“You're going to forget everything you said and what you saw. The surgery went well, you haven't seen anything strange.” Y/N hissed at her, easily manipulating her. “You'll discharge me right now because it wasn't that bad.”

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Lost in the demon’s gaze, Helen just nodded her head slowly in complete obedience.

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“You will forget after my eyes change.”

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When Y/N finished and her eyes returned to their human form, the demon sat on the bed and the doctor woke up from that daydream, blinking rapidly.

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“Sorry, I started to dissociate.” Helen giggled and Y/N just smiled politely. “So, the surgery went well. Nothing strange, you will recover slowly but you were very lucky. ”

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At that moment the door opened, Wanda hurriedly and worriedly approached Y/N to hug her.

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“Are you OK?” Wanda exclaimed, taking Y/N's face carefully, terror could be seen in those green eyes.

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Y/N giggled, taking Wanda's hand. “I’m fine.”

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“How is she?” Ignoring those words, the Sokovian turned to see Helen who smiled tenderly at seeing them together like that. Everyone knew they were 'together'.

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“I'm fine!”

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“I was telling Y/N that I could discharge her, if this woman behaves well. It wasn't that bad.” Dr. Cho walked over to see that everything was fine on her tablet and then nodded. Y/N’s blood pressure was normal, plus nothing was out of the ordinary. “But you will need rest for a few days.”

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“I'll make sure she does.” Wanda nodded, still holding Y/N's hand.

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She turned to look at the demon, truly grateful that nothing bad happened to her. As soon as she found out that Y/N was hurt, her life was in total chaos, unable to do anything but wait.

Y/N didn't say anything, she just listened to Wanda talk to the doctor about how careful she should be, and just stayed thoughtful. At first it felt weird, to feel like someone cared about you, but then she felt such great joy that her ears turned red due to blushing.

It was nice, hopeful until all that turned into suffocating guilt. How could Y/N do this to her? The girl was there, doing the best to take care of her and Y/N was just plotting to hurt her as much as possible.

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“Y/N?”

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Wanda's soft voice made Y/N wake up from that daydream, her gaze lost in that steaming bowl. The sokovian insisted that she should be resting, so Jules gave up her room so that Y/N could sleep peacefully and she would spend the night playing games with Kate, -or possibly with Natasha-.

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“What's going on?” Wanda asked a little worried, sitting next to her in that bed. “Is it cold?”

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The sokovian made some soup for both of them, saying it would 'help her regain strength'. Of course the demon just giggled thinking about how cute that was, she didn't need it but wasn't going to refuse so much affection.

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“No! It's exquisite, it's perfect.” Y/N smiled, taking her hand and leaving a short kiss. “I’m just thinking.”

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“Still thinking about the mission?” Wanda settled next to her, watching as the girl slowly ate the soup. She observed carefully Y/N's injured face, a bruise on her left cheekbone, her eyebrow cut but the worst was that shot in her belly, now covered by a bandage.

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“Not so much.” Y/N licked her lips, enjoying the taste. She lived for so many years but never enjoyed food as much as she did now. “I was more worried about Kate, but she did great.”

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“Kate said you took that bullet for her.” The Sokovian smiled tenderly, despite her concern and fears, she felt very proud of what 'her girl' did to save a friend.

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“She's overreacting.” Y/N rolled her eyes and finished the soup, leaving the bowl on the side of the bed.

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“I was so worried. Terrified.” Wanda whispered, she had to be honest with her. Carefully, the Sokovian tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. “I don't want anything to happen to you.”

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I don't want anything to happen to you.

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Possibly one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to her. Y/N felt her heart jump, no one had ever cared so much about her like that. Her life has always been about manipulating people and avoiding emotional ties.

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“I’m okay, I swear… Come here.” The demon assured her with a sincere smile, pulling the brunette over so she could lie down next to her. They both settled into that bed, simply holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

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They spent some time that way, sharing some cute looks and kisses. Y/N told her some stuff about the mission and Wanda about what she talked to Clint, opening up about her fears. Even from the suspicions Y/N had about Jules having 'something' with Natasha.

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“Would you like to watch something on TV?” Y/N babbled nervously, hoping the brunette wouldn't take it the wrong way or think she was too 'clingy'. After all, it was the first time she liked someone and didn't know how to do this. “Let's watch a tv show, stay with me all day… after all, I have to rest, right?”

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Giggling, Wanda rested her head on Y/N's shoulder. “What do you think of sitcoms?”

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“I really like them.” Of course the demon was lying, but she wasn't going to deny the opportunity to share time with Wanda. The Sokovian kissed her softly and then took the remote control to look for something good on some streaming.

She decided to go for Abbott Elementary, a new sitcom that always brought a smile to her face.

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After some time sharing laughter and caresses, Wanda sighed when she realized her head was on Y/N's chest. Closeness became normal for both of them, without them realizing it.

Biting her lip, she felt enormous joy hearing Y/N's heart beat for her.

Suddenly Y/N started to laugh, but ended up placing a hand on her belly, feeling this sharp pain.

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“Are you okay?” Wanda frowned worriedly.

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“Of course, yes, it was just… I laughed. I'm fine, really.” Y/N assured, hoping she would actually believe her.

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“I'm kind of scared. Not just before, now...” Looking at the wound, the truth came out of Wanda's lips without even thinking about it.

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The demon frowned and turned to look at her curiously. “Why?”

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“It sounds really stupid.” The brunette sighed and settled back hugging Y/N, avoiding touching the wound. “I was afraid that something would happen to you, but I'm not going to be hypocritical, I’m scared because I don't want you to play with my heart.”

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Y/N took a moment to think about what to say. She didn't want to lie to Wanda, nor could she tell her the truth. So, what should she do? Half-truths were as painful as a dagger.

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“That's something I will never do.” The demon decided to speak the truth. Y/N didn't want to do it but knew she would do it without wanting to. She didn't want to break Wanda's heart, although she existed for that, Wanda achieved something impossible and that is that the demon felt something for someone other than herself. “I really care about you. I really like you.”

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Smiling at those sincere words, Wanda felt like she could finally give herself to her, give destiny a chance, could finally trust that everything would be okay.

Just settled on her girl's chest and let herself be happy for once.

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Time passed and Y/N's health had miraculously improved. Of course those wounds healed much faster, so she had to pretend to still be recovering. Natasha allowed her to return to training, and that was a good thing to keep her mind occupied. A mind that didn't stop working, trying to think how to cope with the situation.

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Time was running out and Abaddon demanded to see results, and as if that were not enough, fate played a very big trick on Y/N, making her end up falling in love with Wanda.

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“I've noticed that you're feeling better.” Jules said as she entered the room they shared, noticing that Y/N was putting some dirty clothes in her bag to take them to wash. She would never have thought that Leviathan, the great devastating demon, would be doing such mundane things like that.

Y/N nodded slowly, thankful that the place was almost empty. She turned around, watching as Jules sat on her bed.

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“How you do it? Isn't it hard for you?” Y/N broke their silence, Jules narrowed her eyes not knowing what she meant. “Pretending.”

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“Oh.” Jules murmured. She couldn't find a good enough answer for that, just looked down, feeling guilty. Y/N hadn't even thought about what Stolas was feeling right now. If she was confused, assumed her 'friend' was too. How could she have been so inconsiderate?

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That thought of hers only made Y/N laugh; she was a demon. A big one, that was something she had to be. Why did something that she was meant to do by nature make her feel so bad?

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“It's getting so hard, Stolas. I don't know what I'm doing here, but I'm not doing what I should do.” Y/N whispered, moving closer to sit next to Jules, who remained looking at the floor. “You have to leave.”

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“What?” She looked up, surprised. After a few seconds of silence, the dark-haired woman broke it and said determinedly, like never before. “No. I won't do it.”

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Frowning, confused but more offended by Stolas's disobedience, Y/N turned to look at her. “I'm not asking you. You must leave soon, Stolas.”

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“It’s 'Jules' here.” The brown-eyed girl finally looked into her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

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“If Abaddon finds out about this, she's going to kill you too.” Y/N whispered worried, for the first time, for who she considered a friend. “Won't even think, she will do it.”

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Jules shook her head. “I’m with you.”

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“I can't bear your death too!” Finally Y/N exploded, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and calm herself down. Things were getting out of control.

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“I don't know how we got here, I told you we shouldn't get involved!” Y/N angrily shook her head and looked around. “When we arrived, the place could have burned down and I wouldn't even care. I would have danced on the ashes! But now… now everything is different. Everything hurts.”

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“I know.” Jules murmured wistfully.

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“No, you don’t know.” The demon interrupted quickly. “I care about them-”

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“YES, I DO!” Jules screamed angrily and got out of bed. For the first time she exploded, showing her true nature, showing her true eyes. Those eyes changed to ones quite similar to those of a bird of prey, a bright orange color, pupils as dark as night. But as soon as she realized her mistake, those eyes turned brown again.

Frowning, Y/N said nothing. She understood Stolas' pain, because she was feeling that endless number of contradictory feelings too.

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Sighing, the dark-haired girl looked down, ashamed to shout at a superior. “I know it, Y/N, I care too. Everything around me matters to me, and I hate it… but I also like it.”

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“I gotta be honest with you.” Jules swallowed nervously, maybe this would change everything but she couldn't take it anymore. “Abaddon did send me to spy on you.”

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Maybe she expected Y/N to be surprised or scream at her or rather to end her life for betrayal, but the superior demon only smiled with a certain tenderness, perhaps a little proud.

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“I know.” Y/N shrugged. She wasn't stupid and she knew the redhead's intentions very well.

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“No, you don't understand! She sent me to spy on you but I never said anything!” Jules approached, horrified by the guilt that was drowning her. “I haven't even been reporting back to her and I think that's making her angry, but if I do, she'll know I'm lying. For a long time she has thought that you will start a rebellion, using Wanda at your convenience.”

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Fear could be seen reflected in Jules' eyes and that made Y/N feel some worry.

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“She will burn everything to ashes, Leviathan… and I like this place. I like the air I breathe, and I like it when I eat breakfast, and I like it when the birds sing or the crickets make that sound.” The lower rank demon sighed, embarrassed for disappointing Y/N but that was the truth. And she would die accepting it. “I like it when I play video games with Kate, or when Natasha looks at me or asks me if I'm okay. And I don't want to lose it, even if I have been part of their suffering, I like them. ”

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Y/N didn't know what to say. It was one thing to feel confused because of where they were, because of living with humans for so long but Jules seemed really affected by it. But it was a very different thing to bet your life on them. The anguish in those eyes was real.

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“And even if you hate it... I've learned these months about friendship, and I will stay by your side until the end. I am loyal to you, even if I die.” The teary eyes of who was Stolas, a powerful demon, made Y/N understand the complex situation they were in.

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Nodding, Y/N placed her hand on Jules' shoulder but the brunette quickly rushed towards her to hug tightly.

Surprised, Y/N just patted her back gently, more confused than ever but trying to provide reassurance to her friend. “We'll find a solution.”

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Like flowers blooming thanks to spring, the love between Wanda and Y/N also blossomed in a strong and powerful way.

Wanda was no longer that melancholy girl who lived locked up in her room, learned to open herself up to others freely, and Natasha was grateful for that because she found an amazing friend in her.

And she wasn't going to deny that it helped a lot in managing her powers. Y/N was a great help training alongside her, helping the Witch to focus and handle the magic better. Magic that previously came from pain and chaos was now much less violent and explosive.

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And just as Y/N was a positive development in Wanda's life to work on herself and her powers, Wanda was teaching the demon to let herself be loved little by little. She noticed that Y/N was not used to affection, but she learned by her side, trying to be romantic and affectionate in her own way.

Seeing how the woman tried to understand, how she smiled genuinely or every time Y/N showed her with words or actions how much she loves her. Especially that chaotic night where Y/N finally discovered that she was madly in love with Wanda, and there was nothing that could change it. They were in love, and there was no one in the Compound who didn't notice it.

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But of course, Wanda was also worried that she didn't know much about her either. Y/N never talked about her past life or her family, and that caused a little insecurity in the Sokovian.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ But the good thing was that Abaddon seemed to be perfectly swallowing that Wanda was beginning to decline, perhaps in half a year she would be ready. At least that's what Y/N and Jules told her, feeding her small advances to keep the Knight happy.

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“Will you...?”

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The grass tickled against her skin, a feeling so strange and at the same time so nice. The warm sun hit her face, such a pleasant and familiar feeling.

Sighing, Y/N opened her eyes meeting that green gaze that only showed immense tenderness.

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Wanda smiled when she saw her; both were in front of the lake enjoying a delicious lunch. Y/N rested her head on her legs while Wanda looked at the lake, so calm and relaxing.

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“What do you mean?” Y/N wrinkled her nose.

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“You know what I mean.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “You know everything about me.” Y/N played dumb.

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“You’re adorable.” Wanda confessed, gently pressing her nose with a finger.

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“I’m not.” Y/N growled, squinting her eyes so as not to look directly at the sun as she sat next to her again. “But thanks for surprising me with this brunch.”

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Smiling flirtatiously, Wanda ended the distance between them and kissed her lover's lips once more. A tender and short kiss, but full of such strong feelings. A girl who overcomes her fears of losing, to let herself be loved. And a demon that didn't know how to love, beginning to be afraid of losing her.

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Just one kiss of those lips was all it took to seal Y/N’s future.

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“Since I met you, you make me feel so much better.” Wanda whispered against her lips, caressing Y/N's face tenderly. “I don't know how you do it.”

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Moved by those words, Y/N just bit her lower lip trying to quell the enormous urge to smile. “I just like being by your side, the rest is just... because of you.”

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Stunned by just looking at that woman, those eyes so attractive and mysterious, those lips so soft, the sokovian kissed Y/N one more time. They stayed like that for an hour, chatting about the Avengers and about how quickly the demon healed from her injury. Wanda was watching over her, taking care, trying to make everything easier. And even though Y/N felt a little guilty for 'pretending' that she was still recovering, she also took advantage of being spoiled by her girlfriend.

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“I’ve to go now… Otherwise Natasha will kill me.” Wanda murmured between kisses, unable to move away from the brunette but still had to.

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Smiling numbly, Y/N confessed: “I find it very difficult to let you go.”

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“How about… you have a date with me tonight?” Wanda looked down to play with her rings, she looked a little shy but also flirtatious. “Maybe we could be alone... all night. Watching a movie or something.”

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Raising a curious eyebrow, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. Was that a date or something else? Maybe Natasha or Kate could help her with this. “That would be lovely.”

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“See you later, detka.” The green eyed girl said first and stole the demon’s heart once again.

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“I love it when you call me that.” Y/N said without regret, without fear, without doubt. For the first time she allowed herself to feel, and thanks to Wanda she began to discover what love was.

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Now she understood all those songs, now she understood all those tears and poems. Now she perfectly understood Alfonsina Storni, Pablo Neruda and Alejandra Pizarnik.

She was always a bit patient with certain humans, but never thought she could love one. Nodding with a smile, Wanda stole a short kiss before walking away.

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Y/N watched this amazing woman, her girlfriend, walk away to enter the compound. But that happiness did not last long, especially when that sudden and horrible feeling came to her.

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The presence of an evil being became so strong, that her eyes changed to see where such negative energy came from.

In the distance, she could see how a strange old man was watching her among the trees. With a hunched body, his hair was greasy and his smile was macabre, but the worst of all was its nauseating smell.

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Bile rushed up her throat, terrified. Y/N quickly got up and walked towards that place, noticing that the man now was walking away playing among the trees. As if it were a game, hide and seek.

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“Stolas.” Y/N summoned the demon as she quickly walked. Instantly Jules appeared at her side, walking next to her.

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“What is it?” The brunette asked worriedly, if Y/N summoned her just like that it was a big deal. Y/N didn't say anything, just told her to keep quiet. They both chased that man until he took them to a clearing, far enough away from the others. Even though the demon was slippery, Y/N was faster and caught it, slamming it into one of the trees.

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“What are you doing here, Furcas?” Y/N growled, showing fangs. Y/N tightened her grip on the demon's neck, making it stir. “Answer me! Is Abaddon here?”

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Even though she wanted to rip his head off, Y/N loosened her grip on his neck so he could answer. Furcas was a very different demon. Some demons were fallen angels who ended up in an awful place, but Furcas was born from the very perversion and depravation.

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He was renowned for being a low-ranking demon, but above all, he was renowned for being vicious. That demon was the complete opposite of Y/N. Torture wasn't enough for him, he always had a fascination with repulsive perversions. Things that not even Y/N could come to think of.

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“She's not here, I-I decided to come and see if everything was okay.” He said with a creepy and squeaky voice. Furcas smiled widely, trying to free himself but it was impossible. “Abaddon thinks she is suffering but I see her very happy there, smiling next to you.”

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“Shut up.” Y/N narrowed her eyes.

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Stretching out her arm, a sword appeared in her hand. The grip was strong and dark, the blade had a terrifying edge and strange inscriptions on it. Enochian could be read, isomething that the closest thing in English could be 'willbreaker'. “Do you know what this is?”

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Of course Furcas knew what it was. Very few demons had one of those, a fallen angel sword. When Y/N placed the blade on the demon's neck, it shifted restlessly.

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“The boss is getting tired of waiting.” He hissed trying to get away from the deadly blade. “And I want to make her happy. A great promotion.”

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“He's going to fuck it all up.” Jules whispered behind her, shifting into those demonic eyes. “Put that sword through him now.”

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“If I do that, there will be chaos. There will be no going back.” Y/N gulped, fixing her gaze on him.

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“There won't be any turning back anyway.”

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If she finished off Furcas, Abaddon would become suspicious of his absence but if she didn't, he would run to spill everything to her. Of course, the redhead wouldn't take kindly to Y/N's relationship with Wanda.

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“Abaddon's been eager to see how Maximoff's doing... but you're here playing with the little witch.” Furcas moved his tongue in a really disgusting and disturbing way. So much so that it made Y/N wrinkle her nose in disgust. “You were just doing nasty wicked things to her… I love those games. Can I play with her too? ”

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He was the kind of demon you wanted to keep away. Y/N clenched her jaw and fought the urge to cut off his head all at once. The disgusting way he referred to Wanda simply made her blood boil.

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“Shut up, you disgusting creature!” Jules shouted, taking a step forward but Y/N's look made her stop.

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But far from stopping, Furcas continued inciting and provoking them, bursting into manic laughter. “Maybe I’ll just gonna hold her down and enjoy it for a few hours, might even live through it. I’ve got some... anatomical incompatibilities that tend to tear up little girls.”

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That was all she needed to hear to react.

Y/N felt her hand tremble, her eyes widening due to the anger she felt in those moments. As she was invaded by that violent nature, she ended up exploding, taking a step back but stabbing her sword into the demon's chest with enormous violence and strength.

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“No one is going to touch her, I will make sure to destroy anyone who comes near her.” Y/N hissed, baring her fangs.

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Furcas opened his mouth to complain but she plunged the sword even deeper, ending up destroying him. Painful, very painful it must be, the demon's eyes turned red due to the pain and then his chest burned. Y/N watched as Furcas slowly faded into black ashes until he disappeared. It was an action that would have serious consequences and she knew it.

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“There's the answer you needed. Get ready because things are going to get very messy from now on.” Y/N sighed deeply. Jules nodded, watching as the sword disappeared again from Y/N's hand.

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“Go to Abaddon, tell her she's grieving the loss of… I don't know, make something up.” Y/N placed a hand on her forehead, trying to think. Everything happened so damn fast. “Tell her Wanda’s powers are improving a lot, tell her that you think it will be soon but don't say how long. Always remember to show her how weak I feel lately and how powerful she is becoming, make her feel good.”

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Jules nodded quickly, knowing that she would have to give her best performance hoping the Knight wouldn't find out. Y/N turned on her heels, facing Jules and praying to the universe that she could do it. “Don't let her find out.”

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“I'll do it right, trust me.” Sighing and taking courage, the brunette nodded before disappearing from that place in a blink.

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Y/N inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as the breeze moved the leaves of the trees, the scent of sulfur completely disappeared and now she could only smell the linden tree and… there was something else.

Frowning, Y/N's senses caught a familiar scent.

Fuck no.

Y/N turned quickly looking towards the place where that scent came from, exposing her eyes without realizing it.

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“W- what was that?” Kate stammered coming out from behind one of the trees. She looked quite fearful, her hands were shaking. “W-What's wrong with your eyes?”

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Shifting her eyes to her human form, Y/N took a step forward but Kate instantly backed her away. Kate saw it all. “What are you doing here, Kate?”

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“I s-saw you guys walking here a-and I thought you were jog-jogging... I- I wanted to catch up with you-” The archer stammered in fear, backing away so much that she ended up crashing into the nearest tree.

The look of terror in her friend's eyes was like a stab to Y/N's heart in those moments. How could they have been so stupid? They were so focused on Furcas that they hadn't noticed that Kate was after them.

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“What happened to your eyes? What are you? Why did that thing turn into ashes?” The brunette repeated desperately trying to search for the truth. “I thought you were my friend.”

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Seeing Jules disappear was not something that surprised her so much, but seeing how that creature died at the hands of her 'friends' did.

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“Listen to me, Kate.” The demon tried to make the girl calm down, could hear her heart beating desperately. “There are things you don't know... that I will explain to you if you calm down and listen to me. I promise to tell you the whole truth.”

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Seeing her retreat only reaffirmed how scared Kate was and that she wasn't going to see reason. “Please, don't run.”

ㅤㅤㅤ That request only upset the girl even more, especially when Y/N approached again. Frightened, the archer decided to run to save her life.

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“Saying that never works.” Y/N sighed defeatedly.

ㅤㅤㅤ Kate Bishop ran desperately through the trees, following the 'runners' path that were around the compound. Her heart was beating wildly, fearing being caught, fearing for her life. She couldn't believe it, couldn't believe she saw her friends acting that way, that thing disappear among ashes. What were they? They didn't look good at all.

Those eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N shouted after her trying to stop her but it was no use. Desperation played tricks on her, making the archer stumble and fall to the ground in such a way that her knee ended up injured.

Hissing in pain, Kate saw some blood but the pain went away when she saw Y/N suddenly appearing in front of her.

ㅤㅤㅤ Putting her fear aside, Kate stood up ready to fight for her life. She wasn't going to keep running, it seemed pointless anyway.

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“Don't be afraid, I just want to talk with you.” Y/N tried to reason with her but Kate threw the first punch, starting a fight she knew she was going to lose. Kate would never be like that, the demon knew that the archer would always listen to her but right now she was scared.

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Y/N dodged every one of her punches, the demon didn't want to attack her but had no choice but to take advantage. Catching her fist, Y/N forced the girl to turn around grabbing her from behind to stop it. Fear was not only seen in Kate's eyes but also in the demon.

ㅤㅤㅤ She didn't want to hurt the one she now considered her friend. She didn't want to manipulate her. But there was no choice.

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“Kate, please, I don't want to do this.” Y/N whimpered trying to hold her down. Tears formed in Y/N's eyes for the first time, as Kate tried to break free.

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“Let me go!”

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Knowing there was no other option and that Kate didn't seem to understand due to fear, Y/N quickly turned her around to look at those blue eyes. The demon's eyes changed, that strange and terrifying orange that quickly gained the archer's attention. As if she were being deeply hypnotized.

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“Kate, look at me…” Y/N hissed, feeling Kate leave that violent attitude and her body finally let go. Completely stunned, the girl just nodded. “Forget what you saw and go with Yelena. You won't remember any of this.”

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The demon felt enormous sadness for having to do this.

For months she avoided doing something like that with them, with the people she was really starting to care, to love, and Kate was one of them. But she had no choice, they couldn't find out about all this in such an aggressive way. They would think Kate was crazy, maybe Wanda would end up exploding.

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“When my eyes change, you will wake up.” Y/N finished, her eyes going back to normal and so did her friend, who blinked rapidly somewhat confused.

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“Ugh, my head hurts.” Kate complained, feeling that awful migraine but frowned seeing her scraped knee. “Ouch, what happened to my knee?”

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Clearing her throat, the demon approached to help her. She took Kate’s arm so the girl could lean on it. “Me and Jules went for a walk and found you here. You fell and blacked out for a moment.” She lied.

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Kate frowned, a bit confused as she didn't remember it, but understandable if she passed out. Possibly migraine was to blame for that.

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“Thank you, Y/N. I'm glad you were here.” The archer looked into her eyes and smiled tenderly and sincerely grateful, clinging to her arm as they walked together down the path straight to the Compound. “It's the second time you saved me. You're a good friend.”

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Those words broke Y/N's heart, who could only smile sadly and melancholy. How could she have done that to her friend? Who blindly trusted her.

There was no other option. “You are a great friend too, Kate.” She said with a thin voice.

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Her gaze rested on the handle of that door for about ten minutes, thinking about how to begin, what she was going to say. How was she going to do it? Trying to gain courage to do what she had to do, for so long.

Things got out of control, she needed to face the situation.

Y/N cleared her throat and finally knocked on the door, expecting that woman to be gone or to just have to get out of there but when the door finally opened, she sighed.

That was her punishment for all the bad deeds.

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Wanda was in front of her, with a happy smile and an excited look. And all Y/N could say, feeling her heart break, was: “We need to talk.”

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