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12 AUGUST 2023
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Undeniable
(college friends, friends to lovers, dream dorms, sexual tension, creampie, oral sex, unprotected sex, pet names)
summary; The tension built up between y/n and Jaemin finally breaks when a hopeless y/n shows up at the Dreamies college dorm only to be welcomed by a shirtless irresistible Jaemin.
warnings; mature content MINORS DNI!
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The chemistry and sexual tension between you and Jaemin was undeniable. Your friends had started to catch up with the little looks exchanged between the both. Despite the evident sexual tension, you and Jaemin had never dared to make any sort of move. It was risky, you had been friends for over 7 years, it was risky to ruin the friendship and make things awkward for the rest of your friends.Â
âY/n have you packed?â Haechan asked as you maintained silence lost in your own world. Questioning how youâd get through this getaway knowing that youâd hear Jaemin morning voice for a whole week! Full of pure temptation.Â
âYeah I packed last night, I wanted to come in and check in with you guys about timingâ being at the dorms was normal for you, you spent a lot of time at their dorms, yes a apartment full of men might seem outrageous but it was better then staying in your dorm and listening to your roommate argue with her boyfriend 24/7.Â
âThis getaway is needed, midterms are finally over and we get a whole week off schoolâ renjun whispered.Â
âDrinks, girls, parties, and good music sounds like a vibe to me⌠canât remember the last time I hooked up with someoneâ Haechanâs horny ass was known to be passed around on campus, the man has the looks, charisma and confidence. It wasnât a surprised to the to everyone when a random girl snuck out of the dorms mid night.Â
âWho knows maybe Y/N will finally hook up with someoneâ Haechan laughed.
âUnlike you iâm not a whore who sleeps with anyoneâ and its true the last time you hooked up with someone was a year ago right after your break up with Jaehyun. It didnât feel right to have sex with just anyone. But one of the main reasons was your time spent at their dorms, men assumed that you were part of some orgy or that you were in a relationship with one of them.Â
âStarting sound like a bitch to meâ Haechan giggled
âAlright you fucken whore sincen you want to talk all that shit Iâll prove it to you that im fuckableâ you claimed, noticing Jaeminâs gaze from the corner of your eyes.Â
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Sleeping at your dorm seemed impossible considering the fact that your roommate continued to argue with her boyfriend through the phone. Not that it was the first time you had failed to fall asleep due to the noise, although most days you didnât mind today was different, tomorrow would be long date of traveling to Busan and you didnât want to be tired.Â
Grabbing your belongings and making your way to the guys dorm in hopes that the fuckers werenât already in the gaming mode or asleep. The walk was short so carrying your bags wasnât such a hassle.Â
Despite the 10 failed calls to Haechan, mark, Renjun, Chenle, jeno and Jisung you still made your way to their dorms in hopes of one of them opening the door. Calling Jaemin would have to be your last resort, you hated asking him for help despite his constant pleading and nagging of always calling him first.Â
Finding yourself at their door, not a single call back nor reply to you knocking their door, there was no other choice but to call Jaemin.Â
âHi beautiful, why are you calling so late? We have a long trip tomorrowâ Jaeminâs voice sounding tired, it was evident that he was ready to sleep.Â
âI wasnât able to sleep, my roommate is arguing with her boyfriend again, was hoping I can crash here can you open the door for me nanaâ you said sounding tired and upset.Â
Jaemin loved it when ever you called him nana. He found it adorable how it sounded coming from you he didnât know if it was because the nickname was only known by those close to him or if because it was you saying it.Â
âOf course beautifulâÂ
One thing about Jaemin is that he never failed to call you sweet names like beautiful, gorgeous, princess, sunshine and pretty. He never failed to praise you and call you sweet names. Sometimes it gave you hopes that maybe he liked you a little but you knew Jaemin was just so soft spoken.Â
Seconds later a shirtless messy hair Jaemin opens the door welcoming you with a smile, he looked sleepy. It was moments like this were you wished you could jump his bones and give him the best head.Â
âSunshine you walked here in those shorts ? Its late, it isnât safe for a beautiful girl like you to be walking alone in the darkâ despite his concerned words, deep down he wished this sight of you in those small shorts, messy hair and oversized hoodie was a sight only for him. He wished the hoodie you were wearing was his and not marks. He wished you had called him so he couldâve walked with you and make sure you were safe.Â
âThe walk isnât long, and most people already left campus jaem, im pretty sure I was the only one walking at this time on campusâ you said taking your shoes off and walking in with your bags. Jaemin didnât notice them at first, taking your bags he placed them in the couch.
âYou can sleep in my bed sunshine, I donât mind sleeping out hereâ jaemin didnât like the fact that youâd have to sleep out in the living room while everyone else slept in their comfy warm beds.Â
âAre you sure? I donât mind sharing a bed, weâve done it beforeâÂ
it was true, you and Jaemin had shared beds before, when there was limited rooms at Chenleâs family beach house, you had no choice but to share a bed with one of them based on a game of rock paper scissors.Â
Making you way to Jaeminâs room you felt butterflies, youâve shared a bed before but this times it felt different. Maybe it was because the shirtless man kept walking extremely close tp you. Not that you mind but his body heat was intense and you loved the fact that he smelled like fresh soap and cologne.Â
Hearing haechans and marks screams, only made you feel more hot considering the fact that both of the fuckers were up yet none answered made your blood boil.Â
Jaeminâs room smelled just as intoxicating as him, you could spend hours in here.Â
âYou lay down first princess, Im going to edit some photos for a while, I really want to have these done before our tripâ Jaemin sat in this chair man spreading its like he wants to purposely drive you insane. He has such broad shoulders and amazing tits, it drove you insane how he was just sitting there focused on his computer and had you rubbing your thighs together.Â
Feeling hot, the hoodie not longer felt comfortable
âNana can I borrow a shirt? I want to change into something more comfortableâÂ
Jaemin felt his heart skip, you had never worn his clothes before and it was a sight he was hoping to see. Giving you as smile while walking to his drawers and grabbing a pain white t shirt he wore on a daily.
Walking out of the bathroom now in jaeminâs shirt turned you on even more.Â
âHi y/n I just saw your message, but it looks like jaemin already helped you, see you tomorrowâ Haechan said from this room still wearing his head set.Â
âWhore, I called you like 10 times not a single call back, hope you choke in your sleepâ you said rushing to Jaeminâs room pushing the door closed.Â
Jaemin turning around to a new sight that only made feel hot and bothered. He could bend you right over his desk and make you scream his name.Â
Not 10 minutes go by when you feel someone a second body lay in the bed. Making you feel nervous at the presence, feeling a pair of hands wrap around your waist pulling you in for a cuddle. He was so intoxicating that you didnât even feel yourself rubbing against his crotch.Â
âPrincess donât tease, I will not have any self controlâ Jaeminâs voice was so deep and sodding.Â
Feeling his tent made you whimper, it was like music to Jaeminâs ears.Â
âjae.. jaemin pleaseâÂ
âPlease what baby.. I need you to use your wordsâÂ
âPlease touch me nanaâÂ
Jaemin didnât need any further instructions, moving his hands up to cup your breast and play with your nipple making you moan.Â
âSo soft and perfect for me princess, how Iâve been wishing to make you mineâÂ
Removing his hands off you and hovering over you, taking the white shirt off exposing your chest to him.Â
âLook how perfect, such perfect tits bet youâd like it if I put them in my mouthâÂ
Jaemin was always so soft spoken and hearing these words made your mind cloud. He was so sexy. Chain hanging from his neck, abs so evident it was impossible to keep your hands off him.Â
He leaned down for kiss that turned into a deep passionate make out session inviting his tongue in your mouth pushing up against his bulge, a groan escaped his mouth.Â
âWhy donât we remove these lovely shorts off you, want to help my princess feel betterâÂ
He moved down, removing your shorts and panties, he wish he could take a picture of you with his camera, you looked so beautiful, it was driving him insane. Spreading your legs open he licked his lips.Â
âYouâre soaking baby all for me, look at that pussy perfect just for me, bet you taste lovelyâÂ
Feeling a wet kiss at your cunt, it was like heaven, jaemin was gentle and slow. Your pussy was so addicting to him, he could eat you out for hours and never get tired of your taste and smell. Pushing a finger in you made you gasp, having his fingers and mouth was making you dizzy. Seeing stars, jaemin began to rub circles against your clit senting you over the edge.Â
âFuck Jaemin im cuminâ you screamed as your orgasm hit.Â
He watched you as you rode your orgasm salivating. You looked so hot messy hair and chest rising due to your overpowering orgasm. Jaemin brought his fingers to his mouth licking your juices .Â
âAre you going to continue looking at me or will you finally fuck meâ the sudden confidence only made his dick twitch.Â
Pulling him in for a wet kiss tasting yourself. Shoving one of your hands down his pants to release his members from his sweats.Â
âStop teasing me princessâ jaemin groaned against your mouth.Â
Rolling both of you over, youâre now on top of him wet pussy right on top of his dick that was partially sticking out of his sweats. You begin to grind against him making a moaning messy out of jaemin. You wanted him so bad, moving down to remove his sweats and boxers releasing his pink, pulsing dick. Licking your lips you take his tip in your mouth and begin to suck.Â
âFuck princess, you feel so goodâÂ
Taking all of him gasping for air, Jaemin was big. You knew heâd be big but never imagined youâd be gasping, tears rolling down your face. Pulling out leaving a mess on his dick. Jaeminâs eyes were now dark full of lust.
âOn top of me NowâÂ
Obeying his orders your get on top Jaemin naked parts meeting, you being to aline his dick against your enters. Pushing down to only take the tip both a moaning mess.Â
âSo bigâ you moan as you slowly push down taking him whole. The stretch wasnât painful, it felt good. You began to grind in circles clenching against him causing to groan to escape.Â
âFuck baby if you keep doing that ill cum fastâÂ
You continued to move faster, jaemin thrusting up made you scream as he hit your cervix.Â
âFuck im gonna cumâ he moaned.
âPlease Jaemin cum inside meâ you pleaded, wanting to feel him paint your walls.Â
He began to rubbing your clit as you continued to ride him, sending shivers down your spine, making you see stars and jaemin spilled his seeds in you triggering your second orgasm screaming his name.Â
âJaemin⌠fuck⌠so goodâÂ
As you laid on top him dick still inside of you, jaemin rolled you over now laying naked on his bed seeds spilling out of you.Â
âlet me get a towel and clean you up princessâÂ
As he stood up putting on his boxers, the realization hit you. You just had amazing sex with jaemin, the man you had been edging yourself too for months. Part of you felt embarrassed, he had now seen you naked, what he regretted having sex with you. What if he saw this a fling.Â
âAngel, youâre all cleaned up how about you put on this t shirt and we cuddle, we have 5 hour before we have to be upâ Jaemin looked sleepy and drained out.Â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
Feeling the sun kiss your skin your stretch, a body cuddling you.Â
ââGood morning beautiful, how did you sleep?âÂ
Jaemin looked so beautiful, puffy face, messy hair and raspy voice.
âI slept good, ready for todays tripâ sitting up looking around seeing your shorts on the ground.Â
âHow about we take a shower together and replay last nights activitiesâ jaemin was bold for assuming youâd have shower sex with him knowing the guys were right next door. Not that stopped you last night.
Hearing a knock at the door a tired Haechan spoke âare you guys up or fucking again, geez jaemin let the poor girl breathâÂ
Oh that was so embarrassing, they heard you last night, Jaemin smirked proud of himself.Â
âNow princess thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, they need to get used to hearing you, after all im going to be making my girl feel good all the timeâ Jaeminâs words make you blush. Suddenly being hit with the realization that he came inside of you.Â
âOmg Jaemin you came inside of me we need to go buy a plan b and some condomsâÂ
âWhatever my princess wants, now how about round two in the showerâ
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⊠Take Care .
⊠logan âwolverineâ howlett x mutant!femreader
hate is a strong word, but not stronger than the feelings you have for him.
⊠tags: sexual tension, enemies to lovers (?), mentions of blood, you and Logan both get hurt, passionate sex, creampies, logan has nightmares, rough sex, etcâŚ
note: nightmare scene heavily inspired by the first x-men movie with rogue and logan. cr: plutism for divider <3!
âDid you hear? Ms. Y/N slapped Mr. Logan in front of her whole class!â
âI heard that he called her a bitch. I donât know, that seems deserved.â
âThose two are definitely in love with each other. I donât even have to use my powers to know.â Professor Xavier shook his head as he wheeled by a group of students, talking about his two hard headed staff members; who canât seem to get along. At least thatâs what theyâve been trying to claim.
Being a telepath has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages, and right now the professor wished he couldnât read peopleâs minds. As he rolled into the science class, he wasnât surprise3: to see the two of you thereâkeeping distance from one another.
âIâve been hearing a lot about you two.â Charles announced, causing the two of you to look at each other, an eye roll from you while Logan groaned. Using his telepathy, the professor closed the classroom door; rolling closer to you both.
âWhy are we here, Charles.â Logan spoke, getting ready to light his cigarâhowever you swiped it out of his mouth, using your powers. He shot you and look and the two of you began to bicker, but that immediately ended as the Professor got into your heads; silencing you both.
âSorry professor..â You mumbled and the old man nodded his head.
âThis is the third time the two of you had got into a fight, not counting the ones off school grounds. You two are teachers, adults better yet, and you two are setting a bad example for the kids.â Even though he didnât look angry as he spoke, it was evident that the Professor was. It was hard for you both to look him in the eyes, he was disappointed with you two.
âIf the two of you donât clean up your acts and realize the truth behind your feelings for each other, then Iâm going to put you both on leave; until I deem fit.â The Professor turned and wheeled himself out, not bothering to hear an explanation from either of youâsince he made himself clear.
You turned to look at Logan, his hazel eyes on yours before he turned awayâfollowing after the professorâs steps, leaving you alone. You sighed and began to clean up your classroom, Xavierâs words replaying in your head; especially what he meant about your feelings. âDid you actually hate Logan?â
That question played in your mind for the next couple of weeks, wondering what were your true feelings for him. The two of you stayed out of each otherâs way, taking the Professorâs words seriously; you two couldnât afford to get into another fight.
The only time you two saw each other is during x-men meetings or as you passed each other in the hall way. It was for the best and everyone could see the change, especially Charles.
However, things took a turn during one night in the mansionâŚ
It was real late in the night, almost everyone was asleep; except for you. You had just got out of the shower, a silver colored towel wrapped around your nude bodyâexcess water dripping off of you as you rummaged through your closet for something to sleep in. Settling for an oversized t shirt, you slipped it over your head, tossing your towel on your vanityâs chairâbefore climbing into your bed, getting comfortable.
And as you reached over to turn off your lamp, your ears perked up to this low groaning, followed by some yelling. You rose an eyebrow and climbed out of bed, slipping on your slippers before coming out of your room, checking to see where that noise was coming from.
And as you followed the sounds, with it becoming louder as you approached, you found yourself outside of Loganâs room. With a soft knock, you entered and tip toed insideâthe room covered in darkness, yet you could see the man writhing in his sleep. You frowned at the sight, it wasnât uncommon for mutants to have nightmares about their pasts. However, seeing him like this hurt you and you walked over to the bed, lightly tapping him to wake him up from this terrible dream.
He continued to shake and mumble, his hands clenching the sheets below him and when you reached over once moreâtapping him, he shot up from his bed; yellingâclaws unsheathing and piercing your skin. You were stunned, mouth agape like you were going to scream, however nothing came outâyou couldnât.
And as Logan slowly came to, he had realized what he had done, his hazel eyes still wide like saucersâclaws retracting back into his knuckles.
âMr. Logan? Oh myâim going to get Ms. Grey!â A student who happened to hear everything, appeared in the roomâshocked by the horrifying sight. You gasped and kept your eyes on Logan, before responding to the student, âNo need, just go back to bed. Iâm fine.â
Your healing factor had now kicked in and your wounds slowly started to close, the pain fading away as well. You turned your head and gave the student a smile, reassuring them once more. âIâm okay, really! You can go back to bed.â The kid looked over at you once more before nodding, retreating back to their room and leaving you two alone.
Turning back to Logan, his eyes had softened and he had grabbed your waistâstaring at you.
âIâm sorryâŚ.I didnât meanââ
âI know. You were just having a nightmare.â You cut him off and gave him a smile small before he pulled away, getting up from his bed and grabbing a t-shirt from his dresserâtossing it over to you. âSince i ruined yoursâŚâ
You smiled once more and turned in your heels, headed for the door before you felt his hand on your wrist, pulling you back.
âStay with meâŚ.if thatâs alright with you?â His voice was soft, just like his eyes. There was something about this that made your heart swell, so you nodded your head and dipped into his adjoining bathroomâchanging out of your bloody t-shirt, into the clean one that he had given youâwhich smelled like him. Warm and musky, with hints of spice. It was comfortable.
Reappearing from the bathroom, you saw Logan lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling until his eyes fell onto you. You gave him as soft smile, before climbing into bed with him, creating a distance between you two as you stayed on one side of the bed.
It was quiet as you laid there, trying your hardest to sleep, however it was just too cold. You shivered and tucked yourself further under the blanket, yet it still wasnât enough. You looked over at Logan, his hazel eyes closed, and scooted over towards himâhis body heat radiating off of him and warming you up. He felt you next to him and he didnât protest or push you offâinstead he pulled you closer and wrapped his arm around you, relaxing into his spot.
And after a few minutes, you could hear him snoring, sound asleep once again. You sighed and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep in the comfort of his arms.
From that day on, everything changed for you.
You had found yourself in his room almost every night, sleeping in the bed with him, arms around each other; having the best sleep of your lives. He didnât mind it either. You would find him awake every time, almost like he was waiting to fall asleep with you.
And in the afternoon, during your breaks, he would treat you to lunch. Sometimes you guys would eat at the academy, other times he would take you for a ride into the city, buying you something to eat out there.
Almost like your perception of each had changed and you werenât going to question it. You liked it and deep down you knew he did too. But, there was something about this that had your heart thumping and skipping a beat. Is this what the Professor meant? Was the truth behind the hatred really something else?
Those questions scrambled in your mind and as you entered Loganâs bedroom, your heart caught in your throat. The sight that was plagued upon you was shocking, Logan and another woman in his bedâkissing each other. âOh.â You let out, startling the two.
The woman parted from him and excused herself out of his room, brushing past you as you stood near his doorway. You kept your eyes on him, a million emotions running through your body as his demeanor changed, standing up and coming close to you.
âLook, I donât need a fucking babysitter and im damn sure not your boyfriend. Youâre fucking suffocating me!â His words were harsh and eat one felt like a personal slap to the face. You could feel your eyes watering and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop your tears from falling. After all the things the two of you said to one another, this was one of the worst.
âYouâre a dick. Go to fucking hell!â You stormed out of his room, tears falling down your faceâhead tense from thoughts of him; and you soon realized what Charles meant. Without using your powers to connect with the Professor, you knew he was listening to your thoughts anywayâshaking his head as he listened to your heartbroken mind. He was disappointed, especially in Logan.
Days turned into nights and nights turned into days as time went on, the two of you never interacting with each other. You passed by each other like two strangerâs on the street and evens thought the two of you worked togetherâthat didnât mean you needed to interact with one another.
You did your best to avoid him, during team missions you made sure to be paired with someone else and if you were paired with him; you would handle the mission practically on your own. When it was real late at night and you went into the mansionâs kitchen for a snack, and saw him there, you would quickly grab whatever you were looking for and headed to your roomânever acknowledging him.
You even went as far as getting a set of ear plugs so you wouldnât hear him at night. You were done with him. You focused on yourself, your teaching and trainingsâriding him of your mind.
As you sat in your class after the last one, grading papers, Charles entered, catching your attention. You smiled at him, but from the look on his face you knew something was wrong. Using your telepathy powers, you listened to his thoughts, your facial expression changing by the second.
You shook your head and stacked your papers together, âHe can go to hell and back, Professor. I donât wanna hear about him.â The older man wheeled closer to you, and placed his soft hand onto yours, a half smile on his face.
âIâve read his mind, he thinks about you a lot. Heâs been miserable with out you, ever since that night.â
âYeah? Well that his problem, im not the one pushing people away. Im not the one whoâs scared of letting people in! Im not the one whoâs not scared to admit how they feel!â You yelled, heart thumping out of your chest; overwhelmed with emotions.
âAnd how do you feel?â Charles inquired and your eyes widened, but before you were able to respond a cloud of blue smoke appeared in the room; allowing Kurt to pass throughâa frantic look on his face.
âProfessor! Come quick, Loganâs been hurt! He isnât regenerating and heâs not waking up!â The sound of his voice along with the news, made your heart drop to your stomach. You quickly grabbed onto Xavierâs chair and teleported with both him and Kurt, appearing in the academyâs infirmary. Your eyes widened once you laid sight on him, his half naked body hooked up to wires and machinery, while Jean and Hank worked on himâtrying to find anything to get the male up.
Your eyes were filled with tears as you ran over to the table, looking at every wound he had, heart breaking by the second. You cupped his face and sobbed, at that very moment you werenât afraid to admit how you felt. You were in love with him. Deeply in love with, Logan.
âFix him! Please!â You begged Jean and Hank, watching them trying to repair his body; but the wounds were deep and without his regenerative factorânothing would heal.
âWeâre trying, but he doesnât seem to be there either. Like his mind isnât consciousâI canât connect with him telepathically,â Jean spoke, patching his bloody body with gauze, hoping to soak up everything.
By now, tears poured out of your eyes as you looked at his lifeless body, âHow did this happen?â You asked, eyes never leaving Loganâs body.
âHe was on a mission. His car flipped multiple timesâtotaling everything, injuring him gravely.â Charles explain and you blinked out tears, cupping his face, before you turned back over to the Professor. âHave you tried to tap into his mind?â
âI have, but itâs like heâs not letting me inâŚI think you should give it a go.â Charles suggested and you took a look at Logan, leaning down to kiss his templeâtaking in his musky scent before placing your hand onto his forehead and closing your eyes.
âLet me in Loganâ You whispered, before you heard his voice in your mind.
âPrincess, is that you?â His deep voice asked, the nickname making you melt, before you continued.
âItâs me. I need you to wake up for me okay?â
âI fucked up, Y/N. I hurt youâŚ.fuck im such a dickâ The hurt in his voice made your heart pang, while more tears left your closed eyes:
âI know baby, but you have to wake up for me. Okay?â You didnât hear a reply back, however you were quickly shot out of mind, hearing him groan out in pain as he finally returned back to his body. His wounds started to close up, stopping his crimson red blood from pouring out. Loganâs hazel eyes connected with yours and he started to pull out the wires in his body.
âWait Logan! You shouldnâtââ Hank was cut off when he seen the wolf like male reach over and pull you into a kissâa deep and passionate one.
âI think we should give these two some privacy.â Charles suggested, with everyone agreeing and following him out of the infirmary. The two of you stayed just like that, kissing each other, lips melting onto one anotherâsâmaking your heart swell. And as he pulled away from your addictive, plump lips, a spit trail followed; which you happily slurped up.
Logan pulled you close, ignoring the soreness in his body, arms wrapping around your waistâwhile his head lied on your shoulder, âI fucked up, I ended up hurting you twiceâŚall because I couldnât say I Love You.â
You were quick to pull back from him, scanning his face for any misconceptions, however his face remained the same; and you kissed him once moreâhand reaching up to tug on his hair, eliciting a growl from him. His huge hand traveled from your hips to your ass, giving the fat a nice squeeze through your skirt, making you whine.
âCould smell you the moment I kissed you. I shouldâve known how needy youâd be~â You whimpered as his hand trailed under your skirt, ghosting your soaked pantiesâeyeing you like you were his prey. âPleaseâŚLogan~â
âPlease what, princess?â He began to rub you through your panties, your slick seeping through and onto his digits. You moaned softly, looking at him with low lidded eyes, âPlease, fuck me.â A smirk etched on his face, pulling you into a kiss before he pulled your panties to the side and started to toy on your clit.
His fingers worked numbers on your swollen bud, pinching it and rubbing it in circular motions, making you whine in the sloppy kiss he was giving you. He pulled away from your lips, thick fingers now inside of your aching holeâpumping in and out of it; stretching your walls.
You were in pure bliss, you had yearned for this for some time and now you were getting your wish fulfilled. âDonât tease me, Loâ~â
âGotta prep you. Need you to take all of me, princess.â He pulled his fingers from your pussy, a whimper escaping, before he tore your buttonâs off your top and pulled your skirt offâeyes glued to your navy blue matching set; his favorite color.
You watched him, hunger in your eyes while he undid your bra; your plump breasts fallingânipples standing at attention just for him. The more you watched him take his time with your body, undressing you, the more needy and impatient you became; causing you to take matters in your own hands.
Using your powers, you pushed his back onto the infirmaryâs bed, catching him by surprise; eyes locked on your body as you climbed onto of him; hovering right over his crotch. You moved the white blanket, mouth watering at the sight of his heavy cockâcunt becoming more slick with arousal when you grabbed it at the base and eased it into your entrance.
He was just as big as he looked, fatter too, as he stretched your pussy to fit around himâclinging to him like a glove. âFuck, wouldâve been an idiot to give this up,â Logan cursed, big hands clinging to your hipsâpushing you all the way down on his length; filling you to the brim. You didnât bother to try and get used to his size, instead you began to grind and bounce on his dickâtension building in your core; a whine slipping from your lips.
âSlow down, princess. Donât want you hurting yourself.â You shook your head and continued your movements, tip rubbing against your sensitive spot.
âNeed to cum on your cock right now.~â your lewd words, along with the squelching from your cunt, had Logan bucking his hips up to match your movementsâallowing a louder, sexier moan to escape from your mouth. âRight there, bub. Sit there and take it.â He pushed your back down, closing the gap between you two and proceeded to drill your pussy.
You were a moaning mess, face on his hairy chest, drool spilling out the sides of your mouth and the coolness form his dog tags stabilizing your body temperatureâwhile he proceeded to make it rise with each stroke.
You were taking it like a good girl, the bubble im your stomach at its peak, seconds away from burstingâyou craved the pending orgasm. âGâna cum! Please please pleaseâI love you!â Lips crashing onto one another, his cock twitching; craving a release as well.
âCum for meâŚ.â His tone had came off like a beg and you couldnât hold it anymore, your walls clung onto himâspasming like crazy, creaming all over his fat dick. Logan watched as you came undone, the pretty mewls and moans were a perfect melody to his ears, perfect enough to help him cumâbucketsâinto your womb.
He let out grunts, thick ropes of cum pouring inside of youâfilling you up while you rode out your high. Your legs shook while he continued to thrust underneath you, bottoming out into your cunt.
And just like earlier, as Charles sat outside the infirmaryâs doors, he shook his headâwondering why out of all the mutant powers in the world, he was stuck with telepathy. He unfortunately heard everything, including the two of you going for round two.
However, he was happy the two of you finally got togetherâhis two favorite mutants.
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I was hoping this would all blow over, but since it's continuing to happen, now with people attacking other artists of the commewnity. I'm putting out my two fucking cents! Cause this whole art/character theft and pointing fingers, who stole what from who bullshit it driving me up the fucking wall!!
Long story short, it started with me and one other blog whose name I won't mention publicly. Despite the horrible light they tried to paint me in, I don't want anyone going to this person and ganging up on them. This person had some serious bitterness towards more "popular" artists and claimed that I've made characters similar to theirs and once used a pose they apparently used before (which was a very common pose, considering it was a reference from the game version of mega Y). Since then, they had desperately tried to conjure up evidence, narrowing down to the most miniscule detail how I've been stealing from them when I hadn't even known their blog existed until I was forcefully thrown into that unnecessary drama with the unhinged call-out posts they've made. With this being said, I'd like to point out that they never came to me or addressed this concern with me in the first place. They had every opportunity to privately DM me if they had suspected I was "stealing," but no, simply because they already made up their mind that I was a thief, that was a good enough reason to lack common fucking sense and decency, making what should have been a private issue public, going on to villainize and dehumanize me. And apparently, it hasn't stopped with me either, cause recently I've been seeing other artists in the community having to deal with this where people are being white knights on high horses, pointing fingers on how one artist's mewtwo looks "the same" if not "totally identical" as another artist's mewtwo. I refuse to believe it's a coincidence. But what makes me disgusted is that since TC's post, apparently it's had the opposite effect on some people and they're hopping on this blame bandwagon like it's some damn media trend!!!
This is NOT okay! Nothing about this kind of behavior is funny! It's upsetting to all of us. We dont need you causing problems where there isn't any, thinking you're doing us a favor! The majority of us are adults for gods sake! We are old enough where we don't need other people coming to us being tattle tails saying this person did this and that. That's what little children do! If you suspect any form of theft, I think I speak for ALL creators in this commewnity that we'd prefer you DM us privately saying something like "Hey, I think this person is copying you, might wanna look into it." And if possible, provide a link to the art in question, for which we would kindly thank you for making us aware and we'll handle it ourselves from there. Just a brief, yet SIMPLE interaction...that's all we ask!!! Don't even come at me with "Well, it's scary attempting to talk to an artist that's well known." Or dare I say ~pOpUlAr~ If you claim that taking the first step to send me a quick DM makes you nervous, yet you have no problem making public call outs in posts or asks, belittling and degrading what could actually be innocent artists doing nothing wrong, literally leaving yourself open to all kinds of comments and opinions from all kinds of people....I'm sorry but your anxiety isn't as bad as you say it is then, if being rude and ignorant in a public post/ask is easier for you. If you come to us, shaming someone else who 9/10 probably isn't doing anything wrong, thinking you'll be in our good graces for doing so, sorry, you're not going to be told, "Good job!" with a pat on the back and given a lollipop! You're just being an asshole.
Quick reality check for everyone who's made it this far before I end this train wreck of a rant:
People can have similar ideas that coincide with one another! There's only so much you can do when a whole community is focused around drawing the same character! We mainly draw mewtwos and mews, you're bound to find a plethora of similar colors, patterns, and designs because of it! Creativity only goes so far when trying to stay true to a character and not stray too far. It's not a crime to take inspiration from other artists' characters, we actually encourage this! It makes us feel good that you liked something we've done and you want to incorporate it into your own designs! It makes us happy that we inspired you! The line is crossed when someone does a literal copy/paste of a character down to the exact detail, and they call it their own original creation. That my friends is what stealing actually is!
#im just so done...#i feel bad for the person who creates a mewtwo and gives them a scarf#cause god forbid people will think they're copying TC or some bullshit like that#with that kind of logic nobody is allowed to make mewtwos with vitiligo!#Blu had it first therefore I own the concept of vitiligo! nobody else can use it or else I'll accuse you of stealing!#sorry i don't make the rules#will i regret making this rant later?#...probably#đŽâđ¨
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[4:43 AM]
With a faint groan, you rubbed your eyes groggily, realising you had dozed off once more while waiting for Hongjoong to wrap up in his studio â or so he claimed hours ago.
Retrieving your phone to check the time, you sighed, "It's almost five in the morning, captain. Are you close to finishing up?"
Cursing inwardly, your boyfriend turned towards you, wearing a sheepish smile as if just realising the current time, "I'm really sorry, baby. I could have sworn it was only two o'clock just five minutes ago. Just bear with me for a moment longer; I'm saving my progress, and then we can head home."
Perched on the couch behind him, you shot a surprised glance at the generous opening of his shirt. Narrowing your eyes with a hint of suspicion, you crossed your arms over your chest, "Yah, Kim Hongjoong. Are you trying to seduce me?"
He blinked, trying to comprehend what you were referring to until he followed your gaze and looked down at his attire. Only then did he grasp the extent of the undone buttons. After a moment, a smirk played on his lips, his heart swelling with affection as he relished the adorably sleepy expression on your face while you pouted at him.
"Perhaps I am. It looks like I struggle with buttoning my shirt properly. Would you mind doing it for me?" He teased, powering off his PC and moving over to sit beside you. His hands instinctively found yours as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Or... would you prefer to undo them all for me instead?"
His suggestive words elicited a gasp from you, and you playfully slapped his chest, "Are you serious? We're in your workplace!"
Grinning, he held your hand against his chest, "So, does that mean if we were at home right now, you would have welcomed this idea wholeheartedly, hm?"
"Y-youâ"
Before you could utter anything further, he was already intoxicated by the comforting fragrance of your perfume, leaning in to capture your lips and silence you.
Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness, considering he had always been reserved about public displays of affection, especially at his workplace where colleagues could walk in at any moment. You figured that sleep deprivation must be getting to him, daring him to take such a risk. After a few unsuccessful attempts to push him away, you surrendered, closing your eyes and kissing him back, melting into his embrace.
Maybe you should have trusted your instincts and stopped things before they reached a point of no return.
The next thing you knew, the door to his studio creaked open, and the voice of his producer, Eden, sounded, "Hongjoong-ah, you're still here? Go home already. Your poor girlfriend must be exhausted waitingâ"
He stood still at the entrance as both of you jumped apart, "W-well, it looks like she's not too tired, but that's all the more reason to go home, right? Please don't taint the studio."
You buried your face in your hands as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded vigorously, "Y-yes, hyung! We're leaving now!"
After Eden left, you shot him a glare, and he scoffed, pulling you onto your feet and into his waiting arms, "Don't give me that look as if you didn't kiss me back just as eagerly."
Your heart raced at his following words, "Come on, let's hurry home. We should probably finish what we started."
"You need sleep, Joong."
"Not until I have you first, baby."
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I know I said I was gonna start working on my thesis but GOOD LORD, I could not get producer Joong out of my mind. Also, thank you so much for 1.2k followers, holy crap!
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No way! Luffy has a Wife?!
Monkey D. Luffy x Wife!Reader
Summary: an amalgamation of many requests on others finding out Luffy is married.
A/n: Thanks @matronofthevoid for the prompt of Boa Hancock and to the other anonymous DMâs requesting others
Part VII
After a few weeks of Monkey Y/nâs Wanted posters circulating, the world government has issued a retraction after being unable to locate the marriage certificate of Luffy and Y/n.
The marines have since issued new Wanted posters, removing the family name âMonkeyâ followed by the following description.
âY/n, Wanted Dead or Alive for 200 million berries after assaulting a marine officer for insulting childhood friend Monkey D. Luffy. The bounty has been increased as Y/n is confirmed to be an official member of the strawhat pirates after eye-witness testify Y/n claiming allegiance to the strawhat captain in wholecake Island. The World Government would also like to retract any claims or statements of the marriage between the pair due to lack of evidence to support claim.â
Whilst it true the new posters and description have been issued- not everyone has received the new news.
Shanks - Receiving the original poster
âHey captain! Check this out!â Yassop howls in laughter with Lucky Roux, throwing a newly issued bounty down into their captains lap.
Wanted Dead or Alive. Monkey. Y/n. 100m berries.
Shanks eyes widen slightly at the name.
âLuffyâs a grown man now, wife and allâŚâ Shanks mutters, his eyes shining with pride before quickly faltering to horror. âThat little twerp got married and didnât even invite me?! Can you believe that?!â
Silvers Rayleigh - Receiving the original poster
Shakuyaku smirks down at the news paper below her, taking a good long drag from the cigarette sitting loosely between her fingers.
âWhatâs got you smiling like that?â Rayleigh steals a glance at the papers. âWell would you look at that⌠the boys not completely hopeless after all.â
Boa Hancock - Receives the new posters
As all of the Kuja warriors suspected. Their beautiful loving Empress has been bedridden for weeks.
The wanted posterâŚ
The description of Luffyâs marital statusâŚ
It was all far too much for the tender hearted empress.
But as soon as Gloriosa received the newest issue, she figuratively bolted to the empresses bed chamber. âIâve come bearing great news!â Gloriosa announces, pulling the blanket off of the rotting figure that is Boa Hancock.
He matted hair remains tangled, her swollen eyes pinching together tighter at the exposure of light. âLeave at once you old hag! Leave me to my suffering!â Hancock wails, pulling weakly at the bedcovers.
âHe isnât married!â Gloriosa announces as Hancock sits up rapidly. âLuffy! He isnât married- it was just a false report! Theyâre only childhood friends!â The angelic expression that follow was so blindingly beautiful, Gloriosaâs memory lapsed at the beauty that is her Empress.
âLuffy my love! I knew it! You shall be mine! No woman is qualified for his affections!â Hancock swoons.
Monkey D. Garp - Receives the new poster
âSee Koby?! I knew it wasnât true!â Helmeppo scrutinises the posters hung up on the wall.
âY/n Wanted Dead or Aliveâ
Koby shrugs indifferently. Whilst it might be true Luffy and Y/n arenât married, is it really so crazy to believe Luffy has romantic interests? Well according to Helmeppo, such a statement is ridiculous.
âWhat are you two bickering about now?â Garp grumbles, shoving his hand into the bucket of popcorn and into his mouth by the fist fulls.
âSir- you would know more than that Luffy couldnât possibly be married.â Helmeppo guestures to Y/nâs new poster.
There was a moment of silence before Garp dropped his bucket of popcorn to the floor, snatching the poster as his eyes widen in horror. âHuh?! So that little brat went and became a pirate after all?! Does anyone listen to me?! First Ace, then my idiot grandson and now my angel?!â Storming to his desk, Garp continues to mutter to himself under his breath, riffling through the papers until he is able to extract a report pertaining to your bounty from the pile.
You were Garpâs one saving grace.
The one and only rambunctious child that didnât go over to the dark side, but based off the report- itâs still his idiot grandsons fault.
If he didnât become a pirate then you wouldnât have gained a wanted poster defending his honour like the noble angel you are.
âSir - you would know more than anyone. Is Luffy and Y/n married or not?â Koby asks, only for Garps eyes to remain dark and downcast in angst.
âUnofficially.â He mutters only for Helmeppo to cringe at the confirmation.
âSo itâs true then?! Strawhat really does have a wife?!â Helmeppo shouts in horror, needing desperately for Garp to tell him the honest truth.
âHuh?â Garp picks his nose mindlessly as he thinks back. âThat idiot has been claiming theyâve been married for years⌠guess he just finally wore her down.â
Bartolomeo - Receives the new poster
âAnd Y/n defended Sir Luffy by knocking that filthy marine out in one hard punch!â Bartolomeo praises, dabbing a moist tissue to his eyes. âItâs just so beautiful! Sir Luffy deserves nothing less than a devoted wife to defend his honour.â Bartolomeo throws himself onto the floor as he continues to sob hysterically. âAnd - to think- theyâre childhood friends! Truely a romantic story for the ages!â
The crew begin to cry in unison. âHow can people deny their marriage?!â Some sobbing crewman questions, blowing his nose into his own shirt.
âThey donât need no stinkâin piece of paper! We will help sir Luffy by spreading their grand love story far and wide for all to hear!â
Y/n - Receives the new poster
âHey have you guys seen Y/n?â Luffy questions, scratching his head absentmindedly.
Zoro points lazily towards the head of the Thousand Sunny where you appear to be sitting glumly. You begin to make the face you always do when you are sad.
âIâm sorry Luffy- I didnât mean to upset her.â Chopper mutters sadly. But Zoro only drops his heavy hand on Choppers head. âY/nâs bounty went up, I went to show her, but then she got really upset.â Chopper holds up the newly issued Wanted poster of Y/n.
âHey itâs not your fault, all you did was show her the new poster.â Zoro reassures but Choppers shoulders sink further.
Luffy snatches Namiâs pen from her hand and begins to scribble on the Wanted poster.
âLuffy! What the hell-â Luffy tosses the pen back on the table and stalks back off towards his gloomy wife.
âOi! Have you seen your new wanted poster? Looks like your bounty went up since youâre officially in my crew now.â Luffy announces ecstatically, shoving the wrinkly paper into your hands.
You begin to slouch into yourself. You knew it was silly but it was heart wrenching to finally have a family name only of it to be taken at a moments notice. âMonkeyâ was not a last name you even earnt. But even so, it was nice to feeling like you belonged somewhere.
âYeah, what about it?â Your voice shrivels up on the spot.
Looking down at the wanted poster you see your name haphazardly scribbled âMonkey Y/nâ
Tears threatened to well-up. Without you even admitting out loud - Luffy somehow knew exactly what upset you and how to fix it. âYouâre so dumb sometimes yaâknow?â Luffy states rhetorically, which only makes you begin to boom with laughter. âHow many more times do I have to remind you? Youâre my wife. You donât need some piece of paper to give you a last name. Because I already gave you my last name.â You begin to grin at your sweet loveable doofus. âBut if you need a piece of paper, then take that. I wrote it myself and everything- Kay?â He asks only for you to spring on top of Luffy, pulling him into a lethal tight hug.
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A heart Made of Glass ch. 13
Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.
Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision
Warnings: Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. More tags as the story progess.
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story, I did all the tags you guys ask for but if I forgot someone please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you for the support.
Oh, I am back and this chapter is a wrap-up for the confrontation between Reader and Wanda. They had been given a moment of solitude before going back to their own reality, can they really get past through everyting that happened to them in the past?
Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Epilogue
Chapter 13
Can we change the past?
You never imagined this ordeal would end in the way it did.
The universe you left behind came crumbling down under the weight of its own shaky foundations, it became a cold unfitting world that disappear the moment you and the others touched the land of another Universe.
Everything was kind of blurry from the on.
You knew Wanda was taken away, and soon after you were also being carried to a room in which you lost consciousness after your body finally gave up. Your mind didnât have the time to think about what had happened or what would happen after you were completely recover. You let things happened, and in that time you gave yourself to a blissful mindfulness in which you knew, sooner or later, you would need to face everything you had been running from.
It soon became evident that time was running out, with people coming in and out of your room checking over your physical and mental well-being before asking uneasy questions. Sometimes you would evade those questions, and some others you would give vague answers that would tell the others you were no fool.
You stretched out grasping thin air in your fist, tilting your head you started making a small sequence of Tai Chi you had learnt from Yelena. After more than a week of being in the hospital, you were finally able to feel your body as yours again. Your muscles flexed, and the shadows under your feet stirred with the silent command of your thoughts. You smiled glancing at your reflection through the window, everything was working just fine and you knew you were ready to go back home.
The door behind you cracked, and the knob turned to the left revealing the single figure of Doctor Jean Grey. The woman was beautiful, and her smile was infectious always putting your mind at ease.
âHello, Y/N, how are you this morning?â
âDoc, Iâm doing better now, thank you.â You spined around slowly, the shadows wavering around until they covered your feet, your smile grew cocking your head to follow the lead of your left arm then your right one.
âI certainly felt much better now.â
âI can see that.â The woman smile stepping closer to your bed while placing a single file on the breakfast table.
âTell me you cam here with good news.â
Jean offered a single smile while taking a seat, she sat waiting for you to settle down on the bed. The room soon filled with silence that was only broken by the busy morning routine right outside your room. You had learnt your room was in one of the busiest wings in the hospital back in the Tower. Wanda had not been that lucky, though.
âWell, I do come with news, if they are good or not depend entirely on you.â Jean could see the change in you, even through the easy smile you wore the young doctor could see you were being overly cautious.
âOkay, Iâm listening.â
Doctor Jean Gray sauntered inside the room with a light blush on her cheeks. Her eyes twinkling merrily glancing at the chart in her hands before settling then on you.
For some reason, the reaction of the woman made you squirm uncomfortably. You had been in this universe for two days now, but it wasn't until now that you were forced to go inside the examination room and get yourself a quick check-up. It was quite evident that in this world mutants and superpowered individuals were treated differently, and the rules governing each one of them were set to get control on the population.Â
âYou seemed rather chirp today, Doc, good news for you or me?â
Jean chuckled, placing the chart on the bed before putting a chair close to the bed.
âIt's my anniversary, and I received quite the news today.â She stated tilting her head, you smiled back at her.
âCongratulations, then.âÂ
Jean nodded, putting a strand of hair out of her face, âthank you.â
âSo that would be for you, what about me?â You finally asked leaning forward, your eyes drifting to the chart in your bed.
âEverything seems to be okay.â
âButâŚ?â You arched a brow when Jean leaned back on the chair offering a serious facade.
âYou had been quite silent in the last couple of days, keeping yourself out of everyone's way and most importantly,â here Jean stopped as if measuring her words, âyour avoidance of your particular predicament has raised some concerns on our end.â
Silence followed such a declaration, you dared to lock eyes with the woman sitting in front of you well-aware of her ability to read beyond your initial thoughts. Jean didn't move nor did she give any indication of breaking into small talk, I stead she seemed to sit there and wait patiently for you to speak.
âIâm not sure I want to have this conversation.â You sighed, lifting a hand to the back of your head, scratching the nape of your neck. âBut I guess it is inevitable.â
âIt is.â Jean softened her features, grabbing the file she left on your bed, she opened it in a single page while presenting the form to you.
âHowâŚhow is she?â Your voice was above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Jean to hear it.
The woman leaned back letting you read the file while she started talking.Â
âShe is doing better now, trying to recover her magical core had been quite the challenge but our own team of witches and healers had come together to help around.âÂ
There was nothing much you could do but nod, your eyes drifted to the file with your thoughts trying to focus on a single issue at a time. Ever since the five of you got to that universe everything had been but a blur; your Wanda was taken straight to the hospital and she had been looked after Tony's team back in the Avengers Tower.Â
âThat's good.â
âI just want to do one last check-up before clearing you up, America has been waiting for you and the twins are very excited as well.â Jean chuckled, standing up making her way to the closest drawer and putting some surgical gloves out. âThey seemed to think that having a pair of moms at their disposal would give them some kind of advantage in their mischief.â
You tried to hide your expression from the other woman, but it was inevitable. Jean offered a sympathetic smile while getting to work.Â
âThey are just childrenâŚâ you mumbled feeling your body warm up, your muscles twitching just as Jean started testing your reflex. âI don't think they understand that much.â
âMm, you would be surprised how much Billy and Tommy understand about the situation.â Jean leaned back, lifting her left hand and letting it hover right on top of your forehead. âThey are pretty smart, and sensitive.â
You pressed your lips together not wanting to go into a discussion. Not that you could raise any arguments against that statement, you had noticed just how sensitive they were and how smart they were. They had come that first time into your room calling you mom without a care in the world, telling you about their day while also making you aware of how they had sneaked in to see you and Wanda.
Your counterpart had been amused by your reaction, while her Wanda had been just a tad bit concerned about the confusion the whole situation could create in the children.Â
âIf I were to be honest, you look more confused than them.â
âYou told me you don't read minds unless you have permission.â You replied furrowing your brows, Jean had the sense of looking embarrassed but never lost her smile when looking back at you.
âYou kind of scream that thought at me, sometimes it is inevitable.â
Jean then leaned back, grabbing your file and writing some notes down.Â
âI think you're ready to go.â Jean cocked her head when the first thing you did was jump down the bed and go to the closest chair holding your clothes. âBut WandaâŚâ
You winced, grabbing your clothes tightly before turning around, this time around Jean was looking serious, her eyes gleaming lightly.
âWhat about Wanda?â
The silence grew around the both of you, your body was already tensing the muscles you would need to run. Jean opened her mouth only to close it again as if she didn't know what to say or how to say it.Â
âI think you should visit her, it can make a difference in her recovery.â
At the end of the day, this last visit from Jean Grey was just that, another attempt from these people to go to Wanda and make sure she was okay. For you to stop running and face her taking ownership of what would happen next.
It was complicated.
And you were unsure as to how to proceed or what was expected of you.
âLook, I justâŚâ
âMOM!!!!â
Not sooner had you heard such a scream, you found yourself being tackled by a pair of bouncing kids. Your heart skipped a beat with your arms lifted at your shoulders height while the kids had their faces up to look at you with toothy grins. They were quite adorable, and in reality a part of you seemed to just instantly loved them, noticing the likeness they had to Wanda and yourself.
âOkay, guys letâs back up a little, remember what we talked to you about?âÂ
The room was suddenly very crowded, your counterpart came right in followed by America and Pietro. It became quite apparent that everyone was waiting for Jean to finish her last check-up on you before getting into the room and see how you were doing. You placed your hands on the twinâs heads ruffling their hair playfully while offering a tentative smile.Â
âThatâs okay, Iâm getting used to the enthusiastic greeting.â
âAnd them calling you mom?â Pietro inquired, quaking his brow while placing his hands in his pockets.
You couldnât help the little wince, recoiling from the comment with your body turning to the chair and grabbing your clothes once more. Billy and Tommy glanced at one another, with Billy opening his eyes really big while making a gesture with his head.Â
âAnyway, Iâm just glad to know your good to go, because I was thinking we can go right ahead and get a look around and perhapsâŚâ America started babbling making her way to your bed.
You nodded absentmindedly, your attention drifting for a moment to your counterpart and Jean that had decided to step out of the room to have a small conversation. You couldnât help but wonder what exactly was going on, and what they were discussing with your thoughts going over and over to the woman that was still unconscious somewhere inside the building.Â
Everything was strange in this universe.Â
A part of you knew that sooner or later the conversation of Wanda and you going back to your respective reality would come; but it was quite evident everyone was waiting for the right moment to intervene and perhaps get something done.Â
âWell, I think you better change so we can get out of here,â Pietro broke your line of thoughts, his eyes gleaming mischievously with his lips curling into a familiar expression. âBilly and Tommy prepare something for you, and I bet you are dying to eat something that isnât hospital food.â
âYou are completely right on that one, Iâm going to change and thenâŚyou guys can show me a good time.â
You offered a tentative smile, your heart dropping for a moment when the twins cheered babbling non-stop to America and Pietro. For a brief moment you wonderedâŚ
âŚwas this what you were missing back home?
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You had been welcomed inside the household of your counterpart.Â
This time around, the guest room had been prepared and you could enjoy the joys of a soft bed and a nice view of the backyard while trying to get some sleep. The day had been quite unexpected, with the twins and America being active participants in different forms of conversations and different sets of games and rambles that you were not prepared to share with these people.
You had tried to get away from it, but Billy and Tommy were very adamant on having you close and including you in every single moment of their afternoon. You didnât fight too hard to not be there, though. After a while you realised Wanda would not be joining the family outing and actually your counterpart ended up being just a good source of geek material that differed from the one you had in your own world.Â
Not for a single moment did anyone mention the white elephant in the room.
And for that you were quite grateful.
But now, in the middle of the night with the stars twinkling above your head and everyone sleeping in the house you couldn't help but think about it. Time was running out, sooner or later you would need to go back and face the consequences of what happened back in Norway and in that other universe.Â
Sooner or later you would need to face Wanda once more.
âIt is pretty late for you to be thinking so loud.âÂ
You kept your attention on the stars, the room was completely dark which was one of the reasons as to why you knew she had come home already. The young woman took a few steps forward until she was standing beside you, her face turned to the sky with her arms hugging her tightly.
âI just couldnât go back to sleep.â You shrugged leaning against the wall, your head tilted to the side. âIt was quite an exciting day, I think Iâm still in a sugar rush.â
Wanda chuckled, lowering her head, her eyes gleaming lightly, turning her attention to you.
âSo I heard. The twins really took you everywhere and made sure you taste everything back in the restaurant, didnât they?â
Your face fell when the memories of that day came back, the twins had never left your side while telling you stories about their adventures. Not for a single moment did they think or even entertained the idea of them not being part of your life in your other world. For them it had been natural to make sure that you and Wanda did not forget about them. That was one of the reasons why it had been a shock for them to find out you and they didnât know about that restaurant.
âYou should tell our other selves about this place, mom! I know they will love it!â
âYeah, we love it, and you love bringing us here!â
It still burnt that this life was not yours, but there was nothing you could do.Â
Wanda could read your thoughts; she could sense your pain and it was something she couldnât take. Not with you. Wanda dropped her arms, stepping closer to you. Her hand felt warm on your face, brushing away your hair and mapping out the form of your jaw. It was so unexpected you couldnât help but freeze in place the tension evident in the contraction of your muscles, your left foot stepping back and stopping waiting for the other foot to join. It didnât happen, though, you stood there waiting for something else to happen.Â
âThey are good kids.â Your voice trembled at the very end of that sentence, but your eyes never waver in their hold of those green irises.
âThey are. They are very much your children as much as they are mine.â Wanda offered a timid smile that soon vanished, whatever hold she had on you broke and the young woman turned around as if ready to leave.Â
The tension in your body didnât leave, and your mind was poking at you uncomfortably pressing over for you to speak. To say something, to ask the question you were dying to ask but didnât dare to do so. It looked as if nothing else was going to be said that day, as if nothing else was going to happen and you were trying to get a hold of your beating heart when Wanda stopped by the door turning to the side and locking her eyes with yours.
âYou will need to face her sooner or later, Y/N.â Wanda let her words sink in, her eyes softening lightly when she could sense the conflict inside of you.Â
âDo I have to?â The question left your lips before you could stop it, Wanda lifted her shoulder stepping back.Â
âI think you know the answer to that question,â she stated letting out a tired yawn, âwhat you really need to ask yourself, though is what would happen if that confrontation doesnât come the way you expect it to be? What if it becomes everything you thought impossible with her? Are you ready to face that conversation? Are you ready to make a decision for you and her?â
You hated the fact this Wanda was so insightful and you hated even more that she was right. That was the real reason as to why you couldnât sleep, as to why you were trying to bury your emotions and your memories, while also running away from what you were experimenting with. Of the changes that had come knocking on your door all those months ago.
âHave a good night, Y/N, rest and follow your instincts on this one because theyâŚâ Wanda left the sentence in the air, and it was you the one to finish it.
âThey had never failed me.â
There was a flash of a smile and then Wanda left, closing the door behind her.Â
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But trying to follow your instincts was easier said than done.
A part of you knew the meeting was inevitable, after all, the both of you needed to go back to your respective Universe and this would never happen if you two kept on avoiding one another. But then, there was another part, the one you had been carrying with you for far too long, that was afraid of a confrontation that might broke your heart all over again. Â
You played with time for as long as you could, taking advantage of Tonyâs curiosity and Lokiâs infinite questions. You became very helpful of Wong and Hankâs questions, and you couldnât help but give in the twinâs whims every night before going to bed. Nevertheless, you had the days count on that universe, and it wasnât as if you really wished to stay. You missed home, and you missed your friends and family; but the final step to get everything ready to go back was something you had never felt ready to do.
On the fifth morning you woke up on a guest room, you knew you couldn't run anymore. America had finished her breakfast and Y/N was reading the paper, no one did or said anything for a moment until you sat at the table with the coffee warming up the mug in your hands.
âWanda is fully recovered.â Your counterpart stated, never leaving her eyes from the page she was reading, âshe is confused, a little weak but ready to talk and go back home.â
âTalk?â You asked a little harsher than you were meant to.
Y/N lifted a single brow, her lips pursing tightly.
âWith you.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but a kick on your leg made you stop. America was glaring at you, her head shaking slightly opening her eyes and glancing meaningfully at your counterpart.
âI know, I justâŚâ
Y/N sighed, closing the paper and placing it slowly on the counter. Her eyes pierced you with a gaze filled with emotion, you shifted on the chair trying to look away but unable to do so.
âWhether you want it or not, you will need to have this confrontation. Whatever you are afraid of facingâŚI think you should get your shit together and face it right away. You are running out of time, and excuses.â
Your counterpart finished her tirade with a slap to the table, shaking her head as she stood up and left the kitchen. You cocked your head until you found America glancing at you.
âI guess there is no running from this, is it?â
America shrugged, biting her lower lip, âI guess not.â
You lowered your eyes to the counter before lifting them to ensure America was paying attention to you.
âOnce this is over, are you staying or are you coming back with us?â The question caught her off of guard, America was looking shocked and her mouth tried to form a specific thought but was unable to respond right away.
You chuckled standing up, your hand on her shoulder.
âYou would be more than welcome back home, but I know you missed this place greatly.â You squeezed her shoulder before walking away, a single wall of dark shadows spreading before you. âThink about it, America, I'll be back in a few hours and we will talk about me and Wanda going back home.â
âI will think about it.â America mumbled offering a half smile. âGood luck.â
You winked at her trying to show more confidence than you actually felt before crossing over the shadows and disappearing into them. The trip was short, with the shadows embracing you with a cold hold leading through the space until you stepped inside a dimly lit hall.
The place was completely silent, though you could make out the sound of chatter in the distance. You lowered your gaze to the floor, our ears twitching lightly ignoring the rest of the sounds and focusing on your heartbeat.
The last couple of months have been a complete rollercoaster for you. You never imagined, even in your wildest dreams, that Wanda would show at your doorstep with a young woman asking for help. For a very long time, you had put in the back of your mind the confrontation with Wanda. A part of you knew it would come, eventually. But you never intended to be the one to take the first step for the meeting to happen.
When you got to see Wanda face to face, and actually talk to her, your world came crumbling down around you. The barriers you had built around your heart and mind ended up not being as strong and resilient as thought them to be. Your heart still missed a beat at the sound of her laughter, and your hardened façade went away as soon as you saw the suffering and the heartbreak in those green eyes.
Wanda would always be one of your greatest weaknesses.Â
And you hated yourself for that.
It was as if your own suffering didn't matter, as long as Wanda was fine and didn't have to feel what you felt. Yet you refused to believe her words or even offer forgiveness for the wrong doings in the past. All of this came crashing down in a single meeting, all the doubts and pain came back, but also the yearning and the confusion you were threatening to overwhelm you and leave you without a way out.Â
You took a deep breath, your hand running through your hair helping your uneasiness. You closed for a brief moment, and your mind went blank emptying any thoughts that might come in and make you falter in your actions. The last couple of days, and actually the last couple of months, you had thought about this moment; you had given yourself and her a chance to step aside and let the past in the past and for the both of you ready to face the present without thinking too much about the future.
The room was in complete darkness, the lights were out and the curtains were still closed. You could hear the monitor in the corner, the bed occupied the left side of the room leaving a big sofa and a couple of chairs on the right. Hanging from the wall you could see the TV that was huge enough to almost cover the wall, the only thing that prevented this from happening was the side door leading to the bathroom. Tony was really into luxury, you closed the door behind you a little unsure on how to proceed.
The tension around the room only increased when you felt a pair of eyes on you. It didn't take too long for you to know who it was, you stepped forward making your way to the curtains.Â
âWould you mind if I open them up? I prefer the natural light of the day instead of the artificial ones.â You turned lightly, finally locking your eyes with those of Wanda.
Your Wanda.
âThat's fine.â She replied, her voice was but a whisper but you could get the strong laced tone that Scarlet used whenever she talked to you.
The room changed under the light of the day, while there was not much sun the sky was cloudless and the position of the tower as well as the floor you two were currently in allowed for the perfect setting for natural light. You glanced around a city that was familiar yet strange, the weight of that stare didn't leave you, not even when you finally turned around to lock eyes with her.
âYou look fine.â Wanda lowered her chin, her fingers twitching on top of the bed wanting to do or say something else but unsure where her relationship with you stood at the moment.
âI wasn't that badly injured, but I think I did need the rest.â You took a step forward, then another until you were actually standing beside Wanda.
Wanda hesitated for a moment before moving to the left, she chewed on her lower lip before patting the spot on the bed.
âYou can sit here, if ⌠if you want, there is also a chair andâŚâ whatever else Wanda was going to say was cut off by you taking her initial offer of sitting on the bed.
Wanda felt her heart do somersaults, her body tingling at your closeness and the little voice she had come to recognize as Scarletâs whispering to her telling her to close the distance, to grab your hand, to not let you go. But she held back knowing that her position was precarious at best and whatever you had come to discuss with her needed to be addressed first.Â
âHow are you?â You fixed your position on the bed, well aware that the only thing you needed was to lower your arm and your hand would be touching Wanda's one.Â
âI'm better now, a little sore and getting use toâŚâ here Wanda trailed off with her brows creasing a little, âto be complete, I guess. It's difficult, but I think I am ready.â
Her words held a decisive tone, but her eyes were flashing the doubts running inside her mind. You realised right there and then that nothing much had changed in the last couple of years, there were things you could still read about her.Â
âReady for what?â You asked quietly, Wanda sighed shrugging.
âGoing back.â She replied simply. âGetting out of your way, out of your lifeâŚI did promise you after all of this was over I wouldn't bother you any moreâŚâ
Her words stung your heart, spreading an electrifying pain all through your body until it hit your brain. You didn't understand why, exactly. That had been the deal, to help her out and then get her out of your life. Then, if you knew what was going to happen, how it would end, why were you having these doubts? Why did it hurt?
Wanda was in her own thoughts, a part of her she had tried to suppress, the one she tried to deny stirred in anger. Wanda wanted to speak out, to tell you she didn't want to go and that she certainly didn't want to pretend nothing had happened in the last couple of months. That seeing you had been one of her greatest joys in life, but it had also brought pain and sadness, that being in this universe seeing the twins and facing what could have beenâŚ
Without really noticing, tears started falling rolling down her cheeks while her heart shrank with the weight of her emotions. Wanda refused to give in, her fists closing tightly and her tears breaking her composure and without really wanting to she finally broke in front of you.
You observed the full process, the way her face changed and the tears pilling up her eyes. Wanda was trying to bottle up whatever she was feeling, whatever she was thinking. It was so easy to ignore everything the other woman was experiencing; it was easy to hold onto your shared past.Â
But this was Wanda.
And you couldn't ignore her. That was the reason why you had to disappear after the breakup.
With a tentative touch, you let your hand fall on top of hers. Your thumb drew circles before leaning in and wrapping her in a hug. Wanda held onto you, her sobs filling the room while her hands tried to grasp your clothes. You didn't say anything, but for some reason you could feel it.
The apology you never allowed her to share with you. The broken heart she had been wearing ever since that day.Â
âI'm sorry, I'm sorryâŚâ
Wanda cried and once she started she couldn't stop. Fixing your position on the bed you made sure she was comfortably resting her weight on your left side, putting comforting arms around her while soothing her body with sweet caresses you had dared to make in anyone but her.
Whatever conversation you were meant to have with her, whatever it was you had come to talk to her about soon crumbled under the pressure of her tears and your own feelings for her.Â
And just like that, you knew you couldn't let her go.
Not without a real conversation.
And not without a fight.
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Wanda was not completely sure when she fell asleep, but right now she was completely aware of being awake resting on top of you with the warmth and comfort of your presence soothing her soul.
Her body tensed right away, though soon she relaxed into the embrace having noticed your even breathing and the relaxed posture of your body. You had fallen asleep as well and, at some point the both of you had ended up sharing the small hospital bed without anyone coming over to interrupt that moment.
Wanda nuzzled her face against your neck, she wished this was something she would share with you every day. How she had missed waking up in your arms, to see your smile in the mornings and your hyperactive body demand for the morning routine. Everything was so messed up, and she didn't know when she allowed her world to crumble into nothingness.
Her heart trembled with emotion, and her thoughts formed an idea Wanda knew was not completely hers but a figment of Scarlet.Â
You have to fight back! You need to get her back! You need to tell her everything we discovered! Everything we know!
Her voice was demanding, yet it held a hint of desperation that Wanda was familiar with. It was the same voice she had woken up to back in the battlefield after the snap, the same one she had heard countless of times whenever she thought about you or a way to recover her life. Everything had been so complicated, yet it could had been so easy to recover her life to actually try to make a change and reconcile with everyone.
There were no more tears in her eyes, and the sadness and sorrow she had lived with all her life was a burden she was tired to carry with her. With some reluctance, Wanda let go of you stirring in the bed while trying to be careful in her movements, she missed your closeness and the warm that your body had provided but it was time for her to stand up.
You need to fight for her, you cannot lose her. Not again.
The voice echoed inside her head, and Wanda knew this time around she couldnât allow her fears to stop her from at least getting a chance to be your friend. With that thought in mind, Wanda stood on weakened feet gathering her strength before walking towards the closes wardrobe and grabbing some clothes. She gave you one last glance before making her way to the bathroom, she would need to get ready for what would come next.
It was the cold what wake you up.
The cold and the fact you missed the weight of someone resting on your left side, you sighed blinking owlishly while patting the side of the bed where you were pretty sure your companion had been resting. In those glorious moments between being awake and asleep, you were trying to grasp the reality of the woman you had been holding. Your memory groggily moving through the smell of her shampoo, and the softness of her skin and thenâŚ
You remembered.
Wanda had been crying, you had held her, you had fallen asleepâŚ
You stood up so fast that you fell of the bed hitting your head against the night table, while hitting your ass on the ground.
âUgh, fuckâŚâ
âAre youâŚare you alright? WhatâŚdid you fall off the bed?â
You wished you could hide, but instead of that you lifted your face to see Wanda standing by the bed trying to hold back her laughter just as her eyes gleamed with worry. You could sense the blush forming on your cheeks, while your whole body seemed to protest under the pain of the hits you got when falling.
âIâŚyes, I justâŚwoke up too fast andâŚI fell off the bed.â
That was all that Wanda needed to start laughing, she couldnât help herself. She had seen you woke up and then lose all control while getting your feet entangled on the sheets and falling on your ass. It had been funny, and the fact that you now looked all embarrassed and were pouting made for the scene not only something funny but quite adorable.
You huffed trying to stand up, rolling your eyes while the other woman held against the bed trying to control her laughter.
âYeah, yeah, laugh all you want, little witchâŚâ the nickname slipped your lips without giving it a second thought. That made the laughter died and once more the room was filled with a tension neither one of you were ready to maintain.
âIâm sorry itâs justâŚyour face, and the way you fell, so full of graceâŚâ
âI bet.â You rolled your eyes trying to check your head and body before settling your eyes on Wanda.
The young woman had put on some jeans and a white blouse, while her hair was still wet after the bath. You furrowed your brows looking away while catching the time on the clock on the wall. It was almost midday, which would explain why you were so hungry all of a sudden.
âI guess you really are feeling better.â
Wanda bounced lightly checking her hands and body, she wouldnât say she felt better but she certainly was tired of being in bed while letting everyone come in and out to check her over. This world had a peculiar way to treat people with powers and having so many people with magical abilities come in and check her magical core had been extenuating and rather uncomfortable. The only time she had felt at ease had been with her counterpart, and that had been a whole different situation.
âI just need to get out of here.â Wanda finally revealed offering a half smile, âI heard from one of the nurses they have a nice restaurant right across the street, it has sandwiches and pizzaâŚperhapsâŚâ
You blinked a couple of times at the suggestion, your hand went right away to your pocket and your wallet. You hope the money you carried with you had some sort of value on this place, with a shrugged you nodded your agreement.
âSounds like a plan. Lead the way, then.â
Wanda couldnât hide her smile at the acceptance, she turned around and grabbing a jacket dragged you out of the room making her way directly to the elevator at the end of the hall. None of them noticed the camera watching their every move or the shadowy figure hidden in a close-by room. Your counterpart smirked shaking her head, she owed her wife a nice dinner. Wanda had always been right. Always.
In the security room, Wanda Maximoff allowed a tiny smile on her face, she lifted her stare to Tony and Loki, both of them shook their heads still slightly confused about the interaction.
âNow, what?â Tony finally asked staring at Wanda then at Loki.
âNow, we wait.â Loki replied waving away his hand. âFor now, I think they are right, Iâm starving and you ought to feed us, Stark.â
âWhy is it always my responsibility?â
âYouâre the one with money.â Loki replied ignoring the indignant huff coming from the older man, and the amused chuckled from Wanda.
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The restaurant was almost empty.
There were a few empty tables in the back, the one you chose was perfect for a nice conversation by hiding you two away from imprudent ears. The place was cosy, with decorations of blue and green creating a magical atmosphere with the dim lights around the establishment and the sweet aroma of spices that made you remembered home. You sat down facing Wanda who was looking troubled at the moment.
The waitress dedicated you a timid smile while putting a strand of hair behind her ear.
âWelcome to the Sandwich Emporium, what can I get you today?â Her question was directed at you, and her eyes never even bothered to look away as you grabbed the menu she was offering.
âIâm not sure, what do you recommend?â You glanced at the menu then back at Wanda, the redhead was glaring at the menu pursing her lips lightly while you merely frowned.
âWell, that depends on what are you looking for,â her tone of voice didnât leave anything to the imagination, and you couldnât help but raise a single eyebrow at that. The young woman opened her eyes wide blushing profusely. âI meanâŚIâŚâ
âShe is having La Tricolore and Iâm having La Tartuffo.â Wanda point two pictures on the menu, before handing it over to the waitress, her eyes gleaming strangely while you just blinked slightly confused. âAnd Iâm having some water, and she is having a cappuccino.â
âVery well, Iâll be right back.â The young woman left rather quickly, her ears burning red after having come across the redhead.
You had your eyebrows raised glancing over at Wanda who was trying rally hard to ignore you. After a moment she finally let out a heavy sigh, her head turned away from you.
âLa Tricolore has beef, cheese, some hazelnuts, and that pistachio cream youâŚâ here Wanda trailed off opening her eyes when she realized what she had done. âIâm sorry, IâŚâ
âI like it, sounds delicious.â You placed your hands on the table not really bothered by what had happened but rather confused. âIâm surprised you remember.â
âI never forget.â Wanda brushed her hair away lifting her face to finally lock her eyes with yours. âI alwaysâŚremember, Y/N.â
âI remembered too, Wanda. I remembered everything.â You stated but whatever anger you had held it had given way to bitterness and sadness.
Wanda winced tapping on the table before wiggling her hands together.
âIâŚI never got toâŚâ She tilted her head, and you could see the tears hidden behind those green eyes. âIâm sorry.â
It didnât even cover what had happened, all the pain she had caused on that day. But those words made your soul tremble, you scoffed shaking your head leaning back on the seat.
âIt is too late, donât you think?â You could see your words hurt her, and everything you had lived up to that point came rushing in piling up inside your mind until you just put everything away and left what was important.
Wanda nodded defeated, âI know, I justâŚI never got to say it to you.â
But it wasnât about asking for forgiveness, and you knew that. And Wanda was also well aware of the fact. The question was not about forgiveness, the question was if you could move forward after everything that had happened.
âI never got to say it, I messed up. I was so afraid, I justâŚI didnât know what to do, how to react, how toâŚdeal with everything.â
Wanda spoke with a clear desperation tinge in her words, you could see the crumbling behind her eyes, how her soul would tremble while trying to tell you everything that you didnât want to hear ten years ago.
âVision was convenient.â Wanda said, this time around she grabbed the seat tightly her body completely tensed making her neck hurt as she forced herself to keep her head up and look at you. âI was so afraid, so lost andâŚand Itâs not an excuse! I deserve your hatred! I deserved your anger! I justâŚâ
âYou could have told me, you know?â You finally said when it was obvious Wanda couldnât continue talking. âI was there for you, and I could have helped. I thought you trusted me but instead of telling me whatever was happening youâŚâ
This was not the conversation the both of you were supposed to have, or at least it wasnât supposed to be this way. You werenât supposed to understand, but to stand your ground and tell Wanda how much of a bitch she had been. But the last couple of days had taught you something about yourself, about Wanda and what could have been. And if Wanda was confused you werenât fairing any better.
âI know you donât get it, and thatâs okay because you grew with Natasha and then you have Fury and Maria and YelenaâŚâ Wanda waved her hand weakly, her tears rolling down while her eyes revealed the deep sadness she had always carried with herself.
âI lost everything, and I didnât know how to dealâŚand you were strong, and brave, you were not afraid of anything and I was only me.â Wanda broke into a sob, with a crooked smile that showed you just how broken she was. How lost she was still feeling.
âIâŚafter it happened I neverâŚâ Wanda started but couldnât finish, you perked up at her words because this was something you hadnât bothered to find out.
âWhat happened after I left? Were you happy? Did he make you happy?â You didnât mean to sound so bitter, but your words carry with them poison that you had been holding for far too long.
âI didnât stay with him, Y/N. I tried to look for you, to reach out for you butâŚbut I couldnât and I didnât stay with Vision, I didnât feel anything I just⌠I messed up! Okay? Thatâs what I did, and I didnât know how to make it better and Iâve been trying to be good to make it better all these yearsâŚâ
You wouldn't know about that.
Just as she was trying to do some good, you were trying to forget. It was one of the reasons why you kept yourself out of everyone's business and dealt with the superhero work alone. When Tony and Steve got into that quarrel and you saw what happened back in Lagos you knew you had made the right decision. Then, everything became more complicated and you just busy yourself with other problems, always trying to keep the team away while trying to get glimpses of news about Wanda. You knew it had been hard for her, and you also knew she was never alone.
Vision.
That had always been the main issue, wasn't it?
âI was on the run with the others, but I just wanted to disappear. VisionâŚhe was helping me with getting a new identity.â Wanda leaned back tilting her head to the wall to hide the tears rolling down her cheek.
It was an answer to an unasked question. The conversation died for a moment, the waitress eyed Wanda before offering a smile to you placing the different orders on the table.
âDo you need anything else?â
âNo, thank you.â
âWell, if there is anything I can do, I'm Anne.â The waitress offered one last smile walking backwards and then leaving you two alone.
The food smelled delicious; you grabbed your sandwich allowing Wanda the moment of privacy. The silence grew heavier just as you distracted yourself glancing around the place while taking another bite from your lunch. Â
âI was just trying to live my life, and then when Thanos happenedâŚâ Wanda huffed turning to her food, she was no longer hungry if anything she wanted to disappear.Â
Everything seemed so pointless, the look in your eyes would never leave, and she would go back to a world in which she was despised by the only woman she had ever been in love with.
âThis is really delicious; you should try it.â You interrupted her, offering a full smile while grabbing another bite.
Wanda blinked confused; she kept her eyes on you then back on her food. For a brief moment, she hesitated, she was no longer hungry and if she were to be honest she felt tired. You took a sip from your cappuccino, placing your hand on the table, dangerously close to hers.
âI know you are hungry, Wanda. And I also knowâŚI didn't want to know, but I get it.â You passed your hand on your hair pressing your back on the seat. âI'm tired of this, I justâŚâ
âI can't take it when you look at me like that.â
âLike what?â You crunched up your nose, Wanda lowered her eyes grabbing her food.
âAs if I am nothing to you, as if youâŚyou hate me andâŚâ
She trailed off putting the food in her mouth and silencing her words. You frowned, pursing your lips while playing those words inside your head.Â
âI don't hate you.â You softened your features, your eyes glistening under the weight of memories. âI could never hate you.â
Silence followed your statement, the shivering discomfort of what your words could mean infused the atmosphere with questions Wanda didn't dare to ask. You lowered your gaze and focused completely on the sandwich that was still on the plate, and for a good half hour that was all you and Wanda did.Â
When there was nothing else coming in between the unfinished conversation, Wanda put her hands on the table her eyes down casted. This was actually the very first time the both of you came face to face without anyone or anything coming in between. It was a confrontation you never thought would happen about something you had always imagined. It always came with different scenarios, but the outcome had always been the same. With you finally finding peace and never looking back, and with Wanda filled with regret for what she had lost.
This conversation though was completely different. You lifted your face finding those green eyes staring back at you with longing and a deep sadness that had become characteristic of Wanda.Â
âHow did you end up in Westview?â The question rolled out of your lips with a hint of bitterness you could not hide.
Wanda winced playing the napkin on the table, you waited until the woman started talking again.
âI found the box you hid in your room back at the Avenger's compound.â She stated simply, her lips breaking into a grimace. âI neverâŚafter you left I never went back there until after the battle with Thanos and Steveâs funeral.â
Your eyes opened lightly in realisation; you remembered the box in which you had hidden the future you hoped to share with Wanda. The ring, the map, and the pictureâŚeverything made sense now; now you understood why Wanda had chosen that place and how everything had fit at one point or another. The only thing that was out of place had been Vision, your expression hardened and Wanda could tell you were thinking about Westview the life she had created there.
âI never thought of him, you know? I went there because I wanted toâŚâ Wanda snorted lifting her face to the ceiling, her voice trembling under the weight of the memories. âI wanted to understand, and in a way, I wanted to find a way to go back to you. Not asâŚI mean, I wanted to at least beâŚbe your friend.â
You shifted on the chair hearing as Wanda finally tell you her part of the story, how she had been completely alone after coming back from the Blip. Steveâs funeral showed her just how alone she was, and how lost she really felt; she didnât have a work or a home or even family and friends. She spent her time driving around until she decided to ask for help and went to the only person she could think of: Tony.
In all this time you could see the story behind her eyes, you could read the suffering and the deep sadness in the gestures and the words that carried with them the flashbacks of those days in which you were ignorant of Wandaâs fate.
âI went there to punish myself.â Wanda broke into a bitter smile, âI guess I did a good job.â
âWandaâŚâ You started but the words tangled in your throat, the other woman waited expectantly but after a moment her face fell.
âYou donât have toâŚâ
âYou donât have to punish yourself anymore.â You frowned lowering your gaze to the empty dishes on the table, you were fully aware of her eyes on you. âAll this time, isolating yourself while unable to reach out to anyoneâŚthen, finding yourself in Westview with this AgathaâŚâ
Wanda swallowed down her tears, she was trembling with a flame of hope flickering inside her heart. Wanda knew she had created the world around Westview, she knew that her isolation and her grief had broken out into an explosion of her magic to create a reality she could deal with. But she also knew her magic had been tampered with, and her illusion had been corrupted.
âI never stopped thinking about you.â She whispered with her hands grabbing the chair tightly, her eyes filled with unshed tears.
You nodded standing up while making your way to where she was sitting, you offered your hand though your face never changed. For a brief moment, Wanda hesitated, she glanced at your hand and then with a trembling hand accepted it.
âThey do look like us, you know?â You stated flatly, your hand warm against hers.
Wanda furrowed her brows, her tears rolling down her cheeks but her eyes gleaming in confusion.
âWhy?â
âBilly and Tommy.â You stated simply. âThey do look like us.â
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That night you sat right outside the house.
Music and conversation could be heard in the backyard, with the lights of the kitchen projecting shadows on the grass. The sky above hour head was still showered with white dots that resulted familiar yet so different to what you were used to; the air was cold but nothing you couldnât take in a night like that one.
You took a deep breath filling your lungs with cold air, inside your mind thoughts came crashing down into a myriad of possibilities and plans yet to be executed. The conversation with Wanda had gone unexpectedly well, yet you knew a lot of things needed to be done and said before things would be okay.
âArenât you a little cold out here?â America crunched up her nose trying to balance the two glasses she was carrying with her.
You turned to her, chuckling before stretching a little to help her out.
âArenât you supposed to be a part of this great celebration?â
America shrugged offering a tiny smile, âthe twins are distracted with Wanda, both of them, and the rest is just chattering around.â
âSo you decided to come to me?â You shook your head taking a sip from the beverage the young woman had brought with her. âYouâre crazy.â
âNot as crazy as you are.â America wrapped her hands around the glass eyeing you out of the corner of her eyes. âHow are you?â
âI guess Iâm okay, how about you?â You pointed with your head to the house behind you, âthis is what you missed, isnât it? Now that you are back, wellâŚâ
America nodded turning her body to yours, âI feel happy, but I also feel lost. I know that I found them again, and I have so many possibilities right now, I justâŚâ
 âDonât know what to do?â You asked, America shrugged lowering her eyes.
âIâm finally starting to understand my powers and to get some control over them, if I keep working on them I would be able to travel without getting lost.â America let out a sigh dropping her shoulders, âthose are a lot of possibilities and right now I think I need stability and keep learning.â
âWise words, you have grown some, kiddo.â You bumped against her shoulder; the young woman blushed lightly offering a timid smile. âIt may take time, but Iâm pretty sure you will learn to control them.â
None of you mentioned the possibility of America finding her way back home, while it was an option it didnât mean that America would find it once she had some control on her abilities. But for now, the young woman was happy to learn more about her powers and herself, her heart and soul finally finding a place she could call home.
âYou donât mind me coming back with you and Wanda?â America finally asked biting her lower lip while taking the last sip of her drink to her lips.
âNo, I think itâs going to be fun.â You replied glancing at the young woman, âbut I have to tell you right now, the training is going to be brutal.â
âI didnât expect anything else.â
You chuckled nodding, âgood.â
America straightened up tilting her head to glance at you then back at the house. You knew what the question was she wanted to ask, but you didnât rush it.
âAre you and Wanda going to be okay?â
âI donât know.â The honesty with which you answered that surprised even you, you turned to America with a serious face. âIâm not sure what would happen, America, but I guess Iâm willing to find out.â
âThatâs good, right?â
You shrugged, and the young woman went back to rest her head on your shoulder still highly confused by your answer. The sound of laughter, music and conversation filling out the sudden silence that embrace the both of you, your thoughts coming back to Wanda and the day you had spent with her.
Only time would tell what would happen next, and you were waiting anxiously what would happen next.
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Billy and Tommy were talking non-stop, they were excited showing Wanda the latest project they had been working on back at school. The young woman could hardly hold her tears while letting her children talk to her about school and their lives as if she had always been there.
At first, it had hurt.
Wanda knew they were not hers, and yet she couldnât help but love them and see them with the same eyes she had seen the twins back in her universe. A part of her never thought she would see Billy and Tommy again, the moment the illusion had fallen around her and she discovered what she had done to Westview she knew there wouldnât be a way for her to recover her children.
Yet here they were.
 In another world, in another universe looking the same as she had imagined them once.
This time around everything was as it was supposed to be, with you by her side raising two children being a happy family. A part of Wanda felt envy for everything her counterpart had and she couldnât have.
âAre you sure you canât have a family of your own?â
Wanda huffed turning to the source of the voice, her counterpart stood right beside her with softened eyes staring at the twins that were getting ready for bed. Wanda dropped her arms to her sides, her eyes glancing back into the room then back to the woman standing beside her.
âIâm pretty sure, sheâŚâ Wanda wrapped her arms around herself furrowing her brows, âshe doesnât love me anymore. I am nothing more thanâŚand ally, and even that would be to stretch out our relationship.â
The other Wanda pursed her lips, she stepped closer never letting go of those green eyes she was so familiar with.
âYou donât believe that.â Wanda stated holding back a smile when the other woman stepped back scowling.
âI have to believe it, I canâtâŚâ Wanda sighed lifting her chin to the ceiling holding back her weakness, she didnât want the twins to see her cry. âI have to believe it or I will break my heart once more and I canât lose control of my magic, IâŚlast time it didnât go well.â
The room filled with laughter, Billy ran to the bed jumping up and down with Tommy trying to follow up before falling down on his face. Wanda couldnât help but gasp ready to help out but stopping when a gentle hand wrapped tenderly on her forearm. It was strange to see herself staring at her looking the same yet being so different than she was.
The twins were back in the game, falling on bed while discussing some subject Wanda couldnât hear pretty well. The fall was soon forgotten and both of them were ready to go to sleep.
âGo on, you can put them to be and I will wait for you here.â
âThank you.â Wanda whispered to her counterpart entering the room and going to Billy first.
The woman offered a shaky smile, her trembling hand brushing away his dark hair while her lips curved into a smile. Billy smiled back blinking slowly.
âAre you okay, mom?â
Wanda nodded leaning in placing a single kiss on his forehead, âmore than okay, Billy. Have a good night, baby.â
âGood night, mommy.â
Then, Wanda went to Tommy who was looking at her differently, he wrapped his arms around her hugging her tightly and this time around she couldnât help but cry.
âI love you, mom.â
âI love you too, Tommy, now go to sleep.â Once more she placed a kiss on Tommyâs forehead and with that she stepped back walking towards the door. âSleep well, guys.â
âNight, mom!â
The door close behind her, and Wanda stood there allowing herself the goodbye she had longed to have with the twins. She tried to give the right closure to her emotions knowing full well she would go back a world in which she would be all alone. No twins, no Y/N, only her.
âThank you.â Wanda whispered locking her eyes with those of her counterpart, the other woman nodded curtly.
âI knew it was important for you.â The woman hesitated for a moment before continuing, âbut you shouldnât lose any hope, Wanda. You and Y/NâŚâ
âDonât, please.â Wanda said softly. âDonât give me hope, donât tell me it is possible becauseâŚgod, Iâve been breaking my heart over and over again and I justâŚI canât take it anymore.â
âThen donât let it go, donât let it go without a fight.â
Wanda lifted her face to see her counterpart dead serious, the woman came closer wrapping her hands on her forearms making sure Wanda could not look away.
âYou love her, and I am pretty sure she loves you as well, whatever happened in the past it shall stay there.â Wanda then softened letting go of her grip. âDonât give up just yet, you may be surprised.â
Wanda wanted to talk, she wanted to believe but at the moment she was just tired and overwhelmed by everything that had happened, everything she had lived up to that point. She was overwhelmed by the fact that you were so close to her yet so far away, that she would go back to a world in which the twins were not there and she would be, once more, alone.
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It was a sunny day.
America went over the contents of her backpack, her body was tingling all over while a void filled with butterflies settled in her lower abdomen. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, her hands trembling while she secured the zipper on the backpack.
âYou look nervous, you know you donât have to go, right?â Y/N came into the room glancing around before settling her eyes on America, the young woman turned around offering a tiny smile.
âI know.â She replied shrugging, her hands played with the band on her wrist she tried to look everywhere but at Y/N but at the end of the day she couldnât help it, she lifted her face and let the tears fall down.
âIâm sorry.â America whispered waiting for a recrimination on her part, for Y/N to finally tell her how bad she had messed up the first time she had fallen on their Universe.
But it never came, nor from her or Wanda, or anyone for that matter. America surrendered to the warm embrace of Y/Nâs arms, she let the tears and sobs she had been holding to scape and finally liberated her mind of the guiltiness she had been feeling all this time.
âHey, kiddo, itâs okay, it wasnât your fault.â Y/N whispered soothingly her hand drawing circles with a half-smile showing on her face.
âI justâŚI shouldnât have run the way I did, I should have fight or something.â America replied, leaning back, she was furrowing her brows while lifting her hands. âI could have stayed and helped around.â
âIt wasnât optional, though. You had to keep going to survive, thatâs rule number one in this line of work, America.â Y/N put her hands on her pockets, her hair falling to the side with an easy smile adorning her lips. âYou did what you have to at that point and no one should ever blame you for that. If it hadnât been that way well, I wouldnât be here telling the story.â
America doubted very much that it would have happened in such a way, but she would never really know it for certain. Ever since she started travelling through universes consciously she had learnt to deal with the different realities, trying to adapt to them and survive them. She never thought she would settle in a single universe, much less that she would get attach to the people in it.
The sound of conversation broke the sudden silence in the room, the twins laughing with Pietro and Wanda yelling for everyone to go to the backyard was the signal America had been waiting for. She stepped closer to give Y/N one last hug.
âThank you for everything you did for me, Y/N. I couldnât say this the last time due to the circumstancesâŚâ
âUs running for our lives?â Y/N chimed in chuckling, America snorted rolling her eyes.
âYeah, that, I mean you guys received me in your home and gave me a chance to a family, I just..I will always carry that with me.â
Y/N softened while giving the teen another hug, âanytime kid, you are welcome in our household whenever you decided to come back.â
âI know, I just think I am needed it elsewhere.â
âI think so to.â Y/N stepped back glancing to the open door. âWatch over them, make sure that they are okay.â
âI will.â America smiled grabbing her backpack ready to go.
It was almost midday by the time America and Y/n came out of the house.
The backyard was full with Tony and Loki working around the logistics and the twins just running around between the two Wandaâs and everyone else. You stood by the garden, the conversation that Loki was having with Tony, Wong, Hank and America had lost all meaning as you entertained yourself with the last sight of the world that could have been. Your body was completely tensed, your eyes drifting around until they fell on the form of Wanda, your Wanda.
âAre you ready?â Y/N asked, you turned to her shaking your head.
âWere you?â
âNo, I was never ready whenever she was around.â Y/N replied shrugging, âbut once we had made our mind there was nothing that could stop us.â
You snorted nodding, âthatâs right.â
âAre you going to fight?â Y/N stepped closer, her eyes going from you to Wanda then back again.
âI am going to make things right, Iâm not sure if they will end up the same way it did here.â You replied placing your hands inside your pockets. âI guess only time will tell.â
Y/N nodded stretching her right hand to you, an easy smile forming on her lips.
âI hope everything goes well for you and Wanda, Y/N, just remember whatâs really important.â Y/N said grabbing your hand with a friendly squeezed. âPlease, be happy.â
âProtect them and be for them whenever they need you.â You replied squeezing back.
âI will.â
âWell, I guess we can try the portal once more, are you guys ready? Did you say your good-byes?â Tony clapped before rubbing his hands, everyone went to get in position until the cries of two boys reached them over.
Tommy and Billy came running with Wanda following them close behind, Billy went directly to Wanda wrapping his arms around her while Tommy went to you.
âIâm gonna miss you.â He mumbled looking up at you.
You chuckled ruffling his hair playfully, âI doubt it, pal. You have your momâs here, but I am gonna miss you.â
âSay hi to your Tommy for me, please? Tell him he has the best mom in the whole universe!â
Those words pierced deeply inside your heart, but the innocence and the smile in Tommyâs face made you held back any reaction that wasnât one of agreement.
âI will, Tommy, be good.â
At the other side of the yard Wanda and Billy were having a similar conversation, Wanda hugged him tightly before trying to let go. Billy called to her, looking around before wrapping his arms around Wandaâs neck, his lips close to her ear.
âEverything is gonna be okay, mommy, donât worry, mom will come around.â Billy offered a toothy grin to Wanda who was too shocked to talk. âsay hi to your billy for me, love you mom!â
Wanda watched as Billy joined his brother right beside their mother, Wanda locked eyes with her counterpart who offered a half smile and a vision Wanda Maximoff would not talk about until several years later. For now, she was just filled with doubts, and hopes, and uncertainties and soon Wanda was drowned by the voices surrounding her.
âOkay, this shouldnât be that difficult, everyone remembers their roles?â Loki asked once more standing to the side while pointing at America who rolled her eyes.
âI do, I remember.â
âGood, because if you fail the three of you are going to be traveling around without a proper destination and probably die a horrible dead.â
âThatâs so comforting, Loki.â You replied rolling your eyes. 2Stop scaring America and do your job.â
Loki rolled his eyes flickering his hands while putting the golden book out of thin air, he sat down crossing his legs while looking to an invisible spot in front of him.
âVery well, your timeline is not that hard to find, it is the only one with a latent anomaly.â
âHow can you tell is ours and not a random one?â
Loki glared at you before going back to his work, âI can sense it, and this one lack something, it is missing something, I guess that would be both of you.â
Soon everyone was taking positions, Wanda stood beside you shifting from one foot to the other, her hands wiggling nervously while she tried to keep her eyes right ahead of herself. You could sense her uneasiness, her hands twitching biting her lower lip. America came forward, she was showing off a frown filled with confusion that Tony helped erased with a whispered explanation.
You eyed Wanda out of the corner of your eyes, the woman was completely tensed still bouncing trying to hold onto something but unable to find herself at ease. You doubted it for a moment before you grabbed her hand in yours.
Her hand was warm and soft, at first she was completely tensed and rigid but as soon as she sensed it was you her hand started to relax and give in the feeling.
âItâs gonna be okay.â You whispered; Wanda offered a smile nodding.
âI know.â Wanda knew that as long as you kept holding her hand everything would be okay, she didnât dare to say anything else but in a bold move she spread her fingers and soon her hand was intertwined with yours.
You jerked around but Wanda was completely focused on America, after a moment of hesitation you straightened up frowning lightly though your hand clasped tenderly Wandaâs hand.
âOkay, it was nice meeting you all, now letâs begin.â Loki closed his eyes and soon the golden light of his magic started gleaming powerfully forming a tight circle that surrounded you and Wanda alongside America.
America could feel the power, she was sensing it through her muscles and her fingertips while her mind became a mask of pure blankness trying to form an idea. She remembered the lesson, to follow the magic around her while also joining her energy with that of Wanda and Y/N, her power running through her arm in electric jolts and then igniting her eyes until she was finally ready to make it explode.
Pulling her arm back, closing her fist America stretched her arm hitting the space in between her and the backyard creating an explosion in the form of a Star. The portal opened until it was as big as America, you peeked in watching the white plains of Norway, or at least that was what you thought.
With a last glance to your counterpart and Wanda, you squeezed the hand you were holding tenderly.
âReady?â It was all you could say before the young woman nodded and with a single step she dragged you right through the portal.
The world you three had left behind was waiting for you.
And you were not sure what would happen next, the only thing you knew for certain was that you didnât want to let go of the hand holding yours.
The portal closed behind the three of you leaving everyone behind with many questions and little to no answers.
Billy and Tommy hugged Wanda still glancing the place where the portal had been moments ago. The woman glanced at her children knowing there was something bothering greatly.
âMommy, do you think they will love us?â Tommy asked lifting his face to Wanda, Wanda furrowed her brows tilting her head.
âWhat do you mean, baby?â
Billy scrunched up his nose, âYou think they will love Billy and Tommy the way you love us?â
Wanda softened at the question; she knelt in front of her boys not really knowing how to explain that in their world they both didnât even exist.
âBilly, Iâm pretty sure that they would be very lucky to have children like the both of you, and they would absolutely love you very much.â This answer seemed to satisfy the boys, and just when Wanda thought the topic was over Tommy talked again.
âThey are gonna love us very much, mommy.��� Tommy smiled snugging closer to Wanda. âJust like they love one another very much, thatâs how you and mommy made us, right?â
Wanda didnât answer, but a part of her certainly hope that Tommy was not wrong. She had always hoped that her love for you would survive in every universe, Wanda lifted her face to see Y/N looking at her with tenderness and love, and Wanda knew right there and then that her counterpart would be okay.
You never stopped looking at her like that, you just learnt how to hide it pretty well.
You were still pretty much in love with your Wanda.
And now that you were gone with her, only time would tell if love was still possible.
Wanda sighed wishing you would let go of your resentment and doubts and give yourself and her counterpart a chance.
With a last glance to the space where you and the others had been standing, Wanda turned around hopeful that the past would stay in the past.
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Next Chapter: You are finally back to your universe, everything seems surreal as you and the others are taken to interrogation rooms before resuming your normal lives. Carol doesn't want to leave your side, and Wanda knows she needs to step aside even though that's the last thing she wants to do.
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Sheâs Definitely Guilty.
Based on the following ask: hi !! i love love love your work! (no seriously, you make me giggle and twirl my hair it's kinda ridiculous) could i request something where the reader is being interrogated by hotch (whether she's guilty or not is totally up to you!) he's using all his intimation tactics, the stern voice, the glare, maybe even shouting or hitting the desk. but the reader is kinda just captivated by him, blushing and all hot and bothered (like please yell at me more sir.. đ¤ oh? you think i'm a person of interest? you're totally interested in me aren't you.) anyways ty ty!! <33
Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader
Angst/Fluff
Word count: 2167
REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive! Nonnie I hope you like this because idk this one was hard for me to write lol
Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, some language, explicit thoughts, reader is horny for Hotch, no use of y/n, fem reader, no physical description other than hair length, let me know if I missed any!
I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story
âSheâs in the interrogation room whenever youâre ready Hotch.â JJ informed him.
âThank you JJ.â Hotch replied with a curt nod.
Hotch double checked the file in his hand before entering the interrogation room. You had been brought in for questioning in connection with a string of murders. You hadnât been exactly sure of the reason you were here, but you hadnât felt worried, considering you havenât done anything wrong.
The door was pulled open, and all of the air in the room seemed to escape. You couldnât believe how hot this man wasâŚmaybe being brought in wouldnât be so bad after all.
Hotch looked up and found himself doing a double take. He hadnât expecting you to be so captivatingâŚcould you really be caught up in all this?
As Hotch took a seat across from you, he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. He cleared his throat, trying to push aside the unexpected flutter in his chest as he opened the file.
"Thank you for coming in, Iâm Agent Hotchner. We just have a few questions regarding your whereabouts last Friday night," Hotch began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.
You tilted your head slightly, a small smile playing on your lips as you answered his question calmly, your alibi seemingly airtight. But Hotch couldn't focus on the words; instead, he found himself drawn to the way your hair fell gently over your shoulders and the subtle scent of lavender that surrounded you.
As the interrogation continued, Hotch realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this case than met the eye. And as he excused himself from the room, he made a silent promise to unravel the mystery not only for the sake of justice, but also to see you again. The case suddenly felt more personal, and Hotch knew he couldn't let it go until he had all the answers.
Days passed as the investigation progressed, with each piece of evidence leading to more questions than answers. Hotch found himself thinking about you at odd hours, wondering if there was a chance you were truly innocent or if you were just an expert at hiding your secrets.
One day, a breakthrough finally came in the form of a witness who claimed to have seen you on the night of one of the murders. Hotch's heart sank as he read the report, but a small voice in his head urged him to dig deeper.
Convinced that there was more to the story, Hotch decided to call you back into the precinct. He wouldnât let you get away this time.
As you entered the precinct once again, this time escorted by two officers, Hotch kept his gaze steady on you. He noticed the slight flicker of surprise that crossed your face before it was quickly replaced by a mask of composure.
"Please have a seat," Hotch gestured to the chair in front of him, his tone neutral but his eyes piercing into yours. "We have some new information regarding your alibi on the night of the murder. Care to explain?"
You leaned back in your chair, maintaining eye contact with Hotch as you calmly refuted the new evidence presented to you. But deep down, a sense of unease started creeping in. Hotch was different this time, his determination palpable in the air around him.
Hotch listened intently to your words, observing every flicker of emotion that crossed your face. As you finished speaking, he leaned forward slightly, his voice taking on a steely edge.
"We know you were at the scene of the crime that night," Hotch stated firmly. "And I'm not leaving this room until you tell me the truth about what really happened."
You try to remain calm and collected, but you canât help but feel flustered. A heat creeping its way up your chest and neck, landing on your cheeks. His firm tone had you pressing your thighs together, you were losing control of your body, all because of the man in front of you, accusing your of murder.
With a deep breath, you met Hotch's unwavering gaze and decided to take a different approach. Leaning in slightly, you locked eyes with his and spoke in a voice just above a whisper.
"Agent Hotchner, I understand why things may seem incriminating, but I assure you, there's more to this than meets the eye," you said with a teasing lilt in your tone.
"Help me understand then," He urged you to continue, his eyes searching yours for any sign of deception.
But instead of delving into the details of the case, you leaned even closer, your breath brushing against Hotch's cheek as you whispered softly, "Or maybe we could take a break from all this seriousness. You and I could... explore other ways to pass the time."
Hotch's jaw clenched in frustration, his patience wearing thin as your flirting only seemed to escalate. He leaned back in his chair, a deep frown marring his features.
"This is not a game," Hotch growled, his voice low and dangerous. "People's lives are at stake here, and you think this is some kind of joke?"
You leaned back, feigning innocence as you tilted your head to the side, strands of hair falling across your face in a calculated display. "I never said it was," you replied silkily, your eyes dancing with mischief.
Hotch's patience wore thin as he slammed his fist on the table, causing you to jump in surprise. "Enough!" he barked, his voice reverberating through the room. "Tell me the truth, damn it!â
As Hotch's anger flared, you couldn't ignore the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Despite the gravity of the situation, a devilish grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you met Hotch's intense gaze with a provocative glint in your eyes.
In a brazen move that caught both Hotch and the officers off guard, you leaned forward once again, the air crackling with tension between you and Hotch. "Or perhaps you enjoy playing the tough, relentless interrogator," you murmured, your voice laced with seduction. "But we both know there are other games we could play."
Hotch's jaw tightened further; his frustration evident as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of your blatant flirtation. The observing agents exchanged uneasy glances, uncertain how to proceed in this unexpected turn of events.
With a sly smile playing on your lips, you pushed further, pushing Hotch's buttons with deliberate intent. "You want answers, Agent Hotchner. But maybe I'm the answer you've been looking for all along," you purred, your words like a dare hanging in the charged atmosphere of the interrogation room.
Hotch's steely facade cracked for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he regained control. "Enough games," he gritted out, his voice strained. "You either start talking or I'll have no choice but to place you under arrest."
Your smile widened at his threat, a glint of defiance in your eyes as you leaned back, taunting him with your silence. The tension in the room was palpable, a battle of wills raging between you and Hotch. You both shifted in your seats as Hotch tried to figure out how to proceed.
Agent Rossi entered the room just in time to witness the tense standoff between Hotch and you. His expression hardened as he took in the scene before him, sensing the undercurrent of tension that buzzed between you and Hotch.
"Hotch, we caught the actual killer," Rossi announced, breaking the charged silence in the room. "And you're not going to like who it is."
Hotch's eyes flashed with a mix of relief and frustration, torn between the unresolved situation with you and the urgency of catching the real culprit. He turned his gaze towards Rossi, silently urging him to continue.
Rossi took a deep breath before delivering the bombshell revelation. "It's Jenna." He said gravely, watching as recognition dawned on both your faces.
You felt a surge of disbelief and anger rise within you at the mention of Jenna's name. She was your best friend, someone you trusted with your life. And now she was trying to frame you for a horrendous crime. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, painting a picture of betrayal and deception that left you reeling.
Hotch's eyes narrowed as he processed the information, a mix of emotions flickering across his face. He turned back to you, searching your expression for any sign of involvement in Jenna's crimes.
"You knew about this," Hotch stated more than asked, his voice laced with accusation.
You shook your head in disbelief, the weight of Jenna's betrayal heavy on your shoulders. "I had no idea," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "She was my best friend. I never thought she was capable of something like this."
Hotch studied you for a moment, his gaze piercing yet contemplative. After a beat of silence, he let out a heavy sigh, the tension in the room dissipating slightly.
"We'll need you to give an official statement," Hotch said, his tone softer now, empathizing with the shock and betrayal you must be feeling.
Rossi quietly explained to Hotch that they found all the evidence in Jenna's home, meticulously laid out as if she wanted to be caught. When they confronted her, she admitted to everything, explaining that she didn't want to live in your shadow anymore. She had been envious of your success, your charisma, and the way everyone seemed drawn to you effortlessly.
As Rossi recounted Jenna's confession, Hotch's expression softened with a mix of understanding and pity. He could see the pain in your eyes as you processed the magnitude of Jenna's betrayal. The realization that someone you trusted implicitly had orchestrated such a twisted scheme left a bitter taste in your mouth.
Hotch placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, a silent gesture of support amidst the chaos of emotions swirling around you. You turned to look at him, surprised by the tenderness in his eyes, a stark contrast to the intensity he usually exuded.
"I know this must be difficult for you," Hotch said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "But we need to get your statement to close this case once and for all."
You nodded, grateful for Hotch's understanding in the midst of the turmoil consuming you. As you recounted your version of events and the moments leading up to your wrongful arrest, Hotch listened intently, his unwavering gaze never leaving your face.
Once you finished your statement, there was a brief silence in the room as everyone processed the weight of Jenna's betrayal and the impact it had on you. Hotch broke the quiet tension with a decisive tone.
"I'll make sure Jenna faces the consequences of her actions," Hotch's eyes softened as he looked at you, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a rare vulnerability.
âThank you Agent Hotchner, how could I ever repay you and your team for catching Jenna?â You asked, batting your lashes at him.
Hotch's gaze met yours, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes at your flirtatious tone. He cleared his throat, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he replied, "I think seeing justice served will be reward enough."
You couldn't help but feel a surge of boldness, encouraged by the intensity of the moment and the shared connection forged through adversity. Leaning slightly closer to Hotch, you lowered your voice to a whisper, a teasing glint in your eye.
"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do to express my gratitude?" you asked, your voice laced with playful insinuation.
Hotch's expression flickered with surprise before a spark of something else - maybe desire - passed through his eyes. He cleared his throat again, regaining his composure as he replied in a more businesslike tone, "I appreciate the sentiment, but catching criminals is all part of the job."
Despite his professional demeanor, there was a subtle warmth in Hotch's eyes that gave you pause, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection between you. Hotch's gaze lingered on yours for a moment longer, the air between you charged with unspoken words and untamed desires. As the weight of the moment hung heavy in the room, you felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, urging you to take a risk, to push the boundaries of this newfound connection.
In a daring move, you slipped a piece of paper out of your purse, scribbled down your number, and slid it across the table towards Hotch. Your heart raced as you watched Hotch pick up the paper, his eyes flickering with surprise before his lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
âMy number, in case you think of a way that I can repay you.â You shoot Hotch a wink before making your way out of the precinct.
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.â・You And Him・â.
Aaron Hotchner x plus size reader
Calls from Jack were precious so Hotch was more than okay with you answering them
Warnings: fluff, thoughts on the future
WC: 579
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
There was a certain order of events that always transpired on the jet ride home after a case was done; A round of teas and coffees would be brewed by Rossi (who claimed no one knew how to do it properly), Derek would don a pair of headphones that should have been thrown out years ago and play obnoxiously loud music, JJ would take a much-deserved nap, Emily had a habit of reading cheesy romance novels while Spencer played chess against himself. And Hotch called home.
Hearing his boyâs voice or even just his breathing while he slept, calmed his anxiety down to almost nothing. It soothed him more than he could ever say out loud.
A smile pulled at his lips as Aaronâs phone lit up with his former sister-in-lawâs name. He didnât even bother glancing around the cabin to check if anyone was watching as he answered the call.
âHey buddy.â The typical heavy breathing of a child filled his ears before there was a soft hiccup.
âHi dad.â Hotchâs brow scrunched in concern and pressed the device closer to his skin, as if he could impart some comfort onto his son through the screen.
âWhatâs wrong?â Across the table from him, your eyes snapped up from your report, your attention now solely focused on him.
âIs um, is Y/N there?â Immediately, Aaron sagged into the airplane seat, his smile returning tenfold. Your relationship was fresh, still filled with the anxiety and excitement of firsts as you explored each other. You were infinitely nervous when he had finally introduced you to Jack as his girlfriend and not just the colleague you had been before.
But just like he knew you would, you and his son were thick as thieves and evidently, that carried over into when you were away for work. âYeah buddy, sheâs sitting right in front of me.â Your breath hitched and he knew that heat was now crawling up your neck.Â
âCan I talk to her? Please?â His heart melted at Jackâs sincere plea. He would never deny his son, especially not when it came to this.Â
âOf course.â Your head was tilted in confusion until Aaron pulled the phone from his ear and held it to you. âItâs for you.âÂ
Your beaming smile lit up the whole cabin as you practically snatched the device from his hand, cradling it to your ear as if you were holding a baby bird. âJack?â
Aaron couldnât hear his response over the roar of the airplaneâs engine but it wouldnât have mattered anyway because as soon as you sunk back into your seat, your eyes sparkling with love, he became lost in his fantasies.
He could see you clear as day, standing in front of him in a white dress, glowing in that way you did when you were overwhelmingly happy. Jack would be between you, both as your man of honour and his best man, unable to choose which side he wanted to stand on. Maybe there would even be another little Hotchner in the crowd with your eyes and Aaronâs dimples.Â
Possibly even two of them, or three.Â
Your quiet giggles made his heart skip a beat and Aaron thought that he didnât mind if you took all his calls from Jack on the way home if it meant that he could hear your voice, unburdened by the depravity of the job.
He wondered if it was too early to start shopping for rings.
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Hoodie Thief
âHi baby,â I whisper out to him, pulling him into my arms.Â
Chris nuzzles his face into my neck, âGod, Iâm so happy right now,â he says, placing a soft kiss on my collarbone.Â
I giggle, âI know, I missed you bad.âÂ
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âHey, mama, itâs me,â Chris knocks on my doorframe twice.Â
I turn to look at him, a smile stretching across my lips. Despite the fall weather, Chris arrived at my place in a black wife beater and a pair of grey sweatpants. My eyes wander over his body appreciatively before settling on his eyes, which glance at me with an amused expression.Â
âHi, baby,â I say with a slight blush on my cheeks.Â
âYou done staring at me?â he teases, a slight chuckle falling from his lips.Â
âShouldâve worn an extra layer if you didn't want me to stare,â I shrug, turning back to my laptop. Adjusting a few numbers on the Excel sheet I was working on, I double-checked that the autosave was on before closing my laptop gently and giving Chris my full attention. âWhatâs up?â
âThatâs kinda why Iâm here,â he says, stepping further into my room, leaning against my desk, âThere seems to be a hoodie thief among us, and I have to make sure youâre safe.â
I roll my eyes, âIs this an evidence backed claim?â
âThis is a hoodie spawning ground, so I wanted to check your inventory,â Chris plays along.Â
âChris, if you need your clothes back, just tell me,â I tell him, my hands already reaching for the hem of the Fresh Love Iâm wearing.Â
âNo, no, thatâs okay,â he says, pausing abruptly, âYou called me Chris.â
I giggle a little bit, standing to meet him, âThat is your name, right?âÂ
My hands reach for his neck, wrapping around his body like a glove. I play with the hairs on the nape of his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist, âMy name is baby to you.âÂ
A blush rises to my cheeks, âYou have a trillion nicknames for me, and I can only call you baby?â
âThatâs right, love.âÂ
I roll my eyes at his dramatics, âSo, do you want your hoodies back?âÂ
Chris lets out an overdramatic sigh, âNo, I guess you can keep them,â he teases.Â
âI donât have to keep all of them.â
âNo, you keep them all, and Iâll get myself some new Fresh Love ones.â
My eyes widened, âNo!âÂ
Chris furrows his eyebrows, âWhat do you mean ânoâ?âÂ
âThe whole point is that these are your hoodies,â I explain.Â
He pulls away slightly, looking at me bewildered. âI am so confused right now.âÂ
I blush, shoving my head into his chest as a laugh breaks through my body, âBaby,â I start with a sigh.Â
He lets out a little laugh, moving you back to where he can see you, âSeriously,â he says.Â
âI want them because they smell like you, and they remind me of you,â I mutter.Â
âMmm,â he lets out an appreciative laugh, âYou love me bad,â he teases.Â
I smile, âMaybe!â I reply in a sing-song voice.Â
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Sitting in my car, trying to relieve myself from the anxiety of finally seeing Chris again after a full week of busy nights for the both of us, proves impossible. My hands are non-stop fidgeting with my earrings, and my mind is racing at the thought of finally being in his arms.Â
I spend the next few minutes waiting for the text from Matt to let me know the three of them are on their way home. My phone buzzed twiceÂ
Chris: Iâll see you tomorrow, right? After your exam?
Matt: OtwÂ
I love both Matt and Chrisâs messages and send Chris a quick I miss you, before moving my car two houses down and running into the triplet's place.Â
Using my flashlight to avoid turning any overhead lights on, I carefully make my way through the kitchen and into Chrisâs room, a gift bag in hand.
Hiding in his closet, I steady my breathing and wait for the familiar click of the front door.Â
âNick, is my charger in the backpack? I think I lost it,â I hear Matt yell.Â
âLet me look,â Nick replied, âChris do you have it?â
âI can check,â he says, âI was gonna go in my room and call Y/N anyway.â
I hold my breath in anticipation. I hear the door creek open, and I can hear the familiar ring of a FaceTime call from Chrisâs phone. Anxiety settles in a pit in my stomach as I realize my ringer is on and about to erupt from his closet.Â
Sure enough, my phone blares its ringtone, and you hear Chrisâs feet stop moving. âWhat the hell?â he mutters.Â
I hear him inch towards the closet door and open it, a dumbfounded expression coating his face that quickly turns to pure joy as he realizes youâre in his closet.
âHi baby,â I whisper out to him, pulling him into my arms.Â
Chris nuzzles his face into my neck, âGod, Iâm so happy right now,â he says, placing a soft kiss on my collarbone.Â
I giggle, âI know, I missed you bad.âÂ
I take hold of his face, kissing him lightly on the lips, âI got you a present,â I say before feathering kisses on both his cheeks and, lastly, on his nose.Â
Chris frowns slightly, âYou didnât have to get me anything,â he says.Â
I kiss the corners of his mouth, âI know, but I wanted to get you something.âÂ
He smiles lightly, definitely upset that I spent money on him. He helps me step out of his closet and watches carefully as I grab the large, white gift bag from the floor.Â
Handing it to him with a smile itching at my lips, I receive a quick kiss and a âThanks bug,â in return.Â
He opens the bag cautiously, grabbing the card first and ripping it open. He mouths the words to himself quietly as he reads, a smile growing on his face and tears threatening to spill. âGod, I love you,â he says.Â
I smile at him and nudge him lightly with my elbow, âOpen the gift!âÂ
Inside the bag, you had carefully wrapped a Boston Bruins vintage starter jacket in white tissue paper. On top of the paper, there was a small note that read For all the hoodies youâve lost.
Chris eyes me cautiously before ripping open the paper. His eyes land on the black and yellow jacket and they bounce back to me immediately. He gently wraps his arms around my head, cradling me close.Â
âThank you so much,â he whispers in my ear, âAnd nice hoodie,â he teases.
I furrow my eyebrows and look down at what Iâm wearing- a green and orange fresh love crewneck.
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Kiss of life >ᾼ_ᾼ<
Trafalgar Water D. Law x single mother!fem reader
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"Mr. Law?" You called out to him, breaking him out of his train of thought. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" you asked ever so softly, careful not to startle him any further. "N-no. What did you need, (y/n)?" he responded, his voice a tad gruffer than usual. "Monkey D. Luffy is here waiting for you," you informed him. Law sighed, remembering that he had just seen Luffy yesterday when Luffy had claimed that he had heart problems.(he was fine) "What does he want now?" he groaned, his annoyance evident."He apparently needs to get another check up." you replied, letting out a soft chuckle at Law's visibly annoyed expression. He rose from his seat, making his way towards the door.
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"Also," you said, handing him some papers, "I'm going to leave work early today. It's my daughter's birthday, and I still have a few things to get for her!" Sometimes he forgot that you had a child. With a warm smile, you wave goodbye and disappeared before he could respond.
You and Law had been coworkers at the same hospital for around three years now, with him as a cardiologist and you as a nurse under his wing. Over time, it became evident to many of the people in your firm that Law might have a little crush on you. His subtle glances and occasional nervous stammers whenever you spoke to him didn't go unnoticed by your colleagues.
For example, one day, Law and a few other doctors and nurses were cleaning up for the day. They talked about many things during this time, but it soon turned into a big conversation about Law's love life. "I have many other things to focus on," he would say, rejecting the topic as a whole. ďżź "Like (y/n)?" Shachi teased playfully, causing Law's face to flush crimson in response. His attempt to hide his feelings was evident to everyone present, causing a wave of amused glances exchanged between the staff. Despite his efforts to maintain a professional demeanor, it was clear that his thoughts often strayed to you, his nurse colleague, in ways he couldn't understand.
There have been times when Law has seen you outside of work. Like this one time when you and your daughter were out grocery shopping, and you needed help getting something from the top shelf. You kindly asked the tallest person you saw for assistance, and you instantly recognized the black-haired man.
"Excuse me?" You tapped the man's shoulder. "Hi, can yoâoh, hi, Mr. Law!" you exclaimed, your face lighting up with excitement as you recognized your coworker. Law turned towards you, his expression softening into a small smile as he took in your presence. "Hello," he greeted.
During this little encounter, Law was introduced to your little girl, Amora, who stood beside you, clutching onto your hand. She looked up at Law with wide, curious eyes. "Hi, Mr. Law!" she greeted with a toothy grin, her enthusiasm contagious. Law couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him at the sight of her, his usually reserved demeanor softening. "Hello, Amora," he replied warmly, crouching down to her level to meet her gaze.
After a few minutes of more conversation, you suggested that Law could come back to your place. At first, he hesitated, thinking that he might be intruding or burdening you, but you insisted with that tooth rotting smile. "It's no trouble at all," you reassured him. You had been carrying the conversation from the walk to the store all the way to your home, but eventually there was a moment of silence between the two of you.
ââŚâ
"You look really good today, (y/n)," Law remarked, his head turned away from you, his words tinged with a hint of shyness. "I've been meaning to say that." "Aren't you so sweet, Law!" you exclaimed, a soft smile gracing your lips. He couldn't help but admire how genuinely captivating your smile was. "I just bought this dress, actually!" "Well, I think it looks pretty on you," Law replied.
Law couldnât understand why he felt this way. From your pretty eyes to your relationship with your daughter, he loved every part of it. He loved every part of you. He couldnât fathom why anyone would want to give up on you like your baby daddy did. In his eyes, you were perfect.
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MOUTHWASHING X READER
meeting them part 3- Daisuke
DAISUKE
-def after the good ending when he got rescued.
-they had put down Jimmy, literally. Using the pregnancy from Anya, curly, and daisuke's wounds as evidence for self defense.
-the became known as "The boy who lived" much to his dismay due to his dislike for Harry Potter (he claimed it was inaccurate to wizards)
-the doesn't actually hate Harry Potter, he just hates the references
-Daisuke went along with all the jokes for the sake of saving face, but for once just wanted a place he could wind down
-he found himself on several chat rooms, though one in particular kept drawing him back-a user in particular. "TuffNuttsBlockburg"
-they were a dry texter, but in some conversations tended to care about Daisuke quite a bit when it got serious
-"go check out this bakery downtown" his mom instructed "I signed you up for an interview"
-at least the job was on land this time
-the walked in, expecting to be greeted with the same old attitude he's been facing since the time he got back home-but nothing
-"oh.."
"You just gonna stand there?" Daisuke snapped his attention over to the person addressing him.
Their hair was caught in a hairnet, indented by the headphones on their head that seemed to be blasting something that reminded him of "Puppy Princess" or really any music like that. They wore a black collared shirt with an apron over top, a name tag read (Y/N) (L/N).
"Uh-.. excuse me?" Daisuke smiled nervously, scratching his cheek as he stared at the person, not really used to this type of behavior towards him.Not since he parted ways with Swansea at the least
"Can't you read the sign out front that said 'No Loitering'? You stupid or sumthin'?" They snapped back, only to be roughly elbowed by another employee, a tall older man with slicked back grey and black hair "How can we help you today Sir?" He greeted daisuke
Daisuke finally recovered from his initial shock
His smile felt more genuine as he wore it
"Ah- I'm actually here for an interview- I'm sorry I never meant to be standing all stupid like" he laughed at his own joke that rooted off from the person's, making them tense in embarrassment
....
*TUFFNUTTSBLOCKBURG says:
'DUDE my manager chewed my ass out'
'off?'
'chewed my ass, absolutely gobbled on it'
*WEREGARURUMONBESTPOKEMON says:
'BWAHAHAHHAHA'
'WHAT'
He rolled onto his stomach, grinning like a child as he read his online friends next response.
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Devil's Snare Part. 10
Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Description: Following Blood and Cheese, Aemond's wife is beset by nightmares, which only his presence can soothe. Y/N fears that her anxieties and trauma will make it difficult for her husband to love her as he did. Aemond reassures her that loving her is the easiest thing he has ever done.
Features Aemond having the conversation I think he should have been allowed to have with Helaena following B&C in the show, and being a loving uncle to Jahaera.
Previous part Dividers by @zaldritzosrose
Writer's note: Sorry if the last part was too angsty and if I diverged too far from the fluffy tone of this story. I have put myself in fanfic jail đŹ. This part leans on the fluffier side, so hopefully that makes up for it and rest assured they'll get a happy ending.
Warnings: depictions of ptsd, panic attacks and nightmares, mostly hurt/comfort and fluff. Some sexual content but no smut. Canon divergent. Female reader.
Aemond entered his sister's quarters with a heavy heart, his head downturned. He was almost surprised she'd admitted him at all. It pained him to observe the despair that was plain to see on her face as she clutched at a silken shroud embroidered intricately by her hand.
He spoke as softly as he could, feeling he needed to treat her as delicately as possible, his own voice thick with emotion.
"Sister. I wanted to check on you...and to apologise. Though I know there is no apology I could give that would be sufficient for my part in your suffering."
Helaenas expression looked distant, as if she were looking through him rather than at him.
"Was it worth it? Enacting your vengeance against Lucerys. Was it worth the price?"
There was no anger in her voice, but her question struck Aemond like a blow just the same.
"No, sweet sister. It was not. I loved my nephew dearly and despise myself for my part in his loss. If I could take it back I would."
Helaena nodded, though she would not look at him now. Perhaps she could not bear to.
"I forgive you." Aemond gawped at her, unable to believe that was possible. He knew his sister did not much like to be touched, so although he wished to embrace her, he refrained. Instead, he raised his hand to trace the golden threads of a dragon she'd embroidered.
"This is for my son." His heart clenched at the love evident in her voice. A mother's love.
"It is beautiful, sister."
After leaving Helaena's chambers, Aemond headed for the council chamber, which he knew would soon be in session. The tension was palpable as he entered and he noted a strange expression he couldn't place on his mother's features as she held out a piece of parchment. A letter he could see as he came closer.
"Who is the missive from, mother?"
Whoever it was from, it had clearly had a profound effect on the council who were bickering over each other.
"Rhaenyra. She sent a raven to denounce the murder of Jahaerys. According to the princess, it is the work of Daemon acting on his own. She claims he pursues his own claim now at Harrenhal."
Aemond raised an eyebrow. That had been the last thing he'd been expecting.
"And do you think she speaks true?"
"It is difficult for me to be sure when I cannot see the truth or the lie in her eyes."
Aemond nodded simply. The events of the previous night had turned everything he thought he had known on its head, including this war. Before, he had been resigned to fighting for Aegon's claim out of loyalty to his family. Now, when he saw the true price of this internecine conflict, he wished only to resolve it as quickly and with as little bloodshed as possible. If his sister had not sent the assassins, and she was insistent that the Red Keep should know this, then perhaps there was still hope for peace between them...
Several days passed before Y/N felt able to leave Aemond's chambers, being the only place she could feel any sense of security. But it was not long before Y/N felt compelled to go to Helaena, to comfort her friend who was more like a sister. From then on, Y/N would venture out only to take her meals with Helaena and Aemond, always wishing to be installed in Aemond's chambers before night fell, when the nightmares would set in. She would often wake in the night, sweat causing her hair to stick to the nape of her neck, and tears streaking her cheeks. But Aemond was always there to hold her and soothe her cries, to tell her that she was safe and no one would harm her again. She found comfort in his arms and in his words, though she could not fully believe them.
Even in the daylight hours, Y/N felt that she was standing on a precipice from which she could fall at any moment. The slightest thing could cause her to relive the horror of Jahaerys' death; a loud noise, the presence of someone unexpected in the chambers she shared with Aemond. Even the colour red sent visions swimming before her eyes.
Breakfasting with Aemond in the morning room overlooking the garden, Y/N had felt a rare moment of calm and tranquility. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, casting the garden in a soft glow and warming Y/N's skin pleasantly. Helaena did not feel up to joining them, and Y/N had just determined to check in on the princess before a handmaiden carried in a tray of berry tarts, placing them before her. And all Y/N could focus on was the red juices of the berries oozing out of the pastry, dark enough to resemble blood. Then she could not see the pastries at all, just images of gore she could not shake though she shut her eyes tightly and began to take deep breaths which quickly turned frantic. Warm hands suddenly gripped hers, and her eyes snapped open to the sight of Aemond kneeling before her, staring intently into her face with deepest concern. Following the direction of her eyeline as she once again focused on the berry tarts, she heard him order the handmaiden to remove them, though it felt as if she were trying to hear him through water. Turning back towards her, Aemond gently took hold of her elbows to pull her up and guide her from the room, out into the garden. Now that she could no longer see the suspicious red substance, Y/N felt her mind begin to calm, aided by the fresh and fragrant air of the garden.
"You are safe, my love. Can you hear the birdsong? Smell the perfume of the rose bush? You are in the garden with me. See?"
Plucking a pink rose from a nearby bushel, Aemond tenderly tucked it in her hair by her ear, before stroking his knuckles along her cheekbone.
As the soft petals tickled Y/N's ear, grounding her, she felt the tension release from her taut muscles, which had been poised to bolt. Though embarrassment quickly replaced fear at causing such a scene over an innocent plate of pastries. Glancing back at the morning room from where they'd come, she caught the eye of a handmaiden, eyes wide in shock at her reaction. Y/N quickly turned away and buried her face in Aemond's chest.
In an effort to keep her mind preoccupied and to avoid spiralling so publicly again, Y/N filled her days with embroidering dresses and garments for Jahaera that she thought might please Helaena, picking and unpicking her stitching until she was satisfied. She had always had a talent for needlepoint, and the precision required kept her mind focused. Aemond quickly took note of her habits and would wordlessly bring her new fabrics in the most elegant and luxurious materials, along with thread in every colour. She particularly delighted in a silver thread that appeared metallic when it caught the light. Y/N had smiled to find one of Aemond's own eye patches, the strap untethered, strewn across his desk in an effort to look like it had been carelessly thrown aside. Y/N had a keen suspicion that he'd left it for her to mend, just as she'd mended his eyepatch and presented it to him when they'd first met. It had been his preference to wear the one she'd mended ever since. It had pleased her to mend it for him, a welcome distraction, ensuring that the stitches were so close together it hardly looked like it had needed mending in the first place. Her heart was warmed to see Aemond wearing the same eyepatch the very next day.
While the days had grown easier as Y/N had found ways to distract herself and took comfort in the company of Helaena and little Jahaera, Y/N still found herself beset by nightmares that she could not seem to shake.
Y/N awoke from yet another nightmare with a start, panting heavily and looking around frantically trying to make out her surroundings. "It's alright, your alright. It was only a dream." The familiar tenor of Aemond's voice pulled her from the brink of her terror and she became fully aware of his hands stroking her face softly, as he whispered words of comfort to her. Pressing her face into his shoulder, she breathed in his scent, at once comforting and familiar, as he gathered her into his arms.
"Do you wish to tell me..."
"No" Y/N interrupted quickly. She did not wish to speak of the horrors that plagued her at night. If she voiced them, they would only feel more real.
Aemond wordlessly stroked her hair as she lay on his chest, but after a few moments she murmured against him "I'm sorry."
Aemond gently pulled her away from him so he could see her face.
"Whatever could you have to apologise for? You have done nothing wrong, my love."
Y/N rolled away from him, staring up at the ceiling. She felt the bed shift as Aemond shifted onto his side to face her, pressing a hand to her cheek to direct her gaze to him.
"Please tell me, my darling. I cannot help you if you won't speak to me."
Y/n let her eyes flutter closed, finding it difficult to put words to what she was feeling under Aemond's perpetually direct stare. The warmth of his hand against her cheek gave her the strength to continue.
"I can't seem to shake my fear, it is constant and haunts my steps no matter how I fill my days. And at night the shadows and silence conspire together to grant me nightmares every time I close my eyes. I cannot but feel I must be a burden to you now, always having to comfort me and wake to me screaming. What was it this time?"
At the feel of Aemond's lips on her forehead she opened her eyes, distressed to see her husband's own despair reflected in his eye.
"My name. You just kept shouting for me."
Y/N groaned in embarrassment, hiding her face in her hands, though Aemond only prised them away, holding them to his heart so she couldn't hide from him again.
"You have no reason to be embarrassed. I mostly dream of you anyway so I'm certain I say your name in my sleep often enough."
His mouth quirked up in the ghost of a smile, but Y/N couldn't find it within herself to laugh, overwhelmed by her exhaustion and feelings of shame. Aemond's face fell at her expression, though it was quickly replaced by a look of determination.
"I won't allow you to reprimand yourself for something entirely out of your control. And if you must bear hardship, I would bear it with you. You could never be a burden to me. Loving you is not a hardship, it is the easiest thing I have ever done."
Y/N rolled fully onto her side to face Aemond, shuffling closer to him.
"I don't know how long it will take for me to feel OK again, to not jolt in terror every time someone enters the room. I doubt this is what you imagined for yourself when you fell in love."
Aemond placed a hand against her waist, his expression suddenly very serious.
"Listen to me now. My whole life before you had been filled with darkness, a shadow cast over me ever since my eye was taken. But suddenly, there was you, unexpectedly, miraculously, a guiding light. It was not quite love at first sight. But you sparked my curiosity, which then grew into a quiet admiration as you saw me as a someone who could be good, who could be a protector. You were so shy, so timid, I remember you could barely speak to me at first. Yet you were so kind, so thoughtful...and then you blushed. I saw it and I knew I wanted to see it for the rest of my life. Before I knew it you had sunk so deep into my bones, into my very soul, you became essential to me, inspiring a love so fierce it is more than love. I believe that you were always meant to be mine, and I yours. We simply had to find one another."
Y/N blinked away the tears that had welled up as Aemond spoke, his words like a balm for her soul. Cupping her hands on either side of his face, she pressed their foreheads together.
"I cannot make great speeches or declarations of love. Nothing to compare with such beautiful words. But I can tell you that there has always been good in you Aemond, perhaps more than most for it is there in spite of the all the pain and grief you have had to carry with you. When I feared a tyrant you were gentle and patient. When you saw my distressed at a mere spider, you did not hesitate to step in even though you were a prince and I only a handmaiden. It might have seemed only a small act of kindness to you but from that moment onwards I saw the goodness in you and I loved you for it. My heart is so full of love for you that I think I had better call it yours than mine."Â
Aemond pulled away enough so that he could place a tender kiss upon her brow, cupping the back of her head and pulling her back to rest against his chest.
"I love you, my heart. Never doubt it again."
Y/N nuzzled her face contentedly into Aemond's shoulder. "I will not." While Y/N didn't think that her nightmares would suddenly dissappear, she had hope that in time they would. And until they did, she knew Aemond would always be there to pull her from them and calm her fears.
Aemond began to stroke his fingers through her hair, untangling the mess she'd inadvertently created with her tossing and turning. It was soothing and under his gentle touch she felt her eyes turning heavy. Aemond's voice sounded distant as her tiredness overcame her.
"Sleep, little one. I'll take up my sword and fend off the bad dreams should they come again." She smiled at her husband's playful jest, having missed such light-hearted interactions between them, then quickly succumbed to sleep.
Y/N looked up from the dress she'd been adding lace cuffs to at Jahaera's request as Aemond entered their chambers, an energy and excitement lighting his features she had not seen for what felt like an eternity.
"I have a gift for you, my darling. I do not know that you will like it but I hope you will."
Intrigued and feeling a spark of excitement to match her husband's, Y/N rose to meet Aemond, where he was setting a long and thin metal box on a side table. Coming to stand by him, she looked over his shoulder curiously, though the box gave nothing away.
"What is it?"
Aemond smiled softly at her, motioning towards the box.
"Take a look."
Y/n stepped forward to trail her fingers over the box, carefully removing the lid to find an ornate dagger with an opalescent handle that appeared to be shaped like a dragon. She gazed in awe at the eye of the dragon, which was inlaid with a small glittering sapphire.
The blade was undoubtedly beautiful, but she wasn't entirely sure what Aemond intended her to do with it. Her confusion must have shown on her face, for Aemond quickly took up the blade, balancing it on one hand and then twirling it between his fingers so fast she almost lost sight of it.
"This dagger is light, almost weightless and easily handled. I do not ever intend to leave you unprotected again, but I had hoped it might make you feel safer when I cannot be with you. The sapphire is cut from the same one I bear, so you can always feel that I am with you in some way." He seemed suddenly sheepish, younger somehow, as if worried he'd overstepped or that she did not like his gift.
Y/N quickly moved to assuage his concern, smiling brightly up at him.
"It's beautiful, Aemond. Will you show me how to use it?"
Aemond gifted her with a broad smile of his own at the positive reaction to his gift.
"Of course, my love. Though be careful, the blade is sharp."
Moving around her so he was positioned behind her, he took hold of her hand to carefully position the dagger in hers. Shifting closer so she could feel his breath against her cheek, he placed his hand over the top of hers.
"You grip the handle like this and weild it like so..."
He brought her hand up in several different arcs that Y/N found difficult to follow as she was more focused on his proximity and his arm around her, findjng herself simply looking at him over her shoulder. Aemond seemed to notice her distraction, averting his gaze from the dagger to her face, more specifically her lips. He loosened his grip, stroking her hand and the length of her arm. Y/N felt that each day was becoming easier for her, her nightmares becoming less frequent and she almost felt as if she had returned to her past self. But she had noticed that while Aemond was most attentive to her, always supportive and more than willing to comfort her in her darker moments, his touches were always chaste and he no longer looked at her with the same desire he once had. But the way he was looking at her now, she thought he might crave her touch as she much as she did his, and she slowly tilted her head to brush her lips against his. A loud knock interrupted her train of thought and she shrieked as her grip loosened and she dropped the dagger. Aemond quickly dove to catch it before she could accidentally stab herself, turning to the young squire opening the door with a stormy look, teeth gritted in annoyance.
"What?"
"The king requests your presence, my Prince." The squire shuffled about nervously under Aemond's glare. Turning back to her, Aemond brought her hand to his lips before following the boy from the room. Y/N couldn't help but feel a little deflated.
Y/N had read the same page at least thrice, as she kept peeking over the top to stare at her husband as he removed his tunic and shirt to prepare for bed. She felt her cheeks blaze as he caught her gaze, never fully having lost her natural shyness. Aemond only looked concerned, hurrying over to her to press a hand to her forehead as if checking for a fever. "Are you well, my love? You look a little flushed." Y/N only sighed in frustration, standing and placing her book on a table so Aemond's arm dropped back to his side, a look of hurt crossing his features.
"Do you not want me to touch you?"
"Not like that." Y/N murmured barely above a whisper. Though of course he heard her all the same, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion
"I don't understand."
And before she could stop them, words came tumbling out. All of her fears and her anxieties spilling forth as if they could no longer be contained.
"Like you need to fix me. You only touch me to check my temperature or hold me when I wake in the night from my nightmares. You never kiss me anymore, and you act as if the slightest touch will break me. Do you not want me anymore? In the way a husband desires his wife."
Aemond's eye was wide, his mouth parted open in surprise at her outburst, which almost made her feel ashamed. But she could no longer keep her feelings secret to spare his. He took a step towards her, then another, approaching her slowly, carefully.
"I did not know that my advances would be welcome. Not after all that has happened, all I have done and all of the pain I have caused you. Do not mistake my caution for a lack of desire."
Coming to a stop in front of her, Aemond cupped her face between his hands. And then she saw it. The glint of longing in his eye that matched her own.
"It was torture thinking you would never forgive me, never love me again. And when you did I was terrified one mistep would cause you to change your mind or that it would distress you. I was thinking of you and you alone, my dearest love." And after a moment of silence, he smiled down at her, a tinge of vulnerability visible that had too oft been concealed with a marked guardedness. "Of course I want you."
"I want you too." Y/N sighed, a shudder going through her as Aemond began to trace his fingers up her arm, painfully slowly, his touch feather light.
"Good".
And then he was kissing her wildly, fervently, everywhere he could reach. Her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, continuously returning to her lips, all the while gently pushing them backwards towards the bed. When she felt the backs of her knees hit the frame, he pressed her down onto the sheets before climbing on top of her, mindful of his weight. Y/n gasped as he pressed his lips to the top of her breasts at the neckline of her dress, all the while reaching a hand down to drag her skirt up to her hips. his touch wasn't soft now but almost frantic, his kisses harder each time as he pressed his lips to hers with a fierce intensity. He whispered quickly to her in high valyrian, and she had a vague notion that he was calling her beautiful, telling her that he loved her.
Pulling away suddenly, their heavy breaths mingling together under their proximity, Aemond looked into her eyes with a strange mixture of seriousness and need. "How much do you like this dress? I can be careful if you wish it." By the way his fingers were trailing over the fabric, as if he were itching to remove the last few layers that separated them, Y/N already knew Aemond's preference.
"It's not one of my favourites."
Aemond needed no more encouragement, gripping the fabric bunched up at her waist in both hands he ripped it clean in half, the sound making Y/N blush as he pushed the torn remnants aside to leave her in just her slip and corset.
"I will have another made for you that you prefer."
Y/N giggled, pulling the the eye patch from her husband's face as Aemond returned his lips to trail down her throat, hitching one of her legs around his torso and trailing his hand up the sensitive skin on the back of her thigh.
"I will hold you to it." Y/N teased, running her hands through Aemond's hair and down his back as he hummed appreciatively.
Aemond paused for a moment, his face buried in the crook of her neck and his voice came out in a whisper.
"I love you."
Y/N wrapped her arms around Aemond's neck, holding him to her and stroking his hair. "And I love you "
Aemond raised his head to mould their lips together again, Y/N arching into him to deepen the kiss, feeling that no more words were necessary. They belonged with one another and if Y/N could wish for anything it was that they would never be parted again.Â
Y/N felt her heart swell at the sight of her husband playing with his niece Jahaera. Helaena seemed unconcerned as Aemond threw her daughter up into the air, the little girl giggling in delight, and caught her up in his arms, only continuing to work on her beetle embroidery.
"Time for bed little niece. The hour grows late."
Jahaera pouted stubbornly, causing Aemond's lips to quirk up in amusement.
"I'm not tired. I don't want to sleep."
"Before long only the owls will still be awake. You must go to sleep now little love. Unless I'm wrong and you are an owl I've mistaken for my niece?"
Jahaera laughed at her uncle, though she allowed him to scoop her up and carry her over to her cot.
As Y/N watched Aemond's affectionate interactions with Jahaera, she thought he would make a loving father one day. She hoped he'd agree as judging by the lateness of her blood that month she might have to test her theory sooner rather than later.
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Wait with Me | Yandere Hermes
Yandere Pantheon College AU (6/7) | Master List
The jingling of your keys could be heard through the halls, reverberating off the walls just like the quick tapping of your shoes. Lingering students rushed out of the way, average or elite. Your title as the superintendent of the college was one to be feared. While you werenât a part of the board that made more ultimate decisions, you kept your district in tight order. Recently, the claims against the elite staff were far too many and had plenty of evidence. Which warranted an investigation on your part.Â
With your clipboard in hand, you only had to stand in front of the administrative office door for it to open, revealing a mousy secretary who let you inside before leaving. Paying no mind to them you glared at the doorway of the private office space, seeing a familiar face of the Vice Principal.Â
âHermes.â
â(Y/n).âÂ
He held the door open for you as you walked to the window behind the desk. Peering outside the window you could see the contrast between the elite and average athletes. Both work equally hard and yet only one has the resources to demonstrate that. It was an infuriating display.Â
You turned to the Vice Principal who had a tray of tea and scones, holding it up in offering. Glaring at piping tea, you nodded your head turning your attention back to the window. The sound of the clinking glass being set down and the pouring of the tea didnât distract you. Only turning your head when Hermes came to your side, politely handing the cup and saucer to you.Â
âHave our athletes caught your attention?â
Swirling the herbal liquid in its cup you tentatively took a sip, looking down at your reflection with contempt. You figured humoring him wouldnât hurt,â Yes, especially the ones that clearly arenât given the same treatment.â
Hermes's polite smile dropped only for a second as he glanced at the average students in the courtyard. Turning back he had a smile on his face.
âThat must be why you decided to pay us such an impromptu visit.â
You didnât bother to look at him again,â Whereâs the principal, he and I have lots to discuss.â
âHe went to check on a complaint made by one of the staff. This errand might take quite a while if you wanted to come back another tiââ
âIâll wait,â the interruption made his smile drop again,â If heâs going to be awhile thatâs fine with me.â
Not missing the unpleased twitch in his smile you turned to settle into Zeusâ chair as you poked at the scones provided to you. Feeling the glare on the back of your head, you hid your smile while you bit into the pastry.Â
All that was left was to wait.Â
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The tapping of your steps was incredibly quick, practically running as you peered into every single one of the windows leading to the many classrooms. Youâd foregone the jiggling keys on your belt, more than certain youâd scare off the man youâd been trying to hunt down.
After vaguely searching all the classrooms you continued your speedy walk into the office already passing the secretary who tiredly was getting up from their seat. Stomping towards the Principalâs private office there was the wrong but familiar face youâd have to see.Â
âHello (Y/n)!â
âCan it Hermes, get the tea.â
You made yourself comfortable sitting in Zeusâs vacant chair, breathing out your nose as you tried to calm your nerves. Stopping when you smelt the familiar fragrance of your favorite drink.Â
âDecided to serve you something more to your taste.â
Hermes was still smiling as he stood near you, a different one than the insincere one he had when you first came into this office all those weeks ago. You took a sip of the drink as you turned to the desk ahead; finally spotting the plate full of your favorite dessert.Â
Tilting your head to him you asked a question,â I donât remember telling you these were my favorites.â
He chuckled with his eyes closed, âI decided to make a few calls. Do let me know if you like it!â
Thinking of those on the board and in your offices who paid enough attention and would be willing to share such trivial information with Hermes. Though as an elite you figured this kind of phishing was easy. Granted you werenât a stranger to the power of the elites but it was still surprising when it was such an intimate detail about you.Â
Looking into his now open eyes you divided your attention with the pile of papers on the desk. Taking a glance at the material, it was evident that Zeus had been working on them recently. A far contrast from the vacant office you were constantly greeted with on your surprise visits.Â
âHow did those renovations for your house go?â
The question made you hesitate because of the intimacy. Tracing the topic back to one of your many visits where you excused yourself to take a call with the project manager, you figured he must have listened in. Nonetheless, you didnât feel a need to call him out but your private life was just that. Private. Thus you quipped with a simple: âFine.â
Busying yourself with another sip of your drink you hoped heâd leave it at that. Youâll admit that since your sixth visit, heâs been a lot more talkative. But you didnât plan to indulge even if he had that air of charisma that many had.
âI hope youâll invite me when you have a housewarming party.â
You snorted,â I doubt it would be up to your standards. Unlike the board, I have a much more modest living space.â
âThatâs alright,â the wink with a smile did not fill you with ease, âI happen to like tight spaces.â
You shouldâve just said âSureâ or âMaybe.â Kicking yourself for engaging in the first place you settled for a hum as you took a bite of the snacks. Hoping that would be the end of it.
It was not.Â
âWould you like a glass of water?â
âA wet towel, Superintendent?â
âWould you like a massage, (Y/n)?â
It was getting worse. If this is what Zeus went through youâd understand why he was avoiding his office. The Vice Principal was too much like an over-eager butler constantly feeding you snacks as though that was the only reason why you were here. To just get him to stop you let him do the massage.Â
âSo tense (Y/n), it worries me that you arenât sleeping at night.â
Looking out the expanse of the window you sneered at his reflection,â Not that itâs any of your business but being an active Superintendent requires I be available at any time.âÂ
His gloved hands squeezed especially hard on one of the weaker points on your shoulders, causing you to hiss. You turned around to glare at him, he held his hands up in surrender waving them around.Â
âIâm so incredibly sorry! I didnât realize you were so sore there.â
âMaybe I should just go to a professional therapist.â
âPlease Superintendent at least let me soothe this knot. I couldnât bear having you drive home with such pain.â
Huffing you turned back to the window hearing a small âthank youâ as you got back into position. Looking at the courtyard the only students around were those traveling between classes. Some talk in groups, others speedily walk on their own, and othersâŚ.seem to look at one bush with curiosity before scampering away. What was that?
Leaning your head you looked at the abnormally round bush that students were running away from, expecting to see the tail of a snake or even a cat. Instead, your attention is drawn to the wrinkled hand on the ground. A wrinkled hand that might belong to the principal.Â
âHold onââ you stand to open the window only for those gloved hands to shove you back into your seat.Â
Hermes quickly pulled you away from the window walking in front to open it. Swinging out the glass panes he hones in on the spot you noticed, quickly turning to the armoire against the wall. From a door you hadnât noticed before, Hermes pulls out an air rifle that he carries to the opened window.Â
âHeyââ your protest was ignored as he expertly aimed the rifle at the bush firing a generous ten shots. From the further place from the window, you heard a shout and squeal as well as the giggling students.
Having chased off whoever that was Hermes turned to you, air rifle still in hand, he gave you that oh-so-polite smile. Tilting his head to the side, the sun still shining high from behind illuminated the smile that twisted into something sadistic.Â
âNow how about we continue with that massage? We want you relaxed for that meeting that will never happen, after all!â
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You find the Haitani brothers wearing a skirt
Pairings: Rindou x reader, Ran x reader (separately)
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, thigh riding + being called sir/daddy + overstimulation (for Rindou), anal + teasing + denial + overstimulation + oral (for Ran)
Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshots
Author's Note: Both of the bros are 20+. Anyways here's a little something for my current obsessions. Can you tell where I left this as a wip for a month? đ
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You and your boyfriend were having a little couple's sleepover. The two of you had spent all day watching movies, eating snacks, and cuddling together. It was getting late and you decided to hop in the shower before dinner. You certainly did not expect what you'd find when you returned and found your boyfriend on your bed...
No one would have ever guessed that he was shy when it came to anything sexual. His demeanor around everyone else gave off completely different vibes, but you knew otherwise. That's why it was quite a surprise seeing Rindou wearing a pretty black and light blue plaid skirt, humping one of your pillows, wearing one of your hoodies, and panting like a bitch in heat
Clearly he'd been doing this the whole time you were showering. He was visibly trembling. Hips rutting into the pillow and staining it with precum. He was so into it that he didn't even notice you until you spoke
âIf you needed me that badly you could've said something before I took a showerâ you smiled, stepping further into the room
âY-y/n?!â he gasped. âI'm s-sorry...aah...pl-lease help me out?â he managed between moans. A look of shame and humiliation from being caught evident in his eyes
âOf course, baby. But only because you asked so nicelyâ you said, taking a seat in the chair in the corner of your room. âC'mereâ
Rindou hesitantly stood up and walked across the room. He stood in front of you fidgeting with his sleeves, unsure of exactly what you had planned.
âSit.â you said while patting your thigh. Rindou hesitated a moment before straddling your thigh and grabbing your shoulders for stability. The tiny bit of friction caused his breath to hitch. âNow just keep doing what you were doing when I walked in.â you instructed, placing your hands on his hips
âAhââ The blush on his cheeks only deepened from your command. âYes, s-sir.â He slowly began humping your thigh, letting out quiet moans and breaths. âMm...feels really good...â he whispered
You grabbed his chin with one hand and pulled him in for a kiss... which quickly turned into a sloppy makeout session. Rindou moaned as you explored his mouth, tangling his hands in your hair. After several minutes, you finally broke apart leaving a string of saliva still connecting you to each other. Then you began trailing your kisses down to his neck. His pace quickened with every kiss and mark you left on his sensitive skin. âSuch a good boy for meâ you cooed, sucking another hickey onto Rindou's neck. Further claiming him as yours.
âAh...mmm...y/n...â Rindou panted. Heat pooling in his gut as he grew closer to his climax
âGo ahead, babyâ you said with your face still pressed against his neck. âLet it all out for meâ
With your sweet words still ringing in his ears, Rindou's thrusts became uneven and desperate until he finally released all over his skirt and your thigh. âHah...ffuck that felt...hah aah...so goodâ
Barely a minute passed before you were gripping his hips and making him hump you again. âNngh?! B-baby, wait I- aah~ â Rindou pleaded with you, but you silenced him by grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling his head back
âYou wanted me to help you, didn't you, darling?â You taunted, keeping up the relentless pace. âI'm just making sure that you're completely satisfied. After all...â You leaned in close to his ear and whispered âI'd hate to change another pillowcase later because you got desperately horny againâ
Rindou whimpered, giving in to the overstimulation. It hurt a bit but, god did the pleasure make up for that. Everything felt so hot. Sweat made the hoodie cling to his back but he couldn't care about something like that right now. The feeling of his wet cock sliding against your thigh, the sticky coated fabric of his skirt rubbing against the head, and you making him move against you despite his body's need to rest.... It was all too much
Rindou's hips moved on their own as he chased his second release. His hands clung to whatever part of you that they could reach as his moans grew louder
âAh! Daddy~ Aaah~â His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he twitched and spasmed in your lap, cumming all over your thigh again
You let him collapse onto your chest as you helped him down from his high. Cooing words of praise into his ear and rubbing circles on his back
âNow it's your turn for a bathâ you teased. Rindou let out a small laugh, still a bit light-headed
âWhew, that felt nice after a lazy day of being covered in snack crumbsâ you said, still drying your hair with a towel. âMr. Throws his popcorn at his boyfr-â
âMmm~ Done already, babe?â Ran said so casually, as if he wasn't fingering himself. On your bed. In a black skirt. When did he even buy that?
It took a minute for you to process what you'd even walked in on. It only took a second to realize that your dick was already hard and that the blood had already rushed to your cheeks
âUh, yeahâ cough âGot bored waiting, huh?â You tried playing it cool
âMhmm. Since you, mmph~, clearly enjoy the view...â He paused to spread his legs further, hoping that it would entice you. âWhy don't you come over here? Get some hands-on actionâ
All restraint flew out of the window as you quickly made your way over to your boyfriend. You wasted no time crashing your lips onto his while your hands squeezed his thighs. Ran let out breathy moans every time your lips parted, his hands instinctually tangling in your hair. You easily slipped two fingers into him, thanks to his previous actions
âMm yeah~â He moaned, arching his back. You began scissoring your fingers, making sure he'd be nice and stretched out for you
You curled your fingers and hit juuust the right spot and Ran let out the sluttiest moan, biting his bottom lip and looking up at you as you smirked
âMore... Please, baby...â He begged. âI need it~â
Before he could say another word you were already reaching for the lube you keep in the nightstand. Deliberately teasing him by slowly pulling out your cock and letting it rest on his stomach before you lubed yourself up. The sight of his skirt flipped up made you even harder
âFuuuck...â Ran whined. The feeling of your already hard dick on his skin made the blood rush to the surface of his skin. Causing his cheeks, the tips of his ears, and his shoulders to redden. He watched you take your time, wishing you'd just put it in already. He feels empty just thinking about it...
âReady?â You positioned your dick right at his entrance
âMhmâ Ran nodded
You slid into him slowly. Torturously slow. Too slow
âC'mon, baby, don't tease me like thisâ He pouted
âYou think this is teasing?â Oh, you just had a wonderful idea! âI'll show you what real teasing feels like.â You finally bottomed out inside of him. Giving him a second to adjust to your full size before slowly pulling almost all the way back out, only to slooowly slide back in. You kept your pace nice and steady, holding Ran's hips still to prevent him from getting what he wanted
âShit... ah... You're so meanâ Ran breathed out, hands gripping the sheets by his head. He wanted more, needed more so fucking badly
You graciously increased your pace, though it still wasn't enough for him. He rolled his hips with the rhythm of your thrusts, hoping to gain some friction. Anything to alleviate the tightening in his core. Fuck, he was close already. Just keep moving and...
âWait, w-why did you stop?â Ran cried. His hips chasing yours, silently begging for you to continue
You only smiled deviously in response. Cupping Ran's face as he nuzzled into your palm. You wanted to break him, just a little bit. Just enough to hear him beg for you like his life depended on it. Enough to see him so desperate for your cock that he'd do anything
Without saying another word you shoved your dick all the way back in, relishing in Ran's pretty cries as you began pounding him. Him throwing his head back onto the pillows, growing close once more. Don't stop this time. Please just- Right there, keep going...
You pulled out completely. âN-no...fuck... Why did-â He cried breathlessly. Frustrated with your continued denial
You grabbed his dick, the head leaking precum all over his stomach and soaking his skirt, and started gliding your hand up and down the shaft. Ran's back arched again, pitiful cries leaving his mouth as he grabbed your arm. The sudden, intense friction making his head feel fuzzy.
You made eye contact just as your thumb ran across his slit and Ran whimpered. It was way too hot in here... He begged you to keep moving your hand. âHah... Don't stop. Don't stop, baby... G-gonna-â
With one last schlick sound you removed your hand from his dick. His body twitched, once again denied the pleasure of release. Tears pooled in the corners of Ran's eyes. Fuck, he was really cute right now.
You leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. âAsk nicely for me?â You prompted
âPlease... I need youâ He said, practically giving you puppy eyes. Good boy
You lined yourself back up and pushed in once more. Quickening your pace and jerking him off at the same time. Ran wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you close as he looked at you, silently asking for permission
âCumâ
That was all he needed to hear. His grip on your hair tightening as he came all over his own chest. The pleasure from being edged damn near knocked the wind out of him. Stars clouded his vision, hips still involuntarily humping into your hand and grinding against your cock
You allowed him a minute to catch his breath. Thanking whatever gods may be out there that this gorgeous boy was all yours
You pulled out, the empty feeling making him whine. He was so adorable
Then you leaned down and took as much of him into your mouth as you could fit. Pinning his hips in place so that he couldn't move away
âHnngh?! Y/n?!â Ran squealed. âWait, I just- Ah!â
Ran screamed while you bobbed your head up and down. Sucking him off with fervor. He wrapped his thighs around your head instinctually, squeezing hard. He tried fucking up into your mouth and you let go of his hips, allowing him to practically facefuck you
Composure be damned. You wanted to make him cum again no matter what it took and Ran wanted to cum again, despite the pain from being overstimulated
You hummed and the vibrations on his dick finally pushed him over the edge. Ran wailed as he came down your throat, your warm, wet mouth milking every last bit out. You released his dick with a wet pop sound, licking your lips clean of his cum
He went limp, collapsing from exhaustion. Panting and barely able to keep his eyes open anymore. There was one small problem, however. You hadn't come yet and your dick has been rock hard this entire time
You gently pulled Ran up and into your lap, letting him lean against your chest and bury his face in the crook of your neck. You lifted him a bit and bottomed out once more, groaning at how wet his hole felt around you
âOh god... aahâ Was all he could manage to get out. Too tired to move, all Ran could do was hold onto your arms and softly moan as you pounded into him again, chasing your own release
You kept your arms wrapped around him, supporting his back so that he wouldn't fall backwards. Fucking into his hole desperately. You felt the heat pool in your core, speeding up your thrusts until you finally spilled inside of him
Ran's tired moans mixed with yours and you kissed his shoulder as you humped into him. Fucking your cum deeper into him
You gently lay him down onto your bed, pulling out and watching some of your cum drip out and onto the sheets. Ran passed out immediately
You grabbed a warm, wet towel from the bathroom and cleaned the both of you up. Kissing his forehead before joining him for a nap
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Summary:Â What if San notices his sasaengs in the crowd near you at Coachella and suddenly you are nowhere to be seen anymore?
Genre: angst, hurt/NO comfort
Pairing: bf!San X fem!reader
Additional Characters: ATEEZ - members
Word Count:Â 1601
Warnings: kidnapping, sasaengs, death threats, reader getting hurt, blood, panicked San, angry San, angry ateez, possibly weapons mentioned, major character death
networks: @mirohs-aurora-society
notes: I apologize in advance for any tears and heartbreaks <3
other links: n/a
Š by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.
Only a week ago, San had introduced you to ATINY as his girlfriend after a bit over a year of dating now. None of the boys would have thought that this would start a chain of actions that end up with what happened today and the following days.
It's the soundcheck for Coachella. You were settled near the stage, watching and cheering for San and the boys, while they made sure that their big performance would go perfectly fine. You knew that they're nervous, but you always believed in them. Every now and then, San glanced over to you, just like the other seven boys do, they all grew close to you, since you made San happy.Â
Unbeknownst to you, there had been some of San's fans, mainly one specific sasaeng and her friends, but San had spotted them already. He had looked worried, but you thought it would only be because he's nervous about the performance, after all, they're the first korean boy group to perform here. This thought is quickly discarded when you feel something pointy being held against your side, a hand quickly wrapped around your face to cover your mouth while you're dragged into a little crowd, out of San's view.
You could hear his voice falter through the microphone, him whispering your name first before shouting it, the panic in his voice evident. Hushed voices told you to stay quiet while you were dragged away, the sharp object by now cutting into your flesh, since you only wore one of San's crop tops he brought with him. The last thing you heard before someone knocked you out, was San's broken voice calling your name again and again, followed by the sound of his microphone dropping and some faint sobs.
â San pov â
âWhere is she?â Hongjoong asked, he's fuming with anger and his voice merely an angry hiss. After San broke down on stage during the sound check, they had looked everywhere, but no one had seen y/n anywhere. Now, San was sitting on the sofa, Wooyoung trying to console him while San's eyes seemed void of any life. His hyungs were discussing the search with the bodyguards and managers, but they haven't found any lead to you yet.
While Wooyoung quietly talked to San, the door to the backstage room burst open and Jongho arrived with Yeosang, some paper in his hands. âHyung! We found this at the spot where y/nnie was watching us fromâŚâ The maknae said quietly, handing the paper to Hongjoong. It was a collection of cut out letters, blood splatters on it. The letter said that San should forget you, or the blood wouldn't be the only thing you'd lose. With a quick glance at San, Hongjoong clenched his fists, feeling angry, but also helpless. What if these people truly hurt you? What if searching for a way to get you back to his younger member would endanger your life?
âHyungâŚwhat's that?â San's croaked voice rang through the room, his eyes focused on the paper in Hongjoong's hand. The older one already wants to put it into his pockets, yet San was quicker, snatching the paper from the captain's hand, Wooyoung and Jongho trying to stop him but failing. When San finally reads the letter, he feels tears clouding his vision, squeezing them shut to try and refocus his eyes on the cut out letters. It doesn't take too long and his legs give out under him, causing San to drop on his knees, his breath shallow and his heart feeling as if an icy hand grips around it. âIt- thisâŚthis can be a coincidenceâŚright? We don- don´t know if this really is-â He stutters, hyperventilating while speaking. Wooyoung quickly gets down next to his best friend, trying to calm him down, but it doesn't help at all. The final blow is Jongho, who holds out his hand and then opens it, your necklace, a locket with a photo of you and san inside, dangling from his fingers, the silver of the chain and pendant covered in a crimson red.
San Ěs eyes widen at this sight, frozen in shock for a few moments before he just falls against Wooyoung´s chest, sobbing uncontrollably and muttering out your name between the sobs. Hongjoong watches this for a few more moments, thinking about a solution. The letter said not to include police, but it did not say anything about getting help in other ways. The captain and Seonghwa exchange a short glance before Seonghwa gets out his phone to start a livestream from backstage, Hongjoong speaking, while the eldest makes sure to get San into the view of the camera as well.
âHello Atiny. We know our stage should begin in a few hours, but we felt the need to come live to ask you for help. As you guys can see, San is devastated, and not only him, but all of us. Y/n, San´s girlfriend has vanished and we know that she had been taken by someone. They have sent a letter, telling San to not think about her, but his fans,â Hongjoong says calmly, but his voice is shaky as he holds up the letter they got, followed by a picture of San and you. âIf any of you have seen her in the last hour, please let us or our staff know, so we can get our y/n back.â
Most comments were useless, only talking about how unfair it is that you got to be his girl, not even showing concern for you at all. However, one comment got Seonghwa´s attention, his eyes wide. âI saw her with friends, she seemed passed out drunk thoâ. He immediately sent a private message to the person through the group´s account, asking if they could explain more. The commenter explained that you seemed somewhat out of it, one of your assumed friends holding you up but when they had asked the group if they needed help, the friends seemed to have run away. Seonghwa tried to get some more answers from the commenter, but they couldn't tell him much more. A knock on the door did pull the attention away from Seonghwa´s phone and towards the door.Â
Hongjoong was the one who answered the door, everyone holding their breath when they stared into the face of San Ěs manager who only shook their head. âWhat-â The captain asked, but got cut by the manager´s words. âThey´ve found herâŚBut i don't think you should go.â He says quietly, but it's loud enough that all the boys look at him now. San tries to get up and walk towards the door, but wooyoung is quick to catch him, because his legs just give up halfway when a police officer appears behind the manager. âWe need one of you to confirm that it's her.â The officer said and with a quick nod, Yunho already walked up, gesturing to the others to take care of San. Exchanging looks, the members nod, but then Wooyoung looks up at the others and waves Seonghwa over to take over holding San, so he could accompany Yunho.
The walk to where they found you felt like hours for them, neither Yunho, nor Wooyoung talking the whole time, both lost in their own thoughts. When the police officer stops, he looks at both with a concerned look, frowning. âIt's not a very nice sight. But we need to know if it's her. Please step away if the sight makes you nauseous.â He says, then leads the two men to the spot they found you.
You laid there, your empty eyes staring up to the sky, at least the one that's not covered by the blood coming from a big hole that was smashed into your temple. Wooyoung grabs Yunho´s arm tightly to hold himself up at the sight, Yunho only nods and then has to avert his gaze, looking away from your destroyed body. âIt- It´s y/nâŚâ Wooyoung mumbles before stumbling away from the scene, barely holding onto his hyung before crouching down to empty his stomach outside of the police barricades. Yunho just supports his younger member before they both slowly make their way back to the backstage area where they had left San with the others, but they freeze in their tracks when they hear the blood curdling scream from the spot where the police had found your body.Â
Somehow, San had convinced the others to bring him here and before anyone could manage to hold him back, he had fought his way through and stumbled through the barricades. Now, he's just kneeling there, staring at your body that quickly gets covered with a white sheet, which turns red fast. His head dropped forwards on his chest, his eyes looking empty, as if all life had drained from them. Yunho and Seonghwa hurried to grab him, pulling him up and away from the scene by his upper body and San doesn't even resist, his legs dragging over the grass. The only sounds that can be heard from San are whispered words, or rather, one word; repeating your name over and over. Without hesitation, Hongjoong cancels the second Coachella performance and all concerts and anything for the next few months, even making a video statement that because of what happened, they won't be doing any live performances or anything for the time being. Then, he returns to taking care of his members, tears in his eyes because you were loved by all of them, they all were grateful for the love you gave San all the time.
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