#Victory Junction

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☆-fav big boy pushing you into a mean mating press? mating press, size kink, dub-con, small degradation, featuring BIG BOY KIRI♡, overstim ,(yk how i feel about this.)

getting straight to the point, big boy kiri would take every competition to heart. every challenge, every word, every action to heart. so when you first challenged him to make you tap out first? he took it and swore he would.

so now, with his body weight pushing you down, down till your knees were quite literally pressed into your chest, you couldn't even sputter out the words, 'I tap out.'

his torso itself locked you in place as he dragged his slutty hips in and out of your little cunt. he locked his fingers above your head so you couldn't squirm away from his brutal thrusts. his head hung low in the junction of your neck, listening to your half-sobs half-whimpers.

he heard you try and tell him that you came, that you came two times- no make it three now, but all he did was kiss his shark-like teeth and smile as he seemed to go even harder.

he turned his head as he panted into your hung one, his lips tugged into a menacing smirk. his victory went unnoticed. his large scarred hands took up your whole knee, and part of your thighs as he went and pinned you down with his body weight :( 250 lbs of pure muscle and fat.

his stroks were relentless, his fat, blunt head kissing your poor cervix with every jerk of his hips, every movement causing a sob- moan? choking its way from your throat. he put his weight behind his thrusts, making your body ludge yet stopped by his interlocked hands. every thrust had your toes curling next to his head as your mouth just hung wide open.

why play with fire when you know you just couldn't take him?

you felt something in your tummy, something mean and brutal push itself with every thrust, everytime his tip kissed your cervix it grew bigger and bigger. see, you tried to warn him you felt weird, that he needed to stop yet he kept fucking you like a miniature pocket pussy^^

you squirmed from under him, your hands scratching at bare skin, as you arched as best you can with his body weight on you. poor big boy kiri gasped in shock when he felt your juices spray him. wetting him down from his chest, to his thighs, and all the way down to the bed sheets. he smirked, rewarded yet kept going, ignoring your pain filled sobs and pleasure filled whines. ignoring your nails biting into your already scarred skin and your little bitch slaps. he ignored the pleads of him to slow down, of him to stop and give you a break get he just kept using you like the little fleshlight he deemed you are:((

if you wanted him to stop, you couldve used the safe word, right?

an: think i may change my writing style...

@aizawasbarb

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My Soul Already Knew ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: After you get forced into drinking a love potion, you act no different.

tw: fem!reader, there's a lot so just be aware that not everything may be mentioned here since this is so long but I tried my best, cabnw spoilers, kidnapping, drugging?, friends to lovers, not everything is listed probably, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Guys, I did it. This ended up being longer than 34 pages so you're welcome. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.

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You met Joaquín through Sam and Bucky; they called you after breaking Zemo out of jail.

“Come on, y/n, we need you. You’re the only person we know who has magic that will be willing to help,” Sam practically begged you from where he stood in Sharon Carter’s apartment. They called, saying they got into trouble at Madripoor and that they needed you to get there immediately. You were given an address, and when you walked in, you were greeted with the sight of Sam, Bucky, and Zemo.

“Where’s Sharon?” You questioned. You looked around the area of her apartment that you could see.

“She had to go deal with something,” Bucky told you, and you sighed; you were already there. You might as well help, which is how you ended up meeting Joaquín.

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“Joaquín, meet y/n, or as she was known to the public Aetheria.” Sam introduced you to Joaquín after the whole Flag Smasher thing was over. From there, you two got along so well that Sam almost regretted introducing the two of you, almost.

“I heard about you, the youngest member of the Avengers.” Joaquín seemed happy about meeting you, and it was refreshing. No one was ever this excited to meet you, at least not so innocently.

“Oh, yeah, it seems cool, but I didn’t have much of a choice,” you laughed at your joke, Joaquín joining in.

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That’s how you ended up moving to DC, you wanted to be closer to your newfound friend. The fact that you could more easily annoy Sam was just a plus.

“Quin, are you home?” You called into the empty space that was the entry hallway of Joaquín’s apartment.

“Yeah.” Joaquín walked over to you as you took your shoes off. Joaquín greeted you the same way he always did, pulling you into a hug and shoving his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“I was thinking we order takeout, watch a movie, and call Sam to see if we can con him into over-the-phone charades.” You pulled Joaquín closer to you, and you could feel his silent laughter. “Are you playing a game?” You could hear the sounds from it from where you stood.

“Oh shit,” Joaquín pulled away from you and you laughed, following closely after him. You walked into the room to find him trying to rectify the fact that he was about to die. You flopped down on the couch next to him, watching as he just gave up and let himself die.

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“Is it Sam?” You were sitting on the couch, watching as Joaquín tried to act something out. Sam was on the video call from Joaquín’s laptop.

“Yes!” Joaquín called over to you, you did a small victorious wiggle.

“What?!” How’d I not get that?” Sam raged, and you laughed, laughing harder as Joaquín fell on the couch. He landed halfway on you, and Sam smiled at the sight. “You two are cheating, you have to be,” Sam continued his fake rage.

“We are not!” You argued as Joaquín shifted to pull you closer; you allowed it with a smile. “You’d know that if you ever came over for these,” you told him, watching as Sam rolled his eyes.

“And let you two bully me in person, no chance,” Sam told you.

“I take full offense, Samuel I forgot your middle name, but it starts with a T Wilson. I do not bully Captain America.” You played up your offense and looked at Joaquín. “Do you hear this, Quin? He’s trying to say we bully Captain America.” You watched as Joaquín nodded.

“We do not bully Captain America, Sam Wilson, yes. But Captain America, no,” Joaquín looked at the camera.

“Goodbye, you two,” Sam hung up, and you held your composure for about 3 seconds before you and Joaquín laughed even harder.

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You stared in the mirror. Bucky’s celebration dinner for being elected congressman was happening later. You hadn’t even changed, there was just something about you that you didn’t like. And for whatever reason, you couldn’t quite place it. Maybe there was a slight difference in your makeup or hair that you didn’t like, or maybe it was that your clothes weren’t falling right.

“Angel?” Joaquín’s voice made you jump.

“Oh, hey,” you spun to face him and saw his look. “What’s with the face?”

“I’ve been standing here watching you stare at yourself in the mirror for a while now. What’s wrong?” Joaquín walked closer, and you shrugged.

“I don’t know, there’s just something...” you paused for a moment. “There’s something wrong with me today. I can’t tell if it’s my hair, makeup, clothes, or just my head messing with me,” you sighed, you would have lied if it weren’t for the fact that you were in Joaquín’s apartment. You promised Joaquín that you wouldn’t lie to him, not in his apartment or yours. Not where you two are the most comfortable, not to him.

“Angel, it’s probably your head. You look perfect, just like you do every day.” Joaquín walked to you and grabbed your hands. You smiled at him gratefully and pulled him into a hug, your odd feeling about yourself melting away.

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The party was in full swing, you had been there for a few hours. You promised to help set it up, and now you were having so much fun. You didn’t drink, you promised to be Sam’s designated driver for the night. You were currently dancing with some random politician’s son. He was about your age, but he was a little handsy. 

“Mind if I take her?” Joaquín saved you, and you watched as the man backed away, clearly intimidated by Joaquín.

“My savior.” You leaned most of your weight into Joaquín, your feet tired in your heels.

“You seemed to be having fun, but I’m selfish and wanted your attention,” Joaquín told you, his arms wrapping around you. You two slowly swayed to the music as you held each other, your arms wrapped around his waist and your head on his chest.

“You can have my attention any time you want it, especially if you’re going to hold me,” you told him.

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“I told you they like each other,” Sam looked at Bucky; they both managed to have a moment without someone else and spent it watching you and Joaquín hold each other and sway.

“I never said they didn’t. I asked if they were dating,” Bucky said, and Sam shook his head.

“Nope, they’re just two idiots in love that cannot tell the other loves them just as much,” Sam didn’t get to say more as another group of politicians and the like walked up.

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“Sam, just get in the car,” you sighed. Sam had been resisting getting into your car.

“No, you’re going to crash.” Sam stepped away, and you looked over at Bucky for help.

“Sam, get in her car, come on.” Bucky pushed Sam into your car, shushing him as he tried to argue.

“Thank you.” You looked over at Bucky before looking at Joaquín. “Ready?” Joaquín nodded before he got into the driver’s seat. He didn’t drink either, he wanted to be able to drive you home.

“You said you had a crush on someone.” Sam was just talking in the back seat, and you could tell he was currently talking to you.

“Sam, shhh,” you shushed him, leaning your head on the window as he kept talking. He had moved on to stories about him and Riley. You looked back at him as his eyes brimmed with tears.

“Then he fell and…” Sam trailed off, and you reached a hand back to offer support.

“I know, Sam. I know,” when Joaquín stopped at a red light, you unbuckled and crawled over the middle console to sit in the back with Sam. He was crying, and you let him place his forehead on your shoulder as he did so.

“I miss him,” Sam sobbed, and you felt horrible. You couldn’t change anything that happened; you knew that. “And when Joaquín fell because of that missile, it was like watching Riley fall all over again,” Sam admitted, and you widened your eyes at his admission.

“Sam,” you started talking but soon stopped when you noticed that you were at his house. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” You reached to open your door and scooted out. Joaquín was already standing there, ready to help you out of the car. Sam followed you out, no longer crying, and unsteadily walked to his door. You two watched as he fumbled with his keys for a minute before finally opening the door.

“Good night.” Sam waved at you two, and you laughed as he shut the door in your face.

“He’ll be fine, right?” You looked at Joaquín, but you noticed he lacked his normal sparkle in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“He said that I reminded him of Riley. I didn’t even know about Riley until tonight,” Joaquín told you, and you sighed before pulling him into a hug.

“Sam doesn’t talk about Riley much. I only know about it because we spent a lot of time sharing the same hotel room while on the run,” you told him. “Ask Sam about Riley when he isn’t drunk, and you’ll get to know a lot about him. From what I have heard, Riley was an amazing person.”

“Ok.” Joaquín held you for a few more moments before you separated and went back to the car. 

“Want to stay with me tonight?” You asked, back in the passenger seat.

“Only if you promise to stop spraying me with your perfume before I leave in the morning,” Joaquín joked, and you looked at him with a faux offended face.

“How else am I going to make sure everyone knows where you stayed at night?” You two dissolved into giggles at your words.

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“And he stayed the night?” Belle, your neighbor and friend asked.

“Yeah, he normally does.” You two were at a cafe getting breakfast together before you went to work. You started working with Sam and Joaquín, mostly just collecting info and being the point of contact for them.

“He likes you,” she stated, and you laughed at the idea.

“Sure he does,” you joked, but she wasn’t laughing. 

“He does, and you love him, which is why you’re trying to laugh it off.” Belle just stared at you, and you looked away.

“So what if I love him, and so what if he likes me? It’s nothing more than him liking me as a friend,” you told her, but she just shook her fear as your food approached.

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You started going on missions with Sam and Joaquín and quickly became a vital element to the team. Simple missions are how you started, you stopped the whole hero shit after losing Tony and Natasha. They both respected it. You would do small recon or go and help the innocent victims of some of the bigger disasters. Nothing that you had to do a lot, just small things that made you remember why you became Aetheria in the first place.

“I know that you no longer want to go on missions, but we could really use your help,” Sam sat you down at the table one day and you sucked in a hard breath. You knew he would only be asking if they really needed it, so you nodded.

“Ok,” you told him.

“Ok?” Sam looked at Joaquín, then you.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” you told them both. There was a silent exchange between you and Joaquín.

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“You didn’t have to come. Sam and I would have found a way,” Joaquín told you, and you just looked at him.

“I know, but I didn’t want to risk you or Sam getting hurt, Joaquín.” You grabbed his hands as you shifted closer to him. You were sitting on your bed, your mostly packed bag on the floor in front of it.

“But...” you cut Joaquín off by removing your hands from his and pulling him to you in a hug.

“No buts, you and Sam are some of the most important people to me. I was not going to let you two go against someone like this alone,” you told him, placing your face into his neck. Joaquín placed his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder, the two of you just enjoying each other's presence.

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It seemed too easy; all three of you thought so, but no one said anything. You got what you went there for, but the guy gave himself up as soon as you all showed up. You now sat in a hotel room, one that had a door leading to the one that Joaquín and Sam were staying in, watching Law and Order SVU. You had left your side of the conjoining doors unlocked after your shower, knowing both of the boys had seen you in your pajamas before. So it really wasn’t a surprise when Joaquín opened the door in his pajamas looking for you. Sam was right behind him, and the three of you lay in the singular bed of your room watching the show together.

“It was too easy, right?” Sam just blurted out after your second episode of SVU together.

“Yeah, it was,” you told him. You had ended up leaning your head on Joaquín’s shoulder at some point, his arm around your waist.

“What do we do then?” Joaquín questioned, and you realized how stupid your answer was about to be.

“We go back in the morning, look around to see if we find anything,” you told Joaquín, Sam nodding along with you.

“We go back in the morning,” Sam affirmed, and you three settled back into the quiet as you waited for your food to arrive.

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The warehouse was empty and quiet, it would have been ominous if it weren’t so bright. The three of you stayed pretty close; none of you wanted to chance it. You looked away from the others for a moment because of a noise, but when you looked back, they were gone. You looked around the area, they wouldn’t have left without telling you to come on. You got more frantic as you couldn’t find them; it had been entirely too quiet for anyone to have taken them.

“Don’t worry, they will notice you’re missing soon enough,” a feminine voice told you before you felt a sting in your arm. You felt your limbs go heavy and yourself start to fall, but you never hit the ground, or you were out before you hit it. You couldn’t fully tell which one was true.

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You woke up on the ground below you, and a blanket was thrown over you. As you sat up, you noticed how heavy everything felt. You looked around and you were thrown for a loop, you were on the floor of your hotel room. You saw Tony standing there and that’s when you realized that you were hallucinating.

“How did-” Your words were cut off as the world started to spin, and some lady appeared.

“Good, you’re awake,” she smiled, and you watched as the world shifted back into the warehouse. You wanted to believe that was where you were, but you couldn’t tell. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, the Captain and his little sidekick already know you’re missing,” she told you in a sing-song voice.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, your voice hoarse but panicked.

“I can’t have you all messing up my plans. You could have just taken the win last night. Gone home and took that little emerald to whoever hired you. Then none of this would have had to happen,” she told you, but you were still confused. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you until they get here. That’s when the fun begins.” She smiled before leaving, and you wanted to yell and scream. 

You were left alone in the room where you were cold and chained to the wall, the blanket barely doing anything. You stood up, deciding that if you were stuck, then you would look around. You took note of the abnormally long chain attached to your ankle, but you could tell that it wasn't long enough to reach the door. You walked around, ignoring the heavy feeling in your limbs, and you took notice of everything around you. The empty metal tables, the unplugged TV, the inconsistent flicker of the lights, and especially the fact that, for whatever reason, it smelt like Joaquín.

You grabbed the blanket and sat on one of the tables, it was warmer up in the air than it was on the floor. Realistically, you could use your magic to undo the chain, but the heavy feeling of your limbs made it impossible.

“Oh goody, you made yourself feel comfortable.” The woman walked in, holding a vial that held a shimmery liquid. She saw you look at it and placed it in her pocket before addressing you. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to drink this, yet,” she tacked on the yet at the end, and you widened your eyes at it.

“Yet?” You asked, ready to get up and attack.

“I’m waiting for your friends to get here,” she told you before practically bouncing out of the room.

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You were shaken awake by the woman; Sam and Joaquín were both tied up across the room from where you were.

“Now that I have all of you,” she began, and you realized you no longer had the long chain. You were tied up just like the other two were, completely bound to a chair. “This,” she brandished the bottle, “is a little something my mom taught me how to make just in case I ever fell in love but the person needed a little push. However, since I want you three out of my way, I think I’ll let you have a go,” she grabbed your chin but you fought back. You struggled against her hold, and she just let go to smack you.

“Hey, don’t hit her!” Joaquín yelled from his spot, but the lady just laughed and let you go again.

“Let’s see,” she looked at Sam and Joaquín for a moment. “Eeny, meany, miney, you,” she pointed between Sam and Joaquín before picking Joaquín.

“What are you going to do to him!” You yelled, but she just looked at you.

“Him? Oh, no, it’s what I am going to do to you,” she told you, and again you started to struggle, but she managed to pour the whole vial of shimmery liquid from earlier down your throat. You coughed as it went down; it burned and tasted odd. You caught a whiff of it, and you realized it smelt like Joaquín. It was a split-second realization that it was what you were smelling earlier. 

“What’s happening?” You questioned; everything felt light and fluttery. The lady didn’t answer as she grabbed your chin and forced you to look at Joaquín; your stomach did its normal flip as you looked at him. There was nothing else that happened other than the light and fluttery feeling the lady let you go through. With a snap of her fingers, the sound you had heard who knows how long ago, you were back in the same spot of the warehouse as before.

“Angel, are you ok?” Joaquín rushed to you, and you nodded. Your brain felt fuzzy, and for whatever reason, your attraction to him was heightened.

“Yeah, I just feel all light and fluttery,” you told him, leaving with your hand in his.

“Y/n? Do you realize what that lady had you take?” Sam questioned, and you shook your head, the memory of her talking about the vial hazy. “Oh shit,” Sam muttered but he dropped the topic until you were all back at the hotel.

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“Y/n, she gave you a love potion,” Sam told you, and your eyes widened.

“What? But why isn’t it working?” You questioned. Joaquín was showering, and the smell of his body wash wafted over you.

“I think it is,” Sam told you, and you gave him an odd look.

“What?”

“I think she chose Joaquín, you know, the person who you’re already in love with,” Sam told you, but you shook your head. “Don’t argue with me, I know you are. But if you want to keep that hidden, I’d start acting like that potion has affected you,” Sam advised as the shower turned off.

“Thank you,” you muttered as Joaquín walked out. You wanted to blame it all on the potion, but Joaquín walked out with his bare chest, water droplets slowly falling. You couldn't help but stare.

“Angel, are you good?” Joaquín caught you staring, but you were having a hard time forming an answer.

“I think the potion is starting to kick in,” Sam said, saving you from having to answer.

“Oh shit,” Joaquín quickly threw a shirt on and you got overly sad. So sad, tears started to form in your eyes.

“Are you crying?” Sam questioned, and you quickly shook your head. Instead of answering, you got up and left the room for yours. You crawled into bed and wrapped your blankets around you, the tears still flowing. It felt odd, crying when you had no control over it and being able to hear Sam and Joaquín talking in the other room.

“Angel?” Joaquín walked into the room and closed the door behind him. You said nothing as Joaquín crawled into bed with you; he wrapped his arms around you, and you felt the tears finally stop.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, you felt stupid.

“It’s not your fault,” Joaquín told you. “It’s ok,” Joaquín comforted you, and you felt the pull of sleep before finally succumbing to it.

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You and the boys got home. The entire time on the way home, they were deciding the best course of action. You all had learned, rather quickly, that if Joaquín was away from you for too long, the potion would make your emotions go all out of whack.

“She could stay with me,” Joaquín shrugged. You were sitting a little farther away on the plane than them. “You said she shouldn’t be at her place, just in case. And we know that she cannot be away too long before she cries or gets angry. So why not let her stay with me?”

“If you’re sure,” Sam told Joaquín, who nodded. “Y/n, you’re staying with Joaquín when we get back, ok?” You nodded at the two, a happy feeling strumming through your veins.

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You felt at home at Joaquín’s, Sam was at your place packing a few bags for you. Joaquín had made up the guest bedroom for you, telling you that it’s just in case you want it. 

It was the morning, the same routine that you and Joaquín always had after one of you stayed with the other. Joaquín had started to notice that other than you having little control over your emotions, you seemed no different. More affectionate than normal, and you stared at him a lot, but you seemed normal.

“Quin?” You had been showering when Joaquín got called by his mom. You started to feel yourself tear up, but you told yourself that you wouldn’t. While you were walking around, you heard Joaquín talking.

“Yes, mamá,” you heard Joaquín say, and you relaxed knowing he was still there. You walked into the living room and sat on the couch with him. You realized that the shirt he gave you to put on was the one he had slept in last night. It made you smile, knowing he really was trying his best to keep you comfortable. “She’s right here. Sam is looking for an antidote.” Joaquín was talking about you, but you really didn’t care. “She wants to talk to you,” Joaquín told you, and you nodded at him.

“Hello,” you said politely. You’ve never met her in person, but you’ve talked to her a lot.

“Hi, how are you?” She was curious.

“I’m ok,” you told her, but you heard her tisk at you and you grimaced. “My emotions are a little out of whack, but other than that, I’m ok,” you told her.

“Oh, Quino is taking good care of you?”

“Yeah, he is,” you told her, smiling over at Joaquín.

“Good, otherwise I’d have to give him a talking to,” she laughed and you laughed too. You handed Joaquín his phone back after telling his mom goodbye. You listened to Joaquín’s side of his goodbye with his mom before he hung up.

“My mother just told me that you’re her favorite,” Joaquín told you, and you laughed.

“How does it feel knowing that your mother likes me more?” You looked over at him as he laughed, and you laughed with him.

“I honestly should have seen it coming,” Joaquín got out through his laughter.

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You tossed and turned, you promised both Sam and Joaquín that you would be ok while Joaquín went on the mission. You felt horrible as soon as you told Joaquín. You lied to him, but you couldn’t keep him from it.

That’s how you found yourself softly crying while thinking about how Joaquín could be getting hurt. He kept checking in on you through text messages and phone calls, but you were still worried. You were always worried but this potion seemed to make everything ten times worse. Something you would have never been worried about before seemed to be in the forefront of your mind, and no matter how much you tried to think of something else, you couldn’t.

You eventually gave up on trying to sleep, you decided you should go watch TV. You had started a movie and you figured you might as well finish it. You sat on the couch, wrapped in the blanket that Joaquín always used, as you stared at the TV. The movie held your attention enough for you to be free from having to think of the potential dangers that Joaquín could be in. You finished the movie and was faced with the reality that you either had to think about Joaquín or pick a new movie. You chose the new movie option instead of the other option, you scrolled through movies while you sat there. It wasn’t long before you found another, a movie about a cat Flow. You felt your eyelids get droopy before you slowly dozed off, the sounds of the movie helping you.

You didn’t realize it, or your mind drowned it out, but there was a knock on your window. You didn’t see who it was, but it was the lady that gave you the potion. In her hand, another little vial that shimmered. She had started to feel bad, she would have thought that she would give you the antidote. She didn’t realize how long it would take for the boys to find her and the antidote, but she thought it was long enough. However, she thought you ignored her. So she left with the antidote in hand and your only hope to get rid of the situation you found yourself in.

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You woke up on the couch, a painful reminder that Joaquín wasn’t home. But you went through your day like normal, you got up, made breakfast, and got ready for the day. You just changed from one set of lounge wear to another since you had no plans on leaving, but you made your way back to the couch and started to watch another movie to pass the time.

That’s how you spent your days without Joaquín. Sure you could get up and leave, but it felt wrong. You didn’t feel comfortable going out when your emotions were all out of whack, especially not when Joaquín or Sam were unavailable to help keep others away from you.

It was one of these repetitive endless days that Sam called you. “Y/n, we really need your help. I know we said that you’re not supposed to go on missions right now, but we’re in over our heads,” Sam sounded frantic and you got worried about what that meant for Joaquín.

“Ok, just send me the location and I will be there as soon as possible,” you rushed out, running through Joaquín’s apartment to repack your belongings and to put on your suit.

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“Good, you’re here,” Sam opened the hotel door wider, letting you step inside. Joaquín was sitting at the desk on the computer. You fought the urge to run to him and wrap your arms around him.

“You called and said I was needed, so I’m here,” you told him, placing your bag down by the door. Joaquín turned in the chair slightly and opened his arm towards you, you walked to him and sat down on his lap. Your nerves and emotions leveled out the second you got to him. Sam told you everything, including how you all needed a new place to stay. “My family has a vacation home about 15 minutes from here,” you told Sam.

“That would work,” Sam said and you nodded. Joaquín hadn’t said anything since you got there but you could tell he was focused on finding what he needed.

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“Angel?” Joaquín knocked on the bathroom door, the three of you had to stay in the hotel for the night. You opened the door as you dried your hair with the hair dryer they had mounted in the bathroom.

“Yeah?” You stepped aside as Joaquín walked in, he just watched you for a moment before you turned the dryer off.

“You have the choice of having your own bed or sharing with one of us,” Joaquín told you and you thought about it. The thought of not sharing with Joaquín makes you freak out a little.

“Can we share?” You shyly asked, your face warming.

“Of course we can,” Joaquín gave you a small hug before leaving the bathroom, he seemed to be trying to make you comfortable. You finished in the bathroom and walked out to lay in the bed Joaquín was in, he lifted the covers for you and you snuggled into his side. Sam glanced at you two and a soft smile spread on his face, he thought that maybe this potion would finally make you confess. When it’s out of your system, hopefully, Joaquín believes you.

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You three had dropped your bags off at your family’s vacation house before running off to find the buyers. You had missed them by mere minutes, you felt horrible, even though it wasn’t your fault. Sam and Joaquín seemed down from another miss, and you all went back to the house. You had spread out on opposite sides, you and Joaquín were sharing a room since your emotions were being odd.

“Joaquín, do you think that my emotions are changing?” You questioned.

“What do you mean?” Joaquín scrunched his eyebrows and you sighed, falling on the couch in the living room. Sam walked in before you could speak but you went to explain anyway.

“I mean, I feel like the longer I have this potion in my system, the less control I have over my reactions,” you told him, and Sam by proxy. “I don’t know, maybe I’m overthinking it,” you added, feeling self conscious about your feelings.

“It’s possible that the longer the potion is in your system, the more it will change you,” Sam told you and you looked over at him. This was one of the times you missed Tony, you could have gone to him and he would have found some test to figure it out. 

“Ok,” you said, processing what you were told.

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Sam looked in the kitchen, he realized that there was no food and sighed at how obvious that would have been.

“I’m going out to get some groceries,” Sam announced and you nodded, Joaquín was showering and you were about to head back to the room for your phone charger.

“Joaquín, Sam went to the store!” You called into the room, making sure Joaquín wasn’t indecent before walking in.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Joaquín had put on his sweatpants and a hoodie, but you still couldn’t help but stare at him. You moved closer to him and just stared at him, he raised an eyebrow at you.

“I really want to kiss you,” you said and Joaquín placed his hands on your shoulders as you tried to get closer.

“Angel it’s just the potion talking,” Joaquín held your shoulders as you tried to kiss him. It’s not that he didn’t want to, god did he want to, but it wouldn’t be right for him to.

“Joaquín Torres, I have been in love with you for years, please,” you were begging for him at this point, and Joaquín was just a man after all. 

“If I do this, do you promise that this isn’t because of the potion,” Joaquín was holding onto the last of his resolve.

“I promise, please,” you tried to lean forward again and Joaquín met you halfway. It was exactly what you both wanted, both of you were desperate. It was clear he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You moved closer but he pulled away, you made a noise of protest.

“Angel, I don’t want to take advantage of you, I know you say you that this is what you want but,” you cut Joaquín off by suddenly grabbing your phone. You should have thought it through more, the fact that Joaquín was about to see you telling one of your friends that you wanted to jump his bones.

“Look,” you shoved the phone in his face and you watched as he read the messages. They were clearly stamped from way before you had the potion and they were detailed on what you wanted, if your mind wasn’t so muddled from kissing Joaquín you probably would have felt embarrassed.

“Angel, why didn’t you say anything before,” Joaquín mumbled before grabbing your phone and throwing it aside. He practically pounced on you, his lips were everywhere. On your lips,your neck, jaw, your chest, everywhere he could reach his lips touched. You gasped as he gently bit your neck and you heard his chuckle.

“Sam will be back soon,” you told him, urging him closer to you.

“Then we better make this quick,” Joaquín mumbled against your neck before you started to undress each other.

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”This meant something to you, right?” You couldn’t help but ask, you needed to know.

“Angel,” Joaquín started talking but you couldn’t handle the possible rejection.

“Never mind, I don’t want to know,” you lied, rolling away from him and curling into yourself.

“Angel, y/n, please look at me,” Joaquín urged you and you couldn’t find it in yourself to disobey. “This meant everything to me, and I promise I am not just saying this because of the potion, I love you,” Joaquín assured you and a smile lit up your face.

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“I’m back!” Sam called into the house and you met him by the kitchen. The large shirt you wore was an immediate tell that you had been with Joaquín, the hickeys on your neck was another. “Holy shit, you two hooked up,” Sam placed the bags down.

“We did, and I told him that I love him. Not just because of the potion, I showed him the text messages that I had sent Belle,” you bounced on your toes, clearly happy.

“Good, you seem to be in a good mood,” Sam noted the extra happiness.

“Because Joaquín said he loves me!” You happily announced, missing Joaquín walking in. He walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, your happiness multiplying.

“Fucking finally, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this forever!” Sam practically yelled and you smiled.

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You three finally found the buyers before they bought another shipment, one fight later, you were on the way home. You texted your mom that you three had been at the vacation home and that she might want to send the cleaners if she’s planning on using it, since you knew she was a slight germaphobe. 

You were on the plane home, sitting with Joaquín, when the side door opened. The three of you were scared until the lady with the love potion flew in and closed the door behind her.

“Hi, don’t try and fight me!” She held her hands up as you three took a defensive stand. “I’m here to help,” she told you and you gave her a look. “Please believe me when I say that you saw my sister, she’s the one that gave you the potion and she’s the one that has the antidote,” the lady said and you squinted your eyes at her. You noticed she lacked a scar on her lip and the mole on her right cheek. 

“What do you want?” You questioned, relaxing your stance and stepping closer to Joaquín.

“I want to help, my sister has this weird thing with people messing with her business,” she started. “And those buyers were some of hers, she’s already not happy that you were looking around in the warehouse. This will make her angrier, you have to believe me when I say I want to help,” she finished explaining.

“What do we need to do?” Sam asked as Joaquín wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“Go to these coordinates, on the full moon there will be a light that shines on a tree. That tree will open and you will find a compass. It will lead you to her, but be careful, she will sense you are coming and will be waiting,” the lady said.

“How do we know we can trust you?” Joaquín finally spoke and took a glance at you, while he’s glad he finally got to call you his, he didn’t want anything else to happen.

“This gift,” she held a necklace out, it was a simple silver chain with a silver ring on it. You couldn’t make out all the details from this far but you could see the two blue gems on opposite sides it held. “As long as you,” she faced you, “wear it, then the effects of the potion will dim. You will be able to feel natural love, emotions, and that heavy feeling in your limbs will lift,” she held it out to you.

“How did you know about the heavy feeling?” You grabbed the necklace and put it on. The second you clasped it, you felt normal again.

“She once made me drink it, I know how you feel,” she told you before disappearing.

“Why didn’t you tell us about your limbs feeling heavy?” Joaquín questioned and you looked at him.

“It wasn’t bad, just like there was 5 weight pounds on each,” you shrugged and they both nodded.

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Joaquín and Sam stood a few feet away from you. The necklace was doing its job, your emotions back under your control. You still loved Joaquín, nothing about that the potions could change. You three waited for the moon to fully rise, you all were under the assumption that the potion lady would show up to stop you from getting the compass. 

“Moon is fully risen,” you called to them, you all looked around and found the tree with the light beam. It opened and as the lady on the jet said, there was a compass. You reached the tree first and grabbed the compass. 

“We will take this back and head that way in the morning,” Sam said, and you and Joaquín agreed with him. You both wanted one more night of sleeping in a familiar bed before nights at hotels again. 

The walk back to the car was quiet, Joaquín and you holding hands. Sam stayed in front of you and you refused to let him leave your eyesight. You all had learned from your last time you went somewhere the potion lady was. 

“Y/n,” Sam called your attention out of your head. “When we see her again, be careful. You didn’t see the hell of a fight she put up,” Sam warned you, which you nodded at.

“Ok, I will, but you two need to as well,” you pointed out which they both nodded at. You three climbed into the car and took off back towards where you lived. 

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You stopped for dinner at a diner, Sam and Joaquín getting recognized. You watched as girls, and guys, flirted with Joaquín. You tried to keep your jealousy under wraps after all, you and Joaquín hadn’t gone public, they wouldn’t know. A distraction came in the form of someone recognizing you.

“You’re Aetheria!” A little girl announced and you smiled, Sam and Joaquín were a little ways away so you talked to her. Her dad stood a little bit behind her, urging her to ask you the question. “My daddy says that you saved my mommy, is that true?”

“Who’s your mom?” You questioned, you had memorized the names of a lot of people you saved, it kept you going when times got hard and all you wanted to do was quit.

“Clarissa Harris!” She told you and you smiled, you did remember her.

“Your dad’s right, I did save your mom,” you told her.

“Oh, can I get a picture?” The little girl asked and you nodded, you held her hand and crouched while her dad took the photo. “Thank you!” She smiled and walked back to the table she was at earlier, her dad stayed behind a moment.

“Thanks for that, I know you probably don’t remember my wife but June loves her mom. This really meant a lot to her,” the man told you.

“Hey, it’s no problem. And you might not believe me but I do remember your wife, she was on of the first people I saved after I joined the Avengers. People like her, the people I saved, helped me keep going,” you smiled at him.

“Would it be weird if I asked for a photo as well?” 

“Of course not,” you stood to his left and let him snap a selfie before he left you. You turned back to the table to see Sam and Joaquín were both looking at you.

“How was your first fan interaction in years?” Sam questioned as you sat back down by Joaquín.

“It was fine, I saved his wife in the beginning days. I just met the daughter she was pregnant with too,” you smiled over at Sam and he nodded.

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“You have been awfully quiet since the diner, are you ok?” You looked over at Joaquín, you both had showered and now you were laying in bed. Joaquín had said very few words to you, it’s not like he was avoiding you. He was actively cuddling with you, he just seemed off.

“You seemed awfully close with that guy at the diner,” Joaquín said and you let out a surprised laugh.

“Are you jealous?” You looked at him but he refused to look at you, you could see the flush rising to his cheeks.

“I am not,” he argued.

“You’ve got nothing to be jealous of,” you told him, running a hand through his still damp hair.

“Of course I do, you’re y/n l/n, Aetheria, you’re an Avenger,” Joaquín told you and you laughed.

“Yeah and you’re Joaquín Torres, the Falcon, a soon to be Avenger. Do you think I wasn’t jealous when those girls were all over you?” You gave him a look.

“Those girls meant nothing to me,” Joaquín mumbled.

“Yeah, and so did that guy,” you clarified and it was like the lights came on.

“As soon as we get this potion out of your system, we are going public,” Joaquín said, pulling you closer to him. You smiled and agreed, there was almost no space between you and you felt the pull of sleep.

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Sam, Joaquín, and you were in a plane, you were following the compass. It was taking you west and you all were tired, you agreed to leave early but you were regretting it. You were tired and you just wanted to take a nap, but you never got the skill of falling asleep anywhere. 

“If this doesn’t work, what then?” You nervously asked, you were worried that you would be stuck with a potion in your system.

“Then we find the necklace lady and we find another way, you won’t have to have this potion in you forever,” Sam told you and you nodded.

You all fell into a silence, not an uncomfortable one, just a normal one. You stared out the window as the plane flew, there were no extraordinary sights. You just wanted to watch the sky go past and leaned against Joaquín, no words would be said for the rest of the flight.

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The compass stopped pointing in a direction when you reached another warehouse, the needle disappeared. 

“I think we are here,” you told the others and stuffed the compass in your pocket. You three walked in and found the potion lady sitting in a chair at a table. She was eating macaroni straight out of a pot, she jumped when she saw you.

“It’s you!” She sneered and you all took a defensive state “Oh, don’t fight me, here,” she threw a shimmery vial at you. You caught it, and unbeknownst to you, it was the same vial she was going to give you that one night. “This whole villain thing is getting boring,” she waved her hand dismissively.

“Is this…” she cut you off.

“The antidote to that love potion I gave you, yeah. I was going to give it to you a while ago but you never answered my knocks on your window,” she told you and you gave her a look.

“I never heard them,” you told her and she just rolled her eyes.

“Take the potion,” she told you and you opened it, you downed the liquid. It went better than the other potion, it didn’t burn and it tasted pleasant. You took the necklace off and you felt 100% normal, it was as if you never took the original potion. “Ok, goodbye,” she snapped and you all were back on the sidewalk.

“That was something,” you mumbled, grateful that the potion was out of your system.

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The three of you were on the plane ride home, Joaquín was keeping his distance from you and you wondered why. You didn’t ask, you just thought that he was tired and wanted space. However, when he kept the distance when you got back, you having moved in with him over the past few months when your lease was up, you got suspicious. 

You let him have his space, thinking that he would come around. But he didn’t, you started to worry that maybe he said he loved you because of the potion. The two of you slowly started to withdraw from the other, scared that the other didn’t feel the same all because of a potion. 

Sam noticed, he saw how you two skirted around each other, like you were scared to interact. He didn’t like it, he had to suffer with you two denying your feelings, then getting together, only to act like nothing happened. 

“Just talk to each other!” Sam practically shouted one day.

“What?” You looked up at him startled.

“Y’all have been avoiding each other like the plague, just talk. I’m going to lunch,” he grabbed his things and mumbled under his breath the whole way out the door. You and Joaquín just kinda looked at each other for a few moments.

“I’m sorry if I did something wrong,” you were the first to speak, you had been thinking about what could have possibly happened.

“You did nothing wrong, Angel,” Joaquín was quick to assure you. “It’s just, when you took the other potion, I got worried that you only liked me because of it. I know it’s stupid…” you cut him off.

“It’s not stupid, silly maybe,” you rounded the corner of your desk and came to the front of his, sitting yourself on the edge while facing him. “I told you before that I have loved you since before the potion and I will continue to love you even after the potion,” you grabbed his hands.

“Are you sure?” Joaquín looked like he was about to cry, so you pulled him to you, hugging him to your chest.

“I am positive, I love you,” you told him, kissing his head. You felt him tighten his arms around you and you smiled.

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“Did you talk it out?” Sam walked back in an hour later, you were back at your desk but you and Joaquín were watching a movie while eating. You had pulled your laptop out of your bag and placed it on the end of your two desks. “I’m going to assume you did,” Sam said after taking one look at what you and Joaquín were doing.

The three of you fell into silence, the only sounds coming from the movie you were watching. Sam had pulled his chair over to sit with you two to watch the rest of the movie, it was peaceful and what you missed. 

As the movie ended, Sam went back to his desk and you two went back to work. The sound of typing filled the air as you answered emails and the other two did whatever they needed to. As the end of the day came, you three ended up going to a bar.

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“Y/n, what was it like living in the tower during the prime of the Avengers?” Sam asked, he had asked before but you’ve never answered him. 

“Annoying, stressful, Steve and Tony made me want to yank my hair out, but I loved it. Everyone was always visiting and Nat and I would do a lot of girls' nights,” you explained. “Tony broke the air conditioning in the middle of summer so we spent a lot of time in the pool for a few weeks,” you told them, annoyance and love lacing your tone.

“How did he break it?” Joaquín questioned and you laughed remembering the reason.

“He was testing a new suit and lost control of one of his blasters, he hit the central unit and destroyed it. We had to wait for him to get the needed parts before he could fix it,” you remembered him sheepishly telling Natasha, hoping she wouldn’t lash out. She just rolled her eyes and went to the pool, pulling you with her.

“Do you have any more stories?” Joaquín questioned and you nodded.

“When we moved to the compound, it became so much more fun. Thor would always call for Heimdall at the same spot, so Tony would have the gardeners keep carving the shape out. A huge thing was once we moved there, everyone who didn’t have a family moved in. Like Natasha and Steve, they lived in their own apartment until then. But once the compound happened and we started training new Avengers after Sokovia, they moved in,” you told them.

“Sokovia, that was when Wanda and Vision joined, right?” Sam asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, Pietro was supposed to but…” you trailed off, you hated what happened to him. You tried to help him, you used your hold over the universe to try and save him. It didn’t work and even though Wanda knows you tried your best, you always felt like there should have been more for you to do.

“Do you have any more stories?” Sam guided you from the sad feeling but it stuck with you for the moment.

“This one is a little less fun still but when I chose to go with Steve and the others during the Accords, Tony gave me one of his credit cards. He told me that if I ever wanted back and didn’t want to tell the others, to use it and he’d come find me,” you pulled the card out of your wallet. “I still have it, I never had the chance to hand it back. There was a part of me, right after he died, that thought if I used it he’d come get me,” you sighed, putting the card back into the spot it had sat in for years. “Pepper knows I have it, she puts money on it each month. I never use it but just knowing that I still have something of Tony’s is nice,” you admitted.

“You used to flip that card between your fingers when we were in hotel rooms,” Sam said and you nodded.

“At some point, I started to wonder why I became Aetheria. Why I chose that over just wearing the dampeners and living a normal life. I didn’t want to think that, I knew that there was a reason we were running. They wanted to lock us up, but I also missed Tony. He was the closest I had to a brother,” you sighed before downing the rest of your drink. “On a happier note, Steve once accidentally ripped the door off a meeting room once and just gently set it back to make it look normal. Tony was the next one to open it, so when the door came clean off, he spent like a week doing different tests on himself to find out if he gained super strength or something before Steve came clean. You should have seen the look on everyone’s face at Tony’s freak out,” you laughed with the other two. And that’s how you spent the next few hours, talking about your time at the tower with Sam and Joaquín sharing stories about their life before all the superheroing. 

Your life wasn’t glamorous, you didn’t have a nice tower to call home with a room so big you could throw a party. Nor did you have Tony to go to when you wanted a slice of home, but you had Sam and Joaquín. And they slowly started to become your new home, even if they annoy you just as much.

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Pepper had shown up once she got word that Sam was trying to rebuild the Avengers, she offered the compound up. She said no one wanted to buy something so far out of the way, and that she would pay for it to be fixed back to how it was before it blew up. It was in your name now, her wanting to pass it to someone she knew Tony would approve of owning it. Which is how you, Sam, and Joaquín ended up moving from DC to New York. You stood on the lawn of the compound, it looked exactly the same. You got hit with a rush of memories, the good, the bad, the painful. Sam and Joaquín walked in without you, telling them that you wanted a moment alone. 

You walked around the grounds, the groundskeepers still carved out the spot from Thor. You crouched down and ran your hand over it, you thought about going to him in New Asgard. It just never felt right, you and him were never as close as you were with the others. You kept walking around before turning back and walking to the front door, you walked in and sighed. You headed to the labs, it looked the same, just too neat. 

“Angel?” Joaquín’s voice made you jump, he was only a few feet away from you.

“Oh, hi,” you gave him a small wave.

“Are you ok?” Joaquín gently grabbed your hands and you thought about lying.

“I will be,” you told him. “It’s just hard, this place looks exactly the same but it’s too quiet, too clean,” you admitted, looking around.

“It’ll get better,” he told you and you nodded, knowing he was right.

“I know it will,” you affirmed before walking out with Joaquín. 

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It had been days and still no one had gotten back to Sam about the Avengers. You started to feel bad and went through some of Tony’s old designs, it was still FRIDAY in the compound and there were a lot of old paper designs. You had thought that maybe there was a paper or something that could lead you to anyone who would want to join.

“What about Peter Parker?” FRIDAY asked and you looked up at the nearest camera confused.

“Who?” You questioned.

“Peter Parker, Spiderman,” FRIDAY clarified but it still wasn’t ringing any bells. “This boy,” FRIDAY pulled up a picture of a boy with brown hair. Your memory was slowly coming back to you.

“FRI, how come I didn’t remember him?” You were panicked.

“It seems someone erased him from the memory of the public,” FRIDAY explained.

“Then how did you remember?”

“I’m not a person, I am an artificial intelligence, it seems whoever erased him didn’t think to add me to whatever they did.”

“Huh, can you get me his address or anything?” You set back to work, you were going to find Peter. God knows what he was going through.

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“You mean to tell me that Dr. Strange erased the memory of Peter Parker from everyone but seemed to forget to include FRIDAY because she’s an artificial intelligence?” Sam was driving you to Peter’s apartment, you were shoved in the backseat with Joaquín in the front.

“Yeah, it seems that way. Odd that I remembered him after being reminded but you didn’t,” you mused, playing with the loose string on your sleeve.

“You’re powers from the fabric of the universe, it makes sense to me,” Sam assured you and you nodded, Sam pulled up to an apartment and you all got out. 

“It might be better for me to go, last time you two interacted fully was fighting at an airport and he’s never met you,” you looked from Sam to Joaquín, they both nodded and waited by the car while you went in.

“Hello?” Peter was standing at the door, you could tell he recognized you but didn’t say anything. 

“Hello, Peter. Can I come in?” You watched as he nodded and you took a step into his apartment. It broke your heart to see how little personal items he seemed to have.

“Is there something I could help you with?” Peter awkwardly crossed his arms and you smiled at him.

“That spell you had Strange do, it was powerful. Powerful enough to work on me, which is saying something since my powers come from the fabric of the universe. But do you know what it didn’t work on?” You had sat down on his couch, you watched as he slowly realized you knew who he was and remembered him “FRIDAY, she remembered you. We guess it has something to do with her not being human.”

“You remember who I am?” Peter looked excited and you nodded.

“I have a proposition for you, well, Sam Wilson does,” you told him and he excitedly nodded. “I would love to tell you but I think Sam should, are you ok with me inviting him and Joaquín up here?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Peter told you and you pulled your phone out to text them. They were at the door only a few moments later, you watched as the three did quick introductions. 

“Sam, ask him,” you prodded and stood with Joaquín, holding his hand.

“Peter, would you like to be an Avenger?” Sam questioned and you smiled the same time Peter and Joaquín did.

“Yes,” Peter answered right away.

“Y/n, you own the compound. The next question is yours to ask,” Sam looked at you and you looked at Peter.

“Peter, you can say no, but would you like to move into the compound? It’s free and safer than this apartment,” you took a look around and Peter nodded.

“Yeah, it would be nice not having to be alone,” Peter admitted.

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It was just the four of you, but you quickly fell into a routine. You and Peter would spend the time Sam and Joaquín went out practicing their flying in the lab working on whatever before the four of you met in the kitchen for lunch. Once a week, instead of you four separating in the morning, you would all train together. Practicing how your skills and teamwork meshed together, it was a learning curve. None of you could flip around as easily as Peter but once you all figured it out, it was just learning to work as fluidly as possible. 

Any other training, personal or pairs, was up to the discretion of the person. You and Joaquín trained together at least once a week between lunch and dinner, you two had somewhat adopted Peter. Peter begged you two not to think of him as your child in a way, saying that something bad happens to everyone who does and you pointed out that Pepper was fine. And so was Happy, but Peter insisted so you two kept it to yourselves. 

You were alone in the training room, the sun was setting and you had a layer of sweat on you. It was pretty outside and you paused to take a drink and look at the setting sun, you missed Joaquín walking in. But he didn’t miss you standing there, backlit by the sun, looking perfectly disheveled and beautiful. You jumped when you felt Joaquín wrap his arms around you. “You scared me,” you huffed and you felt him laugh.

“I came to see if you were almost done and found you looking like an angel backlit by the sun,” Joaquín told you and your face warmed at his words.

“Joaquín,” you laughed but enjoyed his compliment nonetheless. “And I am done, or at least now I am,” you told him, the adrenaline of the last few hours of training wearing off.

“Good, we can go shower before watching a movie in bed,” Joaquín said and you started to walk off with you in his arms. You barely had time to grab your things before being dragged off.

“We? We are going to shower?”

“You think I’m going to miss the chance to see you naked? Plus, we’re saving water,” he told you and you gently pushed his face away from you while laughing.

“Ok, lover boy, let’s go shower,” you told him, wiggling out of his hold so you could take his hand.

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You were showered and in pjs when a knock on your door sounded, you and Joaquín were almost halfway through the movie at that point. 

“I’m sorry to bother you,” Peter started talking the second you opened the door, Joaquín was standing directly behind you. “But I was wondering if maybe you two wanted to join me for training tomorrow?”

“I would love to,” you answered automatically. 

“Me too, when?” Joaquín added from over your shoulder.

“After lunch, I would have asked tomorrow but I’m afraid I would have lost the confidence to ask by then,” Peter admitted and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“You don’t need to be afraid to ask us, Peter. You’re a part of the team just as much as we are,” you told him and you saw the same boyish spark return to his eyes.

“Ok, have a good night!” He called as he rushed down the hallway. You closed the door and looked at Joaquín, both of you were ready to go to bed.

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Lunch rolled around quickly the next day and Peter finally gained the courage to ask questions.

“How did you and Joaquín end up together?” Peter questioned and you looked at him with a smile.

“I was forced to take a love potion by this lady. The only problem was that I was already in love with Joaquín so all it did was make my emotions stronger and out of my control along with adding this heavy feeling to my limbs. Anyway, while I was under the spell, I ended up confessing that I was in love with Joaquín and had been long before the spell. We started dating and we have been since,” you told Peter before quickly adding “I got the antidote and it’s no longer in my system. I’m all normal again.”

“Wow, did you ever find out why?” 

“She wanted to be a villain but she got bored and let us have the antidote before returning everything she had.”

“How did you meet?”

“Through Sam, he and Bucky had broken Zemo out and to help with The Flag Smashers. However, they had someone who had magic and needed the extra help. So they called me, afterwards Sam introduced me and Joaquín,” you smiled at the aforementioned man as he and Sam stopped having their own conversation to listen to yours.

“When did you know you loved y/n?” Peter questioned Joaquín.

“When we met, I remember her smiling and joking and thinking ‘this is the person I want to marry’. The rest is history,” Joaquín admitted and you smiled over at him.

“I knew I loved him when he was quick to laugh at my jokes, even if they weren’t the best. Or when he was so willing to hold my hair while I puked even though he had only known me for a week at that point,” you told Peter who was enthusiastically nodding at the two of you.

That’s how you spent the rest of lunch, the four of you sharing stories. When it was finished, you four went to the gym to train together. 

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It was comfortable at the compound, you found yourself happy to be there. It was different, you no longer walked in and by the lab to loud rock playing. Natasha and you no longer spent time gossiping about what you heard around the compound. You and Wanda no longer cooked together in the kitchen while Vision watched from afar. 

But, you and Peter made some of Tony’s old designs come to life while listening to rock that Peter always got the name wrong. You and Joaquín cooked in the kitchen his family recipes and any you two found you wanted to try. You and Sam would talk about his sister, Bucky, how close Peter was to finally reintroducing himself to MJ. You found yourself doing those things you missed with those around you, and while you missed how life was before. You loved how it was now, you loved spending time with the others. And when more people come, you will love how they fit into the dynamic too.

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You were wrong, Sam found a girl who could grow and manipulate plants. Her name was Briar Rowan, and she liked Joaquín. You brushed it off at first, she seemed to just be touchy. She would hang off you and Sam just as much as Joaquín, until she started to flirt with him. 

Joaquín would shut it down, he was oblivious, he knew she liked him. But she never seemed to get the hint, you couldn’t tell if she knew about you two or she was blind. She didn’t live at the compound, at least not yet, so you wanted to assume she didn’t know.

But, when she made direct eye contact with you while she asked Joaquín if he would sleep with her only to laugh it off as a joke. You knew, you knew that she knew and you were going to make her pay. 

“Y/n, as the team leader I have to advise against this,” Sam told you after your late night conversation. “But as your friend, make her pay,” Sam gave his support and you nodded.

Your plan was simple, you were going to first have Joaquín leave marks. Then you weren’t going to cover them before casually telling Briar that Joaquín gave you the best dick down of your life. However, it seemed Joaquín had a different plan. 

Joaquín had invited everyone out to the amusement park, saying that his family was going to be there and he wanted everyone to meet them. So you all made it an outing, whenever Briar tried to get close to Joaquín, he would shift out of the way. 

“Querida!” Joaquín’s mom opened her arms out to you and gave you the biggest hug.

“Hi!” You laughed as she pulled Joaquín into the hug too.

“Oh, you’re even prettier than Qunio said you were,” she gave you a once over before releasing her hold on you and introducing you to the rest of the family. You could tell none of them liked Briar by the way they kept putting themselves between her and Joaquín but would let anyone else be by him.

You all spent your day in the amusement park before going to the botanical gardens later that night. You had been separated from Joaquín at some point and it was just you, Briar, and one of Joaquín’s cousins, Maya. She led you down a path and roughly pulled Briar out of the way when you walked through an archway. At the end of the path was Joaquín, it took you a moment before you realized what was happening.

“Yes,” you told him before he even got to talk, everyone laughed.

“Y/n l/n, I have loved you and known I’ve wanted to marry you since we’ve met. I know the start of our relationship was unconventional, but there is no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Joaquín ended up crying by the end of his short speech and you did the same.

“I already said yes,” you joked and he let out a laugh before slipping the ring on your finger and rising from his kneeling position to kiss you. 

Somewhere in the speech, Briar had told Sam that while she appreciates the offer, she couldn’t be an Avenger. Sam wished her well, even though he didn’t mean it, and celebrated your engagement with everyone else. 

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“Sorry we kinda drove Briar away,” you told Sam on the ride back, Briar had gotten an uber. And the four of you, Joaquín, Peter, Sam, and you, were all in Sam’s car headed back to the compound. Peter was curled up in the back sleeping next to you, Joaquín was in the passenger seat drifting in and out of consciousness. 

“It’s fine, I don’t think we would have meshed well with her anyway,” Sam said.

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You woke up a few days later, you had gotten into the habit of wearing your ring to bed. Since you did, you frequently woke up to Joaquín holding your left hand and placing small kisses to your hand.

“Are you going to wake me up everyday this way?” It was a teasing question, you really didn’t mind that he did.

“Can you blame me? My fiancee’s wearing the ring I bought her, why wouldn’t I?” Joaquín teased back. There was something so domestic about it, you two together in your bed enjoying waking up together. 

“Don’t you have your morning fly training with Sam?” You scooted closer to Joaquín.

“I do,” he told you, ducking his head to kiss you.

“Then you should go,” you kissed him back, you knew where this was going even if he didn’t.

“I should,” he told you but he just kissed you again.

“Are you leaving?” You smiled into his kiss as he hummed in agreement. He started to sit up, your lips still connected causing you to sit up with him.

“I am,” he told you, reluctantly pulling away from you. You watched with a knowing smile as he slowly started to get dressed, pausing as he was about to pull his shirt on. “Pass me my phone,” Joaquín held his hand out and you gave it to him with a laugh.

“Are you telling Sam that you’re not going today?” You watched as he typed a message out before throwing it back on the nightstand.

“He will be fine without me this morning,” Joaquín told you before getting abc in bed with you.

“Miss y/n, should I tell mister Parker that you’re not going to be in the lab this morning?” FRIDAY asked.

“Yes, please,” you told her, watching as Joaquín moved to hover over you.

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You were just laying in bed with Joaquín, lunch would be in about an hour. You had an hour to get up and get presentable before lunch.

“I’m going to shower,” you told Joaquín.

“We are going to shower,” he corrected and you laughed, you knew that was coming. He would never give up the chance to shower with you, whether it was innocent or not.

“Then let’s go shower,” you could feel the sweat start to dry and you felt a little icky because of it.

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“You skipped training this morning because you were horny?” Sam questioned Joaquín, you all were waiting for Peter to get there. 

“Would you rather he showed up not being able to focus with a boner?” You asked and Sam made a disgusted face.

“Nope, actually, it’s fine,” Sam backtracked and you laughed even harder. Peter walked in a moment later and you made a gesture so he didn’t ask. You did not want to explain what you and Joaquín did this morning to Peter.

“After lunch, can I show you what I was working on?” Peter asked you and you nodded, he was always doing something. He reminded you of Tony in that way, except he remembered to eat at a timely manner.

“Ok, we are all here, let’s eat,” Sam passed out the plates and all the food as Peter sat down.

You all ate lunch together since you all moved in, it was a simple way for everyone to stay in the know. A way to keep everyone together and friendly, you pushed for it. Not wanting to lose this family to an argument like you did last time.

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You were walking the grounds, the sun was set but you knew you were safe. You wanted to see the grounds, there was a memorial at the spot where Tony died. You sat down in front of it, you did a bit. You haven’t started talking to it like he was there yet, you just wanted to be there. It made you feel like you were closer to him, like he was there for you. 

“I feel silly, I made the decision earlier that I would tell you about my day, but…” you trailed off. “But a lot has happened, I met Joaquín Torres. We’re engaged, and everyone forgot Peter. You’d hate that, no one knows the boy you made time travel for,” you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. “Sam’s Captain America, he’s a good one too. Bucky’s a congressman, can you believe it? Congressman James Buchanan Barnes,” you looked up at the sky as you felt the urge to cry take hold. “I know you can’t answer me and you probably aren’t listening, we both know how much I believe in ghosts, but I miss you. I still have that card you sent me, the one you gave me to use if I ever wanted out. I used it once, I lied to Sam and Joaquín about that, I said I only ever thought about it. But I did, I bought just a drink, no more than 3 dollars. But I thought that maybe, just maybe, that would be the thing to bring you back. That you would just show up and you’d be back and Morgan would have her father,” you sighed, there was something so freeing about just admitting things. 

You stopped talking for a while, long enough for the start of rain to happen. You didn’t move yet, you didn’t want to move. You knew you had to though, that if you got caught in the rain then you would get sick. “Bye, Tony,” you muttered and got up. You swore you could hear Tony’s voice telling you bye, but you thought nothing of it. You started walking back towards the compound and you heard Joaquín yelling your name.

“Angel, it’s raining, are you ok?” Joaquín grabbed your upper arms as he talked to you.

“Yeah, just got distracted,” you told him, it wasn’t fully a lie. You did get distracted by just talking and sitting there.

“Let’s get inside before you get sick,” Joaquín led you inside and you didn’t argue.

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You were back at the memorial, Joaquín was with you this time. You told Joaquín about how you started to talk to the air, like you were there with him. You felt silly but Joaquín told you that you could never be silly about this. You never gave yourself time to grieve, you were grieving now and he was there for you however and whenever you needed him.

“Hey, I don’t want to bother you, but we have a possible mission,” Sam walked up to the two of you. You nodded and stood, Joaquín following suit. As you walked, you felt the odd feeling that Tony was there.

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“Last time we were in a warehouse like this, I was kidnapped and given a love potion,” you mused as you and Peter walked in. Sam and Joaquín were flying to the roof to go in through the roof entrance, you were supposed to trap the offenders on the second floor.

“Let’s not get kidnapped this time,” Sam said through the comms and you laughed gently.

“I make no promises,” you sing-songed and you could hear Joaquín’s laugh.

“I won’t let her get kidnapped,” Peter said and you laughed even harder. 

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“And see, I did not get kidnapped,” you held your arms out in the same fashion Joaquín does when he’s presenting his outfit. 

“You and Joaquín do that exact same thing,” Sam pushed your shoulder and you laughed.

“That’s kinda the point, Sam,” you told him, following him out and meeting up with Peter and Joaquín. Both of which were getting checked out by a paramedic after the fight, they had gotten pretty badly beaten up. “How are you feeling, love?” You ran your fingers through his hair, he had some dirt and debris from the ground in his hair. You pulled it out gently as he smiled at you.

“I’m fine, my head kinda hurts. But I’m ok,” he told you and you placed a small kiss on his forehead. 

“How are you, Peter?” You turned to face the younger boy, he shrugged and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing that won’t heal with some food,” he told you and you nodded, there wasn’t much you could do for him. You knew that he had a crazy healing factor that would heal him when he ate, it was all to do with his metabolism.

“Ok, they are free to go when you guys leave,” one of the paramedics told you and you nodded in affirmative. You were just waiting for Sam to be done talking to whoever he was talking to.

“Let’s go,” Sam walked up to you all. 

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It had been months, you and Joaquín had yet to finalize your wedding details but you all got suddenly flooded with missions. It was hard to plan when one or both of you were in possible life threatening situations, so you were stuck. You had thought about just going to the courthouse and getting married, just so you can get that over with. Then you could worry about having a ceremony after the whole thing. The only problem with it was that you knew Joaquín wanted to have a nice wedding and you didn’t know if he would be open to the idea. 

“Angel, what are you thinking about?” Joaquín looked up from the book he was reading, you had read it a few days ago and he liked to read the same books so you could talk about them.

“Huh?” You were staring out the window, your book long forgotten in your lap. “Oh, it’s nothing,” you told him, shaking your head gently.

“Are you sure?” Joaquín knew you were lying but you also didn’t care enough to keep lying.

“Yeah, it’s just,” you paused for a moment. “What do you think about getting married at the courthouse and then having a wedding?” You barely made eye contact with him.

“Is that what you want?” 

“Kinda, I mean, I really want to be your wife. I want a wedding, I want your family there to see us get married, but I just really can’t wait to call you my husband,” you admitted, in your attempt to avoid eye contact you missed the smile growing in his face.

“I can’t wait to call you my wife, if you want to, we can go down to the courthouse and get married. We can have Peter and Sam as our witnesses and when we have the time, we will throw a wedding and get married in front of our family,” Joaquín told you and you smiled at him.

“Our family?” You tilted your head at him.

“My family is your family, even before marriage,” Joaquín said and you just happily nodded and smiled before going back to your book.

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“You may kiss your bride,” the judge told you. You and Joaquín got married at the courthouse only a few days after you talked about it. You all went to lunch and right after, you ended up getting called for a mission. Well not you, Joaquín and Sam did.

“I’m sorry, angel,” Joaquín apologized while he packed his bag.

“It’s not your fault,” you told him, spinning your wedding ring on your finger.

“I know, but I’m still sorry that you’ll be alone,” Joaquín paused his packing to wrap you in his arms.

“I won’t be alone, Peter will be here. Plus, I’m going to take him to see Pepper and Morgan later this week, so I’ll even have them,” you tried to ease his nerves and you could tell it worked by the way he relaxed. “You’ve gotta go, love.”

“I know,” he slowly pulled away before throwing the last of his things into his bag. You walked with him out the bathroom and to the jet. Him and Sam were using the jet to get there before their wings.

“Be safe you two!” You called to them as the jet door closed. You spun to face Peter with a smile. 

“You have something planned,” Peter said and you nodded at him.

“I do, do you like roller coasters?” 

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You and Peter were at Coney Island, you were going to take everyone but since the mission took Joaquín and Sam, it was just you and Peter. It’s not like you weren’t going to have fun either way, you were just missing half your family.

“I probably know the answer, but are you scared of heights?” You looked over at Peter, you two had been playing the carnival games and losing. You both chalked it up to being rigged, it was definitely not because you two were messing around and not putting your all into it.

“I am not afraid of heights,” Peter affirmed and you happily clapped once.

“Great, we’re going on that,” you pointed to one of the taller roller coasters before dragging Peter along with you. 

“That was disappointing,” Peter said as you got off the coaster.

“Yeah, it was,” you agreed, it was slower than it looked. You thought it was going to have fun, and while it was, there was a let down.

“We can try another,” Peter offered and you nodded.

“Let’s do that, I want to ride at least one good roller coaster before we leave,” you told him your goal and he agreed with you. 

The two of you rode every ride, having fun on a lot of them. You even went back to some of those games and won little prizes. Your favorite being the Falcon and Captain America plushes of Joaquín and Sam, you put them in the kitchen. It made you laugh, the way that they were just slightly lopsided and a little wonky looking. Peter laughed at them too, it was funny to you two. It’s why you two kept them in the kitchen, to laugh and look at when you miss the others.

“How long until they realize that they are here?” Peter questioned looking at the plushes tucked safely on the countertop.

“Probably a few days,” you mused, stirring the pot of pasta.

“Days? I give them hours,” Peter said, and you scrunched your eyebrows at him while you shook your head.

“They are not that observant, maybe out in the field but not here,” you countered.

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“Peter!” Morgan ran up to the aforementioned boy. She didn’t remember the stories Tony had told her but over the past few months with monthly visits, she had grown close to him. You hugged Pepper who led you inside and to the kitchen. A mug of tea was given to you and you smiled gratefully at her.

“How’s the compound?” Pepper asked and you shrugged.

“I mean, it’s odd. I started talking to the memorial like Tony’s listening, it’s crazy I know,” you admitted.

“It’s not crazy, I talk to some of Tony’s old helmets. Makes me feel better about him not being here,” Pepper comforted you. You and Pepper talked for a while while Morgan and Peter did whatever they were doing. It was nice being there, you just wished Joaquín was there so you could formally introduce him as your husband.

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You were right, it took days for the boys to notice the plushies. After the first 24 hours, Peter relented and told you that you were right. It was now just a waiting game until they noticed, each meal, late night snack, any time in the kitchen that held the four of you was filled with stifled laughter from you and Peter. The other two noticed that, they tried asking what was up once but you two broke into more laughter.

“Is this a stuffed animal of me and Joaquín?” Sam was getting more food, you and Peter hadn’t moved them even when the pot of food was right by it. You two wanted it to happen naturally and when it did, you two broke. Tears were running down both of your faces and you gripped your sides as they cramped as you laughed. “Is this what you two have been laughing about since we got back?”

“Yes!” You wheezed out and you could feel Joaquín gently grab your arms to help you sit up straight. You leaned on him for support as your laughter died down, you slowly gained your composure and Peter lagged a few steps behind you.

“Where did you get these?” Sam was holding both of them.

“Coney Island, some random game booth had them as prizes,” you said as Peter finally gained his composure. 

“When did you go to Coney Island?” Joaquín asked.

“The night you two left,” you told him. “I was going to get all of us to go, but you two were called out,” you reached out to grab the small Joaquín. 

“I won the Sam!” Peter announced and you nodded.

“I got Joaquín,” you held up the plush as you spoke, showcasing it like a trophy.

“What game did you sink your money into?” Sam grabbed his plate and sat back down.

“Peter won that game where you try to pop the balloon with the water gun,” you said. “I tried to do the ring toss game but failed,” you cringed.

“Then how did you get plush then?” Sam questioned.

“I bought it, well, the guy just eventually gave it to me since I had already spent 10 dollars to try and win,” you said while hugging the plush to your chest.

“He just gave it to you?” Sam asked while you held the plush out to Joaquín who wanted to see it.

“She almost cried and made him uncomfortable, that’s why,” Peter told them and you whipped your head to look at him.

“Peter,” you hissed. “You said you would keep that a secret!”

“Sorry! I forgot!” Peter defended himself.

“You cried?” Joaquín sounded concerned.

“No, I almost cried, there is a difference,” you pouted as Peter took your empty plate to the sink for you.

“Yes, there is a huge difference,” Sam mocked and you stood at him with an accusatory finger pointed at him. Joaquín pulled you away from the table and you instantly relaxed. The banter continued as you four put up the rest of dinner before going your separate ways.

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You stood behind the doors, you knew you were already married but this truly felt like the last time you would be just you. You felt empty, you wanted Tony to be walking you down.

“I wish you were here, Tony,” you mumbled to yourself.

“I’m here kid,” you spun in fear as you heard Tony’s voice.

“Am I dreaming? Oh god, did I fall asleep waiting? Or am I hallucinating again?” You panicked but stopped when you felt Tony’s hand land on your shoulder. “Oh god, I’m dead,” you said.

“You aren’t dead,” Tony laughed.

“Then what is this?”

“You haven’t noticed?” Tony raised an eyebrow and you shook your head. “You pull your powers from the fabric of the universe, do you seriously think you can’t wish to see someone?”

“Wait, you’re telling me that I did this? Are you back?”

“I’m not back, just visiting,” he told you. “What do you need me for?”

“I want you to walk me down the aisle,” you told him.

“I can’t do that, I want to, but I can’t,” Tony apologized.

“Why not?” You almost started crying.

“Because this time is limited and we don’t have that long,” Tony informed you and you saw him start to go transparent.

“But I don’t think I can do this without you,” you admitted and before he could answer Pepper and Morgan came to tell you how long you had.

“Tony?” Pepper was the first to speak.

“He’s visiting,” you told her. “I can apparently do that,” you gently laughed. Pepper smiled and you watched as Tony, Pepper, and Morgan reunited for a moment. You smiled so wide seeing them so close, it was heartwarming. 

“We will see you out there,” Pepper told you.

“Wait, you don’t want to see him off?”

“No, I got to say goodbye once and you just gave me the only thing I thought I’d never have,” Pepper told you. “Plus, it’s your big day, say goodbye and come marry your husband in front of everyone,” Pepper gave you a hug before taking Morgan out by the hand.

“I don’t want you to go,” you cried, your tears never leaving your eyes.

“I have to but I will be with you every step down that aisle,” Tony smiled at you. “You’ve got a good husband, go marry him and enjoy your day,” Tony gave you a hug before he disappeared, leaving you alone. You composed yourself and faced the doors again, the music started and you walked through the opening door. 

You made eye contact with Joaquín as you walked, smiling as you saw the tears in his eyes. You could feel Tony walking with you, even if you could see or hear him, you knew he was there. You made it to the end and the rest of the ceremony was a blur, you could only focus on Joaquín.

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The reception was filled with love and fun, you realized that you didn’t need to focus on the past as much as you normally did. You had everything you needed already, even if it hurt, it was the past for a reason. Yet, you caught Tony out of the corner of your eye but when you looked over, he was gone. You smiled, knowing he was happy for you. 

“Congrats, y/n,” Sam hugged you and you smiled widely at him when you looked back in front of you.

“Thank you,” you told him sincerely before he left you and Joaquín.

“Well, how do you feel, Mrs. Torres?”

“Amazing, Mr. Torres. I mean, we have been married for a while but,” you trailed off and he laughed.

“Yeah, but now it feels officially official,” he smiled.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You absentmindedly agreed, already thinking about how you were going to jump his bones the second you two made it to the hotel room. Your honeymoon was going to consist of you two spending more time in bed then anything, you could tell.

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[skyrigel]

Victory indeed || A.B

Pairing: Anthony bridgerton x wife!reader

Plot : You are on your way to steal the mallet of death but Anthony gets there first, change in plans— romancing lord Viscount.

Warning: NSFW content ahead!

Rigel's note🪩 : This is inspired from happily ever after, there's quite blood shed for mallet of death. Yeah Colin is love <3

The last bits of doubt left as you shifted Anthony's arm off your waist, slowly pushing your body down and further till you were out from his grip, he almost looked innocent, sleeping and bed soft, his mouth curled in a dream like smile but you knew better than that. last time Anthony, like lord Viscount he was, stole the pallet from your wardrobe.

And the year prior, Daphne showed her Bridgerton colors, involving the Duke himself in her malice plans.

You couldn't help but smile, thinking your bridgerton were showing up too, the floor was frozen underneath your step but you thought about the victory tommorow, the look on Anthony's face would be priceless, wrapping your cloak around yourself and closing the door soundlessly as you ventured out in the corridor, the moon was high and the air was chill. If inside the Aubrey hall was cold then you weren't up for the chill outside, a shiver ran down your spine as you stepped out in the moonlight, taking the back route, just in case. The shed stood there in the bleak light. You fiddled for keys and it didn't make sense when the wooden door was unlocked, maybe Johnny forgot to lock it, anyway, all more easy. The door creaked in the silence and you couldn't care less, there was nothing between you and your victory black mallet and—

Your breath was knocked out of you as if your lungs were punctured, a gasp of white mist left your mouth at the sight of your husband, leaning idly against the wall.

" I... Anthony?! " You blinked and unblinked and he was still there, smiling.

" What are you doing here wifey ? " He cooed and it didn't help the terror that seized you.

" You knew ! " You hoped it wasn't as shaking like it felt in your throat, Anthony ran a hand through his hair and it all made sense, damn his dreamlike smile, damn you lord Viscount.

" You wound me baby, do you want me to tie you until the game tommorow, tell me, would you like that ? " He smiled all the while, faking a frown as he narrowed his eyes to your silhouette in dark.

" So you would guard the mallet all night ? " You wouldn't let Anthony win this time, it was coming on your pride now, also the love making that followed where he called you all those petty names. The last he called you runner up. No, you would win this time.

" Or I could tie you up, I like that better." Anthony suggested smugly, propping on top of the desk and flashing an erotic display of thigh, change of plans.

" My lord..." You whsipered, all seduction placed in one basket and all smugness was dropped when Anthony's lips parted.

" Do.not." he shuddered but you hit the nerve, moving slowly in your shaking steps, cloak dangling behind you.

" Anthony, these games are absurd. " You stiffled the laugh that burnt your chest, heart heaving and thudding inside your ribs.

It almost didn't work the last time you caught him stealing the mallet, Mrs.Wilson came at a very wrong time.

" It's not working." He assured, to himself mostly but his hand reached for your body all the same, betraying every word he said as he pulled you closer, face mere inches away.

He wrapped his big arms around your waist and cocked your head sideways.

" What about..." You paused, bumping your nose to his cheeks as he sniffed the moon shadow out of you, his lips tried to claim yours but you liked playing games. The ones you could win.

" About what ? " He asked breathless, his long slender fingers undoing the knot in frantic rushed movements. It was no use.

" I was thinking about...we don't have a daughter." You hoped nothing was drowned in the moan that left when Anthony bit at the junction of your neck and shoulder, he looked up with a glint, it was the most sincere set of eyes you had ever seen, also the lustiest.

Anthony could do both, have you screaming his name and worship you all the same.

" Take the mallet...take everything baby. " He kissed you, hard and crashing, like he couldn't get enough, you couldn't get enough and it became too restless for games and victory. Your body oozed with goosebumps and every single thought evaporated like mist and memories.

Anthony dropped the knot and pulled the cloak up from your head and you easily gave in, throwing your hands up as the satin fabric fell on the floor. Anthony hummed in desire.

You felt the cold air circling your body but as soon as Anthony's mouth kissed the exposed skin of you breast, it was gone, nothing mattered than him and his filthy demanding mouth.

" How beautiful you would look with our baby in your belly." He whispered against your skin and you shivered at the sensation.

His palm gripped your hips and lifted you on the desk, turning the dynamics and you cursed under your breath when his unholy fingers pinched your nipple, hard and raw.

" You like that ? " He breathed, undoing buttons of your nightdress like he was made for it, he was merciless sometimes, taking pleasure when you screamed his name and teasing you later, " so needy for me baby ? "

" An.. Anthony." You hoped he heard the plea, his thumb made circles in your inner thigh but never touching where you wanted him the most, " baby.." you buried your face in the crook of his neck and even so, you could hear the smile that crossed him, cocky and devilish.

" Say it wifey, say it nicely with your sweet mouth." He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back to face him, eyes locked as his head leaned down, his darted his tongue, pink and wet, the wonders he could did with that, he licked your one nipple while the other was tucked between his two fingers, pressing them together and you screamed, almost embarrassed but Anthony liked that, he always did.

" What's the word ? " He looked up smugly, pressing the tip of his nose to your nip, a smile quirking up. Fuck you Anthony!

Your brain short circuited as he tickled more and more and it became too much to bear.

" Plea... please baby, please, please —" he heard the plea and his mouth opened, taking in your soft flesh and humming in delight, kneading the other so it didn't miss his attention. He wasn't biased when it came to your body, giving everything his full attention and torment. You threw your head back at the sensation that vibratated in your body.

You grabbed his hand that glided on your bare thigh to guide him to touch you where you needed him the most, his teeth nibbed, not harder but enough to make your eyes watery as he slapped your hand away.

" You get the mallet, I get what I want, win win Viscountess." He kissed your cheek open mouthed and his desire was pressing hard against you.

" Fuck me." You said, flushed and dazed and Anthony eye's widened before he was back to play all lord and smug.

" You always order me so." He bit his lower lip but you had enough, fuck pall mall, fuck Anthony bridgerton, yes fuck him. Now.

" Fuck me Anthony! " You almost cried, Anthony leaned further, his forehead touching yours as he whispered,

" I wouldn't be able to sto—" don't stop, then.

You kissed him hard and soft, like fireworks wrecking your brain and you tongue traced his lower lip, intoxication wasted you.

He moaned and a strangled noise that you trapped in your mouth escaped, right from his throat.

His length was pressed against your thigh and it was warm and vibrating. You swallowed like a Virgin damsel.

Anthony looked at you, not breaking the fire that was blazing between your souls as he pulled it out his erection and there, angry red tip, sticky with pre cum was buzzing to be touched and loved and he looked up in delight when your eyes widened, all of the times, it didn't matter, it baffled you just the same.

You touched the tip and he shivered at the contact, his cock gave a twist and lurked fir more.

" Do you see ? " He was panting, shaking with his words as if he would fall if he didn't hold his breath, " see it ?! How much I burn for you, how much I want you ? " He shaked his head and touched his tip to your belly, soft and burning.

" No." He laughed humourlessly, his hand pushing your body to lie down on your back and you followed, taking a huge breath as Anthony grabbed your dangling ankle in a yank, bringing it around his neck.

He then kissed your knuckles softly, whsipering sweet nothings tenderly in your bones.

" I would give you anything my sweet love, you just have to ask...mallet ? I would give you my soul if you had asked. Anything for my baby love " He said, you felt your body tremor as he teased his tip at your insides, Anthony inhaled sharply as he entered you, warm and slick as oil. he entwined your fingers together.

" So good...so good for me baby." He moaned as he soft thrusted once, twice and until you were numb for anything, his words were halo in the dark, beaming silvery glow and then came one hard push and you arched your back as the pain waved in pleasure.

" Anthony..." You moaned, " oh god ! " Your words mingled in blasphemy and Anthony smiled in victory, pushing harder and harder as your hips rocked and roll.

" Say my name...say it." He demanded, your nails gripping at his shoulder so hard that it would scar, he liked it.

" Anthony...oh lord... Anthony." You screamed and chanted and you believed he heard the worship, the fate you had in him, and it didn't matter if anyone listened, let them, you thought, Anthony was a force to be reckoned with, a storm you never minded to be wrecked in. A beak of sweat glided from his forehead and dropped on your belly.

He was still pushing in a angle that had you seeing stars and cosmic love, he bend down, licking it, tongue gliding across your skin, and sniffing, taking in everything your offered.

He wanted all of you.

" I will fill you up with our baby, next time don't go hunting for mallet in midnight...it's so cold Darling, i would have to tie you up," He kissed your stomach bump, " and would carry you around everywhere." He said in dreamily haze that soon took over your lids.

The only sounds were erotic slapping of skin against skin and shuddering breaths, and he fastened his movements as a war cry took him over like a devil.

You head was thrown back as everything collapsed and grew again, bit by bit. Your eyelids drooped and a muffled cry came from you and then it was Anthony as he came in warm fizzy juice. Your felt the knot inside you uncoil and something loose inside you, uncorked as your juices mingled like your souls.

He pushed one more time, he always did that and then he collapsed next to you, satisfied, kissing your already bruised neck sweetly.

" Wouldn't you like that mama ? " He chorused and you laughed like a drunk, you would, a daughter with Anthony's eyes and smile, you smiled at the thought.

" Let's clean you up and take you to bed my lady." Anthony picked you, kissing you again as you giggled, he then grabbed the cloak and covered your body against the cold, you were dazed but not quite forgotten, you eyes searched for the war prize. Your mouth fell open, second time in a very same night.

" Where's the mallet ? " You narrowed your eyes at the stock of pink and blue and yellow but the black wasn't there, perhaps a trick of light.

Anthony followed your eyes and went closer, your arms wrapped around his shoulder and there, beneath the shadows was a parchment, rich and fresh.

Anthony picked it up with one hand, the other keeping you steady in his arms.

You saw the lanky words that belonged to none other than Mr. Bridgerton.

" Damn you Colin! " You growled as the mockful apology was scribbled for stealing the black mallet.

Anthony perched his lips at the heist but smiled when your whining eyes met his.

" I am going to whoop his ass and get you the mallet baby." He said, and you knew he will.

Victory indeed.

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Uhm Benedict bridgerton next ? Send in request ladies <3

[fireflycantsleep]

Druk! Ghost x Fem! Reader

Fem! Reader

Who is Ghost's close friend.... Literally, you are friends with benefits, a bit of a complicated relationship, which started when you both crossed the military service, You were discharged in the early years, but you kept in touch, you saw each other at least once a month.

Drunk! Ghost

Arriving from a three month deployment completely shaken and drunk from the victory celebration, he stumbled over his own boots as he opened the door to your home with the spare keys he had with him

He staggered out of his boots in the doorway and dropped his tactical gear with a thud to the floor when he heard your sweet voice in the mist of his head. He didn't think much of it, as you approached him with a look of confusion and surprise on your face, he dropped some of his weight on you, his face buried in the junction of your shoulder and neck and his hands wrapped around your body with a sense of belonging.

— I'm home love.

Ghost mumbled the familiar nickname as if he never told you it was just a physical thing

— Now you call me love? You're drunk.

You reply softly, guiding him to your room to let him get some rest

Drunk! Ghost

asks you to help him remove his clothes, your hands work as his hands keep pawing your belly, your breasts and your face, his ungloved hands still feel too rough, leaving a trail of reddish skin in their wake.

When he's completely naked he gently guides you to sit on his lap and bounce on his erection , the thin fabric of your pyjamas doing little to distance you, he smiles at you, you know he's teasing you, but don't protest when he settles you firmly on his tip and drives you through with just one hard thrust.

When you reach your first orgasm, euphoria makes you scream his first name, Simon

Drunk! Ghost

Too drunk to think clearly he doesn't process that it's his own name you scream for extaiss, hearing another's name escape your lips made him explode in jealousy, uncontrollably he rammed you mercilessly, biting your cheeks and bottom lip hard.

— My. name. love.

He growls with the veins in his neck scarred with rage, his fingers buried in the flesh of your hips, his words punctuated with each firm thrust that brings you to tears, on a different level of pleasure

— Moan. MY. fucking. name.

He doesn't stop until you moan his nickname "Ghost" so loudly you're speechless, until he bites you full and his cum is too deep inside you.

— Only my name should leave your lips, my little dove

You don't protest, receiving a deep kiss as a reward, your body aches, but Ghost's weight on you as he falls asleep makes you think it's not so bad, maybe you'll get him drunk more often.

[weskie]

Sweet Dreams (Albert Wesker x afab!Reader)

18+ | somno, oral sex, penetrative sex, come eating, light angst, soft wesker, amab!reader version here | Fic Directory

This was hardly an uncommon occurrence anymore.  You’d given him permission long ago, but it always came as a surprise regardless.  Perhaps it was just… out of character.  Wesker’s so damn dignified all the time.  

The first time it happened, you woke to his greedy little slurps between your legs, his tongue all but desperately fucking in and out of your pussy until he slipped two fingers inside to coax your nectar free to sate his appetite.  He’d let out an amused, victorious hum when your thighs clamped around his head and you mewled the bliss of your release.  Wesker took you hard and fast that night, over and over until his eyelids grew heavy and he’d exhausted his inhuman stamina.

You’d talked about it the next day, of course.  You both enjoyed yourselves, so why not?  Turns out, this was the best thing to ever happen to your sex life.  Quality time with Albert was sparse, but time for ‘primitive pleasures,’ as he calls them, were even more so.  He’d often come to bed well after you’d fallen asleep, sometimes even leaving before you had the chance to wake in the morning.  Such was life.

Now, though?  Now he comes home and knows he can have his way with you.  He can wake up in the middle of the night and be as mischievous as he could possibly want.  Or as desperate.

“Nngh–”

Like tonight.

“H-Hah…”

His breaths fan hot against your neck and each pitiful noise is sung into your ear.  He thrusts slowly, each languid stroke just shallow enough to be kind.  He must be trying to let you stay asleep.  You smirk, weighing your options.  You could bring your legs up and around his waist, tug him closer, signal that it was okay to speed up and take what he needs.  Or… you could enjoy the show.  After all, you’ve never caught him like this.

He’s a sensual lover in every sense of the word, but you’ve never heard him be so vocal before.

“Mm, god…”  He mewls, tongue laving at your flesh as he grinds warm and wet in your aching core.  He locks his lips at the junction of your shoulder and suckles, teeth nibbling sweetly.  It sends shivers down your spine and you have to fight the urge to arch into it.  “F-Feels so, mmph…”  His speed increases bit by bit as his self control falters.  Fuck, you can practically see him even with your eyes shut.  Right about now, his eyes are probably glowing redder than ever.  Those cat-like pupils are probably blown wide.  He’s probably got his teeth bared and his nose scrunched the way he does when he’s holding back.

“M-Mine,” he whispers.  Grinding turns to sloppy ruts and fuck, you can’t take it anymore.

You open your eyes and find him exactly as you’d pictured him, but there’s something… different.  Something strange.  You thumb it away, thinking it to be a sweat drop, but another follows the same path and you realize he’s–

“Al..?”

“Mine.  Mine…” He gasps, face falling to your neck once more.  You bring your hand to his nape and curl your fingers there.  His thrusts grow messier by the second, but your pleasure had all but been eradicated the second you realized those were tears on his cheeks.  “You’re– you’re real.  Real,” Wesker pants weakly, “and mine!”

Your legs come up around him, guiding his motions, and you rake your fingers through his mussed hair.  “Shh, sweetheart.” You coo.  You’ve heard this song and dance before.  It’s been quite some time since he learned of his manufactured life, but there were still cracks in his seemingly impenetrable walls.  He fell apart back then.  Swore up and down after that it’d never happen again.  But sometimes…  “I’ve got you.”  Sometimes reality is harsher than even the strongest resolve.

He clings to you, arms wrapped around your midsection as he drives in hard and fast.  Squelches and wet slaps ring out in tandem with his whines, and then the telltale circular grinding starts and–

“Oh god!”

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you keen at the sharp sting.  His whole body locks like a board against yours, muscles flexed and breath held tight until its staleness overpowers him into a loud exhale and desperate, shuddering gulps of air.  You pepper kisses against the side of his head as best you can. His hands grasp your thighs.

Wesker pushes against you slowly, milking the last ebb and flow of bliss from his climax.  He falls limp against you and, after some time, you’re almost convinced he’s fallen asleep, but then he lifts himself just enough to press lazy wet kisses to your lips.  He suckles your lower lip sweetly, giving it the softest nip before letting off and moving down, littering more affections to every inch.  Neck, collarbones, chest, navel– the only complaint you’ve got is that he had to slip out to keep going, but you figure the trade off was perfectly fine when those lips wrap around your clit and–

“Al!”  You gasp, incisor sinking into your lower lip, hands coming down to thread in his silky locks, petting and pulling.  “You– you don’t have to– mmph!”  Your head falls back and you see stars.  Fuck, he’d gotten you all stirred up before and he’s got you back there in mere moments.  Each drag of his tongue erupts your flesh in goosebumps, and then–  “I– oh fuck!”  He slurps your cunt loudly and you know exactly what he’s after.  The thought alone is enough to make you buck against him, but then those long fingers of his find their way inside and you keen and whine and cry out for him over and over again.

“Mine.” He groans against you.

He coaxes your sweet spot with gentle curling motions, but you know it’s more than that.  This isn’t just him seeking to ensure you get yours.  No.  Right now, he’s eating the proof of your love from between your legs and savoring the salty sweet taste of your combined juices.  Each swipe of his fingers draws his seed from deep within and he moans with every tantalizing taste.  

The thought alone is enough to put you right on the doorstep of a mind blowing orgasm, but it’s his noises that drive you over the edge entirely.  Bucking and whining and mewling, you cry out his name and gasp your love into the air.  But he doesn’t stop. His tongue rubs circles to your bud over and over again, switching out to suckle and swirl and slurp more of you until you’re so overstimulated that the only thing you can do is moan and push his face away from your aching cunt.

His lips are back on yours in a flash, tongue licking your own taste into your mouth.  His fingers lace with yours and draw your hands up over your head.  Wesker pulls away just enough to observe you, but he doesn’t flash that typical smirk of his.  There’s no victory plastered on his face.  No smugness.

Instead, he smiles sweetly and shifts to lay beside you, tugging your body to fit against his like a puzzle piece.  “I do rather like this new rule of ours,” he murmurs against the nape of your neck. “Thank you, my dear…”

You hum and turn in his hold, letting your hand trail up the length of his arm.  “You okay?”  Sure, it kills the afterglow a bit.  And yes, he’s going to deny having been upset earlier.  It’s what he does.  But you can’t ignore that it happened.

“...yes.”  He lies.  “My apologies for waking you.”

You sigh and give him your usual look so he knows that you know better.  “I love you,” you say, craning your neck to press a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth.  “That’s always real… I promise.”

He regards you with a set jaw and pained eyes, but ultimately presses a firm kiss to your forehead.  “Sleep,” he huffs. “You talk far too much.”

You giggle and nuzzle his chest, content to do as he commands.  Besides, you know that’s how he says it back.

[batllethinker]

Bathroom | L.Williamson

Pairing: Leah Williamson + afab reader

Summary: Spending your night in a dingy bar wasn't how you expected to spend your time, even if it was to celebrate your girlfriends latest victory. You couldn't find it in yourself to care when Leah always made it up to you.

Warnings: alcohol, semi-public sex, celebratory sex, fingering, oral, top!Leah, pwp, petnames (R) | 18+ mdni

You sighed as you watched your girlfriend chatting it up with the random patrons of the bar you two decided to inhibit as a small, private celebration (if you count out her teammates and all of her fans).

You leaned back against the bar, taking small sips of your drink as you watched Leah stand on the small stage in the front, her smile was infectious even when it was not directed at you. She went through all of the team cheers, which were repeated back to her by an overly enthusiastic crowd.

Then her eyes met yours and she lit up even more, a hand reaching out for you despite the distance seperating you two and you chuckled despite yourself, loving her cheesy moments more than everything.

It didn't take long before she exused herself from the stage and made her way over to you, a bright smile on her face, one that hasn't left her face the whole night.

"Are you having fun?" You mulled the question over for a moment, you knew that you would have more fun if she actually spent her time with you even if you enjoyed seeing her like this.

"I would have more fun if my girlfriend spent some time with me" You shot her a pointed look as her smile dropped and she sighed in expatriation, the blonde leaned closer to you, a teasing glint in her eyes as she eyed you for a quick second.

"Is my baby feeling needy? Is that it?" Your eyes widened just a fraction as a pout painted your lips, giving her the perfect puppy eyes in hopes of getting what you wanted.

Leah rolled her eyes, and you knew that you had won, especially as she grabbed your forearm and dragged you to the restroom, pushing you into one of the stalls as she followed closely behind.

You were pushed against the stall doors without another word as Leah dropped to her knees, not caring about how she probably was ruining her expensive pants.

A needy sigh left you as you met the other woman's dark eyes, the sight of her on her knees was one you could never get enough of.

Leah chuckled darkly as her hands ran up your thighs, reaching under your skirt to pull your panties down your legs before pushing your skirt up enough to fully see you.

"God baby, you're soaked" You whined in embarrassment, your hand coming to nestle in the blondes hair.

She smiled up at you as she ran a finger through your folds, a sense of satisfaction washing over her as she heard your breath falter, your hips already bucking against her.

Leah soon replaced that finger with her tongue, humming at the taste of you as she ran it through your folds before lapping at your clit, her hands moving to pin your hips against the door.

You whined and writhed in her grasp, trying desperately to chase the feeling of Leah against you to no avail.

She smirked against you as she moved a hand to instead push a finger into you, loving how you instantly clenched down against her before letting her pump into you.

It wasn't long before she pressed a second finger into you and started to earnestly fuck you, her pace hard and fast.

You could barely hold yourself upright as you bucked against her fingers, the feeling of her fucking you alongside her tongue lapping at your clit was enough to send you over the edge.

You came with a loud moan, hips bucking wildly against Leah as she fucked you through your orgasm, her movements easing up with a last kiss to your pussy.

You shifted slightly as she pulled out of you and got off of her knees to give you a bruising kiss, smiling against your lips when you could barely keep up.

"We should get back out" she pressed a soft kiss to the junction of your neck as you nodded, doing your best to get your bearings as you held tightly onto her hand.

[demonslayedher]

With Aimer and LiSA both back for this film, this has me curious how two songs will be used. My guess is that LiSA will be on the ending theme, since that would carry the "Akaza's back" theme with more force. On that note, I am digging this new, weighty-in-all-its-simplicity promo image with mostly Akaza and a bit of Tanjiro. It's a departure from the usual promo images with lots of characters and action.

So with Aimer's song, I wonder if that will be a departure from the usual KnY style too. As opposed to an opening number for the movie, maybe it will be an insert song? They've done insert songs before, but only songs for the Kamado children that are distinctive in both lyricism and performance style.

Using that for, say, a certain death scene could add weightiness or be a distraction, depending on how it is integrated, precisely because it would be a different style from how KnY music has been used so far.

So anyway, now I have a musical fantasy roster!

If we get these two coming back for a callback to the first arcs, we can do that with the others too! Here's what I would do:

Second movie: Bring back Man with a Mission and Milet. I could see the order going either way if, say, one song is meant to go with Akaza's defeat/Hakuji's past* and the other is meant to follow up the bittersweet victory over Douma. Either way, I would throw Fiction Junction in to do a collab with Milet, since they were involved on one of LiSA's songs.

*I am of course prepared to eat my words, but I don't think we will see Akaza's defeat in this first movie. That's a lot of content to squeeze in one movie, and it is only named for his return, not his demise. I think Ufotable will milk Akaza as long as they can with a cliffhanger.

So anyway, third movie: That leaves My First Story and Hyde. Fitting voices for a movie mostly about a bunch of boys taking on Kokushibo, and then probably ending on a cliffhanger with Muzan making a mad dash to the surface after exchanging words with Tanjiro and Giyuu. Hyde would totally do the ending, in that scenario.

And yes. That means I envision one final movie!! The big one!! The one to finish it all!!! And musically, this is what I'd do with it:

First, you hype up LiSA coming back again to capstone the series. Start the movie off on a huge banger.

And then!! A special reprise of the Song of Kamado Tanjiro!! You know, for a certain scene that will look amazingly beautiful with a wisteria motif. (Maybe even some twisted, sad BGM version prior to that.)

And then! Once we've already cried and been so moved!!

HIT US HARDER WITH A GURENGE REMIX FOR THE FINAL ENDING!!!

[uranium235s]

it occurs to me I've actually never done anything to introduce my courier despite posting about him 400 times I just kinda made everyone witness him so here's some basic stuff + his lore under the cut (long and probably very boring post incoming)

chester was born in Utah and lived there til he was almost a teenager when the Legion swept through his village and took him as a slave. his parents were much older, and were killed, and his other family (older brother) had left for California some months prior, leaving chester the sole support of his family. he does not remember his birth/original name

chester had some decent experience (for an 11 year old) of fixing machines because his father collected pre-war cars and motors and sold them and their parts for a living and so was sent downriver to Arizona to serve as a repairman and technician. while Legion property he was given the name Chiron

Chester lived in Arizona with the legion until he was 20 years old, hating every minute. a boy around his age by the name of Attilius was charged with keeping watch over him and bringing him new projects, and during the duration of their time together had developed a rapport over Roman poetry and literature, the only thing they could stand to talk to each other about.

Attilius was watching over him when Chester staged his escape and made it out. the two fought with Chester emerging victorious, believing he had killed Attilius, and escaping despite some severe injuries, including a spinal cord injury that ended up giving him brain damage, causing him to live with hallucinations, seizures, and worsening eyesight from this point on

Chester escaped via the Colorado River and came out on the other side in Nevada. he started wandering aimlessly, ignoring his injuries until he began becoming faint and passed out in a toppled semi truck and was discovered by some well intentioned folks that were traveling up the way to Vegas. they got him medical help before leaving him in Primm, at which point he took up a job as a courier with the Mojave Express at age 21, taking on a new name which he now cannot remember.

the freedom of being a courier was something Chester lived for. every day was a good day, he could go anywhere, meet lots of people, and got paid pretty good for his efforts. he was, and I cannot stress enough, perfectly and utterly happy with his simple mailman life, and misses it every sinnggglllee day during the game events. this continued on for ten happy years, in which time he learns that his older brother, Tomás, has become a trooper with the NCR. he avoids reaching out for some years after the discovery, wary of what his brother would think of him for his years in the Legion (even if it wasn't his choice.) when he does reach out, the only thing he receives in return is his brother's dog tags, learning he was killed in the battle of hoover dam 😀👍

the day after his 31st birthday is when he took the platinum chip job and ended up in a shallow grave in Goodsprings. after his brief coma and stay in the doctors house, and picking a new name again (Chester) and after resolving tensions with the Powder Gangers, he immediately cut a path to Vegas on the hunt for Benny. at first, he wanted revenge, but the anger turned to confusion, turned to helplessness. on his way through quarry junction, he was attacked by an injured deathclaw that had been abandoned by the rest of its pack, and recieved the scratches that blinded one of his eyes

after the attack, he managed to run as far as the NCR sharecroppers outside of the Strip before he collapsed and crawled his way to Freeside, where he was discovered by an unsuspecting Arcade, who took him in with haste and stitched him back together. the following day when Chester finally woke, Arcade gave him a full examination and decided it was medically unsafe for him to be alone and decided to follow him to keep an eye on him, though the two get a lot closer over the game events. Arcade also decided it'll be easiest if they make their way back to Primm and start the investigation from where it all began, rather than trying to break into an expensive, well armed luxury district and demand answers from a complete stranger. Chester agrees.

Chester has questionable memory of his past. he more or less remembers being a courier, in fact it's the period of time he remembers best (in comparison) about his life and kind of sensationalizes it and how badly he wants to return to that stage of his life, but the future marches ever onward. he doesn't remember any part of his life before the age of 15, and therefore only remembers he was part of the Legion and not the circumstances as to why. he avoids and detests them, scared that he's forgetting something awful about who he was and what he did, and keeping the information close to his chest. he remembers being Chiron, and doesn't know the limitations of his Chiron persona, and therefore has been renaming himself and reinventing himself every chance he gets (this is made worse by the fact that he remembers "killing" Attilius and fears that it proves he was as evil as the rest of them)

after the game, and because he had formed a strong relationship with Arcade, he elects to join the Followers of the Apocalypse, offering to help find and restore medical supplies across the desert. this arrangement lasts for about a year and a half until the events of Dead Money take place, and chester has a severe downward spiral upon returning home. he gives all his money from the Sierra Madre away immediately, tried to keep the severity of how bad he was doing mentally under wraps so as to not draw any concerns or questions from his friends but ended up breaking down and having a less than stellar confrontation with Arcade involving holding him at gunpoint (I must stress he was not in his right mind!)

after that they grew distant for a few months when Chester was back to patient status amongst the Followers, skirting around camp, talking mostly to some of the better suited doctors about what he was going through, before him and Arcade inevitably made up! and the rest is happily ever after. kind of

other misc things:

• chester playlist

• favorite wasteland animal: bighorner

• favorite radio song: johnny guitar - peggy lee

• lives in Novac and in Freeside

• closest relationship with Arcade, but also with Lily, Julie Farkas, and a decent partnership with Boone, though he gets along better with Manny and talks to him more often when in Novac

• he doesn't remember the dog tags he wears are his brother's, but he keeps them on because he feels like it might be important. I think he rediscovers this fact when he revisits Utah much later in life

• he hates wearing his glasses and pretty much only does so when Arcade or Julie insists he must (and insist they do)

• Attilius did not die in their fight, he was found unconscious and badly wounded and was punished by having his tongue cut out (with the claim that having those talks with Chester made him too weak to do his job.) the two met again during the second battle and he was killed in combat

• he develops a fondness and eventual passion for energy weapons after visiting the Silver Rush with Arcade and taking an interest in why he likes them so

• never returns to the Lucky 38 after the events of the story, so that casino is just rotting eternally. would ideally give the property to anyone who needs it but doesn't know who needs it to begin with

• low intelligence high science and medicine because of how invested he gets in learning from Julie and Arcade, and medicine in particular he finds passion in when speaking to Lily and examining her condition

• high perception because of paranoid hypervigilance

• clothes were given to him by The Followers after he showed up post-deathclaw attack, originally had a denim jacket but it was ruined in the conflict

[chouettecrivaine]

Odile's Soliloquy [Honkai: Star Rail]

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Characters: Sparkle

Notes: 1.2k words, reader is referred to as prince but it's symbolic, sparkle has definitely disappeared an undescribed loved one of yours at BEST (and killed at worst)

Sparkle was a woman of many talents. An ardent method actor, she could become anything she wanted to be. Since the beginning, her name deserved to be up in lights, glittering over an entire city and catching the ardor of all. This talent of hers only grew until she could don any mask, becoming more mirage than person. Sparkle could be anything. She could be anybody your heart desired.

…except the one your heart desired.

Sparkle was used to flimsy desire. The things that sparked her attention lost it just as quickly. She wasn't used to being enthralled so thoroughly, much less by something she couldn't attain. Sparkle knew she was a woman of taste, though, and she trusted that her enrapture was well founded.

Unfortunately, such trustworthy taste didn't seem to have blessed you as it had her.

The one who had your heart was, quite frankly, a fool - and not even in the fun way. But the universe was made of contradictory sameness, and like always attracted like. They couldn’t see a trap whilst standing inside one, and Sparkle always knew that they’d need to be dealt with as soon as they started poking their nose in the Fools’ business. 

Though, in the end, their presence wasn’t quite as burdensome as Sparkle once thought. They had something that Sparkle had been vying for - someone who occupied her thoughts far more often than she’d care to admit. And yet, despite the fact that you had decided to cast a blundering fool in such a pivotal role, Sparkle couldn’t force herself to be mad at you. After all, what understudy doesn’t secretly wish for the trap door to open beneath the lead’s feet and render them useless for the performance?

So maybe she pulled the lever, cut the rope on the sandbag, loosened a few screws on the lights. Actress or magician? Only someone as gifted in the arts as Sparkle could pull off both in one act. Hidden up her sleeves were numerous cards and secret tricks, all of which gave her the leg up in the battle for your affections. More than simply act the part, Sparkle could become anyone she wanted to be, so of course she jumped right into the role she had been vying for and placed herself snugly at your side. Your partner’s actions were hardly difficult to replicate, and their words weren’t exactly taxing prose. The only admirable thing about them had been their devotion to you - but even then, their adoration was nothing compared to hers. A candle could never compete with dazzling fireworks, after all.

Sparkle knew long ago that she found her calling as a body double, fancying herself a black swan masquerading the lovely, cursed princess. She could pirouette around your questions with ease and take your hand in hers without suspicion. Sparkle was your trickster, and you, her idiot prince; truly a match made in whatever paradise the Aeons fashioned for the departed.

But then, as usual, she got bored. 

She wasn’t bred of you, but of something she thought would always be her weapon of choice; the monotony of a mask. She felt her face plastered into the same smile every day, a plastic facade she could never force to drop an inch. Sparkle wanted more from you: she wanted to feel the maniacal grin on her face once she revealed her plot; she wanted to feel the smug, victorious smirk on her face as she watched yours crumble; she wanted to grimace and scream as she tore into her own chest, trying to claw at the stabbing pain as you ran away. There was so much potential, and an artist such as herself couldn't be expected to hold back at such a critical junction in her career!

Shows that outran their welcome were rarely remembered fondly. Sparkle had prepared for her grand finale, ready to reveal her identity to you just before the curtain closed. When finally she allowed her mask to clatter to the ground, abandoned, she bent her knees and curtsied. Thank you, thank you, for attending the show! What thrilling twists! Way to end with a bang! Her hair fell over her shoulders and swayed by the sides of her face, hiding the uncertainty that turned her appreciative bow into one that hoped to beget your forgiveness.

She had expected a shriek, perhaps a gasp of utter shock - anything but the bemused laughter and sardonic slow clap that met her ears. Rising slowly, Sparkle matched your easy smirk with one of her own, as if she was in on the joke. 

Is the show really over? That’s what you seemed to ask. Sparkle had spent so much time watching you, both closely and from afar, that she could read the unspoken question in the tilt of your head, the slight shrug of your shoulder. Your gaze burned her like a spotlight shining down as she forgot all of her lines.

Well. If all it took for such an adoring audience was to don the mask once more, who was she to deny you an encore?

Sparkle didn’t need to hide herself in entirety after that. Her plan had been successful, after all. Your foolish oaths of true love had been broken by her facade, just as she wanted. But you didn’t run and try to assemble the pieces of what she forced you to break. Instead, you grabbed her hand and changed the steps, pulling her along the stage while she mimicked you as best she could. Sparkle remembered then why she never coveted the true romantic leads before - for any romance to be interesting, there needed to be a heartbreak in the central act.

No matter how precisely she danced, Sparkle realized that the romantic overture would never play while she was center stage.

Most Fools believed that love meant nothing. Everything meant nothing in the vast gaze of the Elation. She knew you would make a fine Fool when the discovery of her facade meant little to you. For whatever reason, something about this costume of hers brought you joy. Her actions brought you memories of true happiness, and when she donned that ugly simpleton’s mask, you could pretend everything was the same as it had been before. Yet, in the form of her that was as close as she could get to ‘true,’’ you never called her name or looked at her softly. You had seen through her disguise from the beginning. If she didn’t need to hide, then you didn’t need to pretend to care.

But now, her greatest tool had become her greatest weakness. Why should she have to hide her emotions when she wanted to let everything out? You had managed to tear her to shreds, and she was restless with the desire to rip off the costume and hear seams pop, show you her tear-stained cheeks and blood red hands so you could kiss it all away. Sparkle was no longer playing a part; she was feeling, which was the one thing a mask could never do.

Having the tables turned on her had been her greatest dream as a bored Fool. But now, she was something far worse than a Fool; a simple idiot who wasted her time wishing it was her name that spilled from your lips with such sincerity. She wanted it more than anything; the day when you pierced through the final mask, when you saw through the puppet named Sparkle and unlocked who she was in her core.

That would be the day when she could shed her swan feathers and finally be yours.

[another-lost-mc]

obey me x pokemon au: the great mammon wants to fight!

summary: when you decide to become a pokemon trainer, a familiar face from your childhood decides he's going to help you by not helping you. or that's what he tells himself, anyway.

featuring: mammon x gn!reader

content: sfw (suggestive towards the end). follows the vibes of generation one except they're adults and, y'know, not children. "rivals" to lovers trope and so many clichés. tbh this is mostly mammon challenging reader to pokemon battles instead of talking about his feelings. wc: 1.6k+

Mammon is there when you choose your first Pokemon and he boldly declares that he's going to be your rival. Apparently, it's going to toughen you up and you should be grateful. When you admit you've never battled before, he embellishes his own track record hoping to impress you. (It doesn't.)

"Your first challenger is the Great Mammon! You better be ready to cough up that prize money!" He summons a low-level Pokemon similar to yours, but your Pokemon has a type advantage over his and it's almost a landslide victory in your favour.

He scoffs when you seem surprised by how easy that was. "You’re lucky I wasn't trying that hard. The next time we meet, I won't hold back!"

He just happens to set out for his own adventure the same time you do. At one of the junctions just outside of town, there's a very clear fork in the road: left or right. You think he's going to follow you, but when you turn right, he pointedly goes left. You wish him luck but he doesn't look back, and your mood deflates a little. It would've been nice to have company for a journey like this, but you carry on and accept it might be a long time before you see him again.

As it turns out, you cross paths with Mammon much sooner than you think.

For someone who claims to be your rival, it's weird how often you run into him. It's too convenient that Mammon shows up exactly when you need help the most. He teams up with you whenever a pair of trainers tries to gang up on you, or when you wander into an area with Pokemon far stronger than your own. Your Pokemon learn to fight in sync with his because they spend so much time together.

No matter how many times you ask, Mammon refuses your offers to officially join you. Sometimes he shows up out of the blue to challenge you to a battle. Other times he shoves a bag of supplies - usually spare Pokeballs and potions - into your arms and takes off again.

For most of your journey, Mammon's not far behind you. There are a few times he beats you to your destination. It’s a rare treat when you arrive at the next gym in time to watch him battle against its leader. He gets flustered when he realizes you're watching from the sidelines, but his Pokemon preen under your rapt attention. His team's gotten a lot stronger too.

If you're last to challenge the town's gym leader, Mammon waits for you outside and drags you into another battle. You're not sure what he's trying to prove, but you reluctantly accept his challenge and defeat him once again.

He doesn't usually have much prize money to give you when he loses. You refuse to take the small amount of gold he has in his pockets. He's your friend and you don't even want his money, but that just seems to irritate him even more. He denies loudly and vehemently that you're nothing more than his rival.

You think losing would hurt less than the sting of his rejection.

Contrary to what he says, your not-a-friend keeps traveling the same path you do. It would be cute if he wasn't being so stubborn.

Your dream of becoming a Pokemon Champion draws closer with each gym leader you defeat. You fasten the shiny new badge from the eighth and final gym leader to your jacket, but your excitement is short-lived. There's a familiar figure waiting for you on the outskirts of town, and he's wearing all eight badges too.

"Mammon, do we have to keep doing this? We've come so far. I really don't want to fight you anymore."

But he just smirks and plucks a Pokeball off his belt. "How are you gonna beat the Elite Four if you can't beat me?"

It's a close battle - the closest one yet - but you add another victory to your winning streak against him.

After the dust settles (literally), Mammon storms away. You heal your Pokemon with some potions first and you heal his too. None of the Pokemon pick up on the tension between you and Mammon. In fact, they all play together like they weren't just locked in a feverish duel a few minutes before.

You look over your shoulder and spot Mammon under the shade of a nearby tree. The scowl on his face is unwelcoming and you decide to give him his space. You assume he's stewing in the disappointment of another defeat. You could say "I told you so," but that would probably make things worse. (And you don't want to make things worse.)

Besides, even if you asked him, Mammon wouldn't be able to tell you what's wrong. He watches his Pokemon flock to you for attention and you feed them berries from your satchel. Was it the fact that you beat him every time he challenged you to a battle? He's always been a sore loser. Or was it the realization that he wasted so much time being your rival when he could've just been your friend instead?

"I wonder if you ever needed me at all," Mammon mutters to himself. His voice is too quiet for you to hear.

Eventually he returns but his mood is indiscernible and you don't know what to say. By the time you're both packed and ready to leave, the bitter expression on Mammon's face is gone. He runs his hand through his hair, glancing at you from the corner of his eye while his cheeks darken slightly.

When he's not too busy being your rival, you think that he can be very charming.

"How do ya feel about goin' up Victory Road together?" He holds his hand out to you stiffly. "Y'know, safety in numbers and all." His expression softens when you immediately place your hand in his. He laces his fingers with yours and you both pretend neither of you are smiling.

You make it through Victory Road, but the playful banter between you fades into grim anticipation when you finally reach the steps of Indigo Plateau. You both sign up to challenge the Elite Four at the reception desk before you lose your nerve and run back out the door.

There must not be any other challengers because Mammon's name is called almost immediately. He looks as panicked as you feel; there's so much left unsaid but not enough time to say anything at all. When he passes through the door without a word and it slams shut behind him, you feel like you're going to cry. Regret sits heavy in the pit of your stomach but all you can do is wait.

It feels like an eternity before they finally call your name, and Mammon still hasn’t returned.

You try to push thoughts of him away so you can concentrate on battling your opponents and their formidable Pokemon. Adrenaline surges through you and your hands tremble each time you summon a new Pokemon to your side. One by one, you come out of each battle victorious. It feels like luck rather than strength or skill that's gotten you this far because your potion supply is dwindling. Doubt clouds your mind each time one of your Pokemon is knocked out but the third member of the Elite Four finally bows to you.

The battle with Lance, the final member of the Elite Four, is absolute chaos. Your Pokemon suffer the merciless onslaught of his powerful dragon-types, the likes of which you've never seen before. Somehow your team barely manages to secure your victory, but it's still too early to celebrate.

There's one more challenger waiting for you.

When Lance accepts his defeat and moves aside, you step into the next arena to face off with the region's newest Champion.

“Yo! I was wondering how long you were gonna keep me waitin’!”

You gape at Mammon who waves to you from the Champion's podium. He looks so happy to see you that you break the stunned silence with a sigh of relief that bubbles into giddy laughter.

He tosses his first Pokeball into the air and catches it again, over and over, while his confident smirk warms into something more teasing. "C'mon babe, it's just you 'n me at the top of the world. Show the Great Mammon what you've really got!"

Both your teams fight like they've never fought before. It's a knock-down-drag-out battle that shifts back and forth between your favour and his.

When your last Pokemon is the only one remaining and the battle is won, Mammon jogs across the arena to you. He hands you a bag filled with more prize money than you know what to do with. "I owe ya from all those times before, don't I? You deserve it. Besides, I got most of it from those losers back there."

He nearly loses his balance when you throw your arms around him and give him a hug. It only takes a moment for him to wrap his arms around your waist and melt against you.

"So, Champion," he murmurs, brushing his lips against your cheek with a smile, "how about we find somewhere to grab dinner and celebrate?" 

The next morning, Mammon looks far too devilish with his messy white bedhead hair and starchy hotel sheets draped loosely across his hips. You're not sure you'll ever want to get out of bed when he looks like that, but when your tummy rumbles with hunger, you bashfully suggest getting up.

Mammon waggles his eyebrows and slides an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. His very thoughtful suggestion is staying put and eating a breakfast of champions instead.

(He holds up his hands in mock surrender after you hit him in the face with a pillow, and he agrees to go out after all - once you give him one last kiss, of course.)

read more: obey me x pokemon au masterlist | obey me masterlist

[g1ucose]

The Best

being UK’s number one and having a tension filled rivalry with the number one hero of USA. It makes sense, both country’s population don’t really like eachother. The online discourse on “which hero is best?” is a never ending battle of “you eat beans on toast haha” and “shut up you american prick”

you meet once a year for one week, during an awarding heroes event and every year, you meet in each others private hotel rooms to fuck each others brains out to prove whose really the best, because sparring would probably end up in several damaged buildings and several hospital bills or even a dead body. “this is the safest way” she persuaded you with that vapid naughty look , “whattt, are you scared I might win?”

you didn’t let her get to you though. every year, the violent teeth clashing always ended up with you claiming victory. her cocky hubris attitude dwindling away with each tug of her blonde locks and a vicious bite on whatever part of her body that was the closest and just like that you’d have the number one, omnipotent, supposedly omniscient hero of U fucking SA succumbing to you. her fingers entangle themselves in your hair when you drive up into her with your silicone dick her legs resting on your shoulders and her mouth falls open to gasp out at the immense stretch of your ribbed strap, all the oxygen leaving her lungs. “what’s wrong my love? can’t catch your breath?” the nickname makes her whine even though she knows you’re only messing with her. “Fuck— ah! — youu.” she tries to show at least some defiance but you know for certain she’s throughly enjoying it. “you’re manners are horrible because of course they are.” you speak casually rolling your eyes along with the comment as if you aren’t a few too many inches deep inside of her.

she cuts off your rambling insults with a pull of your hair that brings your mouth onto her lips and has you slowing the pace of your hips into a sweet rut that has her whimpering into your intertwined tongues. You pull away, moving down her body placing gratifying pecks down her collar bone. “m’cumming—” she hurries out resting a panicked hand on your thigh. “already? where are your manners?” you remind her.

“what?— ahn—,” her eyes flicker up into yours when she realises what you’re asking of her, “ohh—fuck you. I’m n—not begging.”

“I guess I’ll have to stop then?”

she swallows whats left of her pride one last time before letting out the most pathetic pleas of, “please please— Oh fuckk— please ugh- let me cum, let me cum— m’cummin”

“And whose the best, hm?” you coo at her,

“Fuck— you are. you— ah!“ you cut her off by leaning your remaining weight on top of her and resting your face in the space between her neck, her legs now almost parallel to her torso as you bend her in half as you pound into her punctuating your point with each of your thrusts. “Yeah thats right.” you say with bared teeth, “I’m the fuckin’—best.” by the end of the night you have her cumming with her teeth sunk deep into the fleshy junction between your neck and shoulder making you wince out in pain. “Ow—fuckk.”

She’s heaving for breath when you get off her body, her hands clinging onto you as you leave the bed to find your clothes. “what. the fuck.” she breathes out. “loser.” you chuckle as you slam the door shut behind you as you leave her hotel room.

at the end of the week, you’re watching her stride towards the woman holding the golden trophy ready to claim the piece of metal marking her as the “Number One Hero of The People.” and makes you scoff because you and her both know who the better hero really is.

A/N: lmfoa i forgot to mention that im british which makes my crush on cathleen a little funnier, also sorry for making you british but its for the plot guys!! tbh i dont really like this but oh well i spent time writing it might aswell post it, no?

[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daughter

Chapter VII

It’s been a few weeks since my threat against Jack in Professor Kaori’s class. Violet is still poisoning her opponents, week for week and wins every challenge. Not the best way but she wins, and she lives, I can work with that.

Every challenge since then I won too, without getting them unconscious, on behalf of my dearest Squad Leader, Dain. I am good but I shouldn’t overdo it, those were his words. And while every other cadet can beat the shit out of their opponents and can fight properly, I am not allowed. I gave him a piece of my mind for that, because it’s truly bullshit. I think he is just afraid I would accidentally kill them. Alone for the last month there were twenty more names of first years on the death roll, mostly thanks to challenges.

I fought against a smaller girl from Second Wing. She practically reeked of fear when she stepped on the matt, but she was the one challenging me. I did what I had to do.

The next one was a tall, stocky guy from First Wing. Trevor Laine, one of Barlowes little lapdogs. He challenged me as well and the match lasted longer than I wished for. He got a few good hits, but it was my final move that got him down.

*Flashback four weeks prior*

“Trevor Laine and…” there is a short break, “Arya Melgren”. Emetterio looks a bit unsure in his notebook.

We take our place on the matt and look at each other. He is tall, around 6’0’’ and has a good number of muscles but apparently … he has a loudmouth too.

“Bow before your champion!” he shouts and cheers mostly from First Wing echoes through the gym but Third and Fourth Wing don’t entertain him.

“I’d rather jump from the Parapet than bow to you” I snort while waiting for him to get ready so we can finally start.

“It will be a pleasure to beat the shit out of you and have you struggling under me.” A disgusted shiver runs down my body when his gaze and eyes practically undress me.

“That’s disgusting” I hear someone say from behind, but I don’t have time to react because Trevor moves forward, ready for the first attack.

I move out of the way and land a hard punch against his kidneys, making him double over but he regains his composure fast. He unsheathes a dagger, way too small for his figure, and charges at me again, holding it up in a striking position. I can block the attack, but his blade catches my arm. Ignoring the sting I jab him against his wrist, making him loose the dagger, and land a punch under the junction of arm and collarbone, paralyzing his arm temporally.

Confusion is written on his face when he can’t move his arm properly. The confusion is quickly replaced with rage. “You bitch!” Unsheathing another blade, he charges again with me dodging the attack for a second time, knocking the blade out of his hand again but he can land a hard punch at my face. The sting hurts like hell because of the power behind his punch but the next move is mine.

My fist connects with his cheek in a hard strike and I use his disorientation to go for another one. Lifting my right leg, I kick into his knee and with a painfilled shout he goes down on one knee, his other one definitely damaged. Ignoring the cheering of my squad in the back, I take a step back, asking him if he taps out but all I get is a frustrated growl and a shake of his head. Shrugging my shoulders, I hit him in the face again with a well-placed roundhouse kick. He falls down on the matt completely, on the verge of losing consciousness.

“Do you yield?” I ask again, my squad cheering louder behind me.

He barely nods and taps the matt three times. Bending down, I take the smaller knife to place it into the empty space at my right thigh. The victory is mine.

*Flashback ends*

I won the next two challenges after this without any problems.

Violet is currently standing on the matt, nervous because we both saw her opponent, Rayma Corrie from Third Wing, brought to the healers, unsteady on her legs. She poisoned her to early. Emetterio confirms, that Rayma is in no position to challenge today.

“That’s too bad,” Violet says. “Should I just- “she starts but is interrupted by a deep, dark voice. “I am happy to step in.”

Xaden. My eyes widen and Ridoc gasps loudly next to me. Our wingleader finds his place in front of Violet, who looks like she is about to throw up. This is bad, really bad.

“How much do we bet, that Dain is trying to prevent that?” I whisper to Ridoc. He just snorts but gives me a knowing look. Dain is way too smitten and whipped for her but it’s not like Xaden will or can kill her.

“A little out of her league, don’t you think?” Dain argues from the sideline.

Ridocs loud laugh echoes through the gym but he quickly slaps a hand over his mouth when he earns the attention from the others. I grin.

“Relax, Ateos. She’ll be in one piece when I’m done teaching her” Xaden muses.

“That sounds so wrong” I whisper in amusement and hear a chuckle behind me. Turning my head, I catch the eyes of Liam and … Bodhi. Before I can blush, my name is called through the gym.

“Cadet Melgren!” That voice.

I whip my head back around to see my father’s right hand at the entrance. No, fuck! He is already back?! He wasn’t supposed to be back here, not before Threshing!

I tense violently, eyes wide open and jaw dropped and I barely notice Ridoc and Sawyer step next to me, tensing too. The older man nods once and that is my sign. ‘Follow me’ it says. “Fuck” I mutter under my breath but move forward.

I call out to my friends. “We see us at dinner.” Hopefully. My dark-skinned friend looks way too serious, I’ve never seen him like this before and I hate it.

Moving around I catch Violets worried eyes, ignoring the curious onyx eyes of our wingleader.

“Kick his ass, silver one” but said girls answering grimace says it all. She’ll lose and I am not here to help her up afterwards. I can only hope for Rhiannon and our two idiots to stay with her.

Passing Professor Emetterio, he murmurs a small “Stay strong” and then I am out of the gym, following the man to my father’s office. Leaving my friends and a hundred curious glances behind me. And worried ones.

[workersolidarity]

[ 📹 "We were sitting in the house, all of us were civilians," a Palestinian man says while holding the body of a dead child after their home was bombed by the Israeli occupation forces.

"Suddenly the house collapsed on us. The entire house is full of children, as you can see. This child is less than two months old. He was born during the war," the man says before asking, "For what sin was this child killed? This is an innocent child. Is this on Netanyahu's target list?" ]

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GAZA WAR DAY 311: GALLANT SLAMS NETANYAHU CLAIMS OF "COMPLETE VICTORY", ISRAELI OCCUPATION CLOSES SEVERAL AREAS IN GAZA NEAR BORDER, ETHNIC CLEANSING OF GAZA REACHES NEW MILESTONE WITH 84% OF TERRITORY UNDER MANDATORY EVACUATION ORDERS, GENICIDAL WAR CONTINUES WITH MASS MURDER OF PALESTINIAN CIVILIANS

On the 311th day of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 3 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of no less than 142 Palestinian civilians, mostly women and children, while another 150 others were wounded over the previous 24-hours.

It should be noted that as a result of the constant Israeli bombardment of Gaza's healthcare system, infrastructure, residential and commercial buildings, local paramedic and civil defense crews are unable to recover countless hundreds, even thousands of victims who remain trapped under the rubble, or whose bodies remain strewn across the streets of Gaza.

This leaves the official death toll vastly undercounted as Gaza's healthcare officials are unable to accurately tally the number of those killed and maimed in this genocide, which must be kept in mind when considering the scale of the mass murder.

Beginning on Monday, August 12th, the Israeli occupation army has announced it will close several areas within the Gaza envelope near the border with "Israel" following the assessment of the army.

The order was signed by occupation army Maj. Gen. Yaron Finkelman, head of the Israeli occupation forces' Southern Command.

The evacuation calls for several areas along the border between Gaza and Israeli-occupied Palestine to be added to the "closed military zone", prohibiting entrance without prior coordination with the army.

The announcement was made after Israeli colonial settler activists planned to hold a prayer event on the Gaza border, with the activists seeking to alter the government's position against the resettlement of Gaza by the colonists.

The newly closed areas include the fields between the Erez crossing, Yad Mordechai, to the Shaar HaNegev Junction, and Nahal Oz, as well as the fields between the access road to the cemetery in Netivot and Route-234 to the Gaza Security barrier.

Additionally, the areas between the Re'im and Urim Junctions, to the security barrier will also be closed, according to the army.

In other news on Monday, Zionist Defense Minister Yoav Gallant spoke during a meeting of the Israeli occupation's Security Committee hearings in which he gave an overview of the progress of the genocidal war in Gaza.

During the meeting, Gallant slammed the Netanyahu administration, declaring that "I hear the tam-tam drums and this chatter about the absolute victory, it's a shame that in the room they didn't show the same courage," referring to the Israeli security establishment, which previously proposed pre-emptive strikes against Hezbollah near the start of the war.

“The conditions today for war in Lebanon are unlike those at the beginning of the war," Gallant continued.

"Maybe I don't understand the media and the talk, but I understand security, today we are in a completely different situation than we were when I insisted on an attack in the north that the entire security system supported," he added.

Gallant then responded to questions in which he stated that the position of the Rafah Brigade in southern Gaza had been "decided". He added that, for the dozens of hostages who remained alive, it was worth withdrawing from the so-called "Philadelphi Corridor" for a period of 6 weeks, during which, negotiations could proceed in phases and actions be taken.

Following the meeting, the Prime Minister's Office responded to Gallant's comments, declaring that he "is bound by 'absolute victory' too."

In a statement issued by Netanyahu's office, the occupation Prime Minister determined that "When Gallant adopts an anti-Israel narrative, he hurts the chances of reaching a hostage deal."

"He should have attacked [Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar], who refuses to send a delegation to negotiations, and who was and remains the only obstacle to the hostage deal.”

It should be noted that the Hamas resistance movement has repeatedly agreed to the terms of the Biden administration's proposed hostage exchange and ceasefire agreement, only to see the Israeli Prime Minister change the terms of the agreement, add new conditions, or, most recently, assassinate the lead negotiator, former Hamas Political Bureau leader Ismail Haniyeh.

The Prime Minister's Office reiterated its stance that the Israeli entity must achieve "absolute victory", which Netanyahu claims can only be accomplished through the elimination of the Hamas resistance movement's military and governance capabilities, as well as the release of the Israeli hostages that continue to be held by the Palestinian resistance forces in Gaza.

The Office's statement concludes by stating that "This is the clear directive of Prime Minister Netanyahu and the cabinet, and it is binding on everyone — including Gallant."

Meanwhile, in more news, Zionist colonial settlers continue storming the Al-Aqsa Mosque compound on a near daily basis, continueing to tread on established agreements and destroying what remains of the status quo.

According to local reporting, dozens of Zionist settlers stormed the mosque compound while under the protection of the Israeli occupation forces and Shin Bet security services, carrying out tours of the compound and performing provocative rituals while blocking Muslim worshippers from entering the compound.

On Sunday, "Temple Groups" of more than 370 colonial settlers stormed the compound, announcing their intention of establishing a human chain surrounding the mosque and calling for its demolition.

At the same time, Shin Bet police turned the Old City area of Jerusalem into a military barracks, deploying hundreds of its security officers in the streets and near the Al-Aqsa Gates, as well as the gates to the Old City.

In other news on Monday, the Israeli ethnic cleansing of the Gaza Strip reached a new milestone, with more than 84% of territory under mandatory evacuation orders by the Israeli occupation army.

In a report published by Turkish news outlet Anadolu News Agency, Anadolu cites the deputy spokesperson for the United Nations Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs (OCHA), Farhan Haq, as saying that the Israeli occupation's "ongoing bombardment and hostilities in Gaza continue to kill, injure and displace Palestinians- as well as damage and destroy the homes and infrastructure they rely on."

"Two evacuation orders were issued by the Israeli military over the weekend for Khan Yunis, mostly for areas that were previously placed under evacuation," Haq said during a press conference on Monday morning.

Farhan Haq went on to point out that around 23 displacement sites, along with 14 water, sanitation and hygiene facilities and four educational facilities have been effected by the occupation's evacuation orders.

"In total, about 305 square kilometers (117.7 square miles), or nearly 84% of the Gaza Strip, have been placed under evacuation orders by the Israeli military," Haq said during the press conference.

He also noted that the entry of humanitarian aid supplies into the Gaza Strip has been severely restricted as a result of "active hostilities, access constraints, high levels of insecurity, the lack of public order and safety," as well as other factors.

During a back and forth with reporters, Haq responded to a question about whether a "genocide" is unfolding in Gaza by saying that there would need to be "a judicial ruling" by the appropriate courts to label it as such.

While referring to previous comments regarding the situation in Gaza, Haq said that "these are alarming figures for any conflict anywhere," and also called for a ceasefire.

Meanwhile, the Israeli's genocidal war continues unabated, with the constant slaughter of civilians and near complete destruction of Palestinian housing, facilities and infrastructure amid the constant bombardment of the Israeli occupation forces (IOF).

Beginning on Monday morning, local ambulance crews reported the recovery of two dead bodies from the western neighborhoods of Rafah, in the southern Gaza Strip.

According to local reporting, Occupation forces bombarded residential homes in the Tal al-Sultan neighborhood, west of Rafah, in the southern Gaza Strip, killing two Palestinians who were recovered by local ambulance and civil defense crews.

The Israeli occupation army also detonated an entire residential block in the town of Abasan al-Jadida, east of the city of Khan Yunis, in the south of Gaza.

Prior to that, on Sunday evening, Israeli aircraft bombed a number of civilian homes in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood, north of Gaza City, as well as in the Nuseirat Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, and in Rafah in southern Gaza.

According to local reporting, Zionist warplanes bombed a residential house belonging to the Hamdan family west of the Nuseirat Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, resulting in the deaths of two Palestinians and wounding several others.

Similarly, on Monday morning, occupation fighter jets bombed a residential home belonging to the Murad family west of Gaza City, killing two civilians and wounding a number of others with various injuries.

In another atrocity, Zionist forces targeted a gathering of civilians near the Badr Mosque in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, southeast of Gaza City. Following the strike, Palestinian Red Crescent Society (PRCS) paramedics reported the transfer of three dead Palestinians and a number of wounded to Al-Ahli Baptist Hospital in the city.

Moreover, throughout the day, Israeli occupation forces began several waves of intense bombardments targeting the city of Khan Yunis, in southern Gaza, resulting in dozens of casualties throughout the day.

Zionist artillery shelling and airstrikes targsted the residential home of the Al-Najjar family in the Ma'an neighborhood of Khan Yunis, killing several Palestinians and wounding others, while occupation forces also bombed a civilian vehicle in the vicinity of a refueling station on Salah al-Din Street, east of the Khan Yunis, killing at least three Palestinians and wounding 10 others.

It was also reported that Zionist soldiers fired smoked grenades towards neighborhoods east of the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, southeast of Gaza City.

The Israeli occupation army continued its horrific war crimes by bombing a civilian residence in the town of Abasan Al-Kabira, east of Khan Yunis, in southern Gaza, killing more than 10 Palestinians and wounding a number of others.

On Monday evening, occupation aircraft bombarded a residential home belonging to the Darwish family in the Al-Maghazi Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, killing one civilian and wounding several others, while another bombing of the Al-Sayed family home on Block-9 of the Al-Bureij Camp, also in central Gaza, killed a Palestinian citizen and his son.

In another criminal bombing, occupation forces targeted the residential home of the Abu Alwan family in the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood of Gaza City, resulting in a number of dead and wounded.

Additionally, Zionist warplanes bombed another residential house in the town of Al-Qarara, northeast of Khan Yunis, killing two Palestinian civilians and wounding several others.

As a result of the Israeli occupation's ongoing war of extermination in the Gaza Strip, the death toll now exceeds 39'897 Palestinians killed, including at least 10'980 women and more than 16'315 children, while another 92'152 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression, beginning with the events of October 7th, 2023.

August 12th, 2024

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[svpernovae]

super quick note on Mydei based on what we have so far from him & some spoilers about the titan Nikador

this is gonna be an amalgamation of lore and greek/roman analysis so forgive the jump between topics

anyways

Mydeimos seems to be just a conjugation of My with Deimos. Deimos is the greek god of Terror and twin of the god of Fear Phobos. In some iterations he's also the brother of Harmonia the goddess of Harmony. All these children are born from Ares and Aphrodite's union, but only the twins directly assist their father during battle.

this in itself goes along with the depicting of him being a fearsome warrior. his presentation text states that he is destined to suffer a thousand deaths and be bathed in blood towards his path home. we can speculate that this exile from his homeland may be due to the mentioned patricide in the beginning.

patricide in itself is something that's very present in greek mythology, be it for Zeus killing Cronus or Oedipus killing Laius, it's a recurring theme often used to overthrow a previous era and establish a new one. often these killings are destined and divined as warning to the parents who end up trying to trick destiny and ultimately fail. this trick is often either by exiling the son or hiding of the father themselves.

perhaps Mydei is a victim of these circumstances, as he seems to be fated to "become king" thus having to slay the current one. (i mean the text literally says he must slay a god to become one so...)

as for who the king might be. my closest bet is that it'll be his titan itself, Nikador.

and this is where the spoilers begin to those who haven't looked up the titan leaks so if you don't want spoilers leave now

Nikador seems to be the confirmed boss fight in 3.0

Nikador is a junction of Nike (victory) and Doron (gift) (there does other variations like Nikanor which means conqueror and Nikator which means victor). Nike is the goddess of Victory but also of Strife, thus the title of "strife titan" for Nikador

i don't think i need to go too in depth on who Nike was. Goddess of Victory, she's the one who attended to Zeus during the Titanomachy and ensured his victory over Cronus. Nikador's attacks are all related to the goddess with "Conquer or be conquered", "Strife granted fear" and "Savage and Mad God, Incarnation of Strife".

further in game text suggest the titan is undefeated and the true ruler of Castrum Kremnos (while Mydei is it's prince)

The undefeated. The sovereign of all battles. The king of Castrum Kremnos and of ruins, Grand Artisan of the war chariot, the throne upon a mountain of corpses, and father of victory, The usurper of glories, the lightning that split the sea, the Guardian of Amphoreus, The Titan of Strife, the Lance of Fury: Nikador. A general that all the world should heed, the eternal sharp sword, the law of Strife and of ending Strife. Praise Nikador, greatest of conquerors, greatest of guardians.

Mydei's introduction text suggests that the titan itself also obtained it's title via patricide and honestly, i wouldn't be surprise if this just ends up being a a repeating cycle within Kremnos as Amphoreus is the planet of remembrance (and it's shaped like a mobius stripe STAN LOONA AND YOU'LL KNOW WHY SHIT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN...)

anyways since this is the first titan we'll be fighting, it'd make sense to have it be the "victor" and protector of the realm. as they would be the first real obstacle before the rest.

the game also suggest that the true successor of Chrysos is Phainon, so it'd make sense to try to solve his true rival as quick as possible. Mydei may end up inheriting the flame of the titan and surrendering it to Phainon, as they don't necessarily need to die, they just need to surrender it. i'm saying this mainly because the leaked light cone suggests that the two of them are close, possibly Phainon gave shelter to the exiled Mydei while he's on his quest to return to Castrum Kremnos (btw Kremnos in itself just means slope, while Castrum is a latin word to designate buildings. mihoyo basically named the land "building on a slope" lmao)

as for the lion. Phobos sometimes is depicted as a lion, and since it's implied that Mydei is the sole surviving heir of Kremnos, it's possible the lion is there in place of the twin.

overall it's kinda funny putting Deimos against Nike cause in some depictions they are siblings (maybe Nike killed Ares in the game who knows!). if the game is following the theme of a repeating cycle, then this would be the equivalent of Heracles (Phainon) trying to overthrow Zeus (whoever is the current leader) but they're calling the gods titans so maybe it's just the Titanomachy but if the gods were titans instead of well, the actual titans.

anyways im excited for what's to come and i high key hope we get to see Mydei prove his "undying" aspect (what? i like my guys a little bloody)

smooching your cheeks if you managed to get this far! adios

[weskie]

Sweet Dreams (Albert Wesker x amab!Reader)

18+ | somno, oral sex, penetrative sex, come eating, light angst, soft wesker, afab!reader version here | Fic Directory

This was hardly an uncommon occurrence anymore.  You’d given him permission long ago, but it always came as a surprise regardless.  Perhaps it was just… out of character.  Wesker’s so damn dignified all the time.  The first time it happened, you woke to his greedy little slurps between your legs, his tongue all but desperately fucking in and out of your hole until he slipped two fingers inside to stretch you wide enough to take him.  He’d let out an amused, victorious hum when your thighs clamped around his head and you mewled the bliss of your release the second your tip touched his tongue.  Wesker took you hard and fast that night, over and over until his eyelids grew heavy and he’d exhausted his inhuman stamina.

You’d talked about it the next day, of course.  You both enjoyed yourselves, so why not?  Turns out, this was the best thing to ever happen to your sex life.  Quality time with Albert was sparse, but time for ‘primitive pleasures,’ as he calls them, were even more so.  He’d often come to bed well after you’d fallen asleep, sometimes even leaving before you had the chance to wake in the morning.  Such was life.

Now, though?  Now he comes home and knows he can have his way with you.  He can wake up in the middle of the night and be as mischievous as he could possibly want.  Or as desperate.

“Nngh–”

Like tonight.

“H-Hah…”

His breaths fan hot against your neck and each pitiful noise is sung into your ear.  He thrusts slowly, each languid stroke just shallow enough to be kind.  He must be trying to let you stay asleep.  God, you wonder how he even stretched you enough for this without waking you.  You smirk, weighing your options.  You could bring your legs up and around his waist, tug him closer, signal that it was okay to speed up and take what he needs.  Or… you could enjoy the show.  After all, you’ve never caught him like this.

He’s a sensual lover in every sense of the word, but you’ve never heard him be so vocal before.

“Mm, god…”  He mewls, tongue laving at your flesh as he grinds warm and wet in your aching core.  He locks his lips at the junction of your shoulder and suckles, teeth nibbling sweetly.  It sends shivers down your spine and you have to fight the urge to arch into it.  “F-Feels so, mmph…”  His speed increases bit by bit as his self control falters.  Fuck, you can practically see him even with your eyes shut.  Right about now, his eyes are probably glowing redder than ever.  Those cat-like pupils are probably blown wide.  He’s probably got his teeth bared and his nose scrunched the way he does when he’s holding back.

“M-Mine,” he whispers.  Grinding turns to sloppy ruts and fuck, you can’t take it anymore.

You open your eyes and find him exactly as you’d pictured him, but there’s something… different.  Something strange.  You thumb it away, thinking it to be a sweat drop, but another follows the same path and you realize he’s–

“Al..?”

“Mine.  Mine…” He gasps, face falling to your neck once more.  You bring your hand to his nape and curl your fingers there.  His thrusts grow messier by the second, but your pleasure had all but been eradicated the second you realized those were tears on his cheeks.  “You’re– you’re real.  Real,” Wesker pants weakly, “and mine!”

Your legs come up around him, guiding his motions, and you rake your fingers through his mussed hair.  “Shh, sweetheart.” You coo.  You’ve heard this song and dance before.  It’s been quite some time since he learned of his manufactured life, but there were still cracks in his seemingly impenetrable walls.  He fell apart back then.  Swore up and down after that it’d never happen again.  But sometimes…  “I’ve got you.”  Sometimes reality is harsher than even the strongest resolve.

He clings to you, arms wrapped around your midsection as he drives in hard and fast.  Squelches and wet slaps ring out in tandem with his whines, and then the telltale circular grinding starts and–

“Oh god!”

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you keen at the sharp sting.  His whole body locks like a board against yours, muscles flexed and breath held tight until its staleness overpowers him into a loud exhale and desperate, shuddering gulps of air.  You pepper kisses against the side of his head as best you can. His hands grasp your thighs.

Wesker pushes against you slowly, milking the last ebb and flow of bliss from his climax.  He falls limp against you and, after some time, you’re almost convinced he’s fallen asleep, but then he lifts himself just enough to press lazy wet kisses to your lips.  He suckles your lower lip sweetly, giving it the softest nip before letting off and moving down, littering more affections to every inch.  Neck, collarbones, chest, navel– the only complaint you’ve got is that he had to slip out to keep going, but you figure the trade off was perfectly fine when those lips wrap around your tip and–

“Al!”  You gasp, incisor sinking into your lower lip, hands coming down to thread in his silky locks, petting and pulling.  “You– you don’t have to– mmph!”  Your head falls back and you see stars.  Fuck, he’d gotten you all stirred up before and he’s got you back there in mere moments.  Each bob of his head erupts your flesh in goosebumps, and then he slips his fingers inside and–  “I– oh fuck!”  He slurps your cock loudly and you know exactly what he’s after.  The thought alone is enough to make you buck against him, but then those long fingers of his find their way to your sweet spot and you keen and whine and cry out for him over and over again.

“Mine.” He groans against you.

He rubs you with gentle curling motions, but you know it’s more than that.  This isn’t just him seeking to ensure you get yours.  No.  Right now, he’s coaxing the proof of your love from between your legs.  He lets off with a pop and kisses down your length, suckles your sack, and finally laves your rim, savoring the salty sweet taste of his release as it oozes from your hole. Each swipe of his fingers draws his seed from deep within and he moans with every tantalizing taste.  

The thought alone is enough to put you right on the doorstep of a mind blowing orgasm, but it’s his noises that drive you over the edge entirely.  Bucking and whining and mewling, you cry out his name and gasp your love into the air, shooting it all over your abdomen.  But he doesn’t stop. His tongue rubs trails up and down your shaft over and over again, pausing to suckle and swirl and slurp more of you until you’re so overstimulated that the only thing you can do is moan and push his face away from your aching cock.

His lips are back on yours in a flash, tongue licking your own taste into your mouth.  His fingers lace with yours and draw your hands up over your head.  Wesker pulls away just enough to observe you, but he doesn’t flash that typical smirk of his.  There’s no victory plastered on his face.  No smugness.

Instead, he smiles sweetly and shifts to lay beside you, tugging your body to fit against his like a puzzle piece.  “I do rather like this new rule of ours,” he murmurs against the nape of your neck. “Thank you, my dear…”

You hum and turn in his hold, letting your hand trail up the length of his arm.  “You okay?”  Sure, it kills the afterglow a bit.  And yes, he’s going to deny having been upset earlier.  It’s what he does.  But you can’t ignore that it happened.

“...yes.”  He lies.  “My apologies for waking you.”

You sigh and give him your usual look so he knows that you know better.  “I love you,” you say, craning your neck to press a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth.  “That’s always real… I promise.”

He regards you with a set jaw and pained eyes, but ultimately presses a firm kiss to your forehead.  “Sleep,” he huffs. “You talk far too much.”

You giggle and nuzzle his chest, content to do as he commands.  Besides, you know that’s how he says it back.

[totallingmycar]

a week for a witch 🩷

MONDAY

★associated with: the moon, clairvoyance, femininity, dreaming

★spellwork: healing emotionally, divination, home, travel, fertility

★crystals: moonstone, pearl, selenite

★deities: Selene, Diana, Thoth

★candles: white

★flowers: lotus, lily, jasmine

TUESDAY

★associated with: Mars

★spellwork: protection, banishing, passion, success, self-confidence, matrimony

★crystals: garnet, ruby, bloodstone

★deities: Tyr/Tiwaz, Kali, Aries

★candles: red

★flowers: holly, snapdragon

★actions: be brave, set goals, achieve/aim for victory, work on esteem

WEDNESDAY

★associated with: Mercury, reading/writing/studying, travel, the arts, divination

★spellwork: communication, business, travel, art/creativity, money, luck, wisdom, change

★crystals: lapis lazuli, agate, aventurine, citrine

★deities: Odin, Hermes, Athena

★candles: purple

★plants: fern, lavender, mandrake

THURSDAY

★associated with: Jupiter, storms, water, element, harvesting, leadership, honor

★spellwork: money, career, abundance, luck, healing, contracts/legal work

★crystals: turquoise, aventurine, lapis lazuli

★deities: Thor, Zeus, Juno

★candles: (royal) blue, green

★plants: bay leaf, honeysuckle, cinnamon, oak

FRIDAY

★associated with: Venus

★spellwork: romance, fertility, passion, family, reconciliation, beauty, nature

★crystals: rhodochrosite, garnet, rose quartz

★deities: Freya, Aphrodite, Eros, Lakshmi

★candles: aqua/(light) blue, pink

★flowers: hibiscus, apple blossom, pink rose

★actions: connect with the water element, self care/beauty rituals

SATURDAY

★associated with: Saturn

★spellwork: protection, banishing, cleansing, creativity, manifestation

★crystals: obsidian, hematite, jet, amethyst

★deities: Hecate, Saturn, Hades, Hestia, Bast

★candles: black

★flowers: pansy, thyme, cypress

★actions: drink black tea, cleanse house, personal transformation, self discipline

SUNDAY

★associated with: Sun

★spellwork: success, wealth, abundance, growth, healing/health, creativity

★crystals: carnelian, tigers eye, citrine

★deities: Apollo, Helios, Ra

★candles: yellow

★flowers: orange, sunflower, marigold

★actions: bake with cinnamon, get creative, watch the sunset