#Saw a fanfiction about it and now I'm obsessed

[nutmeggery]

I need Neil Gaiman to know that Good Omens 2 made me feel emotions I haven't felt in nearly a decade.

When I heard there was going to be a Good Omens 2 I was looking forward to it, of course. I just wasn't expecting it do anything super special to my emotions. I was sure I'd enjoy it, though. I really enjoyed s1.

But, for the last few years, I watched shows and afterwards basically thought well, that was fun, and I quickly moved on and didn't think much about them. There was only about 3 shows in the last 5 years that had made me feel truly emotional and stayed on my mind to the point where I felt like I needed to engage in fandom for a while. (Good Omens 1 was one of them.)

I wasn't spoiled by the leak. I never even knew there was a leak. So I had no idea what was coming in s2. And oh boy...

See, I'd watched Our Flag Means Death, a show where you don't expect the lead characters to kiss, because, well, that never happens in these types of shows, right? And this is important because when they did kiss, it felt like a door that had been locked with just about all the high security locks in the world had suddenly, inexplicably, been opened. Something switched inside me. It took me months to understand what it was, but when I thought about Good Omens before s2 came out, I realized what it was.

I would never truly enjoy a bromance they're-only-queer/in love-by-your-own-interpreation story ever again. Stories where nothing is confirmed, just subtext that anyone who doesn't want to see it can easily deny and mock those who wish it was more.

While it was clear that Crowley and Aziraphale cared a lot about each other in s1, and were probably in love, it was still just a fun ship for fans to play with in fanfiction and fanart. Do they love each other? Oh sure. In what way? Well, that's up to interpretation. Ok, cool. But it's not quite Our Flag Means Death, is it?

Then I watched Good Omens 2. And from episode 1 I saw my favourite Angel and Demon duo love each other. And I was having the best time. I hadn't had such a good time watching a show in a long while. It was not only right up my alley, it was an alley I wasn't even aware was my alley until I saw it. I enjoyed seeing the old characters, the new characters. Oh, I was wonderful.

It was clear to me that, of course Crowley and Aziraphale love each other, are IN love with each other, showing it in their own way. And I wasn't expecting it to be THIS obvious.

And then when the kiss happened, I couldn't believe it. I covered my mouth with both hands and gasped and sat up straight in my seat. I had never expected it--the heartbreak it added to the already heartbreaking scene--it rewired something inside me.

It was like my emotions had been locked up in a stall like a horse for so, so long, and now the gate had been opened, the stable door kicked down, and the horse was running out onto the large pasture into the daylight, bucking and kicking up grass. Oh my god, I have to take a few minutes to process that entire 6 hour marathon of emotions.

And by a few minutes I meant a few days.

More than a few, actually.

I didn't need a kiss to understand how much they loved each other, but I did need the kiss to understand how intense and heartbreaking their separation is for them after everything.

But more than that, the kiss broke a barrier. They really did it, I thought. They really dared.

Aziraphale and Crowley aren't human males, no, but they're played by male actors. And that is significant. That makes the kiss significant. In the world we currently live in.

Weeks later, I'm still obsessed with the show, re-watching s1 and 2, reading the book again, listening to the audio drama. And I'm on tumblr, seeing people's posts and art to somehow sate my hunger for a s3 that doesn't exist (yet).

And I'm having a wonderful time.

[maaikeatthefullmoon]

Once upon a time, there was a Good Omens fanfiction reader, who swore they didn't like AUs.

They read all the discussions about the 'classics', the 'must reads' and shrugged.

"But it's not canon", they muttered to themself. "They're not human. How on Earth can anyone write these stories about them when they're not actually bloody human? It’s not right."

And then, dear reader, they were persuaded to read just one AU. They were still an angel and a demon, just in a slightly different universe. And then...then they tried a human AU. And then...then they were hooked. Obsessed, one might say.

That reader, dear reader, was me. Of course. Obviously. Well, duh. And I would like to share the obsession in the form of some recommendations.

I have the wonderful @shadesofecclescakes to thank for MANY of these absolute beauties, she is absolutely the QUEEN of recommendations (and medicinal gifs).

So, now, in no particular order, some Highly Recommended AUs:

Or Be Nice by charlottemadison Rated E - A is a bookseller, C is a drummer, they are BOTH petty bitches. They're newly neighbours. C has a CAT and I'm there for it, he also has migraines and I hard relate. It's bitchy and the pranks were DIVINE. It was also deliciously spicy. The loveliness is that the author really captured the flawed nature of humans but also how it can be overcome. Same author as What We Make of It (what was Shotgun Wedding - an absolute GO AU CLASSIC and one of the best things I've ever read)

Not a Mounted Dildo but a Fuck Machine by NaroMoreau & summerofspock Rated E - So very, very E. This one was just filthy. So wonderfully filthy. The authors would like to tell you there was no plot to their porn, but there really was. A meets a girl online, because A is straight. He really is. Honest. But then, oops, lockdown happens. But, it's a good thing, really. For his best homeboy C is there, to help this poor virgin 'learn the ropes' for when lockdown is over and he goes on his first date...with the girl he's so very much into...coz, no homo, yo...;)

The Whole Damned World Seemed Upside Down by WyvernQuill Rated M - An AU in the way that it's still angel/demon but after Crowley makes a wish for things to be 'different', the universe obliges...and he's dumped into a reality which is very, very different to what he knew. He learns some truths and there's a whole lot of drama. Beautifully written with a wonderful plot and great drama. Excellently described and would make for great TV. (Oh, and Death in the new reality is really squeamish - it's brilliant.)

Telling Tall Tales by Siobhans_World Rated E - A sweet pretend relationship fic, where A pretends to be Maggie's boyfriend to help her pass as straight for her family. But he then meets her cousin, C, who he then inevitably (ineffably?) falls for. Miscommunication, angst, fluff, gay panic, it's got everything.

Flawless by @mrghostrat & @chernozemm Rated E - I've decided only to include one fic by each author and boyyy was it hard for ghostrat! But Flawless was, well, flawless. For such a relatively short story, it kept us guessing until the end. The characters were all beautifully written - the flaws (ha.) were DEEP and CRACKED but so fucking perfectly sculpted and presented. It was incredibly real and believable. Extremely maturely written and satisfying. AND THE ART!!!

How To Pull An Angel: A Bunnings DIY Guide by NascentSurrender Rated M - When I first saw the title, I thought it was going to be a silly, irreverent, comedy romp. But it was actually a funny, well written story that will stick in my mind always. Firstly, C watches Bluey - which is now CANON for me. Secondly, having lived in Aus as a child, I've got a soft spot for the country anyway, and I've barely ever seen it come up, so this was lovely. There were some wonderfully humorous bits, but also tender and beautiful moments that I adored.

Montreal Confidential by Maggie_Honeybite Rated E - I learned about Montreal (and Canada & their baked goods), classical music and mafia stuff in this fic. A is a widower. C plays the cello. His cello's name is Bentley. This is one of the only age-gap, mild D/s fics I've actually gotten into. There's fluff AND drama. CW for non-con (not A/C)

Under the Summer Stars by @pannotbread Rated E - an amazing astrophysics/astroecology/astrobiology fic that has pining, slow burn and Only One Telescope (yes, really, and it's everything you'd imagine). It's got beautifully written (erotic) imagery and So Much Science that's been written accessibly but still with amazing detail. It's poetry. It's hot. It's gorgeous. CW for internalised homophobia and self hatred. *Not completed yet*

Oddity by @tsyvia48 Rated E - A museum fic! About David Bowie! A is in charge of collections, C is an actor hired by (highly incompetent) Gabriel to guest curate a new Bowie exhibit. Miscommunication ensues for delicious tension. There's bitchiness, there's a bit of light angst, there's a lotta love. *Not Completed Yet* Poetry Carved In Flesh by @fellandcrow Rated E - I'm obsessed by tattoos. Hence, I am obsessed by this story. I'm planning a(n enormous) GO tattoo once GO3 is out, and this fic has actually helped me with my ideas. London-based A stalks lovingly follows Edinburgh-based tattoo artist C online. They build up a rapport. Well, C likes A. A is SMITTEN with C. C encourages A to get tattoos. Which he does. C designs a tattoo especially for A, the fic has currently left off at the point where C is in London and going to tattoo A. *Not Completed Yet*

There Is A Light & It Never Goes Out by @phoen1xr0se Rated M - A escapes from a disappointing, chaotic life to a remote island for five months to do research on puffins. There he meets lighthouse keeper C. Who also ran away, 20 odd years ago. There is a chaotic, found family on the island, but it is small, and it is lovely. This fic is written with love and passion and the imagery is so beautiful. The author has actually gone to do Actual. Physical. Research. on puffins. So how is THAT for dedication? Cannot wait until it resumes. *Not Completed Yet*

Ok, because I am Bad At Tumblr, I've not tagged the majority of authors, if you are on here - please let me know if you're here and I'll edit!

I should probably add in the following, I suppose. I'm writing an AU.

Free by, well, me. Imposterssyndrome (yes I know it's Imposter Syndrome, but that one already existed) Rated E - A runs a bookshop, C has an unfortunate past as a runaway ex-addict. They meet in an acute mental health ward after both having had a mental health crisis. Eventually A invites C to move in, and they navigate sharing a space, and their lives together. The story starts heavy, and is an emotional roller coaster, but there are moments of fluff and smut mixed in. There is a happy ending, I promise. It's a passion project, heavily researched and has a LOT of lived experience in it. I've gotten to know some amazing people through it who have messaged me and shared their experiences and I'm so glad I wrote it. *Not Completed Yet*

Last thing to say - once I finish Free, I will be teaming up with @shadesofecclescakes to write another human AU which is VERY much in her wheelhouse and I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT. I just know you're all going to LOVE it. The only thing that will make it even better is ART, so we're still on the hunt for someone.

**Last-last thing to say. I’ve missed off a few Biggies. There are some super popular AUs, mostly written around 2019. Most people will have read them. I’ve tried to focus on the perhaps lesser-known & WIP ones. Although I know many people don’t read WIPs, hopefully you’ll (book)mark them for future!**

[yxluana]

Calling all those who write stories about Resident Evil, especially Leon Kennedy.

I've recently developed an unhealthy obsession with this man after re playing Re6 (OLDER LEON>>>>) , and coincidentally i just saw a video on tik tok of a girl publicize her Fanfiction, the plot was: the reader who breaks up with her boyfriend, and her ex's father starts writing to her, and they start a sort of situationship, you know what i mean..........😶

The point is that now i can't help but imagine Leon as the ex boyfriend's father.

Now i feel the NEED to read a Leon Fanfiction with this plot, a series, whatever you want, so PLEASE (I'm begging you) if any of you are liking the idea , and are kind enough to write something PLEASE TAG ME, I would really appreciate it....sorry if my english is not perfect but it is not my first language.....

[peachywritesstuff]

Charlie Walker relationship Headcannons

An: I'm obsessed with Rory. That is where my loyalties lie.

This has she/her pronouns in it btw(only once tho)

He is your Gomez Addams

"Look at her. I would die for her,I would kill for her."

That is him talking about you.

Dude will literally murder someone for you.

He is the type of person to just have the biggest crush on someone and not say anything for a VERY long time.

Won't catch him confessing his feelings for you. You would be the one to have to make the move.

I don't think this would he his first relationship but his first serious one.

Dude will only have eyes for you.

Would by shy at the beginning of your relationship and be cutely awkward with you.

Movie dates 100%

Loves just staring you

Likes to rant on about horror movies and will blush when he catches himself ranting.

Not to much pda for him. Holding hands, pecks,and kissing cheeks is all I see him doing in public.

In private however...

Man's is very affectionate.

Would be the first to say I love you.

Will have a nice lil makeout but he would be redder than a cherry afterwards.

I think we all know that he is inexperienced

But here me out... he would be natural at EVERYTHING.

Will go into cardiac arrest if he sees you naked.

Brain overload. He will not know what to do.

A part of him wants to look away like a gentleman but another part of him wants to just stare.

Likes when you play with his hair.

You would definitely NOT be killed and will make it known to Jill that if she puts one single scratch on you that he will kill her.

And Jill knows damn well to not hurt you unless she wants to face Charlie's wrath.

I mean Jill saw what he did to Olivia,that could easily be her if she didn't keep her word of keeping her hands off you.

I don't even think he would want Jill to give you any calls.

Like he wanted you completely out of it.

(Lets pretend Jill didn't kill him okay?)

He is definitely two faced and takes on a whole persona when he is under the Ghostface mask.

If he does so happen to come across you during his killings then he would let you get away without making it look like he is doing that if that makes sense.

He a lil crazy,but I think we all knew that by now. He is our little psychotic bby.

soft yandere vibes

He is a lil bit toxic (just a wee bit)

When it is revealed he is the killer you just broke down crying cuz you were angry and sad that the boy you loved so dearly was a murderer.

If you caught him in the middle of an act you would not want him to touch you. At all.

He could start crying when you backed away from him

He can't just kill you when you figure out his identity he fucking loves you

He'd let you go and not go after you.

(Sorry Jill lover's but let's pretend he got away with it and Jill got caught and died for fanfiction purposes)

Since he got away with it he woke up in the hospital with a stab wound close to his heart. Jill was revealed as the murderer.

You were still in shock and did not say anything. Partially out of fear.

You didn't talk to him for weeks. Hell probably even months after.

You knew you should turn him in but you didn't.

When you do talk to him again it's the same awkward Charlie you know who was still in love with you(are we surprised??)

It took a looooong time to trust him again.

You felt like you had been lied too.

After getting away with the murders Charlie was never going to kill again.

Keyword: Was.

When you began to get calls from the new Ghostface/s he just had to get out of retirement and handle the shit.

If there is 2,he could play it smart and might kill both of them. Or kill one and Injure the other.

You didn't have to know this. No one did.

Charlie learned that some things were better left unsaid.

And he be damned if he lost you again

I guess old habits die hard huh?

[gremlinmodetweeker]

I Entered Daniel's Den and I Saw the Truth Before Me

So I'm struggling a bit writing fanfiction because it's getting dark out and I'm so tired these days. However, the show must go on and so I push forward! However, just so you're all aware, there very well could come a point where I admit, I may struggle to make content and so we might not have some for a bit. But Winter will come to an end, and I will be back to normal! I just need to power through!!!

Tws: Yandere, Kidnapping, Pyschological Horror

Wordcount: 558

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Story Below the Cut

I Entered Daniel's Den and I Saw the Truth Before Me

König sat at the marble kitchen counter, drumming his fingers idly as he looked over the charcuterie boards again. You watched as he took inventory of the crackers, cheese and cut meats again and again, obsessively absorbing every detail into his mechanical mind. You sat silently on a bar stool as you waited for someone to make the next move.

“How long until they come?” you asked quietly.

König glanced at the clock on the oven again.

“Not too long,” he told you as much as he told himself, “Mama will be here soon.”

“Did she tell you when she’d be here?” you tried again.

König’s eyes narrowed briefly before he relaxed and said, “Soon. It shouldn’t be long now.”

You fiddled your thumbs mindlessly. Earlier you were playing with a string on the hem of your sleeve but König was quick to put an end to it, reminding you to keep up a good appearance for his family. You didn’t think a pulled string would matter too much, but König had warned you that they were far more observant than they let on. You wondered if that was true or not. You supposed you’d figure out soon enough.

For his part, König had ensured that the house was immaculate. You thought his incessant fussing would never come to an end, but it seemed that he’d finally come to a point where he couldn’t do any more. You figured that the table of hors d'oeuvres was the final piece for preparation.

If nothing else, you’d enjoyed cooking in the kitchen with König. He’d fully trusted you with the knife, though you noted he was a far more meticulous cook than you’d expected. He had been looking over your shoulder at every turn as you’d sweated a pan of mushrooms. He’d been even worse when he’d been inspecting the size of your diced onions, but at the very least he seemed to be content. He’d been sweet enough to pat you on the head and praise you for a job well done. The simple praise still had your heart fluttering.

König glanced back at the clock and muttered again under his breath. You wanted to ask what exactly he was thinking about, but he was far too focussed on the time to hear your questions. The longer you waited, the more you could see his biceps tense under his silk dress shirt. You were a bit shocked that he was determined to keep his hood on, but maybe that was a family trait? It would make sense. Or, well, you hoped it would.

You hadn’t heard anything at all about König’s family, except that his mother was the matriarch of the home and his siblings were just as demanding. Apparently, his youngest sister was a bit soft-hearted for König’s tastes, but then he’d barked out a laugh and said she probably thought he was the most cruel of the lot of them. You had only recently learned that her name was Klara. You wondered if she was similar in age to you.

Just as you turned to speak to König, the doorbell rang.

König was off like a shot to the front door. You followed behind him nervously as he strode to the front entrance.

You watched König put his hand on the brass doorknob and open the door.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universes

[maleyanderecafe]

not sure if anyone has recomended monster x mediator yet but its such a fun game despite being quite short. the game is supposed to have mutiple routes eventually (which I'm not sure are supposed to be yanderes) but the one it has rn is complete and definitly fits the yandere vibes. If u like things that mix horror with humor and have a funnily pathetic but still terrifing yandere this one is a trip. Also the fact that the guy is a monster that looks like a madness combat character adds to the charm of it in my opinion lol

I'll be honest, I was a little skeptical about this game, but I saw how pathetic he is and now I'm very much on board. This game is supposed to have four different routes, but currently only has one for now. The comedy and horror is well balanced in the game itself. If you want to try out the demo, you can play it here.

The story starts out with the MC taking on a job for a large sum of money. They are currently in debt and need money quick. After receiving the first half of the money, they are directed to go to some abandoned building to get the other half. After receiving it, they are then told their task to go inside of the building. If the MC tries to run away, they will be shot on the spot. If they accept, they will be faced with a couple of doors. Their boss will then tell them that there are monsters that behind each door, and that the MC's job is to get all of them out of the room without dying.

Going into the red door, the MC is pretty much immediately knocked out before waking up and finding a large monster hovering over them and thousands of things pasted up in the walls. You can successfully get him out of the room in three different ways but can also be killed a couple of other ways as well. The first thing he does is declare himself as the MC's biggest fan, getting so excited that he grips his axe menacingly. If the MC gets him too excited, they will end up killing the MC. The monster (later revealed as 404), talks about how much he loves the MC's fanfiction blog and how he was really sad and depressed when the MC blocked him and even sadder when they stopped writing all together. 404 also reveals that he is such a big fan that he also knows all of the MC's passwords and even their bank account, with all of the fanfiction that they written pasted on the wall. 404 then asks if they want to see where he kills everyone and if they can write a fanfic for him.

If the MC is curious about where all the dead bodies are, 404 will bring them into another room to show them. We learn a lot about 404: he doesn't know what kind of monster he is, doesn't really need to eat, loves to kill with his axe and seems to have regenerative abilities considering he was shot in the head and was completely fine the next day. The MC can have two ways to get him out of the room, both of which are hilarious. The first way is to literally beg 404 to leave by pleading desperately (do you know that let me rizz you up meme? That's what you do) until 404 gets tired and does it for his super star. The other way is to seduce (?) 404 by telling him that it would be sexy of him to leave the room, which works well. We also learn about the facility itself, that 404 has been living there since as far as he remembers, that he loves killing the various people that come in, doesn't like the MC's boss (finds them annoying through the walkie talkie) and pretty much only kills and reading the MC's blog.

If the MC decides to oblige 404 with his obsession, they will start to write on a typewriter as 404 stands behind them excitedly. He keeps on asking the MC to add more and more things, making it 100 pages instead of 10, making the story a romance, making it a romance between him and the MC (noting that "the name Nick is the same as his username", which is a huge stretch).

If the MC refuses to write 100 pages, 404 will end up getting extremely angry and hold the MC by the throat, calling them and humans "bitches". He will start to kill the MC, crying and feeling despair as he kills the MC by choking them to death.

If the MC does oblige, they will write the most god awful fanfiction (their words) and end up pretty much just holding the a key until it fills all 100 pages. 404 ends up crying out of happiness at such a beautiful gift and leaves the room, just as the MC wanted.

First of all, I think that the game does a good job of balancing the horror elements with the comedy. I did not expect to like 404 this much and definitely did not expect his personality to be like this. I did feel it was interesting that 404 believes that the MC's writing would "fix him" and even laments that even though he knows it wouldn't, he still wanted to try when he was killing the MC in a choke hold. He basically is a very feral online fan who meets their super idol (which gives me a bit of incel vibes), but not enough to be extremely obvious, much more than other yanderes, with him saying like he's a gentleman, or that he isn't angry at all despite the fact that he got blocked. I also love the various ways that you can get him out of the room, and just how obsessed he is with the MC. He seems to mostly be an obsessive yandere, with him pasting the fanfic of the MC's work all over his walls, delusionally believing that he is the same character that the MC writes, confessing his feelings to the MC while they're writing, not killing the MC (since apparently he's killed every other person that came in) and wanting the MC's writings to fix him. He is also a pretty pathetic type of yandere, hoping desperately that the MC (and their writings) would fix them, crying when he does kill the MC and generally seeing himself in their writing, but also rather dangerous just due to his violent nature. It's fun to see dangerous but pathetic yanderes since I feel like that's something that I haven't seen to much.

I am curious about how the other monsters will be like. It seems that as of writing this, the Knight Monster is currently delayed, so I guess we'll see if he ends up being a yandere too. I would recommend this game just on it's humor and interesting kind of intrigue about why these monsters are in the buildings themselves. He does look like a madness combat characters, you're right.

[elizabethsnuts]

HI! I just came across your blog and I'm already so obsessed, are you able to do a FanFiction where F!Y/N(winterwidow child ofc) and Peter were dating, but one day Y/N comes into her parents room(they were at the verge of making out..) crying and she basically explains how Peter dumped her(Events before Homecoming, No one knows Peter is spiderman and he's just scared if anyone realizes his spiderman they will go for Y/N. He's just looking out for her and hasn't stopped loving her. He just thinks it's for the best 🥹).

basically— winterwidow comforting their bbgirl through her first heartbreak while fighting the urge to beat up Peter)

Heartbreak

WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Peter suddenly dumps you, Natasha and Bucky are determined to find out why.

A/N: Thank you for supporting my work! I’m glad you love my blog 🫶🏻💕

———

You suddenly burst into your parents' room, tears streaming down your face, your sobs filling the quiet night. Natasha and Bucky, both trained to wake at the slightest sound, were instantly alert. They sat up in bed, concern etching deep lines into their faces as they saw your distress.

"Y/N? Dorogoy, what happened?" Natasha asked, her voice soft and soothing as she reached out to you.

You didn't respond immediately, your body wracked with sobs. You climbed onto the bed, seeking the comfort and safety that your parents provided. Bucky wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close while Natasha gently stroked your hair.

"Shh, it's okay, we're here," Bucky murmured, his voice a low rumble that usually calmed you down. But tonight, your heartache was too raw, too overwhelming.

Finally, between sobs, you managed to speak. "Peter... Peter… he broke up with me." Saying it only made you start sobbing harder.

Natasha and Bucky exchanged a glance over your head. They knew how much you cared for Peter. The two of you had been inseparable since meeting, and your relationship was young love. The news of your breakup was unexpected and deeply troubling.

"What happened, N/N?" Natasha asked, her voice still gentle but tinged with the protective edge of a mother ready to defend her child.

You took a shuddering breath, trying to steady yourself. "He... he said he didn't want to be with me anymore. That it was too dangerous. But he didn't explain why. I don't understand, Mum. I thought he loved me."

Bucky's jaw clenched, his blue eyes flashing with anger. He wanted to march over to Peter’s place and demand answers, but he knew that wouldn't help you right now. Natasha, sensing Bucky's rising anger, placed a hand on his arm to calm him.

"Y/N, listen to me," Natasha said, her tone gentle and caring. "Sometimes people make decisions that hurt us, but it's not always about us."

"But why won't he tell me?" You cried. "Why would he just end things like this?"

Bucky sighed, pulling you closer. "I don't know why Peter did what he did. But I do know that you're amazing, and anyone would be lucky to have you. If Peter can't see that right now, it's his loss."

You buried your face in your father's chest, your sobs quieter now but still heart-wrenching. Natasha continued to stroke your hair, your mind racing. She was angry, angry that Peter broke your heart and left without a reason. She tried to think of a reason to reassure you.

"Maybe Peter thought he was protecting you," Natasha said softly. "You know how much he worries about the people he cares about."

"But I don't need protecting," You whispered. "I just need him."

Bucky kissed the top of your head. "I know, sweetheart. But sometimes people think they're doing the right thing, even if it's not what we want."

Natasha's eyes narrowed slightly. She made a mental note to have a private conversation with Peter later. If he had a reason for breaking your heart, she intended to find out what it was. For now, their priority was comforting you.

They spent the next hour talking with you, reassuring you that you were loved and that they would always be there for you, no matter what. Slowly, your sobs subsided, and you drifted off to sleep, nestled between your parents.

Once you were asleep, Bucky and Natasha carefully removed themselves from the bed. They moved to the living room, their faces grim.

"I want to know what the hell Parker was thinking," Bucky growled, his anger no longer contained.

Natasha nodded, her eyes hard. "We'll talk to him. But we need to be careful. If Peter did this to protect her, there’s a reason. We need to understand it before we act."

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging emotions. "I just hate seeing her like this, Nat."

"I know," Natasha said, placing a hand on his arm. "But we'll get to the bottom of it. Together."

———

The next day, Natasha arranged a meeting with Peter. She and Bucky waited in the training room of the Avengers compound, their expressions stern. When Peter arrived, he looked nervous, his eyes darting between them.

"Mr. Barnes, Ms. Romanoff," Peter greeted, his voice tentative.

"Peter," Natasha said, her voice cool. "We need to talk."

Peter swallowed hard, already knowing what this was about. "I... I know you're upset. But I had to do it."

"Had to break our daughter's heart?" Bucky snapped, his fists clenched at his sides.

Peter flinched, stuttering as he tried to explain himself. "Y- Yeah- Yes! I had to! I don’t want her to get hurt. I’m Spiderman! I just want to keep her safe…"

There was a long silence, Peter was shifting awkwardly on his feet under the piercing gaze of Natasha and Bucky. Finally, Nat spoke up,

"What does being Spider-Man have to do with breaking up with Y/N?" Natasha asked, her tone sharp.

Peter took a deep breath. "If anyone finds out who I am, they'll go after the people I care about. Y/N would be a target. I can't let that happen. I thought... I thought if I broke up with her, she'd be safer."

Bucky's anger softened slightly, understanding dawning in his eyes. Anger was still clearly lingering. "You did it to protect her."

Peter nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "I love her. I still love her. But I can't put her in danger."

Natasha sighed, her expression softening as well. "Peter, I understand your intentions, but you should have talked to us. We could have found a way to keep her safe without breaking her heart."

Peter looked down, guilt etched into his features. "I know. I just... I panicked. I’ll tell her. I promise."

———

Later that evening, Peter sat down with you, explaining everything. How he thought that him being Spider-Man would endanger you, how sorry he was and most importantly telling you that he still loved you. You realized that Peter's actions, though painful, came from a place of love and protection.

With time, you and Peter found a way to rebuild your relationship with each other and while the urge to protect you was always there, Peter knew he didn’t have to worry anymore.



[icarusflewsworld]

Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 17 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

Finally, I'm posting two chapters today because what I originally wrote was too long, (11000 words which is an average of 40 minutes of reading) so I divided it into two. So there is a chapter after this one!

! Don't forget to read the previous chapters ! : Here

Enjoy reading!! ❤️

Chapter 17

They had ended up sitting around the large table in the dining room. Cassian had sat facing Luxiana, Azriel was to her left and Rhysand to her right, at the head of the table. Mor was next to Cassian and Amren was facing Rhysand.

The two blondes had been talking together for several minutes now. They hadn't stopped for a second, chatting about everything happily. So much that the three Illyrians hadn't been able to interrupt them for a single moment.

Mor loved Luxiana. She was full of life and so cute that she understood why her three best friends were obsessed with her from the beginning. Even if she hadn't been their soulmate, she would have understood that the three Illyrians liked her.

Amren had been staring at Luxiana nonstop since the beginning. Between sips, she swirled her wine glass in her hand. Outwardly, Amren looked calm and relaxed but her muscles were tense. She felt threatened. And although the blonde knew she was being spied on, she had only thrown Amren a small haughty smile, not even a little intimidated by the brunette's intense gaze. Amren couldn't help it. Something about this woman intrigued her to the highest degree. She had the impression that Luxiana could kill them all but at the same time, she gave that impression to be so fragile that she could just fall and break her neck. The brunette didn't know on which foot to dance on. It was strange.

Luxiana was in turmoil. She loved meeting new people especially when those people were women as powerful as Mor and Amren. She was a big fan. She gave Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel a tender look. They weren't like all the other Illyrians. They had surrounded themselves with warrior women and they seemed to regard them with respect. Of course, they seemed to regard Luxiana as weak and fragile but she could see that it wasn't mean.

Cassian had eyes only for Luxiana. He had rested his elbows on the table and cupped his face to look tenderly at his soulmate. She talked a lot, making a lot of expressions, making big gestures and laughing and Cassian liked every single thing she did. He just couldn't stop looking at her. He felt so good. Luxiana had just asked Mor how she had become a true warrior and she was listening to Rhys' cousin tell her story with a tilted head and an attentive face that reacted to each of Morrigan's words. Her expression was so cute that Cassian melted in his chair. He memorized his soulmate's face so much in his mind that unconsciously, he sent this memory to his brothers via their bonds.

Azriel listened intently to the exchange between Rhys' cousin and his soulmate but he only looked at Mor with suspicious narrowed eyes. She must not flirt with his mate. Was she even attracted to women? Damn, wouldn't he have noticed in those five hundred years if she didn't like men? Suddenly, he saw the image Cassian sent him. His breath caught in his throat. He turned his head towards his soulmate to see her make the same expression again. His heart skipped a beat. "I swear to you, there is no fucking way she would make that face anywhere but here and with anyone but us, is that clear?" he spat through their link.

Rhysand had a smile from ear to ear. He was leaning back on his chair and looking at the table in front of him with a swollen heart and bright eyes. He felt like he was fulfilled. He took a deep breath. His family. They were all there. And now that Luxiana was with them, he finally felt like he was missing nothing. Seeing in his mind what Cassian was showing him, he stared at Luxiana with a tender look. He looked her up and down without being able to stop, happily observing every perfect millimeter of his soulmate's skin. Then, at Azriel's possessive words, he held back a laugh by pursing his lips. He noticed out of the corner of his eye Cassian nodding discreetly to answer his brother but he said nothing. He would never have been able to prevent his soulmate from making any expression just out of jealousy. But, he was glad to know that Azriel wouldn't let his soulmate be so cute in front of someone else. It even suited him a little.

Mor explained what had happened to her. That her parents had wanted to force her to marry the son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court but that she had managed to have it annulled. She had not given Luxiana more details on how she had stopped it but the look she had given Cassian and the disapproving one he had returned by nodding his head from left to right to dissuade her from saying something, had explained it to Luxiana for them.

Luxiana's face had gradually faded, making her lose all trace of joy, forcing the three Illyrians -who noticed it with concern and disappointment- to understand what was happening by concentrating on what was said. Then Mor recounted that her parents had left her at the border of the Autumn Court with a note nailed to his stomach. Luxiana put her hand over her mouth to try to hide her fright while empathy and pure sadness sparkled in her eyes.

Cassian clenched his fists at the memories that stirred a mixture of anger, injustice, and guilt within him, "And when that bastard Eris found her, he didn't help her. He left her there, for dead in the middle of nowhere." Mor looked down and Rhysand and Azriel had their jaw muscles throbbing in their cheeks, signs of their clenched teeth.

But Luxiana's face changed completely. The horror and sadness left her to give way to confusion. She frowned as she blinked several times. "Eris did..." Everyone turned their gaze to her, she then stopped herself as she realized her familiarity. She shook her head to correct herself. "Um, the son of the Lord of the Autumn Court did that?"

Rhysand narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Azriel and Cassian. She had spoken of Eris as if she knew him. But there was no way that was the case. So why was she surprised by his cruelty? “Does that surprise you?”

Luxiana refrained from grimacing or reacting. "A little, because unlike you, I had never heard a bad rumor about him. On the contrary, in fact, he has a rather good reputation," she explained, sinking into a lie. Well, now she knew that Azriel could detect when people weren't telling the truth, so she convinced herself that she wasn't lying but more that she was only telling part of what she knew. "So, I thought that given how adorable you three are, he must be even more so."

The three Illyrians relaxed, confusion slipping from their expressions. Rhys smirked, “So you think we’re adorable?”

Luxiana gave him a half-open, tired look. Of all she had said, he had only remembered that. She rolled her eyes, smiling in spite of herself, proud to see that none of them had been able to detect that she was not telling everything. Then she turned back to Mor to resume the discussion, "How did you manage to get out of it after being left there?"

Mor smiled sadly as she turned a nostalgic look towards the Illyrian with the blue siphons who didn't even see her, too absorbed in observing Luxiana. The white-haired blonde intercepted the expression of Rhys' cousin, so she began to go back and forth between Azriel and Mor with her pupils. She understood that something had happened between the two of them too. "Azriel found me," Morrigan explained, "and since then, I've been living alongside Rhys."

Luxiana raised her eyebrows. She knew the Illyrian was a good spy and was therefore able to find anyone anywhere, but she also knew that the defenses of the Court of Autumn were nearly impenetrable. Suddenly, she realized. She had to suppress a smile of relief or even react at all. Eris must have weakened her court's protection spells to allow Azriel to find Morrigan. She knew he wasn't evil. Not her Eris. "I'm so sorry," Luxiana finally breathed.

Everyone stared at her intensely. Morrigan frowned. "Why would you be?" she asked, confused.

Luxiana leaned against her backrest. She pulled her knees up to press them against her chest and she put her feet on her seat, wrapping her arms around her calves. "What happened to you is awful. You seem like a good person Mor, you didn't deserve to go through this. But I'm sorry for something else. I'm sorry in advance for what I'm going to do to your parents to get you a revenge. Because believe me I'm going to find them and I'm going to break their bones."

Mor smiled softly as she lowered her head, blushing. It had been a long time since she had blushed, actually. She looked back at Luxiana tenderly, silently thanking her for her kind words.

The three Illyrians detailed their soulmate, smiling for Cassian, nodding from left to right with a disapproving look for Azriel and rolling their eyes for Rhysand. They thought she was cute to hear that she believed she was capable of avenging Mor but they were a little worried. Luxiana seemed really saddened for Rhys' cousin, as if what she had told was the most horrible and cruel thing Luxiana had ever heard. It worried them a little because they had just plunged her into a world where she would be surrounded by suffering permanently from now on, but at the same time, it relieved them. Their soulmate must have never lived or heard terrible stories. She must have been happy all her life and no one had ever hurt her. The hearts of the three Illyrians slowly lightened.

Then Luxiana cleared her throat as her electric blue irises flickered between the three males. "What about you?" She asked, suddenly curious. "How did you meet? Although all three of you are very hot, you're not biological brothers, right?"

Cassian burst out laughing because of the explosion of happiness that was bubbling in his chest. He wanted to jump around screaming because he was so happy to know that she found all three of them sexy.

Azriel smirked, a little proud. Their soulmate was intelligent and perceptive.

Rhysand looked at her tenderly, but a glint of haughty ego floated in his pupils. "It's a long story."

Luxiana dropped her feet to the ground to raise an eyebrow at Rhys and lean towards him. “Well, do we have something to do? I don’t think. So I’m listening.”

Azriel lost his smile to grimace for a second. "It's not a very pretty story to hear." He had seen how his soulmate had reacted to what had happened to Mor, how he had seen her heart break on her face or how empathetic she seemed. She seemed to take on the misfortunes of others when they weren't hers. And he didn't want his soulmate to feel sad, not for them. He wanted to make her happy.

Luxiana turned to Azriel, pouting imploringly like a child. She pushed her lower lip out a little more, looking at him intensely with ultra-dilated and bright pupils while blinking exaggeratedly.

Azriel's heart felt like it was melting in his chest at the sight of this cuteness. "I'm saying this for you." He sighed in resignation but swallowed hard despite himself. How did she manage to be even more adorable each time?

“But I want to know everything about you! Absolutely everything! From the day you were born until now,” she insisted, her eyebrows furrowed in determination. “I want to know who you really are.”

Cassian, Rhysand, and Azriel couldn't resist anymore. They wanted her to really know who they were, based on what they had experienced and not what she had heard about them because of the bad rumors. Azriel nodded, "fine but I would have warned you."

Amren frowned indignantly as she let out a strange sound. She slammed her fist on the table, “Are you really going to tell her everything? We don’t know if we can trust her.”

"Amren," Rhys growled with a stern look at her, forbidding her to continue.

Amren protested curtly, "Don't forget that her best friend is our enemy's wife. And if only that were all." The brunette began to look Luxiana up and down with an even more suspicious look. "She's..."

“I won’t say anything,” Luxiana interrupted before Amren could say too much. Then she turned her attention back to Rhys. “I won’t say anything, I promise. I just want to know everything about you so I can trust you. But I won’t say anything, not even to Feyre.” Suddenly, she had an idea. Her face was sincere and determined as she abruptly extended her pinky finger toward Rhysand. “Pinkie promise. You can’t break a pinkie promise.”

Cassian laughed softly with Mor and Azriel. Rhysand smiled tenderly. Then, although he did not believe the solemnity of this promise, he tangled Luxiana's little finger with his own, unable to refuse contact with her.

"What does tell us you won't break that promise?" Amren asked warily again with a hissing voice.

"I won't!" Luxiana was offended by the brunette's insistence. She was going to get angry but she didn't want to lose her cool. She huffed as she turned to the high lord. "You know what, you just have to create a magic pact between us! Something that would stipulate that if I tell anyone about what you're going to tell me, I'll die on the spot. I think you high lords can do that, right?"

Rhysand laughed, a soft, melodious sound. “I can, but I won’t. I trust you.”

Luxiana jumped up in her chair in surprise and joy, grabbing Azriel's arm and shoulder with both hands to hold on to something. But vibrating with an excitement she couldn't contain, she began to shake the Illyrian in all directions. She turned to Cassian with wide eyes and a broad smile without stopping to move Azriel. "The Lord of the Night Court trusts me," then she cried out a high-pitched sound.

Cassian, Rhysand and Mor burst out laughing at Luxiana's reaction and Azriel's, who let himself be shaken with a jaded look and eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then they ended up telling her everything. Really everything.

Rhysand first started by explaining who his parents were. Who his mother was and how his father had saved her wings. Luxiana's gaze began to sparkle with a thousand flaming lights and a tear, which she had not even felt, ran down her cheek. Rhysand stopped talking when he noticed it. He frowned in worry as he straightened up in his chair. "What's wrong?" He rushed his hand to his soulmate's face to wipe the tear from the back of his knuckles.

Azriel gritted his teeth. She was crying? He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. "I told you so," he growled, "we should stop there."

“No, no, it’s nothing,” she smacked Azriel’s shoulder once, giving him a dark, disapproving look. Then she focused back on Rhysand, “I just think it’s really cute. Please, continue.”

Azriel glanced at Cassian who sighed and shook his head. Their soulmate seemed to feel everything multiplied. They had never seen anyone look so impacted by the story of someone they barely knew.

Rhysand continued. He explained about the relationship between his mother and father. That they didn't really love each other but that they were soulmates and that his mother had always been grateful to his father for saving her wings.

Luxiana nodded, she could understand her mother but she frowned nonetheless. "Is it possible? To have a soulmate and not love him? I mean, from what I know, it's the cauldron that binds two people together because they're made for each other, right? They're just made to match their soulmate."

Rhysand smiled tenderly, thinking she was right. He was even sure of it. Because Luxiana was perfect. She was made for him and he for her. "It's not that simple, many other factors come into play. And my father was not a good person, he was really cruel."

Luxiana could feel the apprehension and fear creeping up on her, freezing her cells. "Was he with you too?"

Rhysand gritted his teeth for a second as he looked down at the bad memories and Cassian and Azriel gave him an understanding look. Mor answered for his cousin with a voice full of resentment, "He was especially with him."

She closed her eyes in desolation, pursing her lips. No parent should be mean to their children. She imagined how he must have felt. How much he must have blamed himself for everything. How bad he must have felt in his own skin, weak and stupid for never having received his father's pride. He must have never felt good enough for anything because his father had never been able to give him affection. Luxiana's heart cracked.

But Rhysand continued his story. He explained that he and his mother had to go to an Illyrian camp -so he could train- where he had met Cassian.

Then the army commander took over to tell his own story. He explained what he knew about his parents, that he slept outside and had to fight for everything.

Luxiana grimaced in sadness, her chin twisting. He had been only a child and he had had to fend for himself. All alone. She imagined the evenings when in the cold, curled up on himself, he cried over the absence of his parents' love. His heart tore a little more in his chest, even hurting a little. Cassian spoke of all this with a smile on his lips and a proud face, but she could see that it was false and that deep down, he was still hurt. "You must have felt so alone," Luxiana remarked almost inaudibly, seeking comfort in Cassian's tender eyes.

The Illyrian, seeing her distress, tried to comfort her. He then told her about the time he had met Rhys and how he had beaten him out but that despite that, Rhys and his mother had invited her to sleep at his place.

Luxiana gave the high lord an affectionate and admiring glance. So he was that kind?

Then they continued explaining that they had then met Azriel and that, although at first they hated each other, as they were not loved by anyone, they started making an alliance and even ended up liking each other.

Luxiana turned to Azriel, waiting for him to talk about his childhood, but he didn't. "What about you? What happened before you met them?"

Mor looked back and forth between the spymaster and Luxiana, huffing as he struggled for words. "Azriel doesn't like to talk about it much."

Luxiana glanced at the blonde, realizing that Azriel must not have had a happy childhood either. She swallowed loudly in apprehension as she turned fully to him, "You really don't want to talk about it?"

“No,” Azriel said, looking down at his soulmate with shining eyes. She looked so worried and anxious. He didn’t want to tell her, but he knew it would have been worse for her not to know. She would imagine even worse things. “But I’ll tell you. I’ll always tell you what you want to know anyway.”

Luxiana was biting the inside of her lower lip to keep from blushing.

Azriel looked at her for a second with a proud smile, noticing her confusion before beginning to tell her that he was the son of an Illyrian lord and a commoner. He explained to her that he lived with his in-laws and that his mother-in-law kept him locked up in a dark cell where he was only allowed to go out for an hour a day. He had neither the right to fly nor the right to live.

Luxiana clenched her teeth so hard that her cheeks hurt. She, who had some hope that the spymaster's childhood would be less terrible, now had a completely upset stomach. They forbade him from flying. How horrible to have wings and not be able to use them. She imagined him curled up in a dark corner of his cell. Her heart felt like it was being crushed in a fist. She opened her eyes again, holding back her tears but placed her pupils on Azriel's hand on his thigh. She grabbed his fingers delicately to bring his arm closer to her and look at his scars more specifically. She began to caress the burn marks on his skin with the tips of her fingerprints. "Is that where you got that?"

Azriel watched her do it with a tilted head, observing her reactions with curiosity, learning what kind of person she was. He nodded slowly, explaining to her about his half brothers who had set his hands on fire.

Luxiana wanted to throw up. How could anyone be so cruel? Well, how could anyone be so cruel to an innocent child? She knew why people were cruel… Because she was going to be cruel herself -as she had been many times before- to avenge the three Illyrians and Morrigan.

Then Azriel ended up adding that at eleven years old, he was released into the Illyrian camp of Cassain and Rhysand where his mother had also adopted him.

Then the high lord explained about his sister and mother and Tamlin's betrayal. Then he went on to talk about the war and his father who had recruited him, Azriel and Cassian but who had separated them. Rhysand vaguely recounted the atrocities they had seen and experienced during that time. Then he tensed up, the atmosphere getting a little heavier. He explained that he had been captured by Amarantha's soldiers towards the end of the war and that they had beaten and tortured him.

Luxiana's breathing was precarious. She pursed her lips as she swallowed with difficulty, her heart felt like it was tearing into a thousand pieces. She knew so much what it felt like that it hurt her to hear that someone else had experienced this. Her eyes burned but she did everything not to cry knowing that Azriel would want to stop them from continuing.

As Luxiana was facing Rhysand, her back to Azriel, the latter, sensing her discomfort, narrowed his eyes as he leaned towards her to see her face. But when Luxiana caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye, she hid herself by turning her head a little more. The master spy understood. "You want to cry," he remarked with a slightly tired look.

Luxiana shook her head sharply, "no..." she said in a much higher pitched voice than usual.

Azriel gave him a disapproving look, and Cassian scoffed, chuckling. But Rhysand reached up to grab his soulmate's face and turn it toward him. "They didn't break me," he added firmly to reassure her. "They didn't know that since I was Illyrian, all they had to do to destroy me was to cut my wings."

Luxiana's face contorted further, her chin quivering, her lips pursed and her dimples protruding. She rolled her eyes to stop herself from crying. Their stories brought back so many bad memories for Luxiana, she couldn't help but feel as bad as she had felt. His wings. Her wings. "How did you get out of there?" she asked, hoping to think of something else and change the subject. Rhysand released her.

Azriel sensing his soulmate's distress sighed but said nothing. His heart ached for her. Or maybe it was the weak bond that already united him to her and that allowed him to feel what she felt. In a comforting gesture, he placed his palm on Luxiana's back then gently moved it up in a caress to her neck, which he gently gripped to massage it.

Luxiana gave him a look filled with surprise and then gratitude, silently thanking him while smiling at him. Then Rhysand continued. He explained to her about Jurian, and about Amarantha's sister. He told her about the fight that the general of the human armies had led against the fae. Then how the redhead had made Jurian suffer for that.

Luxiana clenched her fists on her thighs, grabbing the lace of her dress with her fingers. She knew Jurian well and remembering what Amarantha had done to him filled her with anger.

Rhysand added that his father had found him but as punishment for allowing himself to be captured, he had ordered that the ash stakes be left in his wings.

Luxiana slid down on her chair, leaning back a little more. She was seething with anger, so much that she was dying of heat. How could a father do that to his child? Luxiana knew how much it hurt to injure the Illyrians' wings, they were so sensitive. She cursed Rhysand's father with all her might. She was mad with rage.

The High Lord of the Night Court continued on Amarantha. He spoke of the assassination attempts he had planned against her because he found it unfair that she was not punished. And he came to the moment when he had been imprisoned under the mountain. The room became silent, the atmosphere heavy, hunching everyone's shoulders and making them lower their heads. Luxiana could see the guilt on the faces of Rhysand's friends. They would have liked to help him, to accompany him. But Rhysand had sacrificed himself for them.

She looked at the brown-haired fae with purple eyes who had remained evasive. "What happened to you under the mountain?" She suspected what Amarantha had done to him but she wanted so badly for him to tell her something else.

Rhysand smiled sadly. “Things I’d rather forget. Things I wouldn’t tell anyone about, least of all to you.” They looked at each other in silence for a second.

Cassian took a deep breath, apprehension gnawing at him. “Now you know our story. You know everything. So what do you think of us?”

Luxiana's breathing was rapid. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, she wasn't feeling well. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest and only the adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her from crying. They had all been through horrors here. Yet, they all seemed so kind. She felt so sad for them. She placed her hand on Rhys' forearm on the table, squeezing it gently in a comforting gesture. Then she crossed her arms. "Okay so I have three questions," seeing that everyone was listening attentively, she continued. "Number one," she turned to Rhysand, "is your father dead? And you better tell me he 's dead because if you don't , I'm going to kill him and that could cause a lot of trouble for a lot of people."

Everyone laughed -except Amren- not suspecting for a second that she could compete against the power of the former high lord. When she could. She could reduce all the high lords to nothing all in one same time. Rhysand raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised by his soulmate's words. "He is," he confirmed with a nod.

“Finally some good news,” she breathed, somewhat reassured. “Then, second question,” she turned to Cassian. “Did you beat the shit out of all the Illyrians who doubted you?”

Cassian smiled proudly, lifting his chin, "of course I do."

"Great! Another few people off the list," she exclaimed, making the others laugh. Then she turned to Azirel. "Last question, did you make your mother-in-law and brothers-in-law pay for what they did to you?"

Azriel nodded slowly from left to right. “I don’t want anything to do with them anymore.”

Luxiana gritted her teeth, she didn't like that answer. She was going to burn everything. "Well, that makes," she started counting on her fingers, "Mor's parents, Azriel's brothers and mother-in-law, a few Illyrians just for fun and to go shit on Rhysand's father's grave. Phew, I'm going to have work."

They all laughed heartily -even Amren who smiled softly- and despite everything, their laughter soothed Luxiana.

"She's crazy, I love her!" Mor yelled, banging on the table.

They all calmed down gradually. "Your turn," Cassian finally said, crossing his arms and leaning back against his chair. Luxiana tilted her head questioningly. "It's your turn to tell us about your childhood. You know everything about us, now we want to know everything about you."

[inkirasity]

The Other Variant of Her

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

summary: Out of nowhere, Gwen Stacy appeared on your Earth, inviting you to the Spider Society in Nueva York. As you reluctantly took her offer, you were shown the beauty of every spider person around HQ. Meeting the founder of the group, Miguel O’Hara. You never knew him, but it seems that he does.

gn!reader, also a spider person

cw. angst, soon.

After I watched ATSV, saw Miguel, I was like—why not make it more sadder? Also made this while I'm fucking writing a travel log for our project, action paper, and capstone. I SWEAR my obsession on writing fanfictions never ends. Gotta go so I can study for finals and defense this week. This was supposed to be a full fic and not by chapters but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Shit!”

You dodge at a car that was thrown in your way, quickly swinging yourself using your web towards a building to land on. As usual you do your superhero things around Kings, York New, beating up villains and chasing down thieves and criminals. But you sure do that this Doctor Octopus you’re fighting isn’t yours, you felt like it was not the doctor that kept chasing you down.

“Come back here you—!” he somehow glitched, a series of colors switched with his body for a split second before Doc Ock shrieked as the grip of his talons of his mechanical tentacles loosened on the blue brick walls, his body now falling.

Quickly, you shot a web on his chest, shooting another one to hold yourself from sliding towards the end of the building as you tried to pull Doc Ock. When he reached the top of the building, you grabbed him by the collar and dragged him on the concrete floor. Not wanting to risk him to go rampage again and destroy half of the city, you wrapped him up with webs, securing his mechanical tentacles on the wall.

He grunted, still recovering from his unusual glitching. You’re going to ask Doctor Strange about this later.

As you were going to bring Doc Ock to the wizard, a person stood in your way—or more like jumped out of nowhere and blocked your way. They wore a white spider suit with pink and black accents.

“Woah,” startled, you backed up, covering the still recovering Doc Ock, “I didn’t know there’s a comic con today—”

You were stopped by a strange tingling at the back of your head, you have spider senses, but this was different.

“Wha—don’t tell me you’re?”

“Holy—you look so cool!”

“What—”

“I’m Gwen Stacy, you are?” she reached her hand towards you after she took her mask off. Blonde short hair with pink dip-dye, the side of her head was shaved, blue eyes and eyebrow piercing. She seemed harmless even though you are still skeptical, but your guts said she is not a problem—and your gut is always right.

“SpiderSlinger.” you introduced yourself, taking Gwen’s hand and shaking it.

“So,” you started, “This is not a joke alright? Is there any cosplay going on somewhere here?”

She snorted, like what you said made no sense to her.

“No, I’m from another universe—I take care of anomalies like that Doc Ock you have there.” she pointed at your back, you looked back to see Doc Ock glitching.

You were not closed about the multiverse existing as Doctor Strange has already mentioned this to you. Though you did not expect for a person outside your universe to come and visit—let alone take care of a person who is not supposed to be in your world.

You looked at her, tilting your head at the side as you grabbed Doc Ock using your web shooter and slung him on your shoulders, unbothered by his weight. Lifts were helpful for you, “By yourself?”

Not too long you tagged along with Gwen, she has explained to you that she is in an elite group called Spider Society where they keep the multiverse from any threats and prevent it from collapsing. Very ambitious you think, the size of the multiverse was incomparable to your thoughts, knowing it is larger than what some people might think. On your way to HQ Gwen mentioned to you, she received a call from someone who’s named ‘Jessica Drew’. You minded your own business when Gwen started to respond to her watch with hushed words, you might have guessed that they were arguing. Gwen sounded pleading all of a sudden.

“Are you sure I’m allowed to go with you?” you asked her after she ended her call. Gwen nodded at you, her head seems like it is going to fall off her neck if she does not stop.

“Absolutely, I already notified them that you’re coming with me.” she handed you a blue wristband, “Here, to keep you from glitching.”

You took the wristband from her and wore it, “Thanks…?”

You have not experienced the ‘glitching’ she was telling you, so it might’ve been like Doc Ock’s situation earlier. Gwen tapped on her watch before a portal appeared in front of you. Your eyes widened in amazement, multiple neon-orange hexagons stood up from the dark but sparkling void—some looked like singular strands of web stretched across the portal, forming in some kind of path to who Spiderperson knows where.

“You got to do this?” Doc Ock still hanging on your shoulder, you pointed at the portal that was formed by Gwen’s watch.

Gwen laughed, smiling at you, not realizing she was showing her gap teeth, “Yeah, all the time.”

“Sick,” you said, still gaped at the portal, “should I…?” you looked at the Doc Ock on your shoulder then to Gwen.

“Oh, yeah definitely.”

With a lift, you pushed Doc Ock inside the portal, his unconscious body sucked into the portal’s abyss. Gwen then looked at you with a reassuring nod and went into the portal, following Doc Ock. You stared at the portal for a while, the city is fine for now since there were no attacks other than Ock—though you were unsure if this was the right idea.

You bit your lip.

“Fuck it she already announced my arrival, might as well go in now.”

Biting back the hesitation of not going in, you leaped into the portal leaving your worries for your city and jumped into the unknown.

You were thrown on the floor face flat on the smooth pavement, you grunted, muffling ‘I’m fine’ even though you know no one would care less. Surprisingly a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you up to your feet.

“Thanks,” you said, patting the dust off your spider suit. You looked at the scenery around you.

And holy shit you could not believe your eyes at what you are looking at right now. Buildings were everywhere and each building had a bridge attached and led to another building. There were multiple pillars sticking out and attached on each building. That did not amazed you though, it was the massive fucking spiderpeople lounging at the area you are right now.

Not even a hundred were here. It might be thousands of different spider people and you’re one of them. You stared, still in shock at how much spider people are with you here. Taking a hold of Gwen, you gripped both of her shoulders and shook her.

“This is amazing…” you grinned at her, she mirrored yours.

Suddenly, you felt like you were forgetting someone.

Realization hits you, with high alert you asked Gwen, “Where’s Doc Ock?”

“I took care of him,” she placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring look.

“Ok,” you took a relaxed exhale, “Well what you showed me was super amazing—very fucking cool—now I want to join—well if that is fine, it looks like y’all won’t be having understaffing for a long time though.”

“Oh—dang, then you should meet Mi—”

“Ooo who’s the newbie here Gwen?”

A distinct voice captured your attention, looking at your back you saw two spider people walking towards you and Gwen.

Pavitr Prabhakar and Hobie Browe were their names given to you in exchange for your Spider name. They were fun to be with, Hobie and Pavitr's shenanigans immediately started right after they met you. You met other spider people, them greeting you back gave you a tingling feeling inside you—maybe it's the fact that they are cool and decided to notice you.

Not for too long Pav said his goodbyes and went back to his Earth while Hobie tagged along when Gwen is guiding you to this ‘Miguel O’Hara’ person. She told you that he was the founder of Spider Society and may or may not have severe anger issues.

“The guy has FANGS?” you looked at Gwen with disbelief.

“Yup, heard that it paralyzes anyone he bites with it—with venom I suppose—obviously.”

She then turns at you, “Alright, we’ll be entering his office. I just hope he isn’t pissed off.”

“He is alway pissed, what do you mean?” Hobie interjected.

“You guys are scaring me—should I like—give him something so he won’t do…?” you wiggled your fingers, hoping they understand what you mean. Hobie just snorts, Gwen shakes her head and takes a grab of your wrists and pulls you with her.

“No, no need.”

The three of you entered a blue dimmed room. Hobie sat on one of the metal seats, watching the scene slowly unfold in front of him. There was a floating platform just above you and Gwen, both of you stood still. If you squint just a little there are yellow-orange colored monitors, cool, you thought, your world’s technology was below this Nueva York’s tech. There on the platform was a man’s back, broad shoulders and messy hair.

You are a patient person, but the platform was painfully slow.

Finally, the platform reached the floor, he did not turn around or anything but continued working on his devices.

“So this is the spider person you are talking about, Gwen?” he spoke with a husky voice. His attention was still on the screens, dragging his fingers on them as he spoke with Gwen.

“Yeah, they’re from Earth-14215. When I came there, they already took care of the anomaly.”

With a blink he was already in front of you, his body looming over you like a vulture. If you were not intimidated by him, you would admire the structure of his face—everything about him. 

His eyes rounded on you, inspecting you like you were prey. There was something bugging you, he felt…something that you could not comprehend.

His intense stare at you made you feel like you needed to remove your mask, so you did. Your hair looked perfectly fine even though you wore a tight mask. Looking at him with a toothy grin, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

At a moment you saw a glimpse of Miguel’s face in shock before turning his back at you. Did you scare him? Or maybe disappoint him? You sure hope not. You watched him walking back to his monitor, he called for someone named Lyla, in which in response a yellow woman appeared in thin air. He spoke to her, though you could not hear them talking.

Not knowing what to do, you turned to Gwen in which she just shrugged—not expecting the lack of emotion from Miguel. You walked towards Hobie and sat next to him, still amazed at him and all of those inconsistent art he has, he did tell you he does not believe in consistency.

You and Hobie started talking to each other, Gwen butting in afterwards. Hobie started talking about the consequence of industrial revolution, him not liking the prime minister—whom you do not know, another consequence about capitalism and it went on and on.

“Hey,” Miguel called, the three of you looking at him at the same time, “No—no the new one.”

You stood up and walked towards him, he tossed you something. You caught it, it looks like a watch of some sorts, similar to Gwen and Hobie and the other spider people have.

“That’s a goober—”

“A gizmo.” Lyla interrupted

“Whatever,” he tries to shoo the AI away from him but Lyla glitches to another place away from him, “that gadget gives you the ability to jump to a different universe. That’s it, I’ll give you instructions for your first mission…Welcome to the club.” he stared at you for a while, a kind of longing feeling from him vibed out you just shrugged it.

“Thanks!...Boss?”

He shook his head, then walked away from you, “Don’t call me that, it’s weird.”

“Huh, alright then. I’ll call you Miguel if that is fine with you.”

He did not respond.

Not bothered by his lack of response, you ran back to Gwen and Hobie, waving the ‘goober’ in your hand. Gwen smiled whilst Hobie greeted you ‘welcome to the spidey club’, it was never really your intention to join but it seems that you got in.

You’ll wait for the first mission Miguel will send you.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

I saw that youre open to Tokyo Debunker fanfiction I'm like....OBSESSED with Sho 👉👈

Can I pretty please have maybe some dating Sho headcannons? Or a jealousy fic? Or forced proximity? Literally anything, I am starved for crumbs 😭😭😭😭😭

Hi! Oh my goodness, an Australian Tokyo Debunker fan who's obsessed with Sho? We're basically the same person! Thank you for your request. I went with the headcanons here but I've made a note of your other suggestions and will hopefully get around to them soon. I'll tag you in them once they're posted. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Sho Haizono x gn! Reader

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My thoughts about what it would be like dating Sho.

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Okay, if you’re dating Sho, you’ve got to like food. Even if there are only a few things you like to eat, you’ve got to enjoy something.

Cooking for people is without a doubt his love language and he’ll make any modifications needed to make sure you can eat his cooking and that you enjoy it as much as possible.

He’d also really love it if you enjoy going for rides on Bonnie but he’s not going to force you. He just likes the idea of you wrapping your arms around him to keep from slipping off.

Unfortunately, by dating Sho, you will have to deal with Leo a lot. But I don’t think Leo would ever truly try to split you two up for fun. He might joke about it but I think deep down he does want Sho to be happy.

Sho can get flustered easily, especially when it comes to you giving him compliments or praise. He’ll try to deny it but when that doesn’t work, he’ll suddenly turn the tables and make you flustered.

Oh, you’ll never escape from Hyde now. His little brother’s dating someone at last? Ah, they grow up so fast! He’s definitely going to tease Sho and meddle (in a caring big brother way).

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[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

HIHIIIIIIII!!! Anyway love your work and could I possibly request the demon brothers reacting to a Female MC who is absolutely obsessed with reading Romantasy? (Romance and Fantasy) please and thank you!! (oh and maybe she simps for a lot of book men who is like similar to the brother you would be writing about)

I feel like that's almost everyone in the obey me fandom 😭 but of course and thank you!

The brothers reaction to an MC who loves reading romantic fantasy

Lucifer

He loves any form of literature finding it beautiful. Though he never looked much into romance he thought he wouldn't need it so why read it? He watches you as you read wondering why you keep smiling. He asks after a bit of silence. Once you tell him what it is he gets intrigued. He now reads them with you finding it both exciting and romantic. He absolutely loves when you also tell him that you like certain characters because they remind you of him makes him proud of himself.

Mammon

He couldn't care less about books. He hates them from school already. So when he finds you reading one he immediately asks about it and what makes it so special. After you explained he looked even more confused. "Ya read romance? Why? I'm right here?" He says and you have to remind him that you're always thinking of him in these scenarios so he doesn't get too pouty about it

Levi

He knows about fanfiction from his animes but doesn't read much normal books that aren't for school or a manga. He knows about the genres too since there are some similar ones in anime descriptions. He looked up the book you were reading when you two hung out together and saw the description. He wasn't judging but it was pretty adorable to him you liked Romance of any kind. He plays a lot of romance animes for you not saying how he knew you liked the genre. He gets flustered when you state you like characters that remind you of him. He definitely liked the comment though.

Satan

Of course he knew about romantic fantasy. He knew of all the romance genres. He liked how you enjoyed a bit of adventure and not just some plain old romance. He recommends and gives you all the fantasy romance he owns which is a lot for a human. When you confess you think of him for most of the characters he has a light hue to his cheeks and then laughs a bit. "That's cute MC I can't wait to give you even more recommendations" he grins

Asmos

He honestly reads with you. When he's bored he will look over your shoulder and read. He will make some comments here and there about what the character did wrong and right, etc. He doesn't mind romance but is more of a dark romance lover himself. When you state that some of the characters remind you of him he now either judges the characters or fawns over them as well.

Beel

He knew you liked reading but didn't know exactly what. He read a few pages of a book you left out and smiled to himself. He actually enjoyed the genre as well. He now reads the books you are done with and talks to you about them kinda like a book group of two. When you say that some characters you love remind you of him he just says the same thing with a smile. So cute.

Belphie

He knows you read because he gets irritated with it. It's taking your attention away from him! He doesn't tell you to stop though just rest himself on you and waits till you are done reading to pay him more attention. He doesn't care what you are reading just wants you to himself. He does however enjoy that the characters you like sound like him so hey at least he got some attention.

[swaqcenix]

hello?.. i'm so glad you're accepting requests! your fanfictions is something. so, can I get nsfw-fanfic with dark!(yandere)Peggy Carter? i mean, i just worship her physical strength, combined with her high level of intelligence and unconditional beauty.

i have no special requirements for the plot, it all depends on your idea, vision. i hope it won't bother you… I will wait patiently for your answer, work, don't worry about it, please.

anddd, I'm well aware that full working days can be very exhausting. so, please take care of your condition and try to be fine. thank you very much :)

also, I love the way you interact with all these people on your blog. you seem like a really comfortable and pleasant person. to be honest, that was almost the main reason I came to you with the request.

I'm just an anxious person and all that.

again, thanks! good luck <3

࿐ ྂTil' the end of Time | Peggy Carter ࿐ྂ

Peggy Carter x fem!reader

Summary: You had one assigned task, help Wanda Maximoff reclaim her boys. Yet entering the multiverse didn't allude you to the concept of falling for someone else entirely, especially when that said woman is on the opposite side and has her mind on other ways to make you her own, no matter the cost nor the price.

Warnings: 18+, dark!peggy carter, yandere!peggy carter x semi-innocent!reader, mentions of obsession and sexual desires, peggy is a whore for reader, slight masturbation (r), semi-public sex, thigh riding, fingering (r)

Pairings: dark yandere!peggy carter x semi-innocent!reader, implied obsessed dark!-ish wanda x naive!reader, kinda forbidden romance(?)

Word Count: 5.4k

DC: cafekitsune

AN: I do apologise this request took me so long to complete, therefore I hope this makes up for it & it's similar/what you wished for. Many thanks nonnie <3

You observed as Wanda found herself lost in her thoughts, within her mind-space and you dare not interrupt the incredible woman.

Her composure mixed with the way she completely handled herself with others allowed you to be enticed into her games, only seeing apart of her she wished for you see.

That being entirely how you found yourself stood along side her as she argued with a man who called himself DR. Strange. Forbidden to ask questions, you only observed- watching from the sidelines.

The older woman forbid you to ask, claiming your brain was too innocent to putty in one's hands to be meddling with things you shouldn't risk falling into. You of course complied, why wouldn't you? If she ordered it you must follow it was the laws of the game.

"Wanda, it's for the better cause enough of this foolishness," Strange tried his best to reason with her.

Her response in retaliation was simply a scoff as Wanda shook her head, almost as if her mind couldn't comprehend the seriousness of his statement. She glanced towards you and you knew that meant don't react, not unless it was of dire need, if the tip of the axis couldn't cope with the situation anymore.

"Don't speak to me of foolishness Stephen Strange," the poisonous venom slipped from her lips.

Had you not known the woman, you'd dared to have run. Sprinting for your life as though the beast of the night, the slender man himself had dared cross through the worlds of the unknown. While you knew she wouldn't hurt you right now, Wanda would within reason. Use you as an outlet and your innocence, your mindset and soul would allow her. Perhaps to a certain extent it would stop, but for now she'd be allowed.

The tension of the room changed and you tilted your head in a way of lost morality. You didn't quite understand the extent of the situations around you, only simply observing as you were commanded to. Your parents needed it, she would protect them if you followed so you did. Your mindset drifted away, lost in the multiverse until the redheads voice brought you back to reality.

"Foolishness is thinking you can cross me, thinking you can even remotely challenge me," she stated and you saw from the corner of your eye the eye-roll of the older man.

A feeling of relief succumb over you when you realised Wanda hadn't inspected nor noticed herself. You weren't actually sure why the relief was settling into your stomach though. Maybe it was due to the oncoming storm you could only cease to imagine she would cause perhaps because you wouldn't be punished, but the feeling was there.

The redhead often liked to punish you for things that tended to not be your fault in any cause of their own. Sometimes it was due to people getting too close for her liking other times it was 'simply because she could,' in her words. Despite your mindset, your very essence knowing it was wrong morally in every way anticipated you allowed her to, you allowed yourself to indulge with the hopes one day you'd escape.

"Your children are not real, it's a fantasy. It's an illusion that you're so far down you've managed to convince yourself that Wanda," the man spoke with a desperation but his voice clung to the side of assertiveness.

The witch simply scoffed before turning her back to him and the child. America as she was called was analysing you trying to work you out in ways nobody could. You couldn't help the sense of guilt you had towards her, your mind dancing away with thoughts of anger and wishing of betrayal.

Wanda simply began casting her magic around the room, not in the deadly sense but in an act of dominance trying to prove her mindset and reasonings. A gasp almost slipped past your lips of as memories of what you presumed to be her children danced and shone through the room illuminating it with a light now lost.

Stephen then turned to you in a way to control the situation, even now he was trying to turn and bend reality into his own, you must admire him for that.

"And her?" His voice was assertive, looking at you in a way of confusion laced with sympathy.

Wanda sneered, her voice laced with such venom at the small concept of him even acknowledging you let alone touching you. Your back shivered at the sound, blood freezing like ice on a frozen lake.

"You don't even look at her, she's none of your concern, Strange," her eyes bored into his own.

His face morphed into one of curiosity mixed with concern. Tilting his head towards you, it's almost like he was trying to analyse your soul and your every movement. An unsettling feeling was stirring in the pit of your stomach.

Your head looked towards Wanda and for once you saw the look of worry in her eyes as she looked at you. It was almost like she knew something was arising before you did, her eyes softening for a moment looking at him.

"No," she looked at Stephen knowing what he was about to do.

"Please," it was the first time you'd heard her voice so gentle and it was unnervingly unsettling.

It ripped into your core into your very soul, your mind and blood freezing on the spot. Everything you knew was changing around you and with a swirl of his hands orange went dancing around your body, captivating you in a sea of a trance, a sea of monsters and a sea of danger.

The blackness over took you within seconds, a voice echoing twice in your head. Wanda's screams inside the back of your mind, yet a voice dragging you through the damage. It was sweetly warm, sweet like candy, but it sounded deadly. It was once again something or someone you felt drawn to.

"Y/N?" The world went silent as a shield of what one would depict as heaven appeared in your vision, before all you saw was a captivating darkness.

Blurring lights and the sound of muffled noises, although being unable to make out what they were- was the first thing you felt. Your head felt dazed and confused, like you'd been underwater or trapped in a nightmare for years on end.

You often wondered if that's how Steve felt coming out of the ice, but then again he was dragged out of the ice 66 years after his time, poor fella.

You squinted your eyes more, not daring to make a sound. Not knowing your location was fearful enough but after spending so much time with Wanda, becoming accustomed to spending time in the shadows was what you did best. The room eventually adjusted to your eyesight and it seemed.. quaint?

To the left of your was a dressing table, littered with soft trinkets. Perfume's laying out in a rather specific order and a photo of someone you'd rather say was beautiful. Beautiful appeared to be an understatement, she seemed absolutely captivating. Something about that photo drew you in, like a mouse heading straight for the trap.

Trying to sit up, you managed before your head felt like it was being hit by a hammer, your vision was still adjusting to it's surroundings. A groan elicited from your lips, echoing through what you felt was an eerily quiet room.

A noise brought you from your thoughts, the sound of an opening door, before it shut once more. Blinking several times, your eyes drifted to the noise in question as you saw her. The woman from what you presumed to be photo stood there, elegantly dressed, the only thing that felt off about her was a belt that held up her outfit, a shield hooked onto the front.

She carried herself through the room with poise and composure, her hands drifting with her almost as if she was royalty from inside and out. You heard her muffled voice next to you and found your head shaking by itself, trying to make hearing easier for yourself.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Relax. Try to get some rest," her voice soothed you in a way you seemed to find alluring.

You tried to turn your head in her direction, your vision still making it hard to depict her features exactly. A touch on your skin made a gasp slip past your plump lips. Her hand was touching your arm, you felt it cold almost like ice, but the ice was soothing your hot pale skin, the contrast was exactly what you needed.

You felt your body almost sigh out as you drifted into a peaceful content slumber. Shutting your eyes and you heard her voice in the distance, soothing you into comfort.

The next time you woke, you heard a kettle boiling from another room. This time, your vision seemed to completely adjust to your surroundings, unlike before.

The four walls that surrounded you seemed to be painted in a sea of green, an earthly kind. It was almost trying to ground you to the exact place you seemed to reside in right now. Your curiosity got the better of you, legs slipping out the covers of what was in fact one of the most comfortable beds you'd laid on.

Standing up for a moment caused your legs to wobble, almost like you were bambi on ice; new to walking a fresh babe to the earth itself. Leaning your body weight on the headboard, you grasped it tightly allowing yourself to adjust to standing once more.

You did wonder if Stephen travelled that way how he himself wasn't like you every time, there was no way you could do that every time.

Deciding to venture out of what had been your cocoon of dreams, heading towards the broken oak door, standing firm and tall in front of you. Grasping the handle you turned and made your way into what appeared to be the sitting room.

Your head tilted to the left slightly as you saw aa kitchen well stocked, pans and pottery laid out neatly. It seemed a comfortable home, but it didn't stop you from being weary. It never stopped Hansel and Gretel eating the sweets especially with the way it seemed appetising so you knew better than that.

"You don't have to creep about you know?"

A voice so soft you might have missed it, gently passed through the room. Your body tensed up and you didn't known whether you'd stopped breathing or not but it certainly felt that way.

Turning your head in the direction of the voice, it lead your eyes straight to a little arm chair. The face was hidden behind a newspaper legs crossed underneath as the woman's high heels perched just above the floor. Slowly, the newspaper lifted itself down and a sudden gasp nearly elicited from your lips at the sight.

You'd been familiar with this face before. Back when you were a previous assistant within the avengers tower you'd heard whispers through the walls, the hallways. Steve's lover. Or was lover and by the gods you couldn't blame him she was indeed stunning.

Her hair was pinned loosely around her, suiting her frame so well as her chocolate curls contained a certain bounce. A burgundy coat above the top of a white blouse completed with a loosely waisted skirt and heels. You'd noticed that her lips in the process had tilted up and it was then you'd realised you'd been staring for a period of time, embarrassingly.

"You've been staring for a period of time darling, aren't you going to say anything? Or at least sit. Please, I do insist," her voice carried while a soft tone a hint of demand was hidden underneath.

Your feet moved before your mind did, before you knew it you were sat cross legged upon a chaise lounge she had in the corner just mere feet away from her. She tilted her head almost in curiosity expecting something from you and you couldn't remain quiet anymore.

"Where am I?" Your voice quivered and you damned yourself for having lack of confidence.

The brunette let out a low hum, placing her newspaper to the side before bringing her hangs to clasp together on her knees.

"At the moment you're in my apartment complex but it's not the time period you're all too familiar with. It's 1946, June the 15th to be exact," her voice carried with such elegance it shivered you to the core.

Your eyes darted around the room unsure of how to even respond to anything. Your mind was spinning with several thoughts, Wanda being one of them.

Yet, almost as if she could read your mind the voice of the ever so graceful woman carried itself through the room, her eyes fixed on you. The newspaper discarded to the side as her eyes bore into your own.

"She doesn't need to be your concern dear, not now and not ever. That much I can promise," her thick british accent sending shivers down your spine and embarrassingly places you wish it wasn't hitting.

Feet carrying you first, you tried to make a bee-line to the door. Why on earth you thought that would make sense you'd never know. After all it was 1946, you'd have the issue of being stuck in a time period that had no care for yourself.

A deep chuckle bounced through the room as the brunette stood up, her heels making her presence known to you. It was as she stood up, her fingers flexed on the door handle you saw how.. flexed she was. Your eyes hadn't meant to but her shoulder's seemed muscular and her upper arms seemed to be bulging with power. Eyes flying all over her figure before bouncing back to her own face you flushed at being caught.

You were just going to have to grin and bare it. That was all you could do, it wasn't like the company was unbearable. Especially when you were stuck with someone who made you feel indescribable feelings all over as such as she did.

Tea was made every morning at 8:15am on the dot, no exceptions. You'd learnt to adjust to Peggy Carter's schedule. Not that you'd had scarcely any choice. Stepping out of line meant the handcuffs came out. It was for your own good, for protection.

Though the days melted and merged into one. You'd never been allowed to touch much of the outside world, for her fear of a pretty thing like yourself being unable to be kept safe from the dangers of men and the prospect of the hatred in humanity. That's what she told you.

Who were you to question any of it? To question her authority. You'd be allowed snippets of the world around you through newspapers and glimpses through window's and the radio's but that was all. Her pretty little pet kept safe through her 4 walls of apartment complex.

She was always out saving the world with her intense captain america shield. Peggy caught you glancing constantly at her muscles, they seemed so well sculpted it was almost like art work.

"Careful sweetheart, if you stare any longer you'll find yourself encapsulated within these muscles yourself," though you weren't sure what that meant.

The drifting sounds of moans and sweat echoed throughout the rooms constantly, yet you dare not venture out at night for fear of punishment. You didn't mind pushing the boundaries of the older woman, but pressing too far could result in consequences you dare not cross.

The green door had always crossed your mind though. The one hidden away with lock and key, unable to be touched, to be seen within. Your mind constantly drifted to it, it was like a sinful prospect one for an innocent mind like your own couldn't touch. You'd been caught many times trying to sneak in.

"Maybe one day you'll learn your lesson hm? I'm only trying to protect your dumb brain from the less of innocence content within those walls," Peggy constantly chided you.

That's how you found yourself now. Reading yet another daily newspaper of the New York Times, leg's crossed underneath you. Lips tilted upwards as you saw another photo of Peggy in her suit, shield clasped tightly in hand admiring her work for the city and almost how she protected the world.

As your eyes darted around the page, you felt an oncoming wetness hit your core that made you feel embarrassingly sick to your stomach in more ways than one. How can one simple woman in a suit, despite it being so well fitted- have such an affect on you?

A cough from the door brought you from your thoughts and you lifted your head up slowly. Peggy stood in a trench coat, doing well to hide her suit underneath but her hands despite her well painted nails seemed so.. strong it took everything in you not to shiver.

"I'm going out for a little while, I shouldn't be too long. Try not to injure yourself while I'm gone won't you sweetheart," Her voice carried such authority laced with something of poison.

All you could do was nod fast, words unable to form past your lips. You were no longer frail and afraid to talk, not always anyway. You'd have responded had it not been for the images dancing through your mind, one that you had no doubt she was aware of. Peggy loved to play games with you and your authority had little to none existent in this world. Not that it ever existed before with Wanda.

Her heels hit the floor in a pace indicating to you wherever she needed to be apparently wasn't planned. In the period of time that you'd resided here it had come to your attention she was never late for anything. If on the very rare occasion she was she always stood by the same motto- 'I'm not late, everyone else is merely early,' with no one daring to argue otherwise.

Deciding to busy yourself as you heard her apartment door shut and the sound of her becoming more and more distant, you'd settled on a little cleaning. What else was there for you to do?

Beginning in the pantry, you dusted the back of the cupboard, moving pots and pan's. The old tea-set hidden away for occasions not yet known to you. It spoke so clearly of Peggy in ways, yet her brawny self often contradicted the dainty tea-set.

As you moved from room to room, the minutes merged into one and you hadn't the faintest idea with how much time had passed. You never did when staying here though, given up hope of seeing Wanda or your own universe once more. Yet, the thought of leaving Peggy left an unsettling feeling in your stomach, twisting and turning it.

As your mind drifted over to the woman who often danced through your thoughts you'd approached her room. You'd scarcely ever come in here, only if you'd had a nightmare like a frightened child.

Even then, she'd escort you back to your own room slipping in with you. Her arms wrapping around you like a beacon- despite the feeing of a predatory approach lingering in the atmosphere.

The red door creaked open, the familiar squeak invading your senses. The smell hit you instantly, a rich taste of perfume's and spices. It smelt like a fragrance of cherry's and cinnamon. It was mixed with something of poisonous ivy the lingering metallic taste of blood and lust.

Feet carrying you forward, your eyes couldn't help but linger through the room. The bedsheets laying in front of you caused your mind to drift to places that were dark and sinfully dirty. It was wrong, toxic and barbaric but you couldn't resist.

Moving towards her vanity mirror with an auburn desk, you tried your best to clean and not allow your mind to succumb to disdainful feelings. Fingers drifting with a duster, until your hand grazed over her red laced panties.

Fingers touching the undergarments your mind screamed at you to stop, you weren't a prying kind. Peggy would scold you perhaps even kill you if she discovered what you were doing.

The thought's of calling her Captain Carter as her brazen hands, muscles and mouth moved over you. It was wrong, unthinkable but your mind was doing the thinking without intention. Your fingers had found their way into your underwear, rubbing you fast on your clit, needing the stimulation.

Moans slipped past your lips as your mind was falling so far underneath the covers of Peggy Carter; the lustful thoughts of her muscles, her tanned skin and that smart brain of hers. You'd almost fallen down onto the sheets themselves throwing all care of being caught to hell. That was until it caught your attention from the corner of your eye.

A silver key hung upon the the nail on the wall dangling in the light. Your hand lifted slowly from your underwear your innocent mind once more taking over as your feet moved before your mind. It was shaped in such a way of an elderly metal anyone would deem it out of place.

Instantly you thought of that one thing, the one forbidden moment of this apartment not even you had seen her enter as far as your knowledge went. At least not with your presence around Peggy. That one oak-green door. It was seen as the most important part of the apartment that remained untouched by you, forbidden fruit that you wanted to taste.

How or why you did not know, but your legs seemed to move without a sense of thought, moving without your mind instructing so. Drifting until you stood upon it, that one forbidden room calling you like a shadow of death in the night.

Shaking hands rose from your pocket, key clasped tightly within your nimble fingers. The silver object looked worn down, almost making your insides twisted and blood cold. Why, you were unsure perhaps it was due to the fear it wouldn't fit. Yet if it did, what would you find beyond.

Without second guessing yourself, the silver rusty key slit into the hole without hesitation. Your hands jittered with exhilaration and nerves, but it was too late to turn back now.

The door shifted from its hinges slowly creaking open, instinctively making you shut your eyes for some unknown involuntary reason. Shuffling into the room, floorboards creaked beneath your shoes and each breath you released made you shiver to your core.

Creaking open an eyelid you were met with an aurora of a red dimmed room, barely seeable to the naked eye. No other colours seemed to shine through, bare the slightest light from the door you had now stepped foot through. Turning your head to the left a glimpse of something hanging in a rather clipped row had caught your eye.

A strung of photo's lay out in a pegged line, seemingly drying off as though recently hung there. Others beneath them in a watery substance to which you were assumed to waiting for development. As your feet dragged your body forward, heading further into the room you came to a halt. A strange sense of bile rose up to your stomach, good or bad you were unaware until your eyes focused further upon the images.

A deep cold ice, ran through your veins as you focused on the pictures in front of your very eyes, heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. Everywhere you now looked you saw them all, everything.

Photo's of yourself hung on the walls, lining the string and if you looked down at the one's being developed you could make the outline of your facial shape.

Some seemed merely innocent enough, tea preparing in the kitchen taken from all at different angles. Cooking, reading even shoe polishing and cleaning seemed to picture you on her walls. Yet they were the least of the incriminating elements of the bunch. Turning on your heels ever so slightly you saw the others.

Painted upon the thin string was photo's of you in compromising positions, some asleep, covers half pulled down. Others taken from some form of secret angle as you were bathing in what you assumed to be secrecy. Every aspect of your life you presumed to be private no longer seemed so and you weren't sure whether you could stand it.

Hands drifted along the images, an unexplainable pit filled your lower region causing a heavy blush to form on cheeks, filling you up with desire and a heavy need. Yet, you should not feel this way. The older woman had invaded you, sneaked and snooped in areas one should not dare, yet it thrilled you.

The door behind your body creaked shut and your entire body froze up in fear, as though death itself had walked over your grave. It couldn't be? You didn't even hear Peggy enter the apartment, let alone walk around the floorboards.

Eyes fixated on the photo's you body shivered, not daring to move from your position, feet fixated on one point of the floorboard. You felt shuffling behind you, silent like a predator obsessed and desperate for its prey.

An aroma of her perfume invaded your senses from behind, her breath heavy on your neck. It was like a metallic malice drifting around the room, drawing you into the forbidden touch.

"I see you're incapable of following my instructions hm," her sultry but strict voice broke the inevitable silence.

"I'm um.." You began to stutter but a hand clasped over your mouth silencing you instantly.

Her perfectly red painted nails curled just perfectly around your plump lips, for some reason allowing even further heat to hit your core. It embarrassed you, you shouldn't feel this way considering you weren't really residing her by choice. Yet something about Peggy made you fall deeper into her trap.

"It was inevitable you'd be unable to resist the door of temptation eventually. I was merely waiting how long it would take you," she whispered huskily.

Her hands drifted down your waist, her face now pressed into the crook of your neck causing your entire body to shake with adrenaline. Her nose breathed in your scent and Peggy let out a heated heavy sigh, causing your legs to go to jelly.

"You see these photo's of you hm?" She asked and you could tell it wasn't a rhetorical question.

However, your brain was so foggy all you could do was merely nod as her teeth very lightly nipped at the nape of your neck causing a sharp gasp to slip past your lips. Though you couldn't see her, it was easy to guess a devious smirk was curled up on her face as her hands drifted down to your hips.

"This was what I saw everyday while you traipsed around my apartment, morning noon and night. You sweet little essence carrying through my 4 walls. Wanda thought she had you, she never touched you did she?" Peggy asked quizzically as her hands yanked your hips tighter to your own.

A small whimper left your lips as you tried to tilt your head into her direction. Yet, that earned you a small slap on your inner thigh and a moan gasped past your plump lips.

"Oh sweet girl, you're so innocent you don't know what I mean by touch you do you?" Her voice sounded possessive now almost like a venom had taken over poisoning through her veins.

"N-Not fully, I don't think you should-" you tried to mumble through her hand but it was clasped tightly over your mouth.

Her thick muscles drifted down your body, strong hands caressing the skin of your hips setting your bones alight. A slick sticky wetness began to form in a place that made you blush, one you felt once before when Wanda had accidentally walked in on you changing.

Yet, she merely looked you up and down like a pawn in a game, no serious interest within you and slammed the door shut. Peggy was different, the older woman seemed to want to worship you like the gods had created you for herself to admire and fawn over.

Her thigh slid between your legs causing your head to fly back in ecstasy and a deep chuckle left Peggy's lips. Her fingers marvelled over your now revealing skin, since she'd unknowingly to yourself ripped your pants off.

"Oh, but I think I should teach you a lesson. I may have wanted you to find this room, but did I give you permission?"

A low whimper left your lips which earned a hard growl from Peggy and her knee pressed harder in between your core, almost painfully as she cupped her cheek with her firm fingers.

"I asked you a question, answer it darling," she instructed firmly.

"No, no you didn't."

With that her hand slipped into your underwear rubbing hard and fast without mercy, causing you to cry out. If it wasn't for her strong grip on you, your legs would have turned to absolute jelly.

Peggy slipped to fingers into you, pumping ferociously causing you to let out a muffled scream. You'd never felt this feeling before, it was pleasurable. It was painful but like a thousand butterflies dancing within your stomach travelling down your body.

Shaking you found your own hips jerking up to meet her hard thrusts earning you a significantly hard bite on the side of your neck. Instantly, you knew it was bound to create a deep purple mark on your skin, as Peggy marked her territory. Her hands roaming your body, her muscular biceps you felt behind you now slick with sweat, the scent driving you into bliss.

A tight knot formed within your stomach as Peggy added yet another finger, her thrusts getting more intense with further intention. It was clear she wanted to possess your body, obsess over it in fact. Yet, there was nothing you could do to stop her, no power you held, no gods could halt the course of events unfolding. Even as you screamed her name, like the 4 walls were the only thing that could hear you she didn't slow down and a vision of white before darkness fell.

All you could hear was whispers of her voice, "That's my girl."

The painful sounds of shouting was what awakened you from your own mind, distant voices and the clashing of battles closing within you. Eyes flickering, for a moment assuming it was a dream, yet as your eyes flickered down you realised the dreaded yet somehow anticipating truth.

It was anything, but a dream. Eyes flickering down, you felt her strong hands once again caressing your skin, but your location was different now. Surroundings seeming off, vision trying to focus once more. A realisation hit you that Peggy had brought you to the midst of a battlefield with none other than Stephen Strange & Wanda Maximoff.

She was holding her shield, stretching it to an unbelievable degree as her other hand caressed your skin roughly. A sharp pain hit your lower core, glancing down realising she was making you ride her thigh. Not only that, you were hers to obsess over in front of everyone & while you should feel shame, you did not.

Instead as she made you fall over the edge again and again, not holding back once. Wanda and Stephen could do nothing but attempt to fight Peggy to gain you back from the clutches of the older one's arms. She whispered dirty thoughts within your ear, painting your face into a beetroot red colour.

"Imagine my shield being your way of getting off sweetheart, just look at how beautiful you look on my thigh," She continued to whisper somehow her strength being able to fight against the others.

Peggy was many things, possessive, obsessive and completely determined to keep you within her grasp. Even as her body was slick with sweat from fighting and using you as her outlet she was like a beauty of a goddess sent from heaven and hell to use you as she pleased. A constant battle of your vision fading in and out as you let the strength of the woman carry you into your bliss over and over again, broke everything in you making something more.

"Mine," was all you heard from the woman caressing your skin roughly, her callous hands sending you into a starlight of galaxy releasing all over her thigh once more.

[aettuddae]

to that anon who’s also wondering how far is jimin’s obsession w serim’s hands gonna go . . . i got something for you

(1) i can imagine jimin trying to be subtle as she can possibly be, knowing how much effect she has on serim, she’s gonna use that for her advantage! picture serim and jimin casually watching tv, sat beside one another. jimin missing the warmth of serim’s hands (we all know she’s not gonna say that out loud, but let’s just ignore that), holds the older’s wrist to bring one of her hands on top of her thigh, serim’s hand slightly smacking her. jimin’s excuse? a fly. and serim will just look at the younger like 🤨 jimin would probably threaten the older to not remove her hand or else she’ll kill one of serim’s plants, and all serim can do is obey. wouldn’t even question jimin’s actions 😭 NOT AT ALL (from time to time, serim would trace circles on jimin’s thigh and all jimin could do is squirm on the inside)

(2) if ever the two would sleep again in one bed (not sexually!) i can also imagine serim’s sleeping body close to jimin, but we all know they cuddle when they sleep tgt so let’s put it like that. serim’s head trapped in the crook of jimin’s neck, her hand peacefully resting on jimin’s stomach while her arm is trapped between the mattress and jimin’s back, her other hand holding the younger’s waist tenderly. and jimin would still not find that enough 😭✋🏼 carefully, she’ll put the hand resting on her stomach close to her mouth, leaving small kisses as she looks at serim’s face, watching to see if the older would wake up cuz of her actions. and the next day she’ll be like, “why the fuck did i do that?”

(if she’s not leaving pecks on serim’s hand, she’ll probably bring it on her neck and move each fingers as if serim’s moving it on her own)

(3) we do know how their company’s kinda on abt the whole fake dating thing, so i can see them ordering the two to be more affectionate in public. serim sticking beside jimin in a party, following her like a lost puppy. and then jimin would find some other artists to talk to, of course serim’s beside her. serim, remembering the orders of the company, will put her hand on jimin’s waist, caressing it. and the younger would bring her hand on top of serim’s guiding her thru her body, leaving serim’s hand on her stomach, making serim lean closer than she already did. i can imagine jimin caressing serim’s hands even without much people around, and her excuse would probably be “company’s order.”

+++ LOLOLOL i can also see her looking thru serim’s pics and zooming in on her hands and then she’ll be like, “OOOOOHH that’s veiny, i want that.” but of course, she wouldn’t say that 😭 “eugh, why is it veiny?” is what she’d probably say

also jimin watching intensely at serim typing on her computer cuz her fingers are looking too good and are moving so fast LOL

(i’ll be 🍊 anon now if you don’t mind!)

IWJDIEKSLQJWPWJD92JDOUFOWHDIEJWIDJFIRI3ID9WIA AAAAAAAAA RRRAAAAAAWWWWWRRRT GRRRR WOFDF

listen i read this anon yesterday right before when i had to leave my house so i couldn't get the time to answer it until now, but swear i haven't stop thinking about, anon you have made me so happy and smiley and blush a lot

i barely even have idea as to what to answer i'm just growling omg this is like fanfiction of my fanfiction

1. THIS IS FIRST OF ALL GRRRRRRRRR RAWR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and secondly, can we talk about how insanely reasonable it would be for serim to have her hand stuck to jimin's thigh whenever they sit next to each other? we literally saw jimin being obsessed with serim's hands and serim being obsessed with jimin's thighs. third, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. fourth, this is so cute this is so cute this is so cute like jimin threatening serim and the small circles where can i read this fanfic does anyone know?

2. i'm going to kill myself. that's it. how ADORABLE, how DOMESTIC, how INSANE is that even when they're sleeping together she needs her even closer so she just starts kissing her fingers? i can't i don't know what to do, this ask is so good it makes me feel mediocre as a writer. i should be better, i apologize. GOOD LORD

3. THIS ONE'S THE BETTER SHUT UPPPP, i'm stealing this one idc you didn't put copyright. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, SHE'S MAKING HER HOLD HER TIGHTER BY LEADING HER HAND THRU HER BODY 🗣🗣🗣 SHE'S CARESSING HER HAND 🗣🗣🗣🗣

+ i can't she has totally done that 😭 the times she has stalked serim she so have paused on one picture where her hands are in all their glory to stare at it, lost in thought, just to realize after a while and be like "i'm so gross what's wrong with me?"

anon you have to kill me even to the last sentence you need to do this more often i'm paying you

i've never been this thrilled about an ask, i feel like i'm the one obsessed with serim's hands. anon i think i'm in love with you.

and yes, there's no problem !!

[lizhaoyu]

Nightowl's Birthday Special: Shadows and Snow

(A/N: Welcome to my Birthday Special Fanfiction~ How are you guys doing? My birthday was on August 10! I know, I'm months late. But I hope you guys still enjoy this fanfiction nonetheless.)

(I gave the reader ice abilities, and Iso some shadow abilities because imagining Iso with shadow abilities makes me cum. I know. It will probably make you too.)

GN!Reader x Iso

TW: Obsession (I love the obsession trope. It's my birthday special, so I decided to make it my favorite trope. I made the reader SUPER COOL and SUPER NONCHALANT at first because why not.)

The streets were alive with chaos. Explosions shook the ground, and gunfire echoed in every corner. The enemy had unleashed their most dangerous weapon, and the mission seemed doomed.

Amid the chaos, you moved like a ghost. Your ice-coated boots barely made a sound through the broken remains of a building, your eyes scanning every shadow.

Suddenly, a movement caught your attention. A figure darted through the smoke, fast and fluid. But something was off. The way they stumbled. You grip your Vandal tighter and creep forward.

Just as you were about to turn a corner, you heard a groan. You peer through the smoke and debris and see him—Iso. The notorious agent, known for his ability to manipulate shadows and disappear at will, was on his knees, bleeding from a deep gash on his side.

You froze. You heard about him. The lone wolf. The assassin who never worked with anyone. But right now, Iso didn't look invincible. He looked human. And vulnerable.

Without a second thought, you rush to his side. You crouch next to him, your hands glowing faintly with ice energy as you press them to his wound, slowing the bleeding.

Iso's eyes snapped open, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun, but his vision blurred as he recognized the figure kneeling beside him.

"It's you..." he rasped, barely able to form words.

"Stay still," you command, your voice cold but steady as your icy powers worked to freeze the blood long enough for him to heal. "You're lucky I found you."

You ignore the comment, focusing on stabilizing him. Iso watched you work, fascinated by the contrast of your delicate hands and the deadly power you wield.

Something was mesmerizing about your calm under pressure. As you work, the world seems to fade away in Iso's eyes. He found himself staring, the pain in his side forgotten for a moment.

You glanced at him. "You'll live, but you owe me one."

Iso chuckled, though it was cut short by the pain. "I don't... like owing people."

"You'll get over it." You scoff, standing up.

-

The mission was somehow completed. Both you and Iso had made it out alive, though barely. Days later, back at base, Iso couldn't get you out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you — the way your icy powers had flowed through your hands with such precision, the way you had saved him without hesitation.

It gnawed at him. He wasn't used to needing anyone, let alone being saved by someone.

He found himself wandering the halls of the base, looking for you. Obsessing over his and your encounter, replaying it over and over again. He knew he should be focusing on his recovery, on the next mission, but you had become a fixation.

He wanted to understand — this mysterious person who had appeared in his life at his most vulnerable moment.

When he finally found you, you were in the training room, perfecting your aim. Your breath was steady, your movements fluid as you fired shot after shot with pinpoint accuracy. Iso watched from the shadows, his haze never leaving you.

"You always watch from the dark, or are you planning on saying something this time?" Your voice broke the silence, your eyes never leaving your target.

Iso smirked, stepping into the light. "You noticed."

"I always notice," You replied coolly, finally turning to face him. "What do you want?"

He wasn't sure how to answer that. He wasn't used to wanting anything from anyone. But this... this was different.

"You saved me," he said after a pause, his voice low. "I don't forget things like that."

You tilt your head slightly, your expression unreadable. "You're welcome."

There was a moment of silence. Iso, normally quick with a retort, found himself at a loss for words. His obsession with you was growing by the minute, and he didn't understand it. All he knew was that he needed to be near you. To figure you out. To see if the ice-cold interior you showed to the world was real, or if there was something more beneath it.

You sense his inner turmoil, narrowing your eyes. "You're not used to people helping you, are you?"

Iso clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. "No."

"Then stop following me around," You say bluntly, turning back to your target. "I'm not one of your shadows."

Your words stung, but Iso wasn't deterred. Instead, they fueled his obsession. He wanted to know why you had saved him, why you had chosen to help someone like him.

And more than that, he wanted to understand your identity behind the ice.

-

Over the next few weeks, Iso's fixation on you only deepened. He found excuses to train with you, to be in the same missions, always watching you, always drawn to the cold precision in which you operated. You intrigued him in a way no one ever had, and that both frustrated and thrilled him.

You, for your part, remained as distant as ever, though you couldn't deny the strange pull you felt towards Iso. He was reckless, unpredictable, and everything you usually despised in a teammate. Yet, there was something about the way he looked at you, the intensity in his gaze, that made you pause.

It wasn't long before Iso's obsession became undeniable, even to him.

One night, after a particularly grueling mission, Iso cornered you in the empty hallways of the base. His eyes, dark and intense, more into yours as he finally voiced the thoughts that had been consuming him.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice rough. "You saved me. And now... I can't stay away."

Your heart raced, though your expression remained calm. "You're confusing gratitude with something else."

"No," Iso growled, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's more than that."

You met his gaze, ice meeting shadow, and for the first time, you didn't have a quick reply. The tension between them crackled, and the lines between the mission and obsession blurred.

Iso's expression darkened, his hand gently brushing your arm. "I don't want to conquer you. I just want... to understand."

You pulled away, your eyes cold and conflicted. "Then stop trying so hard."

But as you walked away, Iso knew it was too late. He was already too deep. And somehow, he sensed that beneath your icy walls, you were just as trapped in this dangerous game as he was.

-

The tension between you and Iso grew thicker with each passing day, yet something in you had begun to shift. Where once Iso's constant presence had felt suffocating, now it was... familiar. You could sense him before he entered a room, always lurking in the shadows, waiting, watching.

It was unnerving, yes, but there was a strange comfort in his obsession.

You had always been alone, used to standing apart from the others. Your ice powers isolated you, both physically and emotionally. Most of your teammates respected you, but none dared to come too close.

Until Iso.

At first, you tolerated his fixation, thinking it would pass. But now you begin to wonder if, in some twisted way, Iso understood you. He wasn't afraid of the cold, the distance. He wasn't put off by your silence or the walls you kept around yourself.

Instead, he seemed drawn to it, captivated by your very detachment.

It wasn't long before you stopped pushing him away.

-

One evening, after a particularly exhausting mission, you were sitting in the quiet of your room, your mind replaying the events of the day. You had barely noticed Iso slipping into the room, as silent as a shadow, until he was standing in front of you.

"You shouldn't be here," you said, though your tone lacked its usual sharpness.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze. You knew you should tell him to leave, set boundaries, and stop this before it spiraled further.

But something inside you couldn't. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the mission or the loneliness that had been creeping into your heart for far too long.

"You're obsessed with me," you say simply, but without accusation.

Iso didn't deny it. "I am."

"And you're not going to stop, are you?"

He shook his head, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "No."

You leaned back in your chair, studying him. The old you—the you that had thrived on isolation—would have iced him out long ago. But something about Iso's unwavering devotion had worn you down. Maybe it was the intensity, the way he never faltered in his obsession.

Or maybe it was that part of you, the part that you tried so hard to keep frozen, that longed for connection.

"You're a fool," you said softly.

Iso knelt in front of you, his gaze never leaving yours. "Maybe. But I'm your fool."

You felt a small, almost imperceptible crack in the ice around your heart. You should have stopped this—should have pulled away before it became something darker, something dangerous.

But instead, you let him stay. His presence was suffocating, yes, but it was also strangely comforting. He was there, always there, and for once, you didn't feel completely alone.

You didn't speak as Iso reached for your hand, his fingers brushing against your cold skin. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine, though you kept your face composed.

"I can't stay away from you," Iso whispered, his voice raw with need. "I don't want to."

Your eyes flicked to his, your usual icy exterior melting just a fraction. "Then don't."

For the first time, you let him in. Just a little. It wasn't love, not yet, but it was something—something that tugged at the cold, hard edges of your soul. Iso's obsession was dark, unhealthy even, but there was a part of you that welcomed it, needed it. Maybe you had been in the cold for too long.

Iso smiled, a rare softness in his features as he realized what just happened. You had accepted him, accepted his obsession. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "I'll always be here."

"I know," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

For better or for worse, you had let Iso in. You knew it wouldn't be easy, knowing that his fixation on you was more dangerous than he let on. But for now, you had let yourself sink into the darkness of it, letting the shadows close in around you both.

For the first time in a long time, you weren't entirely alone.

-

(A/N: How was this? Thank you for the support, everyone! Obsession is one of my favorite tropes, and I hope you guys like this one too.)

[tarabyte3]

Happy New Year! 🥳🥂🎇

There were a few sources of struggle and stress in 2024 (especially from living in the US) which occasionally made me feel like this

But you know what? Overall it wasn't a terrible year, and my mental health was mostly good! 😊

Highlights with photos below the cut

I got to see Andy Serkis in Indianapolis (with Lorraine!!!) AND in Denver (where I also I got to spend time exploring the city with some of my wonderful friends 🥺)

I went and saw The Phantom Menace in theater for its 25th anniversary, and it reawakened something inside of me (QuiObi shipping) like I was a sleeper agent and someone said my very specific code phrase. I've now read back through 25 years of fanfiction, all which inspired me (seriously, what an amazing fandom) because, for the first time, I have 5 QuiObi WIPs of my own (one of which is at 18k words and close to finished!)

It was a great year of con finds, thrifting, and gifts!! And I had fun displaying all of it with my existing figure/funko collection 😍 (Though I swear Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are eventually going to need their own bookshelf. Like, Jedi Apprentice alone could take up most of a shelf if I moved it all over 😩 OR I will have to suck it up buttercup and take stuff out of the packaging 😭)

I rewatched The Terror for, like, the 8th time, and that rekindled my obsession (with the show and Bridglar) and blessed me with John Lynch brain (I even read one of his books this year!) I now have two cakes old men.

I continued weightlifting, hit some personal strength goals, and kicked ass (mostly my own)!!! (I'm going to be vain for a moment and brag about my biceps because I worked really hard for them 😤)

And I finished 2 fics I'm really proud of! My writing has improved a lot over the past few years, and I think they're some of my best posted work (so far 😌):

The fear has gripped me, but here I go (Liam Black x Reader)

Remember You Are Half Water (Kino Loy x Reader)

I'm not making any resolutions for 2025. Instead, I'm just going to continue lifting weights, making memes and fandom content, and doing my best. I'm going to another AndyCon in March to see more of my beloved friends and mutuals (😍). Andor season 2 comes out in 111 days. And I'm going to FINISH MORE FANFICTION, EVEN IF IT KILLS ME (😠🤞🙏🕯️) including I Want You To Show Me Weak!!!

So here's to more shitposting and blorbo obsessions in 2025. May we all have the motivation to work on our art and the serotonin to make it through.

[sugarcult]

Liam, I wrote up this big, long letter for you, and it seemed like nothing came out right or like it just didn't sound how I wanted it to. So I guess I'll just do my best.

Years ago, I remember other fans being obsessed with Diana when it came out, and how many fans said that One Direction had saved them. I didn't think I could relate because I wasn't actively suicidal or self-harming at that time, and I guess I thought all that was a little overdramatic. But in the last two weeks, I've been thinking it over, and I really think 1D not only changed my life but saved it too.

When I first started being a fan of the band, it was 2012, and I had no idea how hard my life was about to become. I guess you probably felt like that too, in retrospect - when you auditioned for X Factor, and you were put in a band by surprise, and you strapped in for this wild ride you couldn't have anticipated, with the highs and the lows that came with it. I remember feeling so much joy listening to 1D, watching silly videos, meeting new people, writing and reading fanfiction. I invested so much of my time into 1D during the active years of the band, at first because I wanted to and it was fun, but now that I'm older and I have some perspective, it wasn't really that simple.

I had a really hard home life in those years. I was in high school, and I didn't have supportive parents. I remember at many points feeling like nobody understood me - not my friends, not my family, or anyone at school - except, in some weird way, One Direction and their fans did. You guys created an atmosphere that was so uplifting and supportive, that prioritized things like mental health and social justice, having a laugh and still being kind. These are all things I really needed in my life.

I didn't make a friend in the fandom until about 2016, so for the entire duration of 1D being active, I was doing my solo thing. I had other people I kind of interacted with during that time, but not any real friends I stayed in touch with. My entire high school career was me being a 1D fan basically alone, and I think I forget that sometimes because I have a lot of 1D friends now. But at my most vulnerable, and in my most formative years, the only thing I really had was One Direction. And I have been thinking a lot about how much of that fun, welcoming, supportive environment was exactly those things because of you. I felt so much support just being in the proximity of the fanbase and the band. I had something to live for, even when my home life was terrible, when my friends abandoned me, when my grades started slipping. I didn't have much sense of identity or self-awareness at all at the time, so it didn't occur to me until recently how much harder and more emotionally volatile those years would have been for me without One Direction. And when I finally did start processing all the hard stuff I had gone through a couple years later, my friends in the fandom were there for me in a way most people couldn't be. I'll be forever grateful to them, and to all of you.

I always felt like you saw me, and like you got me, and like we had the same priorities and values about how people should be treated. I guess that's because you had been bullied yourself and knew what it felt like to be treated unkindly. It really hurts me to know just how much unkindness you continued to receive all the way to the end. I think people saw your joy at the success of your loved ones and your continued pride in the band as somehow disingenuous, but I know it wasn't, because I see so much of myself in you.

I hope you know how many people truly loved and admired you, and how much good you put out into the world, and that the bad that each of us has done does not negate that. Without you, I wouldn't have lived this long. It sounds dramatic, but now that I'm on the other side of the hardest years of my life, I know I couldn't have made it through without you and your influence. You have been and still are a light to people on every continent, people you've never met, who have never been in the same stadium as you. Actually, in ways you don't know and in ways that can't be quantified, you have changed the lives of so many people indirectly. You changed my brother's life, for one, by helping me become someone who could be resilient and strong for him when he needed it. You changed my dad's life by making me someone who can teach others compassion. You've made my son's life possible, by helping me be strong enough to be here so he could even be born. And for every fan you've had like me, you've touched the lives of countless other people indirectly in the same way. The good you have done may be hard to see sometimes through all the noise, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. I hope you knew that in those final days, and I hope you know it now, wherever you are.

I've found it really striking, how many of the people who knew you feel the need to say they hope you're finally at peace now. I wish that didn't say so much about how hard things were for you the last several years. I wish I could have been more vocal and let you know how much change you had made in my life and how much I love you. I wish I could have been more supportive than just a person you might see through pixels on a screen, although I know you had many loved ones who supported you in life too. The grief we are all feeling for you feels some days like it has stopped the world.

It's been a while since I've truly lost someone, and I think the last few years have made the impact of loss hit a lot harder than it used to. I understand now why people turn to religion in times like these. It's for hope.

A lot of other people have said it, but I hope in my heart that it's true:

You will find me

In places that we've never been

For reasons we don't understand

Walking in the wind

You shined so bright, and you still do. But I would have loved you even if you hadn't.