#Jules is slowly losing it

[paninicupcakke]

Still Yours💣🔪

(OC Bomb voyage journal entry oneshot)

(CW: angst / intoxicated venting / implied missing person)

Location: BLU owned diner

POV: Blu Spy (Jules)

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That pesky Engineer insisted on leaving you behind at the base.

As if he was embarrassed of the very machine he had built.

Regardless, I persisted and brought you with anyways.

I expected the public to stare, so I made myself comfortable in your lap.

I even spiked my milkshake in your honor.

So many judgmental eyes were glued to the both of us.

All gawking and whispering to each other.

I am well adjusted to the civilians ostracism.

Although, I did not expect our colleague’s to join in.

No one spoke to either of us the entire time we were there.

It was an odd blessing in disguise.

Back when you had flesh, those imbeciles would always butt into our conversations.

Now they avoid you like the plague.

I don’t care that you don’t eat food anymore.

I don’t care that your body is no longer warm.

I still want need you by my side.

I still belong to you.

I refuse to stop loving you.

I refuse to believe you ever left.

I know your soul is inside that machine.

All of your past hard work and contributions to this team will not go unnoticed or forgotten.

Clyde DeGroot.

(Some more accurate loadout references for Jules & Clyde)

[wendichester]

｡𖦹°‧ i see you in my dreams,

summary. sam only ever sees you in his dreams

pairing. sam winchester x dreamwalker!reader

wordcount. 464

The first time Sam sees you, it’s in a dream.

He doesn’t realize it at first.

He’s in a library, one that feels half-familiar, the air thick with the scent of old books and something softer—vanilla, maybe, or honey. He’s paging through a tome he’s never seen before, something ancient, Latin scrawled in ink that shifts as he tries to read it.

Then you’re there. Sitting across from him like you’ve been there the whole time.

“You look tired,” you say, tilting your head, studying him with something between amusement and fondness. “Long day?”

Sam frowns. Something about you tugs at his mind, like a word he can’t quite remember.

“I—yeah,” he says slowly. “I guess you could say that.”

You smile, soft, knowing. “Then maybe you should rest.”

The dream fades before he can reply.

It keeps happening.

You show up in different places. A motel room, a roadside diner, the middle of a forest under a sky full of stars. You always greet him like an old friend. You never explain how you got there, or why.

And Sam—he stops questioning it.

Because when you’re there, he feels lighter. He’s spent his whole life carrying too much weight—responsibility, grief, the burden of always being one step from losing the people he loves.

But in these dreams, with you? That weight disappears.

You laugh at his bad jokes. You listen when he talks about things no one else ever asks about. You challenge him, tease him, but there’s warmth in your voice, in your touch when your fingers brush his.

It’s intoxicating.

And maybe that should scare him.

But it doesn’t.

Then one night, everything shifts.

He’s standing in a dimly lit room, something about it making his skin prickle with unease. You’re there, but this time, you’re watching him carefully, your expression unreadable.

“Sam,” you say softly.

Something in your voice makes his stomach twist. “What?”

You hesitate, and for the first time since he’s known you, you look…nervous.

“I need you to wake up.”

Sam blinks. “What?”

Then hands—claws—burst from the shadows behind him, yanking him backward.

His breath rips from his throat as his body jerks—

And suddenly, he’s awake.

Heart hammering. Chest heaving.

Dean is standing over him, gripping his shoulder. “Dude, you good?”

Sam looks around. They’re in a motel. A real one. Not a dream.

But his skin still burns from where he was touched.

And he can still hear your voice, whispering through the back of his mind.

I need you to wake up.

The next time he dreams, he grabs your wrist before you can disappear.

“Who are you?” he demands, voice rough.

Your eyes search his, something like regret flickering there.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask,” you whisper.

And then—

Everything goes black.

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[monacodarling]

Cant stop thinking about how paradoxical Charles and Max are I mean the narrative is there right but

Max growing up in a harsh condition—almost to the breaking point. Wanting nothing but to be the best. Conditioned to be alone. Used to being lonely.

Charles growing up in a loving family. Support from the family, having friends, growing up with different people hes still friends with today.

Max growing up under public scrutiny. Nothing like a famous father whose expectations you have to live up to. You can say he was born to race. That was his sole purpose.

Charles growing up wanting to be the best. The adoration and belief and faith from his family.

Max finally drawing boundaries with his own father. Christian and other people stepping in. Years of understanding. Finally in F1 in Red Bull.

Charles and his grief. One loss after the other. Finally in Ferrari, although a bit too late.

Max and his teammates—Carlos, and Daniel, and Pierre, and Alex, and Sergio. Some people he really start to let in, and be genuine friends. People like Lando start to come in. His demeanor slowly changes as people get to know him who he is and his love for animals.

Charles and his teammates—Seb and Carlos. Seb as someone who’s gotten to know what it’s like living with grief. Grief being a part of you. How much promises and faith weigh you down. Charles is very accessible. Kind and open to people. But he holds most at a distance. Like this is only where you get to only know me. This as far as you can go.

Max, doesn’t care what the public thinks, used to him being painted the villain, as someone who is angry and mad and raw all the time. But proves you can be as hungry and greedy as you can be, and only have a few people at your back. He’s fine with it. He’s used to be alone, he’s genuinely grateful of the people who’s been with him through thick and thin over the years. At the end of the day, he does things for himself. Because if being the best is his purpose in life, to make people happy, then that’s what he’s going to be. And if he’s tired of being the best, he can go because he knows there are people no matter who he is, they’ll be there.

Charles slowly suffering with the burden of the tifosi’s faith, his promise to Jules, his dad, to Anthoine. Charles wanting to be hungry and greedy but can’t stand of losing someone, of people abandoning him. Like I feel the more reckless and desperate he gets, it’s because he’s pushed by his own want. Sometimes what he needs to do and who he needs to be versus who he really is messes up his own vision of what he wants. He needs to be the best because it is a debt to be paid. And as long as it goes unpaid, he ignores the blood, he ignores the pain, he ignores the gnawing loss and sadness because he deserves it. He’s not winning, and he keeps on losing, and he is afraid if he’s unable to win, people will leave him. It’s either he leaves first, or he makes people leave, or in the end, he’s sure that people will leave him. He doesn’t know how to be alone.

Max with the faith in himself.

Charles’s faith of others towards him. Never from himself.

And I think that’s beautiful.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Azris - Say You Won't Let Go

Like sand slipping through his fingers, he can feel their love fading, sliding out of his grasp. He knows he‘s slowly losing him, and all he can do is sit, wait, and hope—hope for a whisper among the stars, a miracle to bring his mate back to him.

After Eris was rescued by Azriel and Cassian, he finds himself in the Night Court. The weight of his loss of control to the Mortal Queen Briallyn and the cruelty of his father threaten crush him. However, it is his mate who finds him and…

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[rcveriees]

episode one ; certified pr nightmare (🏁)

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the backstage room was dimly lit, hours had passed and the entire event was over. hours of conversation with journalists, sponsors, VIP members, and team members had definitely taken a toll on you. there was the soft lighting and the quiet buzz of equipment being packed away.

you were glad the day was finally over, this event took everything from you not to lose your mind over the tiniest of things.

it’s a miracle you didn’t explode in front of the cameras — hell, in front of anyone for that matter —

the door creaked from behind you and you immediately knew exactly who it was.

“nice show you put out there, teammate.” sukuna drawled on, his voice full of mockery. “didn’t think you’d actually bite.”

you scowled, brows furrowing as you spun to look at him, face to face. “what the fuck is your problem, sukuna? you never grew up, did ya? couldn’t go one fucking interview without being childish, huh?”

sukuna simply shrugged, leaning against the wall as he scrolled through his phone, looking up for a split second before looking back at his phone. “truth woulda’ slipped out anyway. people had to know how ‘fun’ you are to work with.”

“you’re a joke.” you scoffed, stepping closer. “i have been putting up with you and your contestant ego trips for years, sukuna. one little comment won’t fuck with my head like it did years ago.”

he chuckled. chuckled. had the audacity to chuckle. “you’re a fuckin’ control freak, teammate.”

you lost it over that comment, scoffing loudly. “control freak? seriously?” crossing your arms over your chest, you continued. “i care about doing things correctly and not as some hotheaded maniac.”

sukuna straightened his posture, grin faltering ever so slightly. “hot headed? that’s rich coming from someone who threw her stuff all over just because of some comment. you’re the hotheaded childish one. trust me, sweetheart.”

before you could come up with some snarky remark, your team manager walked into your conversation, head shaking. “you two. we need to talk. now.”

sukuna mock pouted, his bottom lip quivering, “aw, boss, what did we do?”

your guys’ principal could’ve turned a man to stone with that glare. “you two are supposed to be teammates, and yet you’re acting like overgrown children. you two need to understand how to work together or else you’ll both find yourself replaced in the span of a millisecond.”

wow, he really took things seriously. how much you were missing suguru and your old team principal.

you nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat. you weren’t going to risk your career to continue playing pretend war with sukuna. no way.

sukuna mock saluted, he was used to the threats he was given by the principal. these threats were all he’s heard after every scandal these past years, and look, he’s still here.

you watched sukuna walk off, that cocky swagger making your blood boil. the season had yet to start, and yet here you were, already counting the days until the season was over.

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— honeh you got a big storm coming 😂🤷‍♂️

— honestlyyy the amount of rewriting and replanning for this chapter was??? ugh i forgot how much fun it is to make smaus

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[another-lost-mc]

a/n: cross-posted from my main. this was inspired by jules who casually dropped by my ask box and suggested this.

➤ thinking about: domming lucifer for the first time

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"How does it feel?" You try not to squirm too much despite the sensation of Lucifer's cock splitting you open and filling you so perfectly. His chest is slick with sweat beneath your palms and you can't help but admire his expression. His dark, crimson eyes flicker back and forth between your face and the space between your legs. He trembles at your touch and his cock is engulfed by your warm, tight heat.

"It feels—" his eyes flutter for a moment, and he swallows before trying again. "It feels good."

"You're perfect like this. You're doing so well for me." His cock twitches inside you as your praise washes over him. "I'll take care of you, my love."

His hands are clenched in his sheets, knuckles ghost-white as he resists the urge to take control back from you. He was the one who asked for this to begin with. He believed you when you promised he would like it—you've never disappointed him. He trusts you to give him what he needs, even though you've denied him the friction he craves. You've give him other sensations to distract him, intimate touches he used to take for granted until now: the soft glide of your fingers through his hair, gentle kisses against his neck and chest.

Maybe later he'll feel ashamed by the pitiful whimpers and pleas that spilled from his lips. Right now, all he wants is more. "I need you," he whispers, voice cracking. He swallows thickly and looks away as embarrassment colours his cheeks. "Please."

Next time you'll draw this out longer, but for now, it seems you're both craving more. "Slowly," you murmur out loud, a reminder for both your sakes, when you finally start to roll your hips. Your voice is a little breathless and betrays your own slipping composure. "Can you feel how much I want you?" You grow still above him when he doesn't respond; you move again, a little faster, once he nods his head against his pillow with a whimpered, uh-huh.

The soft vice of your walls squeeze him gently with each shallow thrust, each slow, sexy glide as you raise yourself up to the tip of his cock before sliding back down to the hilt. The room fills with the sounds of your shuttered breaths, his deep, desperate groans, and the squelching wet sounds of your body gripping around his cock as you move. You lean forward and lick a stripe up the exposed column of his throat, pale and bared to you when he tips his head back. You start to move just a faster and you smile against his skin when he shivers.

He exhales sharply and whispers a breathy, "Oh, fuck yes, please—" His hips jerk suddenly and you brace yourself against him to keep from losing your balance. "I'm sorry," he whimpers, watery lashes fanning his cheeks when his eyes widen slightly. "You feel so good, I can't help it."

[mauvecherie-writes]

tell me what you want: j.koundé

pairing: jules koundé x black!fem reader.

warning: 18+ heavy touching and kissing, suggestive language, no distinctive descriptors for reader but they are BLACK.

summary: your birthday is quickly approaching and jules just wants you to tell him what you want.

w.c: 717.

notes: i saw this tiktok and i thought it was the cutest thing ever and i thought why not make it into a scenario with one of my fav footie boys. so this is something short and sweet to get those juices flowing! much love! This is not edited.

tags: @queenshikongo3 @hopefulromantic1 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @hersinsarescarlet @felicity-x0 @serpenttines-library [ask to be tagged for jules]

Driving through the streets of your hometown has never felt so good.

The sun high in the sky, a soft breeze in the air coming through your open windows as your boyfriend drove.

Nothing was better than this.

“Bébé.” The French twang in his raspy voice had your thighs clenching. From the moment you met, his voice was your weakness and that will forever be the same.

“Yes baby.” You say as you turn to look at him. His hair in its usual thick twists, moustache and goatee trimmed perfectly. The sun hitting his skin, making it look perfectly golden. Your boyfriend was beautiful and you appreciated that beauty with every glance.

“Tell me what you want for your birthday.” He asked with a slight smirk playing on his lips. Those perfect lips, soft and plump lightly moving as he chewed on his gum.

But the question had your eyes widening a bit. You’ve only been together for a few years and with each passing birthday, that question always seems to bewilder you. The type of person that you are was one to never ask for anything, most of the time Jules would have to ask your closest friends or sneak into your online shopping baskets to gift you something worth while.

This time, he wasn’t going to a take a simple “I don’t know” from you.

“What?”

“C’mon. Tell me what you want for your birthday.” The smirk was still on his face as he quickly turned his head to look at you.

You could feel your cheeks warming from the way that he was staring at you.

“What’s my budget?” You jokingly quirked.

“Unlimited. Now, tell me.”

“What if I said I wanted a house?”

“Then I’d get you a house.” His matter-of-factly tone caused to giggle.

“You’re actually serious about this?” You asked as the car came to a slow stop.

“Just rub on my thigh, like the magic genie, I’ll grant you anything mon cœur.” You giggled as you leaned across the console and with one hand on the inner of his thigh and the other to pull his face towards yours by his chin.

He licked his lips as he quickly glanced down at yours before meeting your eyes.

“Since you want to know so much let me tell you.”

“Mhm, tell me bébé.” He nodded with his head still in your palm. You leaned forwards and traced your lips with his.

“I want you.” You whispered before placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Mhm.”

“With me.” Another kiss on the other side of his mouth.

“Just the two of us on a yacht.” You pick his bottom lip which causes him to groan. “With all my favourite things.”

“Which are?”

“I’ll send you the list.”

“And then what will we do on this yacht?”

“And then you fuck me until I can’t breathe and walk.” You breathed those last words into his mouth before he groaned once more and took a hold of the back of your neck and pulled you close.

“Genie grants your wish.” He murmured before you watched his eyes go dark. You let go of his chin the minute his other hand comes to the front of your neck.

You whimpered softly as he kissed you slowly and deep. He swallowed every sound that you made as he pressed his lips harder into yours. Shifting out of your seat, you had to restrain yourself as you could feel your body wanting to lunge into his lap. Losing yourself, your hands cupped his dick through his shorts and began to rub.

Jules slid his fingers through your braids and pulled at the roots. He pulled your head away causing you to gasp. He was always in command and you loved it that way. Jules trailed his lips down the valley of your neck until he reached the hemline of your dress.

“Let’s get this food so we can go back to your place and we can start practising what I’ll do to you on boat.” He whispered into your skin as his teeth softly grazed your skin.

You squealed as your thighs squeezed together. “Are you gonna give me anything that I want?”

“As long as you tell me what you want mon cœur.”

[wandabear]

CHEERFUL OBLIVION - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER (CHAPTER TWO)

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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

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

Jules/Stolas is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Although they sometimes had dinner with the Avengers, they always had a special moment together. Wednesdays and Fridays were their 'special days just for two'.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Missions have been difficult but nothing that endangered her friends. Friends, this is how Wanda was beginning to see the people around her. They were no longer the 'avengers', Nat, Kate, Y/N, Jules, Yelena, Clint, each and every one of them cared about her.  And she cared about them too.

Slowly the brunette began to come out of that bubble, feeling less hurt and finally accepting the loss to begin to heal.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Unlike Wanda, the one who was beginning to have serious trouble was Y/N, whose confusion and guilt was slowly devouring her from the inside.

How could she have a friendship with someone she had to betray sooner or later? How many times had Abaddon say that she shouldn't come near Wanda?

Thousands of times in thousands of years Y/N ran away from this type of relationship and now, as if it was like magic, Wanda made her feel so… comfortable. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Wanda made her smile genuinely. Wanda made her try harder, Wanda worried her. Wanda. Wanda. Wanda. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ  It was disgusting!

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Now she not only had to deal with lying to Abaddon, saying that the Sokovian was getting closer and closer to breaking down, but she had to lie to Wanda who was beginning to blindly trust her. Just like the other Avengers, who already trusted her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Steve did it, the man was honest and always repeated that Y/N was a great agent. Bucky said the same thing, maybe he was closer to Y/N than Steve.  He was trying to make amends for his past too, so he understood how to trust but also how to understand other people's mistakes. Natasha and Yelena trusted her enough to have her as their right hand on missions. Kate seemed to be glued all day to Jules, looking like two dumb twins separated at birth.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Everything was starting to get too personal and that tormented Y/N.

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“Good! But you have to improve more in your defense, okay?” Natasha said as she took Jules hand, helping  get up from the mat.The brunette smiled and just nodded quickly and walked over to Y/N, who was looking at her in confusion. Totally surprised that Natasha was the winner.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ “Did you let her win? There's no way she could beat you that way.” Y/N whispered, looking at Jules who was still blushing and smiling.  How was it possible for a demon to be defeated by a simple powerless agent?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Jules smiled mischievously and wiped the sweat with a towel. “Dude, I had Natasha Romanoff top on me for a few seconds, that's enough gain. I don’t mind losing.” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Y/N's face said it all.

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Maybe it wasn't just her who was getting too involved in all of this. Jules seemed to quickly get used to them, to… being an agent.  Just a ‘human being’.

How could Stolas forget where she came from? She was an ancient demon, respected as a Prince of Hell.  Demon Prince of the Day.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Now she let herself be beaten and rubbed by a simple human.

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The bile rose as high as the anger, perhaps because she was projecting her own frustrations and fears onto Jules. But those thoughts disappeared when the Russian caught their attention again.

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“Wanda and Y/N.”  Nat pointed at them. “Let's see what you have.” ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Sighing, Y/N watched as Wanda nodded and stood on the mat. The demon did the same, perhaps a little embarrassed knowing that she was going to defeat Wanda in the blink of an eye.

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“Come on, go first.” Y/N said perhaps too smug, as if she were doing the girl a favor. The demon threw a punch into the air so slowly that she knew Wanda could easily dodge it, but instead of dodging it, the Sokovian grabbed her arm, forcing Y/N to fall to the ground hard.

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Y/N stood up from the mat and looked at her in surprise.

She tried to go for her one more time but Wanda made her fall again, not just once but twice more. She wasn't even using her powers.

In the third time, the Sokovian ended up sitting on her belly preventing Y/N from moving in a key aikido technique.

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“I’m sorry.” Wanda asked worriedly, blushing quite a bit as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face.  “Are you okay?”

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“I-I’m fine. Yeah.” Surprised, agitated and a little blushing too, Y/N nodded trying to catch her breath. Noticing the position they were in, Wanda quickly stood up.

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“That was great, Wanda!” Natasha clapped her hands proudly, quite surprised that the Sokovian finally fought back. 

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Somewhat embarrassed, Y/N walked away towards Jules who was waiting for her with a bottle of water and a towel.

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“You let her win too?” Jules asked curiously but Y/N just threw the towel at her face.

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“Shut up!” Y/N growled and walked away from the gym so she could clear her head. Of course Wanda noticed Y/N's annoyance but she didn't say anything. Perhaps she blamed the agent’s damaged ego.

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After about two or three  hours running around the lake, Y/N decided to come back and take a long shower. All afternoon trying to think of something else, but Wanda seemed to remain, like a curse, not letting her go.

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The demon tried to avoid the places where the sokovian usually was, she finally entered her room and leaned against the door, sighing.

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“Are you OK? I've noticed that you're a little upset.” Jules' voice made her jump.

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The brunette was in bed, with a towel on her head, watching some kind of animated series and eating some chips.

It was pretty funny, and Y/N would laugh all night if she weren't so upset.

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Frowning, she asked herself what could be worse? She had to talk to someone to understand what was happening, right? Couldn't tell anyone that she was a demon, feeling confused about a girl. Talking to Stolas was better than nothing.

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“Yeah… it’s just… Can we talk?” Y/N licked her lips and sat on the bed, next to Jules.

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“Sure, about what?”  The dark haired girl sat down, leaving the chips aside so Y/N could take some.

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Taking a moment to think through her words, Y/N fixed her gaze on her friend's brown eyes. “What are you doing? I mean, what are we doing here?” 

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What was she doing in this place? Making friends, eating, doing missions to save people.

She had been making the work of people like the Avengers worse for millennia, and now she was working for them. And she did it gladly.

She was watching Wanda’s back when she hated that girl her entire life, having to 'protect' her, now Y/N was beginning to feel affection for Wanda even though she always avoided it.

Everything was so confusing!

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Of course that's what she meant, but Jules simply smiled tenderly and pointed to her Stark tablet.

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“What am I doing? I'm watching this thing… I’m really into this anime called 'Demon Slayer'. It’s so good! Do you wanna watch it with me?”

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Oh, awfully innocent. Silence. A tense silence formed between them.

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Blinking in complete shock, Y/N stared at the brunette trying to understand if it was a joke. She was trying to talk about something important and Stolas was just... talking about watching TV.

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“I don't mean that… Wait, you’re watching this… ‘anime’ about how they hunt demons… And you are a demon?” Y/N narrowed her eyes trying to understand it, and of course trying not to sound sarcastic. Seeing how Jules nodded excitedly, Y/N just shook her head. “You’re really something…”

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“Oh! Thank you.” Jules smiled proudly, thinking it was a real compliment.

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She couldn't even tell the difference between damn sarcasm, Y/N just got even angrier.

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“Ugh, I can’t talk to you!”  Y/N exclaimed in annoyance and stood up to leave the room, leaving her friend confused, but Jules just shrugged.

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Walking with some haste and enough annoyance to make many agents walk away when they saw her, Y/N arrived at the dining room where she saw Kate Bishop sitting in front of the window enjoying a pizza with her dog, Lucky.

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“Bishop!” Y/N exclaimed loudly, pointing at her. “I have to talk to you!” 

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Sitting in front of Kate, the demon surprised the archer who opened her eyes wide, stammering. “Umh, I thought you hated me but okay!”

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“We need to talk.” Y/N sighed. “You look like an irresponsible child who takes risks and puts yourself in danger, but trustworthy enough to hear what I have to say.”

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“Wow… Okay! Sharp but sincere, tell me what you want to talk about.” Kate looked at her curiously, inviting her to have a slice of pizza but Y/N shook her head.

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Lucky watched the demon for a long time, as if he knew she was up to no good, but never attacked or growled at her. Maybe because she hadn't done anything wrong yet, but even so, he remained alert.

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 “I've been feeling... strange.”  Y/N started a little awkwardly, she cleared her throat without knowing how to express herself very well.

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“Like what…?” The archer narrowed her eyes, Lucky decided to go to sleep on the couch, leaving them alone.

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“About Wanda…” Y/N gulped, a little nervously.  “I've been feeling different when I’m with her. I wanted to talk to Jules about it but she's not... she's not THE person... she's not even a person most of the time.” She complained, pinching the bridge of her nose.

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“Wanda? Oh!” Kate's eyes widened, realizing what it was all about.  “About love, well I'm not an expert...”

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“It's not about love, of course not!” The demon cut her off, shaking her head. How could it be about love? Maybe this girl perhaps wasn't as insightful as she seemed. Maybe she should have talked to Barnes.

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“What do you feel specifically?” The brunette asked as she drank some soda, noting that it was the first time she had seen Y/N so nervous and worried. The woman always seemed so tough and badass.  “Without you looking at me as if you wanted to kill me with your gaze.”

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Frowning, Y/N thought about getting up and leaving but little by little that hard and serious expression began to relax. Kate was just trying to help her.

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“Today, when we spar together, she made me fall… And at first I felt so angry. Ugh!” She clenched her jaw, couldn't believe it. Just remembering it made her blood boil.  “I mean, no one has ever brought me down in my life. And it is a very long life, Kate!”

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She stood up from her seat, slamming the table and making Kate jump.

The archer didn't say anything, just watched as Y/N paced back and forth like a caged beast.

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“But she managed to make me stumble and fall easily, that made me feel so upset.” Y/N shook her head.  “But then that went away fast and I felt so proud… then I felt worried. So many feelings! How can you get them all at once?!”

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She stared out the glass window. The colors in the sky were fascinating and disturbing.

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“I could have hurt her.” Y/N murmured worriedly. She finally blurted out what was really worrying her.

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Kate sighed. “But you didn’t.”

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“But I could.” Suddenly Y/N turned to see Kate, who was looking at her with some tenderness. Why was the archer looking at her with that tender look?

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“She’s enhanced.”  Kate tried to calm her down and make her understand, not realizing there was something deeper going on.

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“And I am-…” Y/N was going to keep going but stopped. A demon.

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She was a demon, she was much more powerful, but Kate couldn't know that. How could Y/N be so stupid to almost let it out?   “A simple agent, I know.”

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Y/N looked down.

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“I didn't mean that.” Kate quickly apologized, embarrassed. She didn't want to break the progress she finally had with Y/N.

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“I know.”  Y/N she sighed deeply, sitting back down. “But I worry… and that’s the deal, I never worry about anyone. She's my friend, but I don't feel like... a friend.”

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Kate was about to say something and paused for a few seconds, wondering if it was the right thing to say, but Y/N sought her out because of her sincerity, she had to honor that.

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“Maybe you're falling in love... What's wrong with that?”  The archer shrugged, noticing how Y/N opened her eyes so wide that she thought they would pop out of their place.

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“You don't get it, can’t be ‘love’. That's not possible!” The demon exclaimed in fear. That would be the worst thing that could happen to her.

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“Why not?” Kate looked at her confused. “It's not bad to feel love for someone. Are you homophobic or something?”

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Those words made Y/N laugh so bad and so real that Kate was even more surprised. How could she be homophobic? She was a demon! She had always been with women, she had always preferred them but not to love.

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“Of course not!” Y/N quickly defended herself.  “I love women, I just…”

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Y/N swallowed, noticing how Kate was waiting to hear more.

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“I just… can’t.” Y/N mumbled. “I didn't think I could be capable. That's going against everything I know, It's dangerous… you don't understand. It's not like you and Yelena. I wasn't made for this.”

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After that, both of them were silent for a moment. Kate considered it necessary because Y/N seemed quite shocked at that news.

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“What am I going to do now?” Y/N whispered to herself. “If I am in love with her…”

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“You should tell her.” Kate pursed her lips, but when Y/N stood up from her seat she did the same. “Thank you for trusting me with this. I didn't think you liked me…”

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“I do.” Y/N was trying to deal with everything at once. She sighed deeply, trying to focus on Kate.  “I'm not used to being grateful or being close to people.”

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‘You're a good person and I'm not, not even a person. I just wanted to use you to go unnoticed.’ She thought.

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Y/N gulped, after an awkward silence she was brave enough to break it. “Thank you, Kate.”

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Y/N extended her hand to shake it with the archer's. Surprised, Kate nodded and shook her hand.  

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“Would you like to jog with us? Tomorrow. Jules and I we used to do it, then we'll go get some lunch, maybe pizza.”

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Kate giggled, but was grateful for the invitation. “Is that healthy?” 

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“Does it matter?” Finally Y/N smiled and shrugged, for the first time she was genuine with her.

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“Yeah, I- I'd like to.” Feeling endless emotions, Kate recognized that she felt happy and excited to share something with 'new friends' like Y/N and Jules. She didn't know anyone but her girlfriend Yelena in that place, and Clint was always with his family. It was normal for the archer to feel alone.

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“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N nodded and turned to leave, now she needed some time to think about everything.

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Once she got far enough away, her face changed from a happy one to a worried one.

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But even though Kate advised her to tell Wanda about those feelings, Y/N decided it was best to walk away.

Her job was to ‘watch’ her and nothing more, she didn't have to interfere in the sokovian’s life and change everything. Why didn't she listen to Abaddon?

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The demon complained over and over again, especially when she felt that strange anguished feeling in her chest when she missed Wanda. Thinking about her or avoiding her was driving Y/N crazy. Is this how humans felt?

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Y/N looked at her watch and then quickened the pace. Didn't have much time if she wanted to get to the gym before Wanda did, maybe she could spar with Jules or Kate before the Sokovian arrived.

But when she turned into the hallway, ended up colliding with a brunette who seemed to be waiting for her.

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‘Fuck’ Y/N thought.

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Well, she knew that was going to happen at some point, but didn't expect it to be so soon. The woman was evading Wanda for so many days and she was lucky, but she wasn't going to be able to evade her forever.

Y/N stopped attending their dinners, besides not sparring at the same time. Even signed up for more missions just to not see her but she was just there.

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“Hey.” Wanda whispered, looking up.  She started playing with her rings a little nervously.

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“Hey.” Y/N murmured, scratching her neck, thinking of some quick excuse to run away.

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“Are you going to spar?” Wanda asked just to make some small talk, since the moment seemed pretty awkward. Y/N was going to answer but Wanda stopped her:  “I haven't seen you for some nights. I feel like you're avoiding me.”

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‘Tell her the truth, don't gaslight her.’

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“Did I do something to upset you, Y/N?” The sokovian gulped at Y/N's guilty silence.  “Have I done something wrong?”

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But Y/N stayed quiet, not knowing what to say or do.

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‘Say something, say it’s not true!’ Y/N thought.

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“No, Wanda, of course not.” Her lips began to move but she couldn't say anything coherent.  She had never felt so uncomfortable and sad. “It’s just…”

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‘It's just that I'm made to make you suffer.’ She thought again.

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Smiling sadly, Wanda just looked down. “I’m boring, right?” 

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‘Oh, don't be such an idiot to make her believe that!’

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“What? No! Of course not!” Y/N exclaimed quickly, begging for Wanda to believe her, to look up and see her eyes to notice that she was telling the truth. “It's not your fault, Wands, it's actually my fault…”

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Without understanding what she meant, Wanda tilted her head.

Y/N just sighed and took Wanda’s hand to lead her to a more intimate place, leaving together to the nearest terrace.

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“I just haven't been feeling well lately.” Y/N licked her lips nervously, wondering if it was really a good time to tell the truth.

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“What's going on? What is it? I’m worried.” Wanda put her sadness aside to feel worried, even taking a step forward to look into Y/N’s eyes.

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“I don't want to make things worse.” Y/N pursed her lips, not knowing how to begin.

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‘Too late, you already have since you got involved with her.’

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“Please, maybe I can help you.” Wanda tried, taking her hand.

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That adorable and simple gesture just made Y/N open her eyes big in surprise. Feeling the warmth of Wanda's fingers intertwined with hers, it was so new, overwhelming and welcoming. A gesture so gentle, she could have sworn her eyes watered.

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“I’ve been feeling a little different around you.” The demon finally opened up, leaving her ‘head’ aside and speaking from 'the heart'. One that she never had, one that had been dry for so long but apparently was beginning to beat.  

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Wanda frowned, still not understanding.

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“Wanda… I think… I like you, a little. I do… like you.” Y/N whispered. Despite her babbling, it felt so much better to be able to let go. “And that is causing this big confusion inside me.”

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The demon looked for some answer in Wanda's eyes, trying to see if she was angry, or if maybe if she reciprocated those feelings.

Maybe expecting the witch to smile and say something cute but Wanda just opened those huge eyes, surprised.

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“Oh.”  That was all that left Wanda’s lips.  Y/N wasn't ready to hear what was next.

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“I thought we were just friends.” Wanda finished not only those words, but also the demon's dry heart.

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Quiet and sorrowful, Y/N didn't know how to proceed. Her head was beginning to scream so loud; escape, scream at her, kill her, run away, say everything is fine.

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“You didn't… You don't feel the same.” Y/N frowned at her in confusion, feeling like a complete idiot. “I thought that-”

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Wanda's look so embarrassed only caused Y/N's heart to be engulfed by a huge invisible awful beast.

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She didn't say anything, just looked down at those rings. Y/N could hear her heart racing, possibly because of the shame the witch felt.

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How could she have confused everything? Fucking Kate! She said that-

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No, she didn't say anything. It was all coming from Y/N's head. It was all Y/N’s own fault, and it weighed heavily on her chest. Anguish was beginning to close her throat, never felt so stupid.

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The demon broke something so important to both of them, without even meaning to.  Anyway, she was meant to hurt her, right?

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“Okay. This is awkward.” Y/N laughed wryly, shaking her head. She took a few steps back, not even able to see Wanda.

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Wanda, who seemed totally shocked and surprised. Who didn't know how to react to such a confession, much less from someone she considered a friend. Y/N dared to break their bond, one that was not easy to build.

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“I-I'm sorry, I-. I have to go.” Wanda murmured nervously and turned to leave quickly, without even hearing the last words of who she considered her friend.

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“Yeah, sure.” 

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The demon stood there, simply staring into nothingness. So many mixed feelings, that she didn't even know which one to follow.

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Get angry. Go get her. Burn it all down. Don’t let her go. Tell her you care. Kill them all.

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Any other time, you would have done it, you would have killed everyone. But Y/N just sighed and decided to go back to her room.

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“So, how is she doing?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Abaddon's voice brought Y/N back to her senses.

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They both walked through the red and warm soil of that place, a beautiful as well as dangerous place. Tanzania was an amazing, beautiful, wild place.

Sometimes it was nice to have those powers, to be able to appear wherever you want. Only the fallen could use them as they pleased, of course. Wings weren't for everyone.

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Abaddon invited Y/N to follow her, she was wearing the outfit of a Serengeti National Park worker, possibly stolen from what must now be a corpse.

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 “Our lucky girl. I've seen some videos on the internet about her, she’s powerful, not as much as I expected but that's good.” The redhead sighed as she searched for something in the grass.

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“She’s okay.” Y/N sighed watching the sunset in that reserve, she had never seen a sunset like that. This world kept surprising her in incredible ways.  “I mean, she's grieving her loss but nothing-”

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The sound of birds flapping their wings made Y/N blink, now showing her demon eyes.

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“...that indicates it's time.” Abaddon cut her off, turning to look at her. Her eyes stopped being blue and turned an angry red, dangerous and deadly. Like those of the black mamba that watched them furiously from a rock. “I've heard you say it before,  I'm tired of that excuse. You have to make sure she suffers!” 

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Y/N swallowed.

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As the sun set, the warmth of the place faded and the cold began to be felt, which neither of them was affected by.

The crickets stopped, as if they knew a more dangerous predator was nearby.

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“Why are we here?” Y/N tried to avoid that talk, looking around.

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“Every twenty-three years I like to visit this place. I like to spill some blood.” Abaddon smiled in a creepy way, walking straight towards the Black Mamba who looked furious. “A little chat with a warlord, a little of this, a little of that… I'm not the Horseman of War but I like to make trouble.”

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The snake positioned itself ready to attack but the demon was faster, grabbing its neck tightly. The black mamba opened her mouth, trying to free itself but it was impossible. It was next to another more powerful predator, a much more cruel and vengeful one.

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“But I also like to make certain friends like this one, then I visit some people… we play a bit. I love wicked games.”  She hissed naughtily.

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Y/N pursed her lips when she heard that.

She knew that Abbadon was much more perverse and evil, possibly what she would do with that snake was much darker than she imagined.

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“So, Leviathan, I need you to do your job and MAKE HER SUFFER! Kill her best friend, kill her fucking dog, get rid of everything Maximoff loves!”  Abaddon screamed and squeezed the snake so hard that Y/N was afraid she would kill it. But Y/N knew that the redhead was doing it on purpose. Y/N was a snake, she knew how much she respected them. It was a clear offense and if ‘Leviathan’ reacted, everything would get worse. 

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Maybe another demon would ‘take care’ of Wanda, and make even more chaos.

Through clenched teeth, the higher demon hissed: “I want to see her desolate and collapsed!”

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Don’t say anything. Don't react. Don't think about the snake.

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“I will.” barely said with a thin voice.

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“Good girl!” Abaddon smiled and finally released the snake, letting it go. That black mamba escaped, sliding quickly through the grass. “The girl is a caterpillar under our shoes, right now of course, but when she finally hatches… she will break free like a butterfly. A very powerful, hurt and naive one… one that we can manipulate.” 

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Y/N nodded, like a good soldier. “And that's when our victory will be guaranteed.”

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Pleased to see that Y/N understood, the redhead tilted her head to play with her a little.

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“We never told you but we found the book thanks to you, so many years ago. Thanks to you we found the Darkhold.” Abaddon narrowed her eyes. “It was buried in the darkest depths of this Earth, much deeper than the Mariana Trench. And you brought us that information thirty years ago...”

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Oh no. It couldn't be true. That couldn't mean anything more than… everything that would happen from now on was her fault, everything they decided to do with Wanda… It was thanks to her.

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“Without you... she couldn't have that destiny. You‘re her savior and her executioner.” Abaddon finished clicking her tongue.

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The best Y/N could do was smile, trying to look proud but terror could be seen in her eyes even though she didn't want to. She had to think of something, she had to pick a side.

Well, Wanda rejected her. Maybe thinking about it the decision could be easier, thinking about the anger she felt and the frustration of being rejected as a simple vermin.

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“Be sure to let me know if there are any changes. Chton is very pleased with your work.” She slowly approached Y/N, watching her a bit flirtatiously but only squeezed her cheek, as if she were a wild child.

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She was just humiliating the snake, once again.

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“Can I really know what you need her for?” Y/N asked in a low voice, hoping the redhead wouldn't take her question the wrong way. Abaddon was too explosive, she could take a simple question the wrong way.

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The stinging silence and sharp gaze from the knight of Hell made Y/N shift uncomfortably. Seconds in which the demon thought it could end badly, until Abaddon spoke.

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“The Scarlet Witch will be in charge of destroying all our enemies, unleashing her chaos magic... finally freeing Chton and tying this entire world and every reality to her whim. Not just one world, but all of them will be ours.”  The demon's eyes lit up just thinking about it. A glorious plan for their entire species that would eventually dominate not just one but all realities.

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Although a genuine smile was born on Y/N's lips just thinking about it, she couldn't deny that her instincts were still there, she was a chaos demon and always would be.  But slowly that smile faded as she thought about how awful that could be for humans. Or rather, for those she considered worthy of saving.

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Suddenly in her mind came the image of Natasha, Kate, Yelena and everyone she considered 'good'.

Where would they go? What would happen to them?

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Gulping, Y/N felt guilty.

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“Do you think they will allow it?” She looked up for a moment, referring to the tenth realm. Angels.  “They are warriors trained to stop that, they will come for her first if they find out. They wouldn't let anything happen to humans, now they have help from other realms, like Asgard. They act stupid with big threats but this is… much bigger.”

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“I wouldn't worry about that.” Abaddon arched an eyebrow. “We have someone inside, they're busy with something else. They are waiting for the moment, it is inevitable. It’s them or us, and the truth is that they don't care in the least about all these monkeys. Gods would sacrifice this world without hesitation to save others.”

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Both began to walk together through the grass, Y/N couldn't believe what she heard. Everything was ready and at the same time no one had any idea what was happening around them.

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“So this Earth-” Y/N sighed, looking around, thinking how beautiful and dangerous that night was and could disappear someday. The animals that sought refuge in the night, and the macabre and charming laughter of the hyenas. 

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“Will be doomed, like the rest.” The red eyed demon nodded.  “You see, all these heroes like 'avengers vs villains' efforts… it's just halftime at the Superbowl. They're just wasting their time, they're all doomed from the moment the Earth started spinning around.”

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The redhead looked at a bonfire in the distance, happy to finally get to where she needed to be.

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“I see.” Y/N murmured, stopping and watching as Abaddon kept walking.

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“You are one of the few who knows.” Abaddon turned to look at her, this time it wasn't just a threat. “Don't let him down.”

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The demon didn't say anything other than nod her head, watching as the redhead walked away slowly.

A few minutes later, Y/N heard in the distance screams of pain and terror as well as gunshots. Several people were screaming in horror, some begging for mercy and others simply dying with honor.

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Sighing, Y/N disappeared from that place to appear on the outskirts of the Compound. Perhaps the best thing that could have happened to her is that Wanda walked away from her, but it had to be so painful?

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“What? You like Wanda?!” Surprised, Jules was still at her side carrying some bags as they walked towards the hangar. The mission before them did not seem to be easy at all, but there was nothing better than a good deadly mission to forget about everything.  “You told her that you liked her and she did what?!” 

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Smacking Jules on the back of the head, Y/N glared at her in a deadly way to make her shut up. Although it was understandable, the brunette couldn't even begin to comprehend the magnitude of it all.

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“Yes. Don't say anything, I have enough with myself.” Y/N muttered, quite annoyed, could see on her face that she hadn't rested well, especially after everything Abaddon said.

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Now she was forced to make Wanda suffer, even if it hurt her deeply.

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“I'm going to kill the bitch.” Jules grunted, dropping the bags into the quinjet.

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“You can’t do that.”  Y/N wrinkled her nose.

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“I can't do that but I would if it made you feel better.”  The brunette demon pouted a little and then shrugged. Y/N smiled slightly, felt some tenderness that Stolas tried to 'defend' her. She left her bag on the quinjet, heading back out of the plane.

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“And then Abaddon asked you to hurt her deeply.” She sighed, noticing the worry on Y/N's face. “Well, at least your job will be less difficult now.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Y/N snorted. “You think?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Jules sighed, despite her evil nature, she had to be honest with her. “No, I think it will be worse, and I don't even know why.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

None of them could say anything more than accept the harsh reality, they were made for that. It was their mission, although they began to doubt in silence. But a voice out of nowhere  made them both turn around quickly, surprised to see that person in front of them.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“Hi.” Wanda said with a small awkward smile as she played with her fingers. For days Wanda had been completely avoiding Y/N and now she was just there. “Can we talk?” 

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“Hey.” Y/N frowned so confused.  Those big green eyes left her speechless, Wanda looked like an adorable puppy.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“Oh! yeah! I remembered that I have to find Kate for... something… can’t remember what… bye!” Smiling widely, Jules quickly left, leaving them alone.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

The awkward silence and nervous glances reigned for a few seconds until one of the two was brave enough to end it.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I'm sorry.” Y/N began, sighing heavily. The demon just  looked around, noticing that Nat was approaching the Quinjet but after seeing them, she decided to quickly walk away, meeting Jules and taking her hand to leave the place.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Y/N thought of a million things to say, telling her that she didn't even want to see her anymore,  thought of telling Wanda that she had never cared about her anyway.

But she decided to speak with what she least expected. Her old, inexperienced heart. 

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I shouldn't have gone further, I shouldn't have broken our friendship. I know what it meant to you, because it meant something important to me too.” Swallowing, Y/N felt an enormous weight leave her body and that was being able to tell the truth. Felt incredibly liberating.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“To be honest? I don't know what I'm doing.”  They both began to walk together, away from the hangar. The smell of the freshly cut grass and the beautiful sunset on the horizon was enchanting. The sun and the moon so near and so far; like that little bit of light sinking into the darkness of the night.  “I've never felt like this.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Wanda didn't say anything, just watched her thoughtfully, allowing Y/N to express herself first.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Wanda, it's the first time it happened to me.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

That made the sokovian frown curiously, looking at her gaze to see the truth. Oh, she wished she could read Y/N’s mind right now but she was also grateful she couldn't.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“Have you never been attracted to anyone?” The brunette asked, that thick sokovian accent showing through, making it more charming. Making the demon fall in love a little more.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“No.” Y/N answered honestly, one of the few times in her life admitting something so important. Something impossible. “Never.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Unable to believe it, a small smile tried to form at the corner of those lips. “Why me?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I wish I knew that.” Smiling tenderly, Y/N put her hands in the pockets of the jacket. “I mean, I know why. I just don't know... why it's my first time, I know very well why it's you... You’re the one.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Her heart beat so hard in that confusion, was she doing the right thing? After everything Abaddon said, wasn't it better to let her go?

She couldn't even think anymore after Wanda broke the distance between them and cupped Y/N’s face, ending every doubt, finally kissing those lips that generated so much expectation.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Enjoying those soft lips, Y/N closed her eyes not believing what she was experiencing. As if her brain sent a blow to her entire body, her arms quickly wrapped around Wanda’s waist to pull her against her body.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Their first kiss, their first kiss leaving the pain behind and experiencing love for the first time.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

After a few seconds and the need for air, they both slowly separated without still being able to believe it. Y/N couldn't help but smile widely especially when she saw Wanda all blushing and smiling. Just two silly giggling girls.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I like you too.” Wanda said after gaining some courage, what did it matter? She had to finally leave the pain and fear behind. All those doubts in her head disappeared when she saw Y/N's sincere look.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I'm sorry I ran away like that, it's just…” The brunette sighed, trying to be honest with her and finally explain. “Everything is so hard after losing Pietro. I couldn't afford any more suffering.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Oh darling, if you only knew.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Y/N gulped at those words.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I don't want to lose anyone else. Everyone around me… dies.” The Sokovian looked down, feeling deep sadness as she realized that tragedy always surrounded her life like a wild animal. In some way or another, she never managed to be happy until she arrived at the Compound. “It terrified me to think that if we had a stronger bond, I could lose you. I’m cursed.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“You won't.” Y/N said quickly, reaching out to cradle Wanda's face in her hands and gently caress her cheek. Her gaze fixed on those green eyes, letting herself be carried away by passion. “I'll do everything I can to make sure you don't.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

The demon knew that those words were going to cost her so much, that was a very difficult and impossible promise to keep but the feeling was much deeper. She didn't know what was possessing her at that moment, something she couldn't control.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

With a hopeful look and smile, the witch felt her heart skip a beat at that oath. She was ready to let herself go with whatever they had. Whether momentary passion or real love, she didn't care. She just wanted to live again.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“Maybe we could…” Wanda bit her bottom lip, looking up at her. The height difference between the two was charming. “I don't know… try?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Y/N's lips moved, about to give her an answer to that but Natasha's voice interrupted them as she approached carrying some bags. Next to her was Jules, smiling knowingly.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“It's time to goooo! ” Nat exclaimed, walking over to the Quinjet. “Move, lovebirds!”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Sighing, Y/N cursed the bad timing they were in right now. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“We'll talk when I get back, okay? Can you wait for me?” Y/N turned her gaze to Wanda, seemed a little sad to see the demon leave, but knew perfectly well that it was necessary. The Sokovian nodded, eagerly waiting for the moment to see her again.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“Sure.” Wanda looked down shily, watching as Jules watched them smiling like a fangirl, some agents passed by her. Overcoming her fear, she dared to take Y/N's hand and intertwine their fingers for a few seconds. “Take care, Y/N.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Biting her lip for a moment, Y/N took the opportunity to get lost in those beautiful eyes before leaning down to kiss Wanda's lips once more.

This time it was a short and more chaste kiss, but definitely hopeful. 

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“See you later, Wands.” The 'agent' whispered before leaning down to pick up her bag and walk towards the Quinjet while being watched by the witch, who prayed with all her heart that the time to see each other again would be soon.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

She entered the plane and found her seat next to Jules, who pursed her lips tightly to keep from smiling, especially when Y/N looked at her with a deadly 'if you say anything I'll kill you' look.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

About twenty seconds passed until the brunette couldn't take it anymore. She quickly turned to look at Y/N, who closed her eyes and sighed knowing what was coming.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“She kissed you.” Jules wiggled her eyebrows excitedly. “Your heart is pounding even now, I can feel hers from a distance. She's into you!”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Turning to look at her, Y/N didn't say anything. Despite the seriousness of her face, she just leaned back on her seat.  “It felt like I was back in heaven again.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Surprised, Jules opened her eyes wide. She couldn't believe what she heard. “What?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“It felt like that…” Y/N swallowed, somewhat worried, somewhat happy, somewhat confused.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

She touched her lips, caressing it gently as if she wanted to feel that feeling again. “It felt like I was in heaven again, remember? When I was happy there.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Unable to believe what she was saying or feeling, Y/N looked at Jules with a confidence never seen before in her gaze. “We need to think about what to do. There's no going back.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“We'll see what to do.” Nodding quickly, Jules leaned back in her seat as well. Staying somewhat thoughtful.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

“I’m doomed.” But Y/N's gaze was lost in a fixed point on that plane, while the rest of the agents took their places, she couldn't stop thinking about those green eyes that now gave life to her heart.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

And then she smiled.

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You're Here || Shawn Spencer

Summary: reader has been friends with Shawn since elementary school and has fallen in love with him but is convinced he loves Jules

Paring: Shawn Spencer x gn! reader

Warnings: little bit of angst but mostly fluff

P.s. takes place during season 4 episode 16 and is not a second part of the ying to my yang

You scan the room, watching as every member of the Santa Barbara Police Department scrambles around for any leads on Jules. Spinning slightly on the rolling chair you were sitting on, you look over to your best friend, and long time crush, Shawn.

Him and Gus, your other bestie, are also trying to hunt down Jules. Yang has left nothing to go off of and it's making everyone lose it. Including yourself, as indicated by the state of your nails you have been mindless chewing on.

You have come to like Jules a lot. It was nice having another woman to talk to after having to deal with Shawn and Gus alone all of these years.

Your nerves have officially beaten you. You needed to move and desperately needed to chew on something other than your poor nails.

The vending machine was just down the hall, and you are in a police department nothing bad could happen. Is what you tell yourself as you stand up and start walking towards the hallway that housed the machine.

"I'm getting something from the vending machine. I'll be right back." Looking around you see that no one has heard you, or they just didn't care enough to comment on it.

Making your way down the empty hallway you can faintly hear Lassiter yelling about something. 'Even in a situation like this Lassie still finds something to argue about.' Shaking your head in amusement you press the letter and number combination for your favorite snack in the machine.

As you lean down to grab your treat, you feel someone grab you from behind. You try to yell out for help but your mouth gets covered with a rag before you can get anything out. And before you know it, your eyes start to close and your body slumps into the arms of your attacker.

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You wake up to the feeling of water around your waist. Opening your eyes you take in your surroundings, which were not ideal. You are tied around a pole under the pier.'Great.' Noticing that the water is now rising at an alarming rate you start to panic wondering if anyone is even coming to rescue you.

Did anyone even notice that you were gone? They were all so worried about Jules, that you probably haven't crossed their thoughts. Even if they knew you were gone Jules is more important considering she is a police officer and Shawn's love interest.

'Everyone will be searching for her and you're going to die under this pier.' Leaning your head against the pillar, watching as the water slowly creeps up your body more. The thoughts of you not making it out of here alive plague your mind. That is until two sets of footsteps are heard above your head.

"They have to be around here somewhere dad!" There is no doubt in your mind, that is Shawn's voice. He is here. He came for you.

With a new found reason to stay alive, you try to make noise. Struggling around in your binds, and trying your hardest to make any sounds around the gag in your mouth.

Just when you're about to give up, you hear loud footsteps directly above your head. Your eyes widen as you look up seeing Shawn looking at you through a crack in the piers floor.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm going to come down and get you. Don't worry." He looks for your nod of understanding before leaving your line of sight.

You can hear him running across the pier and yelling at Henry. But all that's on your mind is the mere fact that he is here. He chose to save you over Jules. He came for you. Maybe you were wrong about him loving Jules more than you.

Before you can obsess over these thoughts any longer, Shawn and Henry are splashing in the water beside you.

Shawn takes the gag out of your mouth and starts to assess the situation. "Are you hurt? Can you move?" Shaking your head you tell him you're fine but you can't move anything.

"It's going to be okay. We are going to have to cut through all the rope." Him and Henry take out their pocket knives and start to cut through the rope. All you can do is watch as the water starts to rise faster than they can cut.

Shawn dives under the water cutting at the rope around your legs. The water is at the bottom of your chin. You get ready to hold your breath, but before that can happen you feel the ropes loosen off of you.

Shawn pops back up in front of you and grabs your shoulders pulling you towards the shore. Once you make it back up to the pier, your knees give out forcing you to collapse onto the pier.

Shawn is on you in seconds, "Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you hur-" Before he can even finish his sentence you are hugging him. Gripping onto him like he'll disappear if you left go.

"You saved me."

These are the last words you get out before you start sobbing onto his shoulder. Leaving a confused and concerned Shawn trying to calm you down.

"Of course I saved you! You're my best friend! Without you I would have to deal with Gus all alone!" His words get a little chuckle out of you, but they also make your heart clench. Pushing yourself off of him enough to look him in the face, you wipe your tears away.

"What about Jules? Why didn't you go save her? Aren't you in love with her?" Shawn looks at you confused. Tilting his head slightly and wrinkling his nose.

"Why would you think I'm in love with her?" It's your turn to look confused. 'Did he just not know he was in love with her?' You thought to yourself.

"The way you look at her like she's the only one in the room. Or laugh at every one of her jokes. The need to constantly be by her side. You talk about her constantly. Does this not ring a bell?" You ask him completely dumbfounded that he hasn't noticed.

He chuckles at you and shakes his head lightly. Looking into your eyes he gives you the biggest smile.

"You obviously haven't noticed that I look at you like you're the only one in the room. Or laugh at every one of your jokes. That I constantly need to be by your side. I talk about you all the time because I love you."

"....."

"YOU LOVE ME??!?"

You must have looked like a fish out of water with the way you were gaping at him. Your brain could not process this right now.

Shawn lets out another chuckle and starts moving closer to you. "Aren't you going to say it back?"

Your brain was so overwhelmed that it did the only thing it could think of in that moment. It made you slam your lips against his.

You could feel him smiling into the kiss, and you couldn't help but do the same. 'I could get used to this.'

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Author's Note: was the ending rushed... Yes... Do I have a good reason also yes... I've had this in my drafts for a while and I'm starting a big multi part fic so I just wanted this out.. anyway thanks for reading!

[jessicaloons]

A N N O U N C E M E N T 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Unfortunately Invisible String comes slowly but steady to an end… only around a handful of chapters are left and I’m ready, well after a little break, to release a new story!

Over the past year, while giving my blood, sweat and tears for Lizzie and Charles, I began with A LOT of new stories…

3 of them are further in their development than the rest so now I want to give you guys the opportunity which story I’ll release next (to be honest I can’t decide myself so I kindly ask you to choose for me 🙈)

I won’t give away too much, it’s just 3 little snippets and you can decide for yourself which story your most intrigued by 😊

These are all stories with Charles, because well, for now I only write for him, I like him the most, sue me 🤷🏻‍♀️

Alright, without any further ado, here we go…

Story 1:

"Celebrate?" Lyra sneered and grabbed her trophy.

"Yes Lyra, I'll celebrate my win. With my girlfriend. With my family. With my friends. I know you can't relate to that, having loved ones here, supporting you..." Charles pressed out through gritted teeth and the look on his team mates face changed.

She swallowed hard, eyes started stinging with tears as she walked away, leaving her trophy behind

"Mate!" Max looked at his frenemy with big eyes.

"What? She can dish out but not take it?" he shrugged his shoulders but the Dutch driver just shook his head.

"That's not... that was fucked up." Max grabbed his trophy and walked off, following the British driver, calling after her.

The moment Charles had said the words he regretted them already. He went too far. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't know why there was never someone supporting her. Didn't know her story. Didn't know the reasons. Yet he said the words. He out of all people. Knowing how it was when the support of important people was missing. After losing first Jules and then his father. He groaned frustrated and grabbed his trophy, as well as Lyra's, walking back to the Ferrari hospitality.

"What happened with Lyra?" Fred asked his driver, the moment he stepped inside, putting down the trophies "She came back, stormed into her drivers room and then left immediately..."

"We had a little... how do I say it? I don't even know what it was... we clashed..." the driver sighed and Fred shook his head "It's just... it's never easy with her! She pushes all of my buttons!" the team principal began to laugh and Charles looked at him "What?"

"Oh Charles! Vous êtes comme chien et chat!" Fred chuckled.

"No! No! Stop!" Charles shook his head, walking away. No. He didn't love her. He couldn't. She didn't want him. She said all the things he always wanted to hear from her and then threw it all away. No. He couldn't love her. Not anymore.

Story 2:

Charles Leclerc and I are not dating. He's a nice guy. But that's about it. I focus on my career.

Charles swallowed hard when he watched the live press conference of the German women football team. That would be sorted then. They weren't dating. They were getting along quite well. That was it. They weren't even friends as it seemed. He switched off the tv and leaned back. He felt like a fool. She told him her career was her main focus. She told him to not fall in love with her. And yet he did. He fell. Hard. Too hard. He thought back to Sunday. The way she held him in his arms in his drivers room. Wiped away his tears. Told him she believed in him no matter what. So of course he believed that she might have fallen too. He was wrong. Awfully wrong. When his phone rang he flinched, his heart aching when he saw who called. He grabbed it and almost picked up the call but then he stopped himself. No. Hearing her voice now would kill him. So he kept staring at her face. Over and over again. 7 missed calls later he received a text. A part of him wanted to open it. Wanted to know what she wrote. But another part of him didn't want to get hurt even more. So he threw his phone away. He couldn't handle another punch. Not today.

Story 3:

The hairdresser swiped the last remaining hair off of the ground when the door bell rang and she looked up. A young girl stood in the door. A pretty girl. For some reason the Monegasque woman thought she knew the girl from somewhere.

"Sorry? Umm hi. I'm looking for someone." the girl asked shyly. Not from around. Her French sounded foreign "I'm looking for... Leclerc..."

The older woman rolled her eyes. Of course. Another fangirl of her son. Looking for him in her salon.

"Listen, you girls need to stop. This is my salon. Charles is barely here! Why would he be! So tell your little friends to stop this nonsense, okay?" Pascale said bluntly and Lauren looked at her in confusion.

"Umm? I- I don't know who Charles is? I'm looking for Pascale Leclerc? She umm- she helped my mum years ago. And they kinda stayed in touch for a while... and Mrs. Leclerc told my mum if she ever needs anything she can always contact her..." the young girl explained and the hairdresser looked at her for a moment.

"Susannah Lombardi? Is that your mother?" she asked and Lauren nodded "Rachel? You're Rachel?"

"Umm... yeah... but no- I mean... I changed my name. I'm Lauren. Lauren Millner."

Now, let me know what you think! You can just vote in the poll or maybe leave a little comment what story you would want to read next/ why you voted for that story!

I love interacting with you soooo 👉👈 don’t be shy, I promise I don’t bite!

Anyways, thanks for reading!

Love, Jess ♥️

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

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David woke up with a start, his eyes flashing yellow as he looked at the scene below him. Julie laid there, blood seeping from her stomach, a large wooden stake forced in there. She was impaled to the ground, incapable of moving as the other wannabe vampire hunter stood above her, ready to force a second stake into her heart.

"Sammy, don't!" Michael came rushing in, causing the youngest of the boys to look up.

"Michael?"

"Don't hurt her, she's-"

"A fucking vampire!" Alan growled, moving the stake in the air and moving it down quickly.

David didn't need to think. Within seconds, he was down on the ground, startling the young hunter so that he missed Julie's heart and instead plunged the stake right into her shoulder. She cried out, not making much sense in her pained cries. He paid them no mind as he ran after the boys, the two Frogs, wanting to get them. To make them pay for what they did.

"Julie?" Michael sunk down next to her, a shocked expression on his face. She was losing a lot of blood. The other three vampires had woken up as well, none of them asking what had happened. That much was obvious.

"Mike, who is she?"

"Your cousin."

Sam gaped at him. "She's dead. Dad said she was dead."

"Dad was a liar. Someone kidnapped her and took her away."

"Without a trace?"

"Sam, it is her. Both Mom and I know for sure."

The younger boy sat down on the ground. "So I almost killed my cousin?"

"Move."

Michael was shoved aside by Dwayne, who looked Julie over. She was losing a lot of blood, looking paler than she should. She was about to say something between her whimpers of pain but Dwayne stopped her.

"If I pull them out now, you'll bleed out. We don't have enough blood here."

"I thought you said you'd never jump in front of a bullet again," Paul looked at her, all humour drained from his face.

"Not... a... bullet..."

"You idiot," Marko sat down next to her head, brushing some stray hairs away. "Don't you dare to die now. Not after everything."

Slightly, she shook her head, wincing in pain.

" 'mjustsotired..." she mumbled, her eyes slowly falling close.

"No, no, no, no, no, stay awake, Jules," Paul rushed forward, softly tapping her cheeks. Weakly she opened her eyes, looking exhausted.

"Run!" Alan screamed, following his brother. They rushed through the cave system, racing back towards the light.

"Hurry!" Edgar called back, not looking backwards. If he had done so, he would have seen how close David was to them. Instead, he just kept looking forward, running and running, ignoring the sting in his side, ignoring the rushed breathes he took. He needed to get out. Alan needed to get out.

Edgar rushed forward, entering a small spot of sunlight. "Alan?"

"Here!" The older boy entered the sunspot, right before David could grab his ankle, saving him from a slow and painful dead. At least, for that moment.

David stared at them, noticing them quivering in fear. He glared, baring his fangs as he gave them a very clear warning.

"Tonight."

With that, the boys ran off screaming, and David began to feel worried. Only now did he realise in what kind of horrible state he left Julie. All the time he had rushed after the boys he had heard her whimpers and cries, but now... as he stopped and listened, he couldn't hear anything over the panicked conversation his boys were having.

"What's happening?" Star sat up in her bed, looking at David. He had almost forgotten that she was here as well.

"Julie is injured."

"Can I- can I help?"

"She needs blood. A lot of it," was all David said as the youngest vampire nodded. She quickly grabbed the bottle from the cabinet in which it was now hidden - since Laddie was forbidden from touching it - and handed it to David. "I've got some spare bloodbags"

"What type?"

"I don't know, fresh?"

David glared at the woman, shaking his head. "If it's anything but A, bring it. Keep Laddie away from there."

David rushed back, gently lifting Julie's head and laying it on his lap. He popped the bottle open, gently guiding the fresh vampire into her throat. She drank greedily, slowly gaining a little more colour in her cheeks. It was in that moment that he took the stake in her stomach, and yanked it out.

Julie gasped, curling up in herself as she cried out, the fresh blood in her system slowly - very slowly - stitching the wound close. She looked at David with tears in her eyes, not knowing why after everything she still wanted her brother to comfort her.

"You're going to be fine," he said quietly, his gloved hand brushing through her hair. She nodded weakly, taking uneven breaths as pain spread through her body.

Everyone was silent as they sat like that, him brushing through her hair and her trying to breathe through the pain. He sat like that for what felt like hours, telling her she would be okay.

He stopped when Julie fell silent, and with her the cave.

Next chapter >

[swayziiwriter]

Different | Rodrygo Goes

summary: the fallout of a harsh breakup with a fcbarcelona player drives you into the arms of a Real Madrid star.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

The atmosphere was different, everything was so different. Rodrygo was different, much different than Jules. The breakup between you and the Barcelona player had been messy it was hard on you, much harder for you than him. Evident when Rodrigo had been the one to show you the multiple videos of him all over another girl, making out at some random club his teammates had dragged him too.

"He brought her back to his place y/n. Now, you're a smart girl, so I can only hope you can put two and two together" Rodrygo said nonchalantly. It had only been 2 weeks. It had felt like your wounds had been ripped back open all over again, you began to lose all proper sense. But he was there. Hot, needy, and all upon you.

Rodrygo was cocky, and a Madrid player. Both things you hated the most in a man. But in the moments he had offered a dance, a ride back to his place, you couldn't resist. You needed a distraction, a way to hurt Jules like he had done to you. And this was your chance. The ride back to his penthouse was a blur, the only moments really sticking with you were the way his lips felt against yours when you finally reached the inside of his home.

A trail of both your clothing was displayed all over his penthouse, he carried you in his arms never letting go of your lips. You told yourself that this was a distraction, that you truly hated him, and what you were about to do. But that lie was slowly unraveling as Rodrygo hovered over you, dipping his face into your body kissing down to where you needed him most.

Every touch of his lips had you squirming, his hand traveled up your waist in order to hold you down as he attached his lips to your clit leaving light kisses. "Don't be a tease" you practically begged. He didn't wait any longer latching his tongue onto your clit, sucking hard.

"Rodrygo" was all you could moan, the way his name fell of your lips had him turning into a madman, desperate to take you. You reached your first climax within minutes, your body shuddering with pleasure. Rodrygo connected his lips with yours once again, taking you in a heated frenzy. "mhm" you left his lips, "Don't think this changes anything, I still hate this" you said. Rodrygo only shrugged his shoulders, "if that was true then you wouldn't have been so desperate to cum all over my mouth."

You were lost for words, unsure what would set him off or make him want to fuck you already. Your eyes traveled down, his cock was sprung up, he was long and thick. Dabs of precum spread on his thigh, a surge of confidence erupted through your body as you took him into your hand pumping him slowly. He let out a soft moan as you pumped him faster, spitting into your hand before going back to your pace. "You gotta stop, or-or I'll cum" he admitted quietly.

It was your turn to mock him now, taking great pleasure in taking shots at his ego. You stopped at his demand, leaving him sighing softly struggling to keep his composure. You laughed at this, finding his flushed complexion amusing. Rodrygo recovered quickly, having your hands pinned above your head as he thrusted his cock into you at once.

“You bastard, fuck" you said painfully, he only smirked enjoying the way your face twisted between pain and pleasure. "You can take it, so shut up and take it" he said before slipping almost all the way out before sliding back in harshly. Your body jolted forward moans and cry of his name spewing out before you had a chance to take them back.

He chuckled at the way you became putty in his hands, your body at his mercy. He was drilling into you relentlessly, marking your body with love bites. You returned the favour with deep scratches all over his shoulders and back, the sound of skin slapping together a melody created for just the two of you.

"Always fucking talking, don't have much to say when my cock is fucking you this hard huh?" he spat. "The only thing you're good for is this" you shot back, "a fuck" you were lying, and he knew it. "If you hate me so much, why is my dick in your pussy, huh?" he groaned, taking your lips into his before you could respond. The way he starched you out had your whole body convulsing, "your so tight, fuck" he moaned, bringing his face down to leave open mouthed kisses all over your neck.

Your body curved into his as he reached you g-spot, your legs shaking. "Mhm, so big. Fuck your so big" you cried out, the familiar knot in your stomach forming as you brought your sweaty bodies closer. "Does it feel good?" he said softly, bringing his hand to your clit and circling it. "So-so good yes" you moaned, giving into his body. "Let go for me, show me how good I take you" he groaned feeling close to his release. You went over the edge at his demand, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucked through your high. Rodrygo pulled out, pumping himself until he spilled his warm seed all over your body.

You only moaned at this, enjoying the way he brought his lips back to yours, connecting them in a long, deep kiss.

[livewireprojects]

Sonadowtober 2024 Day 2

Day 2 was travel the world This is meant to be Sonic & Shadow way further down the line. I want to say far off future/Silver's original time but I dunno if I want to go that far even though that still works. Sonic is immortal thanks to a few things(rare werehog genes & Jules over exposing him to chaos energy while trying to heal him) so he, Shadow & Mephiles can be together without the worry of losing each other since they eventually have to say goodbye to everyone else.

Future Sonic has been slowly getting his eye sight back(context he was blinded at some point) thanks to Shadow's help(though took a while because of needing therapy thanks to being scared of his eyes being touched). He's now at a point were if Sonic wears glasses he can see again which is a little funny as he use to need strong glasses during the events of Sonic Underground. Sonic's bangs are different from the hime cut I usually give him because he finally feels ready to let go of his old haircut.

So anyway Shadow & Sonic decided they want to try traveling since it's been a while. They kind of settled down for & while sometimes they need to help save the day(Shadow still works for GUN so has missions on occasion) it's not happening as much since Eggman was finally sent to prison. Their kids are older so it's a good time to try having some adventures again.

Mephiles is staying home with Spices(Crescent came with Sonic & Shadow but I didn't feel like drawing him) because he's done a lot of traveling due to Ibilis & Elise living in another place but on occasion he'll decide to go to where Sonic & Shadow are so the three can enjoy traveling together.

Sonic has one of those box travel suitcase backpacks that he can cover in stickers since he doesn't need many things(besides stuff for Crescent) while Shadow has a suitcase on wheels that he can stuff extra stuff in.(Like his & Sonic's shoes) Shadow is wearing plain gloves(his actual ones are in the suitcase) & I just didn't want to draw Shadow's shoes but the fact they're going somewhere tropical helps so he's in flipflops. In the second pic both are on an airplane getting some sleep, Shadow has a sleeping mask while Sonic has headphones on to muffle any sounds & is cuddling a giant chilidog plushie/pillow.

Link to Sonadowtober theme list

[collapsedglasshouses]

An Angel for Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 4]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

SUMMARY: When Noah started to notice how things changed around him, he thought he might turn insane.

WARNINGS: angst, psychological tension, paranoia, mentions of mental health problems and mysterious occurrences, ...

A/N: Hi! So, here is the next chapter... I feel like this story is becoming really dear to me and I am so excited how you all will react to my ideas for this. If you enjoyed this chapter, please don't hesitate to reblog or comment! I love seeing your reactions!

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Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

When Noah woke up the next morning, he felt strange. Everything felt unreal to him. He couldn't stop thinking about how everything had changed over the last four weeks. But something had changed, and he couldn't quite wrap his head around what it was.

He realized there were too many coincidences for him to ignore, and it was driving him insane.

It all started when he would randomly catch the scent of a perfume he didn't recognize. It wasn't the usual cologne his bandmates used. Instead, it carried a flowery fragrance that was both unfamiliar and oddly comforting. At first, he dismissed it as a strange quirk of his senses, chalking it up to fatigue from their hectic schedule on the road.

He even mustered the courage to ask the other band members if they had changed their perfumes or scents, but they all looked at him like he was crazy. They had no idea what he was talking about, and his concerns were met with bewildered shrugs.

After a while, he convinced himself that something was wrong with his nose, and he tried to ignore the mysterious scent. But then, the next strange occurrence began to unfold.

As their tour approached and they began working on their new album, Noah would lock himself in the small recording studio for hours, attempting to channel his creative energies into lyrics and melodies. It was during these solitary sessions that he began to experience something truly bizarre.

Random, brilliant ideas would come to him, seemingly out of nowhere. They were not like anything he had ever composed before, and they felt as if they were whispered directly into his ear. Noah couldn't explain it, but it felt as if someone or something was guiding his creative process.

At first, he dismissed it as a surge of inspiration, but it happened too frequently and felt too surreal to be a mere coincidence. It was as though he had tapped into a wellspring of creativity beyond his own understanding.

One day, he confided in Jolly, one of his closest friends, about these peculiar occurrences. Jolly, with a furrowed brow, listened to the new songs Noah had composed and admitted that they sounded markedly different from Noah's usual style. It was as if Noah's music had been influenced by an external force.

But that wasn't the end of it.

Noah's paranoia about the strange smells and inexplicable creativity began to seep into his daily life. He started to see things—shadows moving out of the corner of his eye, fleeting glimpses of figures that vanished as soon as he turned to look at them.

There were just so many things that were slowly driving him insane. He became increasingly jumpy, always feeling like someone was watching over him. It wasn't unpleasant; in fact, it brought an odd sense of calmness he couldn't describe. But it was still nerve-wracking, a constant reminder that something was amiss.

Slowly but surely, Noah was convinced he was losing his mind. The tipping point that solidified this belief occurred during the car ride. Noah had dozed off in the driver’s seat when he was abruptly awakened by a sharp pain on his cheek. Nick, who he had apologized to last night after a stupid argument, suggested it might have been a surge of adrenaline, but Noah knew the sensation was more than that. It felt like a physical slap, even though there was no one else in the car.

Terrified, he had turned and drove home, unable to shake the feeling that something unseen was with him in that vehicle. And as if to confirm his growing unease, he later felt a soft touch on his cheek just as he was about to drift off to sleep—a gentle, reassuring stroke that sent shivers down his spine.

Noah couldn't blame all of these unsettling experiences on a lack of sleep or stress anymore. There was something inexplicable happening, and it was consuming his thoughts and sanity.

He let out a frustrated sigh, rolling over in bed, and reached for his phone. The display illuminated with the time: 3:46 PM. He had almost slept the entire day away, but the exhaustion that plagued him was far from gone.

Yawning, he dragged himself out of bed and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. There, he found Nick sitting at the counter, engrossed in his phone.

"Do you feel better?" Nick asked, concern etched across his face.

Noah opened the fridge, hunting for something edible, and replied nonchalantly, "Why shouldn’t I feel good?"

Nick persisted, his concern growing, "You weren’t feeling so well yesterday, after the sleeping-in thing…"

Noah grabbed a small yogurt, closed the fridge, and turned to face his friend. "Talk to me, Davis," Nick said, his voice taking on a warning tone.

"I'm fine," Noah replied, a sense of frustration welling up within him. He quickly retreated, making his way back upstairs to his room, sighing in relief when he closed the door behind him.

The exhaustion that gripped him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It wasn't just physical; it was as if his mind was weighed down by the inexplicable events that had taken over his life.

Noah lay back down on his bed, absentmindedly eating his yogurt before starting to game a bit, and contemplated the strange turn his life had taken. He had planned to work on editing a song that day, but all he wanted now was to silence the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. The world around him felt surreal, like a waking dream he couldn't escape.

As he stared at the ceiling, he whispered to himself, "This can't be real." In a final act of surrender, he turned off his game console and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would wash over him, even though he knew it would provide no escape from the enigma that had consumed him.

When Noah opened his eyes again, he jumped at his surroundings. He found himself standing in a small suburban garden, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. About four meters in front of him, there was an old wooden bench, its weathered appearance suggesting it had seen countless moments of contemplation.

As he surveyed the garden, a sense of peace washed over him. There was a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees, and the distant hum of crickets provided a soothing backdrop. But what truly captivated his attention was the figure sitting on the bench.

There, on the bench, was a girl, her silhouette illuminated by the faint starlight. She seemed lost in her own world, gazing up at the stars with a serene expression. Her presence felt like a dream, yet it was all too real to Noah.

His curiosity piqued, Noah decided to approach quietly, his footsteps muffled by the soft grass beneath his feet. However, as he drew closer, a feeling of confusion began to creep over him. He couldn't explain it, but there was something incredibly familiar about this girl.

The mom of the girl suddenly emerged from the nearby house, her footsteps barely audible as she gracefully made her way to the bench. She carried an aura of maternal warmth that was noticeable even from a distance.

"What are you thinking about, Julie?" the mother asked, her voice filled with affection and concern.

Noah's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the girl's name. Julie.

Noah, hidden behind a tree, couldn't tear his gaze away. He strangely wanted to know more about Julie, as if he had known her for a lifetime.

"Nothing," Julie replied, her voice soft and contemplative.

"Jules," the mom said with a gentle smile.

"Mom, it’s okay. I’m just a bit anxious," Jules admitted, her eyes still fixed on the stars above.

"Why?" her mom inquired, her voice laced with maternal concern.

"My life is going to change so drastically from now on," Jules explained, a hint of vulnerability in her words.

"That’s okay, that happens," her mom reassured her, placing a comforting hand on Jules' shoulder.

"I'm scared I’m not good enough," Jules confessed, her voice quivering with doubt.

"Jules… my love… you will be great. It’s always been your dream to go to Juilliard," her mom said, her words filled with unwavering support and love.

Noah's heart ached when he witnessed the tender exchange between mother and daughter. It was a moment that brought back vivid memories of his own family—his parents who had passed away when he was younger.

As he stood there, hidden from view, Noah felt an inexplicable connection to Jules. He wanted to get to know her better, to understand the significance of this dream-like encounter. It was as though fate had brought him to this moment for a reason.

Unable to resist his curiosity any longer, Noah took a tentative step forward. But as he did, leaves crunched under his feet, producing a sound that pierced the quiet night.

Suddenly, the scene around him seemed to blur and waver, like a mirage dissipating in the desert. Within the blink of an eye, the garden, the bench, and the two figures vanished.

He was awake again, back in his own reality, but the memory of the girl named Jules and the emotions that had welled up inside him remained vivid.

"Jules," he whispered to the empty room, his mind filled with questions, a longing to understand the connection he felt, and a burning desire to unravel the mystery of the girl from his dreams.

PART FIVE

[iambrengo]

Story: Nox's Dilemma

Short story centered on the king and princess of the Nox Domain, King Deragenes and Jules.

The nightly zora of the Nox Domain are accustomed to a quiet existence. Not much noise is able to make it that far down below the ocean. Therefore, when the upheaval hit and a large, gloom-ridden hole opened down towards Nox, the zoras fell into mass hysteria. The elite divers were up in arms, many went into hiding, and the royals were hounded by their citizens.

For so long, Nox has known only of what they had. But with the gloom and the chasm leading to the surface, the domain has experienced its first wave of change in years.

1 Week Later...

Deragenes, the Nox Domain’s King, managed to finally find a moment of calm and silence, and that just so happens to be deep in a cave. Through the naturally formed corridor, following an underground river, the King stopped on the shore of a subterranean lake. Hanging above the lake was a ceiling completely blanketed by cave worms, their bioluminescence lighting up the cave top like a fictional night sky. The subtle sound of water dripped off the stalactites, reverberating off of the stone walls and causing the glowing cave worms to flicker.

The King sat down on the sand near the lake before taking off the veil that covered his face. He sighed and breathed in, letting his stone-hard kingly persona fall away. It felt as if a pair of cold, metallic prison shackles were finally taken off of him. For days, his attention was strictly on the results of the recent earthquake and the massive opening, both of which put the Nox Domain’s solitude in jeopardy. But now, he can finally allow the fog in his mind to clear up.

”Papa! Papa!”

A pair of small, navy blue arms suddenly wrapped around the King’s shoulder. He was close to turning around in protest of his peace being disturbed, until he recognized the sound of that voice. A small angler also dipped over his shoulder, displaying a light that brought him peace and comfort many times before.

“Jules…”

He didn’t plan for Jules, his adopted daughter, to join him in this cave but he wasn’t surprised to see she followed him in. She was always an adventurous soul. With the smaller zora’s arms hanging around his neck, The King covered her hands with one of his own. Jules rested her head on his shoulder so she could see him better.

”What are you doing here all alone, papa?” Jules asked.

“I wasn’t planning on staying here for long. I simply needed time alone,” the King replied.

“Oh… would you like me to leave?”

“No.”

The King sighed, his original plan of being by himself was seemingly thrown to the side. Jules slowly let go of him, allowing herself to drop to the sand. She walked around and sat next to her father, looking off across the lake with him. The King’s head-fin was in her hands all the while.

“Why do you want to be alone?” Jules asked, “Mama may be wondering where you are.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me and your mother, Jules,” the King reassured her. “Sometimes, we simply need a little bit of quiet.”

”It’s the chasm, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

That made the King turn and face her, who turned to meet his gaze with a look of pondering.

”The situation regarding the chasm is under control, Jules.” His tone was rough, like he was asked this too many times, which made Jules tilt her head. “You have no reason to worry.”

“I know — I know that,” Jules said, “You keep saying that to me.”

Deragenes was about to speak, but stopped himself. She was right, he did lose count of how many times he felt the need to reassure Jules that there was nothing to worry about. He brought her up in a world of comfort and safety. If anything were to come for her, they’d have to go through him first. Seeing how Jules may have taken it for granted irritated Deragenes in a way that silenced him. He looked back at his daughter who, this whole time, kept her little gaze on him while she fiddled with his tail. His face softened in turn, as did his voice.

“My little opal,” Deragenes said quietly, “are you scared?”

The nickname she coined by her mother, it made the corner of her mouth curl into a shy smile.

“A little bit. Just a little bit.” Jules replied. “The earthquake was honestly the scariest part of it. I never felt anything like it! But I know that I will be okay because I have you and mama.”

“That is true,” said Deragenes, “Times are… uncertain, but no matter what happens, I will not let anything happen to you. I promise you that.”

Jules gave her father a smile while hugging his head-tail. Deragenes rested his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it softly.

“We will come to a solution soon, Jules. Regardless of what may happen, our home will remain safe,” he assured her.

“I know, papa. I know,” Jules replied, “but what about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you scared, papa?”

“Am I scared?” 

Deragenes sounded boastful, like he was asked the question in satire. He gazed down at Jules who, to his surprise, was waiting for an answer, a real answer.

“Yeah,” Jules began, “You always worry about my well-being, but you rarely ever talk about yours. Never have! I don’t even hear much about you from mama.”

Jules continued to emphasize his lack of communication regarding his own welfare. Deraganes was listening, but he was also thinking about life within Nox prior to the earthquake. He remembers waking up, living life, ruling the domain, and going to sleep all in the silence of their cave home. It was something he, as well as many others, became accustomed to. His attempts to reminisce the days before were blocked by the memory of the chasm opening. The ground shook, rocks fell, the domain lights flickered frantickly, He remembered hugging Zaeliphe and Jules, shielding them both from falling rocks. The scar on his back began to sting.

“So?” Jules snapped him out of his daydream, “are you scared?”

Deragenes looked forward, concentrating on the cave worms flickering on the cave ceiling so as to take his mind off the scar.

“I’m terrified,” he shakily admitted, “there is so much… changing about our home and its future.”

Jules’s expression fell. Seeing her father empty his heart in front of her wasn’t something she was used to. He was really good at hiding his emotions. Even when he suffered the scar during the earthquake, she vividly remembered how he brushed it off for a while. So, it took her by surprise to see him do something that she would have never expected of him: admitting to weakness.

“But I do not let that deter me because, no matter how dark it may get…” 

Deragenes raised both of his hands and clapped them together. The sharp sound echoed off the cave. In response, all of the cave worms hid their lights, leaving Deragenes and Jules in the dark. He heard Jules gasp in shock at the dark.

“...we’ll pull ourselves back into the light… together.” Once he said that, one by one, the cave worms showed themselves again. Soon enough, the cave was illuminated again. Jules gazed in awe at the beautiful lights flickering like the stars she was told stories about. Her eyes were filled with wonder, emphasized by the point he made.

“My little opal,” he began, “I believe it is time that Nox expands beyond its cave.”

The news struck Jules like lightning. Her eyes lit up, she hopped up on her feet, her glowing angler emitted a bright cyan.

“Expanding!?” Jules exclaimed, “You mean we’re finally going to find other domains?!”

Her excited yelling echoed off the walls, causing the cave worms to hush their lights in response. Deragenes lightly held her hand to calm her down, pulling her to sit back down next to him.

“Not at this moment, Jules, but it is clear to me that we cannot continue to embrace our solitude forever. The Nox Domain can only continue to thrive when our security is ensured, and we cannot achieve that while remaining in the deep forever.”

Deragenes turned to look at Jules who, as opposed to just a moment ago, was smiling brightly. Her fangs were on full display for her father, those deadly sharp razors that have become the symbol of a Nox zora.

“You said the word finally just a moment ago,” Deragenes said, “were you dreaming of this day, Jules?”

“I was, I was!” Jules said, “I heard stories of other domains, I always dreamt of seeing them myself. I.. can’t believe that dream is coming true!”

“Soon enough, my little opal.” Deragenes patted her head, making her angler glow a soft blue. “Eventually, Nox must make their first contact with neighboring domains, and…”

He stopped before standing up and getting on one knee before Jules. Both of his hands rested on her shoulders asn they made eye contact.

“I wish for their first contact with us to be you, my daughter.”

He could see the thoughts bouncing around her little head like frightened fish. Jules’s eye shifted between looking at him and staring off into space.

“You want me to meet the new domains first? Me?!” Jules asked him.

“Yes,” he answered.

“I’m going to meet our neighboring domains?!”

“Yes.”

“And forge alliances with them?!”

“Yes.”

“But…” Jules stuttered, “why me? Why me?! What about you, or mama?”

“Because, Jules,” Deragenes spoke softly, “a first impression can either build a healthy alliance or bring it to rubble. When they see you, a passionate, beautiful, smart, and caring member of the Nox Domain, they will see that an alliance with us will bring that same beauty to them. So… Do you accept?”

“Papa,” Jules whispered with teary eyes, “Yes, I will accept the role of representing our beautiful domain. I will. I will!”

He reveled in the glee emitting off his daughter. She jumped at him to embrace him, which he gladly hugged her back. This was the most that, to Jules’s knowledge, her father fully embraced her since the earthquake. The yells of excitement died down, allowing the cave worms to dance once again.

“It’s only a matter of time, my little opal.”

END

[sagesolsticewrites]

bestieeee!!!

for those cutie prompts!!! can I please have:

scene 3 dialogue 1 for Vika and Benny and scene 8 dialogue 12 for Jules and Brady??

ily!!!!

Thanks so much for the request bestie!! I had so much fun with these 🥰

from this prompt list; as always, inbox is open if y'all'd like to see any more of these!

Blurbs under the cut to save space <3

Vika & Benny 

Losing themselves in each others eyes as they hold a conversation

"Stay with me tonight. please."

Benny isn’t quite sure what prompts him to say it in the first place.

All he knows is he wants to stay exactly where he is until the end of time.

Vika is curled up securely under his arm, her legs tucked under her on the couch, her thumb tracing back and forth on the rim of the mug in her hands as she recounts the antics of her youngest cousins, who were assigned by their parents to “help” at the hotel that day. According to Vika, not much helping was actually done.

He lets out a laugh when it seems appropriate, only really hearing every third word. He’s interested, he swears he is— he’d be interested if she were talking about dirt— but his focus is where it usually is in moments like these: marveling at the glow of her hair and skin under the lamplight, the bright fondness in her eyes, one of her hands clasped in his like it’s the most natural thing in the world, wondering how in the world he got so lucky.

He’s jolted out of his reverie by a familiar giggle as Vika turns to meet his eyes.

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” She asks fondly.

“I am!” He replies defensively, his voice softening as he repeats, “I promise I am. I just…”

He trails off, forgetting what the rest of that sentence was supposed to be as he feels himself falling into her warm brown gaze.

“Benny?” Vika murmurs with a smile as they slowly lean into each other, noses brushing, breathing each other’s air.

“Stay with me tonight,” Benny says in a low, tender voice, “please.”

He hears her breath catch in her throat as her eyes widen.

“Oh, Benny, I—”

“Please, sweetheart,” he shifts, winding his arms around her to pull her closer, “I just want to spend every second I can with you.”

The look on her face screams that she wants to stay more than anything, but…

“My parents, meri jaan.” Vika reminds him sadly.

Benny sighs, dropping his head into the crook of her neck at the reminder that they were indeed still a secret.

“You could say you’re spending the night at Jules’s,” he suggests, lips brushing against her skin, “Book club ran late, she wouldn’t want you trying to get home so late all alone.”

A shiver runs through Vika at the sensation, even as she retorts “And if my mother calls Jules to check on me?”

He pulls back to give her a look, “You really think Jules won’t cover for you?”

Of course she would.

He can see the cogs whirring behind her eyes as she takes him in, one hand moving up to stroke gently through his hair while he waits with bated breath. If she wants to get home, to mitigate any suspicions her parents may have, of course he’ll understand, but the thought of falling asleep and waking up with his arms around her is…

“Alright,” she sighs with a smile.

Benny sits up, eyes bright. “Really?”

Vika laughs, a musical, tinkling sound. 

“Yes,” she grins, light dancing in her eyes, “I can call Jules now and ask her to cover, I’ll call my mother to explain the situation, and then,” she leans in to brush her lips against his, “I’m all yours.”

He can feel himself grinning like a fool as she goes to the phone, making one giggle-filled call to Jules and one more serious one to her mother before putting it back on the hook, turning to him with a wide smile and racing back into his arms.

Her lips are on his for several long, blissful moments, Vika settled comfortably in his lap until she pulls back, and it seems to hit them both that they’ll have the whole night to themselves— and all that implies.

Benny frowns and cups her face, thumb stroking over her cheek in an attempt to soothe her suddenly nervous countenance.

“Tesoro,” he murmurs, making sure he meets her eyes, “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

She relaxes slightly at that, and he continues, “I just… I just want every second with you I can get. It doesn’t matter how we spend it, I just want to be with you.”

Seemingly at a loss for words, Vika leans in to capture his lips once more.

“I love you, Benny DeMarco,” she sighs into his mouth.

His hands settle respectably just above her hips, pulling her closer, “Love you more, Ruthvika Patel.”

She smiles into the kiss, a thrill running through her at the sound of her full name on his lips.

A thrill that makes her just the tiniest bit bolder.

Bold enough to breathe, “Prove it,” against his lips.

Benny jerks back to meet her eyes, scanning her gaze carefully.

At her almost imperceptible nod, he pulls her back in for a fierce, unhurried kiss.

After all, he had all night to do as she asked.

Jules & Brady

Playing with the other's hair as they rest their head in your lap

"I love being with you."

It was a lazy Sunday for the Bradys. Upon returning home from the church luncheon— hosted this week at Alice Brady’s house, who was always overjoyed to see her son and new daughter-in-law— they promptly shed their nice church clothes… Jules’s falling to the floor faster than usual thanks to her husband’s helping hands.

After a luxurious hour (and then some) in bed, the Bradys wander back downstairs for a snack, settling in for an afternoon of doing absolutely nothing.

Juliet curls up on the end of the couch with a book, John sprawled out beside her, his head resting in her lap.

“Read to me, sweetheart?” John mumbles lazily, lids half closed as his wife’s fingers rake gently through his soft brown curls.

With a smile, she begins reading aloud from the page she’s on:

“When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister just how very much she admired him…”

Two chapters later, her voice fades in the middle of a sentence.

John looks up from her lap, concerned.

“Jules? Everything okay?”

She nods, suddenly overwhelmed with joy as she takes in the room and the man before her— the soft green couch they had gotten to match the armchair gifted to them from John’s mother, the scent of gardenias and bright sunlight drifting in through two large open windows making her husband’s eyes sparkle and turn his hair the color of honey, the look in his eyes so full of concern and care and love. It hits her suddenly that this life is hers: the cozy little house, a man who loved her— a man who had fought to make it home for two years and proposed less than a day later when he finally did, a man who asked her to read to him on lazy Sundays even when he didn’t quite understand the book she had chosen for the day. If anything had happened… it would’ve been terrifyingly simple for her to have none of this.

“I’m fine, I just—” she swallows around a lump in her throat that hadn’t been there before as she pours every ounce of love she can into her next words, “I love being with you, honey.”

John smiles, seeming to understand what she can’t bring herself to say. He gently grabs the hand that was just playing with his hair, brushing a gentle kiss to her fingers.

“I love you too, Jules.”