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wandaslovey · 3 months ago

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➺ dom!wandanat x sub!fem!reader

word count ~ 7k

authors note: i’m so excited to share this with you guys - this was so much fun to write! i’m planning on writing the first few parts as chapters where one will pick up right after the other and then once i get to a certain point i’ll do random time skips within the same au. oh also! i’m starting a tag list, so comment below if you’d like to be included on the next chapter! enjoy loves! 💕 as usual, this is not proofread.

content warning(s): legal age gap (w=30, n=33, r=23), natasha and wanda being two hot intimidating lawyers (except natasha kinda steals this show in this part, especially in the beginning. don’t worry though, wanda will have her time to shine!), conversation about kinkery and reader knows very little

if you’d like to read the drabble that inspired this series, click here

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you stand in front of the mirror, adjusting your white button-up blouse for the 10th time. you huff, frustrated that your wardrobe just wouldn’t cooperate with you this morning. as you look yourself over in the mirror—the rest of your outfit consisting of a mid-thigh black pencil skirt, some black nylons and black combat boots—you couldn’t help but wonder if your attire was okay for the interview.

the interview…you can’t believe you landed an interview at thee M.R. law firm. you knew how unqualified you were for the position, so you felt extra pressure to compensate somehow with your appearance.

you turn to the side in the mirror, first left and then right, scrutinizing yourself at every angle. you readjust the pieces of hair framing your face that you pulled out of your bun, before deciding you’d done all you could to look your best.

you glance at the clock on your nightstand in the reflection of the mirror, seeing it was time to go. you grab your knock-off brand purse and slip out of your apartment. when you walk down the stairs and open the door to the outside, the noise from the city fills your ears. the sounds of cars, horns, sirens, music and people all blended together, creating a sort of hum all new-yorkers were familiar with. you step out onto the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding some tourists that were taking a picture in front of the trendy restaurant you lived by. you hail a cab, quickly sliding into the backseat and telling the driver your destination.

now that you were settled in your seat with only the taxi drivers quiet music to distract you, the nerves you’d been attempting to snub out suddenly hit you full force. there was no way you could do this. you were sure you were just wasting your own time and the poor person who had to interview you. you knew your 6 months working as a receptionist at a dentist office nowhere near qualified you to manage things at M.R. law. you mentally curse yourself, thinking you must’ve been half asleep and entirely too desperate when you sent in your application at this place. you needed a job though—urgently. with your roommate moving back home, and no one else taking her place, you were stuck with paying the rent on your own. on top of that, you were still paying back loans for school. you knew you should cut your losses, leave new york and transfer to a much more affordable school, but you really wanted to stay as much as you could help it.

every stoplight you hit along the 20 minute drive only makes you more nervous. the fluttery feeling in your stomach turns into full blown pterodactyls by the time the driver has pulled up to the very tall M.R. building. you pass some folded up cash to the driver, mumbling out a quiet ‘thank you,’ and then step out of the car. you stare up at the intimidating building, the lettering of “maximoff-romanoff law” taunting you—daring you to step inside. you let out a stubborn exhale, squaring your shoulders and walking in with a confidence as fake as grape flavored candy.

you stride over to the front desk, noticing that the only employees in sight are all women.

“hi, i’m here for an 11 o’clock interview,” you tell one of the women behind the desk. she offers you a polite smile, giving you instructions to head into the elevator and up to the 8th floor. you nod your head, thanking her and make your way to your doomsday interview.

as the elevator doors shut behind you, you find yourself all alone in the small space. there was no background music to distract you now. you stare at the floor, noticing a slight glint to the black tiles you were standing on. you listen to the beeps counting up each floor, your eyes dragging up the stainless steel panel when the number reads 8 and the final beep sounds. the doors open and you’re immediately greeted with the sight of more women pacing around the place. some seemed to be in a rush while others were leisurely walking across the floor while chatting with a co-worker. you walk over to the front desk again, repeating what you had told the other kind lady downstairs. she gestures for you to take a seat on the couch in the waiting area, letting you know someone will grab you in a few minutes.

you take a seat on the black leather couch, figuring this piece of furniture probably costed more than the rent for your apartment. you cross your legs, interlocking your fingers together at your knee. you glance around the office, taking in the decor. it was very tasteful, some touches of greenery that went nicely with the black and dark woodsy vibe this floor was going for. you try your best to ignore the bile rising in your throat and the pterodactyls still swarming in your stomach. it was a good thing you didn’t eat breakfast this morning.

as two minutes turns into ten, and then fifteen, you can’t help but feel the urge to just get up and leave. you felt so out of place here; you couldn’t imagine working at this place with all these women who were so obviously out of your league.

just as you were settling on the idea of ditching this interview, you hear clacking footsteps making their way over to you. you didn’t dare look up yet, pretending to be very interested in the tiny hole in your pantyhose just above your knee.

“miss (y/l/n)?” the most heavenly, sultry voice calls out to you. your eyes slowly trail along the tile, up the woman’s legs covered in black slacks, her blouse and matching black suit jacket, and then finally her face. it was her.

thee mrs. romanoff.

mrs. romanoff was the person who was going to interview you? you couldn’t believe your eyes, or the situation. you clear your throat, realizing you had yet to acknowledge her calling out to you.

“yeah, that’s me,” you reply, standing on slightly wobbly legs. you watch as mrs. romanoff’s eyes slowly take in your appearance, her eyes lingering on your frame. you feel a little scrutinized, wondering if you really did mess up with what you were wearing.

“follow me.” she turns and leads the way. you stumble a bit as you follow behind her, not expecting her to have as long of a stride as she does.

“you’ll have to forgive me for the wait—we had a couple meetings run over this morning,” she talks to you over her shoulder, slowing her walk a little when she notices you’re not directly behind her like she thought.

“oh, no worries. i didn’t mind the wait.” that was technically a lie, but it wasn’t the wait that bothered you as much as the fact that you were left alone with your thoughts a little too long.

she rounds a corner at the end of the hall, pausing and gesturing for you to enter in one of the two doors that were side by side on the wall to the right. you walk through the doorframe, stepping into what you assumed was her personal office.

“have a seat, miss (y/l/n),” she says in a low voice, walking from behind you and around her desk to sit in her chair. you sit in one of the two chairs across from her, your heart thudding violently in your chest from being in such close proximity to her.

you adjust your seating position three times before finally settling in place, forcing yourself to sit still. mrs. romanoff humors you, remaining silent and patient through your nervous fidgeting.

“so, i have to say i was a little surprised to see your application come through to my desk,” she starts and you immediately feel your cheeks grow hot, the feeling of being in a place you don’t belong filling your whole body with dread.

she pauses, and you realize she was waiting for you to respond. right. this was supposed to be where you attempt to prove yourself adequate to work in this position.

“yes, um… well, admittedly i myself did think it was a stretch to apply here, but then i figured, i’m a fast learner, i’m very thorough in all i do and i enjoy learning new things. i thought i’d try my hand at something i haven’t done before.” you rattle off an answer that while it was true, it was also something you rehearsed 20 times in the mirror while getting ready before you got here. you were almost positive the slight robotic edge in your voice was noticeable.

mrs. romanoff hums in acknowledgment, nodding slightly at your rehearsed answer. “how well can you handle multi-tasking in a fast paced environment?” her lack of acknowledging your first answer puts a damper on your already fake confidence. you shift in your seat again, finding it harder to maintain eye contact with the sea of green that was her eyes.

“i would say i fare pretty well. i’m usually very good at managing stressful situations.” that was a complete lie—but most people bullshit their way through interviews, don’t they?

“usually?” she echoes, tilting her head to the side. she purses her lips, half attempting to hide a small smirk. she easily picked up on all your nervous antics the moment she saw you. you averting her gaze, walking unsteadily, fidgeting in your seat and the cute rose-y blush currently coloring your cheeks.

you clear your throat, interlocking your hands together in your lap. you notice they’ve already started to feel damp with sweat. “yeah, yeah most of the time i’d say so.”

“well, miss…” she glances down at what appeared to be your application and resume sitting in front of her on the desk. “(y/n)..you don’t sound very sure of yourself.” she sits upright in her chair, crossing her arms and leaning over the desk. your heart beats impossibly faster, the feeling of intimidation settling deep into your bones.

“no, i mean, i am sure—totally 100%.” you try to laugh, but it comes out sounding as nervous as you feel.

“okay, if that’s how you’d like to proceed…” she trails off, looking down at the papers in front of her again. you didn’t know what she meant, but your eyes fall desperately to the same papers she was looking at, as if they could provide some sort of answer to you. “what are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?”

you internally breath a sigh of relief. this was another answer you’d rehearsed in the mirror, it just needed to sound less robotic this time. “i’d say my greatest strengths are, i’m very punctual—i’m always on time if not early—um, i do all things thoroughly, as i mentioned before…i’m very reliable—hardly sick or need time off for family things, and i enjoy a good challenge. my greatest weakness is that i like to be very organized and sometimes i can spend a little too much time completing a certain project before moving onto the next.” you exhale after you finish talking, your eyes flicking across her face to try and get a sense of how she’s taking in your answer.

as you speak, you can’t help but notice that she was watching you so meticulously. it seemed that she was taking in not only your words, but your facial expressions, hand gestures and body language.

she looks at you for a moment as if she’s thinking hard on something. without taking her eyes off of you, she presses a button on her desk, the small ding from an intercom sounding. “joan, please track down mrs. maximoff and have her come into my office right away.”

your heartbeat now thrums loudly in your ears, your breath picking up its pace. you were not only going to be in the presence of mrs. romanoff but now mrs. maximoff too? never in your life had you seen such a powerful couple—and that was only in photos and billboards you’d seen around the city!

“is everything okay?” you ask nervously, feeling the permanent blush on your cheeks travel to the tips of your ears.

“everything’s fine, (y/n),” she gives you a smile but it was anything but reassuring. in fact, there was something about the expression that felt more intimidating with how devastatingly beautiful she was.

she grabs a pen and starts writing something on the paper. whatever it was was brief, but you couldn’t see clearly from your seat.

a quiet knock comes from the door and your posture becomes rigid as you hear who you assume to be mrs. maximoff entering the room.

“you called for me?” mrs. maximoff asks as she walks the length from the door to mrs. romanoff’s side. she walks around your chair and stands next to her wife, placing her palm flat against the desktop and leaning some of her weight on it.

“yes, i wanted you to meet our new interviewee,” she smiles with her lips and gestures to you in your seat. you look between the two beautiful, impeccably dressed women, feeling extremely small and insignificant. mrs. maximoff turns to look at you for the first time, a warm smile gracing her features.

“hi,” she offers simply, extending her hand to shake yours. you sit forward, reaching your arm out to shake her hand across the desk. her hand was incredibly soft and a little cold to the touch, but you wouldn’t expect anything less since the office was kept at such a cool temperature.

“mrs. maximoff is going to sit in on the rest of our interview. is that okay with you?” mrs. romanoff asks, her eyes daring you to object.

you quickly shake your head from side to side, shifting once again in your chair. “no, no that’s perfectly fine,” you reply easily, though you were feeling anything but fine. you notice mrs. maximoff giving her wife a curious glance but she doesn’t otherwise question it.

“let’s move over to the couches so we’re a little more comfortable,” mrs. romanoff stands up and heads over to the long olive green velvet sofa. you follow suit, except you take a seat in the smaller sofa, designed for only one person. mrs. maximoff sits closest to you on the long couch, brushing some of her pretty brown hair behind her shoulder. you watch as she glances back at her wife, mrs. romanoff giving her a certain look that you weren’t sure what it meant.

“so, (y/n), tells us what your career goals are,” mrs. romanoff proceeds with the interview as if the interruption never happened. you find yourself even more nervous to respond now that there were two, hot, older women sitting before you.

“umm…for now i really just need something steady that will simultaneously be giving me good work and life experience.. long term though, i’d like to become a therapist once i finish my masters program.” you bite your tongue once you finish your sentence, realizing this is not the sort of job where you tell your interviewers you’d like to pursue something that has nothing to do with their company.

“what appeals to you about becoming a therapist?” mrs. maximoff chimes in, tilting her head to the side curiously, just like mrs. romanoff had done earlier in the interview.

you lean back in your chair, a little surprised at her interest in your reply. “well, it’s a cliche answer, but i’m very passionate about helping people. it’s impossible to go through this life without getting seriously hurt and dealing with trauma. the vast majority of us have no idea how to cope or process through our experiences, so just knowing what i know, i’d like to try and be of some help for those who need it.”

the two lawyers look at you thoughtfully, mrs. maximoff nodding her head as you speak.

“that’s a very admirable passion. are you currently enrolled in a masters program?” she asks, crossing one of her legs over the other as she gets more comfortable in her seat.

“i am,” you reply with a shy smile. you never wanted to come across as bragging about your education, so you always sought to speak about it in the most humble way.

“you like school?” mrs. romanoff chimes in, leaning forward as she speaks.

your smile turns a bit rueful as you reply. “yes..i do. i know so many young people my age loathe school and all the hard work that needs to be put in, but…i love everything about it. i love taking notes, making flashcards, studying, taking tests, everything about it, i just love. i know it sounds a little crazy.” you laugh once, suddenly feeling more relaxed as you speak about something so genuinely. you feel a little more surprise again as you hear mrs. romanoff chuckle with you, nodding her head towards her brunette wife.

“sounds like somebody i know. this one here was a school addict. i had to practically pry textbooks out her hands just so we could do anything other than study,” she chuckles again, mrs. maximoff joining in with her.

“i won’t apologize for being so pointed about my studies. we both got straight A’s, didn’t we?” she jokes light-heartedly and you find yourself smiling warmly at their light banter.

mrs. maximoff turns back to face you, a smile still touching her lips. “what else do you do aside from school?” her question makes your face fall slightly as you now had to admit you were technically unemployed. you knew that didn’t look good for potential employers.

“right now, not a whole lot. just keeping busy with my studies,” you respond vaguely to which they both hum in response.

the pair of them continue asking you questions, except they become progressively more personal until they don’t attain to work or working at this position at all.

“do you like living alone? or do you prefer living with others?” was one of the questions mrs. romanoff asks you after you had explained you were currently without a roommate.

even though it was strange, you find that the more you talk about yourself, the more relaxed you feel. mrs. romanoff and mrs. maximoff both noticed it too. they could see more of your personality showing through as the nerves slowly but surely dissipated.

it had been near 40 minutes by the time mrs. romanoff checked her watch and noticed the time. she looked at her wife, mrs. maximoff seeming to sense her eyes on her as she automatically looked to the side. they shared a look, one of them nodding to the other before turning back to face you.

“well, we’ve kept you here much longer than was intended—i apologize for that.” mrs. romanoff says as she stands, mrs. maximoff following suit. you stand also, smoothing your skirt back over your legs. as you stand so closely to them now, you notice how they were both taller than you by a few inches, making you feel small again like you had earlier.

“it’s no big deal. i’m in no rush,” you smile shyly as you look up at the two of them. you extend your arm out, shaking both of their hands before getting ready to leave. they both give your hand a gentle squeeze and when mrs. romanoff shakes your hand, she grasps on longer than her wife, holding your gaze with a certain intensity.

“we’ll be in touch, miss (y/n),” she says smoothly, calling you out by your first name, and for some reason the combination between her voice and her eye contact made your knees feel weak.

you swallow thickly, nodding your head and thanking them both for the interview before turning away. mrs. maximoff leads you to the door to exit and walks you all the way out to the elevators. you pace the short distance in somewhat comfortable silence. when you turn to face her to say your final goodbye, your surprised to see mrs. romanoff behind her. she was following so quietly that you didn’t notice her presence.

“bye! thank you again,” you smile, stepping into the elevator once the doors open. the two women stand side by side of each other, giving you a near identical smile which portrayed some sort of knowing behind it, almost like they were expecting something.

“it was a pleasure meeting you miss (y/l/n),” mrs. maximoff calls out to you as the elevator doors slide closed.

you exhale a breath you didn’t now you were holding, slumping back against the elevator walls.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

that evening, you cook up a box of mac n cheese, too lazy to try and find the ingredients to make anything else. not to mention, your mind was still a little bit jumbled after your interview with thee lesbian power couple.

mrs. romanoff’s words kept echoing in your head.

”we’ll be in touch” she’d said. but didn’t your interview totally blow? especially at the end. it wasn’t so much an interview but rather more like a conversation where people try to get to know each other better. maybe they were looking for a personality hire? you really doubted that though.

you eat your mac n cheese while staring blankly at the wall, thinking over the whole exchange with mrs. romanoff and mrs. maximoff. as you mindlessly feed yourself spoonfuls of your dinner, you realize you didn’t even know their first names. you remembered you had once seen them on a billboard somewhere but didn’t remember exactly what they were. mrs. romanoff’s first name was natalie or something similar? you were at a loss with mrs. maximoff. you decide to google them to put your curiosities to rest.

pulling out your phone, you google their names and the law firm. after doing just a little bit of digging, you see their full names: natasha romanoff and wanda maximoff. ah, so you were close with mrs. romanoff’s name. you wonder if they only go by their last names at the office. it definitely seemed like their vibe to have things be so professional.

as you go throughout the rest of your evening, showering and getting ready for bed, you continue thinking about them. the longer your mind lingers on them, the less “professionally” you think about them. you couldn’t help but notice how utterly beautiful they both were. they both carried themselves with a confidence that anyone would find intimidating. there was something so forceful about their presences, but not necessarily in a bad way. it seemed like natasha—mrs.romanoff—was a little more rough around the edges, but you could see she easily held a soft spot for her wife and life partner. mrs. maximoff gave off a much more approachable vibe, but she was still intimidating in her own way.

as your mind continues wandering, you find yourself becoming more tired before you finally drift off to sleep, your brain fatigued from all your analytical thinking.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

the first thing you notice when you wake up is the light shining through your thin curtains. you blink a few times, slowly adjusting to the light. you blindly reach over to your nightstand, unplugging your phone from the charger. as you unlock your phone, you notice a missed call from an unknown number nearly two hours ago. you shoot up into a sitting position in your bed, suddenly feeling much more awake. it was just passed 10 am. was the unknown number a call back about your interview?

your fingers furiously swipe on your phone, quickly googling the number for M.R. law. you breath a sigh of relief when you cross reference the digits in your phone and the number online, realizing it was just a random unknown caller. you let your body fall back limply on the bed, your leg dangling off the side as you clutch your phone to your chest. that would’ve been humiliating if they called offering you the job and you didn’t pick up the phone.

as you go about your morning leisurely—not having any classes this day—you try to push the two hot lawyers out of your mind. there was no point in dwelling on them if you’d never hear from them again.

you leave your face bare of makeup, not intending on leaving the apartment and you opt for wearing comfy clothes—or “frumpy” clothes as you called them—instead of something nice.

you head into the kitchen, pouring yourself a bowl of frosted flakes cereal. you let it sit there for a few minutes to soak up the milk, as soggy cereal was your favorite. you’d argue with anyone who claimed crunchy cereal was best. as you wait, you power up your laptop, intent on working on some homework.

you’re munching on your cereal, blue-light filtered glasses adorning your nose as you work on your computer screen. you were mid-bite when you hear your phone buzzing on the counter next to you. you glance down at your phone and frown slightly when you notice it looks to be the same unknown number from earlier.

you continue chewing your bite, raising the phone to your ear as you accept the call.

“hello?” you ask, your voice mumbled a bit as you still had some food in your mouth.

“good morning, miss (y/n),” you hear a warm, velvety voice greet you. after almost an hour interview with her yesterday, you’d recognize this distinct voice anywhere.

“mrs. romanoff?” you just about choke on your food as you swallow, your body tensing slightly as you feel much more alert.

“that would be correct.” you hear her chuckle softly into the phone, your tone laced with obvious surprise she must have found endearing.

“i’m so sorry! i think i missed your call earlier? i didn’t recognize the number- i had no idea it was you, i’m sorry!” you apologize quickly, thinking that if she was actually calling to offer you the job, you might have just ruined it.

“don’t worry about it. i would be surprised if you recognized it given that this is my personal number,” her voice was low and warm. it was entirely too enticing.

“oh.. umm, right. well, good morning,” you stumble slightly over your words, unsure what else to say to her.

“are you normally a late riser?” she asks with humor in her voice.

“what? oh no, not normally no. i just don’t have classes today,” you explain, a little embarrassed at her having called you out on your sleeping habits.

“i see. well, we just wanted to call and ask if you’d meet us for a coffee,” her question came out as more of a statement and you were left wondering why on earth she would want to go out for coffee with you and…wait.. did she say we?

“we?” the words echo aloud from your mind.

“yes. my wife and i,” she reiterates calmly. you look around your small excuse for a kitchen as if the reasoning behind her posing this question was written on the walls.

“like today?” you ask stupidly. of course she meant today.

“yes - today. can you meet us in 15? we’re going on lunch break. i’ll text you the address.” your eyes zip to the digital numbers plastered on the microwave. you only had 15 minutes to try and look presentable, get a cab and meet them.

“ummm..yeah. yeah sure,” you nod your head as if she could see you through the phone. you quickly hop off the stool you were sitting on, walking briskly to the bathroom with the phone still held firmly to your ear.

“perfect. we’ll see you soon.” she hangs up and you all but toss your phone on the bathroom counter, staring down at the device as if it’s offended you. you quickly snap out of it, only having 5 or so minutes to un-hobo yourself. you quickly apply some concealer on your dark spots, powder on a little blush and brush on a coat of mascara in record time. in your haste, you stumble from the bathroom to your closet, trying to find something to quickly throw on. you grab a simple white baby tee, putting it on and then aggressively stepping into some loose light wash jeans. grabbing your belongings, you half jog out the door, nearly slipping down the last two stairs of your apartment.

you quickly get a cab, thanking whatever higher power there is in your head that there was very little delay in one driving by. as the taxi driver takes you to the address you gave him, you sit forward in your seat, gathering your hair in a pony tail near the top of your head. you secure it with an elastic you always keep around your wrist and pull some pieces out to frame your face. you glance in the cab rear view mirror, seeing you looked fairly presentable. you exhale shakily, sitting back in your seat as the same nerves you felt yesterday on the way to your interview were coming back now.

what was this about? i mean, you knew it wasn’t normal to meet with potential employees for coffee. it was especially suspicious because it was mrs. romanoff *and* her wife.

your thoughts are interrupted as the taxi slows to a crawl and he pulls up to the coffee shop. you’d never been to this one before, granted there were hundreds of shops all over the city so there were probably many you hadn’t gone to. your heart leaps in your chest as you see both mrs. romanoff and mrs. maximoff waiting outside for you.

you pass the driver the money, thank him and slip out of the car. as you step onto the sidewalk, mrs. maximoff greets you with the same warm smile she’d given you when you first met. mrs. romanoff smiles too, though it’s not as wide as her wife’s.

“hello again, (y/n).” your heart skips a beat as you hear mrs. maximoff use your first name for the first time. mrs. romanoff had been calling you by your first name since you’d stepped foot into her office. you liked the way your name fell from both of their tongues.

“hi, good to see you both again,” you smile despite your nerves, making eye contact with both of them in a polite manner.

“shall we?” mrs. romanoff suggests as she opens the door for you, her wife placing a gentle hand on the small of your back to usher you inside. you inhale shakily, the unexpected contact surprising you in a pleasant way.

as the three of you file in behind the small line of people waiting to order, your eyes skim the menu, even though you already knew exactly what you wanted.

“cute outfit,” mrs. romanoff murmurs from behind you. you could hear what sounded to be amusement in her tone but you weren’t sure.

you turn to the side to face her, her being on your left and mrs. maximoff on your right just a half-step behind you. “thank you. i threw it on—literally. i was wearing something a lot less presentable when you first called.” you glance down at both of their outfits. the duality between yours and their outfits was almost laughable. they looked impeccably fashionable and you were just in street clothes.

wanda chuckles lightly at your comment. “what were you wearing before?” she asks.

“just an oversized tee and some biker shorts,” you shrug, crossing your arms casually over your chest. you always felt more comfortable when you had your arms wrapped around yourself.

as the line moves and you’re next, mrs. romanoff quickly stands in front of you, her body moving between you and the counter. “what’ll you have?” she gives you an expectant look, ready to give your order.

“an iced mocha?” you ask a little shyly, her show of putting herself between you and the cash register did something to you for some reason.

she nods, and turns to the barista, repeating your order along with hers and her wife’s. you’re about to protest, wanting to tell her she doesn’t have to pay for you, but you feel mrs. maximoff’s hand return to the small of your back, swiftly maneuvering you away from the line and over to the small cluster of tables.

you sit down in a chair she pulled out for you and you scoot yourself in as mrs. maximoff settles in her own seat across from you.

“you really don’t have to pay for me, you know,” you pipe gently, glancing over at mrs. romanoff who was standing at the counter waiting for the drinks before you turn back to mrs. maximoff.

“of course not, we want to. plus, neither her nor i would ever allow you to pay for yourself even if you insisted,” she smiles winsomely, her eyes gleaming with something warm and bright.

mrs. romanoff returns with all three coffees, somehow handling all three and setting them down in a graceful manner.

“thank you,” you give mrs. romanoff a gentle smile as your fingers interlock around the cup and you drag it closer to you.

they both take a sip from their coffees—which were both hot—before mrs. romanoff clears her throat, her eyes narrowing in on you as she leans forward on the table.

“so, i imagine you’re wondering why we asked you here.” she throws a glance at her wife who was already looking at her speak.

“it may have been on my mind…” you trail off, sounding as innocent as possible.

mrs. romanoff smiles knowingly, her eyes appraising you in a way that made you squirm slightly in your seat.

“it’s not about the job, as i’m sure you might have figured, but rather about offering a different type of position,” she begins. your brow furrows in confusion. what did she mean?

“a different position? like a cleaning job or something?” you immediately go to thinking about jobs that require little to no experience, figuring that might be all they’d have to offer given your background.

they both laugh at your guess, mrs. romanoff being the one to shake her head no.

“no, not a cleaning job,” she pauses, seeming to measure your expression before continuing. “(y/n), have you ever heard the term bdsm?”

your face goes blank and you look from mrs. romanoff to her wife who appeared to be watching you just as carefully.

“um…i think so? i’ve heard the term a few times before.” your legs feel like they’ve turned to jelly, an unfamiliar pit settling into your lower tummy at the abrupt shift in the topic of conversation.

“what do you know about it?” mrs. maximoff chimes in, tilting her head to the side which causes some of her neatly curled hair to fall forward.

you look between the two of them, unconsciously shrinking further down into your seat. this was such a taboo subject to talk about it public; you found yourself already growing warm from just the thought of this discussion.

“well, it’s..sex stuff…right? like being tied down and whipped?” you speak hesitantly in a small voice, throwing quick glances at the strangers littered across the coffee shop.

“those things can be a part of it, yes—if all parties discuss that’s something they like to participate in” mrs. romanoff explains and then continues. “what else have you heard about it? or is that the gist of what you know?”

you shrug, your shoulders slumped forward and your head bowed slightly to try and obscure your flushed cheeks. you suck your bottom lip into your mouth—your nervous habit.

mrs. maximoff pipes in again after noticing your bashfulness. “a lot of people have that imagery in mind when they hear the term ‘bdsm,’ so it’s understandable that that’s your impression. there is so much more to it though. really, bdsm is about exploring people’s sexual interests in a safe space. you learn about your limits, what you like, what you didn’t expect to like, and so much more.” you listen to her explanation intently, your mind immediately wandering and wondering where this conversation was going to go.

mrs. romanoff picks up off her wife’s words. “some people simply dabble in certain aspects of bdsm while others treat it more as a lifestyle—and for my wife and i, it is a lifestyle.”

you nod hesitantly as they both pause for a second, watching you digest this information. you’re unsure how to respond, feeling progressively more restless in your seat.

they both give each other a look before mrs romanoff nods and mrs. maximoff speaks.

“normally, for people who live this lifestyle, they draw up contracts between themselves and the person they want as their submissive.. now we know this is all very forward, but there’s just no other way to put it. we’d like to have you as our new submissive.”

your face turns bright red for reasons you’re not fully aware of. you weren’t quite sure what being a “submissive” all entailed, but you couldn’t wipe the imagery of being helplessly tied down and whipped from your mind. you’re silent as your brain flits through one imaginary scenario to the next. you were so clueless though, you weren’t sure if the things you were thinking up were things people actually did or if they were just shown in porn.

“me…? i just..well it’s just that..i’m-i don’t know if i would be your ideal candidate,” you stumble out, your eyes glued to the table as you avoid looking at either of them at all costs.

“on the contrary, (y/n), i singled you out almost immediately at our interview. i knew i wanted you. that’s why i had wanda join us.” her face softens as she notices your slight uneasiness. being a bit of a sadist though, she couldn’t help but find your innocence and embarrassment so incredibly gratifying. it only made her want you more.

your teeth worry into your bottom lip again as you look between one set of green eyes and then the other. “do you guys normally.. share, uhm..submissives?”

“not always, but we do like to when it’s possible,” wanda shares, a reassuring smile on her face. you purse your lips, chewing on the inside of your cheek as more questions arise in your head.

“how does that work? sharing i mean.” you knew there were people who participated in polyamorous relationships, and you had no issue with it, you just had trouble visualizing the dynamic.

natasha grins wickedly to herself, realizing now how truly innocent and unknowing you were. she suspected a little yesterday at the interview, but had no idea the true scope of your innocence. wanda also found herself undeniably more attracted to you after this conversation. her hands twitch in her lap, thinking of all the things she could do to you that you probably haven’t ever dreamed of.

“it works (y/n), trust me…” mrs. romanoff says seductively.

“we know this is all very foreign to you, sweetheart. you don’t have to say yes today, just think about it?” mrs. maximoff reaches across the table and affectionately holds onto your wrist. your stomach does a little flip-flop at the term of endearment paired with the affection.

there were so many thoughts and feelings swirling around you, but one thing stuck out above the rest. you wanted to learn more. you didn’t want to say no and close a door on something that you might enjoy.

“i want to.. i mean, um, i will think about it,” you clear your throat for the umpteenth time that day, pulling your hand back from mrs. maximoff’s light grasp. it was suddenly feeling like her hand was searing your skin.

“you want to what?” mrs. romanoff presses, her eyes looking at you with intensity again.

“i just meant that i want to learn more..about this,” you reply quietly, peeking at mrs. romanoff through your lashes. you notice her clench her jaw and flex her fingers that were resting on the table, but you weren’t sure what it meant.

“well, there’s a lot to learn, but luckily i’d say we’re both pretty good teachers,” mrs. maximoff grins more wickedly this time, her expression giving you a new glimpse into something you hadn’t seen in her until this point.

“why don’t we meet up again sometime this weekend? we can answer any questions you have—help you learn more about what we’re asking from you,” she adds, to which you surprisingly feel eager to agree to the idea. you find yourself already wanting to learn more, especially if the people who were going to educate you were two of the hottest women alive.

“yeah…let’s do that,” you nod once, your blush slowly creeping off your cheeks though a slight honey glow was still present.

you all begin to gather your things, mrs. maximoff noticing their lunch break was just about up. the three of you hardly touched your coffees, the conversation too intense to take swigs of the drinks.

the two of them walk you out of the shop, mrs. romanoff hailing down a cab for you. you turn to say goodbye to mrs. maximoff and find that she’s standing closer to you than expected.

“i look forward to seeing you again so soon, dragotsennaya veshch’,” she murmurs, reaching to give your arm an affectionate squeeze. you smile at her, unsure what she said but not caring much to know now.

you step closer to the cab after mrs. romanoff opens the door for you. before you can slip inside the car, mrs. romanoff leans down, murmuring in your ear.

“if you have any questions before the weekend that simply can’t wait, don’t hesitate to text me. you have my number.” her voice was a little rough which makes you shiver.

you nod slowly, sucking on your bottom lip again. you give mrs. maximoff a shy hand wave which she mimics with an amused grin. you sink down into the car seat, mrs. romanoff shutting the door behind you.

as the taxi drives away, you can’t help but look behind you as the two women grow smaller and smaller on the sidewalk. as the car turns a corner, the couple remain standing there until you disappear. you sigh and turn back around in your seat, resting heavily against the cushion behind you.

what just happened?

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charlotteking23 · 5 months ago

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The Lion's Lamb - chapter 1 - MV1/33

Max Verstappen x reader

The lion's lamb series: Aesthetics, Ch. 2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch.6, Ch.7, Ch.8, Ch.9

You spent most of your life alone. It wasn't your decision but artists tend to isolate themselves by accident. you were the type to find inspiration and peace when alone.

You would spend hours in your room, painting, until your vision became a reality.

Most people would never work as hard as you do to make a living, but you lived in Monaco. The country where money flowed. You knew you weren't like other residents that surrounded her in this country.

You weren't rich and you didn't have a trust fund to fall back onto. Don't get it wrong, your paintings sold high enough to be able to live in the country permanently, but you were barely scrapping by.

Some might ask why you choose to live in Monaco when you could have been living somewhere else more comfortably.

Monaco itself was known for their wealth and in your line of work, you need the rich to buy your work. You had about three regular clients in Monaco that provided 80% of your entire income.

Coffee was the only time you took a break and wandered into the outside world. And today was one of those days where you needed a break. you had been in your room for the past 4 hours trying to come up with something, but your mind was blank with ideas.

A client had commissioned a piece about 3 months ago and gave the 23 year old a wide range of creative ability on the painting as long as it was a darker piece.

You were the epitome of bright and bubbly and couldn't seem to get her mind into a darker frame of thought. With the piece needing to be done in a months time, you were starting to stress.

You had ordered your cup of coffee at your usual spot. You heard your name being yelled at the counter and quickly went up to grab your drink. Once in hand, you turned only to run into a wall, spilling coffee all over herself and the wall.

To add fuel to the fire of the already embarrassing situation, you slipped on the coffee that had spilled on the ground and fell to the floor hard causing more attention to be drawn onto you. While on the ground, you noticed two shoes in front of you.

You hadn't run into a wall like you originally thought, but instead a man. Your eyes followed the shoes all the way up at the man's face.

Piercing blue eyes stared down at you in annoyance. You could tell he wasn't truly taking you in but rather glaring at you for spilling both their coffees.

Jumping up quickly, You immediately grabbed some napkins off the counter of the coffee shop and tried your best to wipe the stains off the mans white shirt.

"I'm so sorry sir!" you said with tears building in your eyes. "I didn't see you! I'm so sorry!"

As you wipe the man's chest, he grabs your hands causing you to look up at him. It was then, he took in the details of you standing before him.

Your big eyes stared up at him, tears threatening to spill out of the sides. You had a light sprinkle of freckles that ran along her cheekbones and over your nose.

You had long hair that was pulled back out of Your face, but bangs to frame your face perfectly. Your lips were the perfect size and your cheeks were now the color of your lips from embarrassment.

There was a certain shine in your eyes that drew him. He couldn't tell if it was because of the tears or something else, but he needed to find out.

"It's alright," he said. You picked up an accent that wasn't from Monaco but you didn't know where.

"Please, sir, let me buy you your coffee! It's my fault, I can at least try make up it up to you by getting you another."

He nods his head at your response causing a smile to erupt across your face. The man loved how every part of your face lit up at his response. He didn't even say a word, yet you acted like he hung the stars just for you.

"How do you like your coffee?" you asked.

"Black," he state.

With a nod of your head, you told him to sit down while you waited in line. There were only two people ahead of you but you didn't want the man to have to stand with you after you ruined his clothes.

Being around him longer than necessary would cause more embarrassment on your part.

After getting both their coffees again, you found your way back to the blue eyed stranger sitting at a corner table by the window.

"Here," you said while putting it on the table. You noticed his shirt was definitely going to stain and winced slightly at the brown blob on his chest "Again sir, I am so sorry!"

You started digging in your bag for some money to give to the man for dry cleaning. Pulling out whatever you had, you tried to hand it to the man, "Here. It's not a lot but it should pay for dry cleaning to get that stain out."

"No," was the simple response you got.

"Please! It'll make me feel better if you take it! It's the only way I can make up for spilling you coffee!"

"Sit down," he said. You tilted your head in confusion at the blue eyed man. "Sit down and tell me your name. I don't want your money but I will take a name and a conversation as payment."

A blush quickly took over your cheeks as you shyly looked away from the man and sat down across from him. When you sat down you finally got a good look at his face.

He was attractive. He had these piercing blue eyes that would stare into your sole. He looked at you with softness but you were scared to be on the other end of that stare when he was angry.

He was tall, or at least taller than you, but that wasn't saying much compared to him. He was a dirty blond and had a bit of scruff that started to turn into a beard.

You could tell he didn't smile much due to him having very little smile lines. He was a serious man and it showed.

"Your name?" He stated.

"(name)," she said softly, "and yours?"

The man's eyes quickly flashed a look of surprise before they softened again, "Max."

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mint-yooxgi · 4 months ago

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Kinktober Day 30 - Yandere!Fallen Angel!Seonghwa + Somnophilia & Body Worship

Anonymous Said: Seonghwa from ateez. Consensual Somnophilia & Body worship. Yandere & fallen angel or guardian angel. A/n: I am SO sorry that this is late, life has just been a bit hectic lately. Again, it's Hwa, so I couldn't help myself. It's not as long as I was originally going to make it, but I like where it ends honestly. He's intense in the best ways imo, and I do really love how this turned out. I also have a yandere angel ateez series planned at some point where Hwa is an archangel, so I'm also really excited about that. It's heavily inspired by his Will To Power solo stage, so I hope you all can look forward to that at some point! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features, Yandere, Blood mentioned in brief (not in a kinky way), Lots of religious metaphors, Overstimulation, Oral (fem. rec), Fingering (fem. rec), Squirting, Minor Dacryphilia (if you squint), There's a lot :) Word Count: 4,821 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

Park Seonghwa is a man of many emotions.

Well… technically he’s not a man, but there is no one in this universe that makes him feel more human than you.

There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you. You are his one saving grace in this hellish landscape called earth, and he will do anything to protect that fact. No one is off limits. Nothing is too much. For when it comes to you, you deserve nothing but the best this world has to offer.

His best.

Seonghwa will always make sure of that.

The water feels cool against his skin despite the steam rising through the air. One of his hands is braced against the stone tiles of the shower wall, letting the flow of water cascade down his back and pool around the drain. Red streaks against his skin, little rivulets creating vein-like patterns across his figure as he washes away the horrific events of the evening.

You can never know. You will never know.

Seonghwa has spent his whole life guarding those most precious to him. Now, you’re the only thing left that matters.

You. Who still sleeps soundly beneath the thick covers of his duvet as he steps out of the bathroom a short while later. Your features rest in a soft expression of pure bliss, chest rising and falling steadily. The light of the moon only serves to make your skin glow, illuminating every inch of you that he has always loved more than anything else in this godforsaken world.

A pleased smile tugs at his lips, eyes shining with nothing but adoration as he observes you through the dark. Lightly, he fluffs his damp hair with the towel held in his hand, the one wrapped around his waist hanging dangerously low. Small droplets of water cascade down his chest which he is quick to wipe away.

After all, you’re expecting him to join you, and he hates to keep you waiting.

With his lips curling upwards into that all too familiar loving smile, he takes a step towards the bed. Large, fluffy wings emerge from his back, deep red in colour. As he fluffs the feathers lightly, he lets the towel fall from his waist. The other is quick to join the growing heap on the floor, knowing you’ll more than likely scold him in the morning for tossing the damp material in the middle of the room.

Sometimes, Seonghwa swears he does these types of things on purpose just to hear you scold him. The way you shake your head in exasperation, muttering about whatever it is he’s done this time makes him all giddy inside. It means you’re paying attention to him. It means you care.

Or maybe he just enjoys making things up to you in any and every way he can.

A massage here. Breakfast in bed there. Perhaps even you allowing him to get lost in that glorious heat that rests between your legs, making you shake in uncontrollable bliss.

After all, it is one of his absolute favourite pastimes.

Seonghwa thought he knew what it meant to worship something, or someone, wholeheartedly. That is, until he met you.

All of the time in the world is still too short of an eternity to be spent with you by his side.

The stars pale in comparison to you, for you hold entire galaxies in your eyes. Your smile warms his very soul each and every time he sees that glorious expression stretch across your face. All music sounds dull whenever the melodic symphony of your laughter filters through the air. Not to mention how strong and intelligent you are.

Kind, witty, caring… The list of your perfections continues to grow everyday, and everyday he knows you is a blessing beyond his wildest dreams. Seonghwa could spend hours lost within the confines of your mind, learning everything there is to know about you, and so much more. Each new discovery is a revelation of the highest regard, and he strives to satisfy in every way.

Every word you speak is gospel, and he is your most devout follower.

Lifting the covers gently, Seonghwa slides into bed beside you. He’s extra careful to not disturb you, not wanting to accidentally wake you at this time. Still, he cannot help but shift closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. The way you subconsciously turn into him, snuggling deeper into his embrace only serves to make him smile.

Even in your dreams, you always know how to find your way home. To him.

Subtly, his arms tighten around you, placing a tender kiss to the top of your head. His wings wrap around you, encasing you in a soft red cocoon and ensuring your safety. Your comfort and wellbeing are his number one priorities, and once he knows you’re settled in his embrace, he fully allows himself to relax.

Soon, his own eyes are fluttering shut, drifting off to meet you inside of your dreams.

A few hours later, Seonghwa is blinking awake. His head now rests on top of your chest, your arms cradling him to you in your sleep.

Despite such a short bout of rest, he feels refreshed, having slept deeper with you safely wrapped in his arms. Gladly, he melts into your embrace, breathing in your scent and letting everything you completely surround him.

The moon still rests high in the sky, a gentle breeze drifting through the slight crack in the open window. The room is quiet, nothing but the soft sounds of your mingling breaths filling the space.

Seonghwa holds you tighter. Turning his head, his lips press tenderly against your chest, just above your heart. His hair tickles your skin, and you shiver lightly from his touch.

Peeking his dark gaze upwards, Seonghwa studies your features. Your brow seems to be furrowed slightly in discomfort, and a moment later, you squirm lightly beneath him. Your nails suddenly dig into the skin of his shoulders, a soft, muffled whimper escaping your lips.

Worry tugs at his features as he reaches a hand up to soothe your brow. He’s quick to cup your cheek, thumb brushing gently over your skin as he lifts himself slightly above you. Intently, he studies your face, searching for any signs of what may be the problem.

That’s when it hits him. You must be having a nightmare.

Just as he shifts his hand to your shoulder in attempts to wake you up, you let out a sound that has him freezing above you.

His name. You moan his name.

A smug grin tugs at the corner of his lips as he realizes what’s really going on here. Pride swells in his chest at the fact that he could make you dream of him like this, knowing how often he dreams of you. What serves to make this moment ever better is when you let out another small whimper, tightening your hands on his shoulders as your hips jerk upwards against his own.

“Pretty Girl,” His low voice purrs out. “What could you possibly be dreaming of, hmm?”

Cocking his head to the side, he stares down at you. His chest is pressed flush against your own, forearms supporting him on either side of you as he settles more comfortably between your legs.

Leaning into you, he begins to place soft kisses against your cheek. Slowly, he trails his lips down your jawline, tracing over your pulse, then back up again. All the while, that same smirk tugs at his features.

His nose nudges tenderly against your jaw.

“Why live in a fantasy when I can make all of your dreams a reality?”

More kisses are placed upon the skin of your neck as he slowly begins to make his way down your body. His touch is feather light, wings twitching excitedly in the air behind him as he tugs your shirt down gently. The straps of your tank top easily slide down your arms, and with a quick movement, he’s snapping them as if they were nothing but brittle string.

The sound of tearing fabric echoes around the room as he shreds through your shirt, pausing lightly to check on you. He forgot how loud that could be, his mind having been focussed on exposing you to the most pleasure that he can give you. Of course, that meant exposing you, but he doesn’t want to wake you from your blissful slumber quite yet.

Not even his chest rises or falls with breath as he hovers above you, watching you closely for any signs of movement. After a little while passes with your eyes still shut, steady breathing and soft whimpers still falling from you, he breathes a sigh of relief.

Slowly, carefully, he discards your shirt, hands beginning to trace over your sides. His touch is gentle, eyes taking in every bare inch of skin presented to him. Nothing but admiration shines in his gaze, a dark, primal sort of lust hiding within. He’s hoping beyond anything to have you smoothly transition from your dream into reality. For when you do, he’ll be ready and waiting with open arms.

There is nothing more rewarding to him than your pleasure. The fact that he alone is the only one able to bring you to such ecstasy makes his heart swell with so much love and pride within his chest. Only he can touch you like this. Only he lives to serve you, to make you see the far reaches of the heavens each time your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Your pleasure is his pleasure, and he could spend eternity worshipping you, all while making you scream his name.

Ever so gently, he presses his face against your chest, right in the valley of your breasts. His hands come up to cup such tender flesh, inhaling deeply as he nuzzles against you. Again, his lips press a tender kiss directly over your heart, wings fluttering in content as his thumbs tease over your nipples.

Fingers trace languidly against your skin, needing to feel every inch of you beneath his touch. Slowly, Seonghwa begins trailing feather light kisses down your body, heart fluttering in anticipation. Every second that passes, your scent becomes stronger, your thighs subconsciously squeezing around his sides. He knows you need him just as desperately as he needs you, and he does not want to waste any more time than he already has.

Reaching the hemline of your sleep shorts, Seonghwa dips the tips of his fingers beneath the band. A tender kiss is placed onto the skin of your stomach, nose nudging against you affectionately. The corner of his lips quirks upwards as he slowly begins tugging your shorts down your thighs, being extra cautious not to wake you.

Of course, Seonghwa cannot help himself. How can he when he has the most perfect being laid out before him? Temptation wins out as he presses loving kisses against your thighs with each inch revealed to him. Once he fully removes your shorts, he nearly lets out a low moan when the sight of your bare pussy, needy and already shimmering with your arousal, is presented to him.

Tossing your shorts somewhere in the room, Seonghwa is quick to run his hands up the length of your legs. His fingers ghost against your skin, breathing deepening as your scent completely immerses him in everything you. Once he reaches the tops of your thighs, his thumbs begin to softly brush against the sensitive flesh. The way you shiver beneath his touch, even while still asleep, makes him smile.

Again, he leans into you, pressing delicate kisses against the skin of your thighs. His teeth graze your flesh, teasing at you as he continues to brush his thumbs over you.

Every little sound you make, every twitch and shudder of your body, has his cock absolutely throbbing against the mattress. A carnal ache resides within him. A desperation only you can satiate. Yet, when it comes to you, he always wants more.

Finally, unable to wait even a moment longer, Seonghwa presses his face against your cunt. He noses along your slit, inhaling deeply as his whole body shudders from your scent. Teasingly, his tongue flicks out to taste you, and even the briefest touch of your arousal on his lips has him moaning shamelessly against your core.

Something within himself snaps.

With his whole body shaking in need, Seonghwa buries himself deep in your cunt. Desperate, guttural moans escape him as he drags his tongue through your folds, eagerly suckling at the sweet nectar that flows from between your legs. His lips place a few chaste kisses against your clit before he’s wrapping them around such a sensitive little bud, suckling at you eagerly.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, tongue flattening against your clit before rolling in circles. His hot breath hits your cunt with every exhale, wings fluttering above him as he groans lowly. Desperately, his hands tighten over your waist, pulling you even closer into his touch.

A pleased rumble shakes his chest once he feels your fingers tangle in his hair. The way you hold him to your cunt, tugging him in closer has him redoubling his efforts over you.

Heavy breathing permeates the room, your hips beginning to grind against his face in time with his movements. Sleep still clings to the corners of your vision, eyes barely cracked open to peer at him through the darkness. Each flick of his tongue over your clit has pleasant jolts of pure ecstasy coursing through your veins, already feeling so close to the edge as that familiar pressure builds within.

His movements are desperate, shaking his head back and forth while sucking your clit between his lips. Sharp, hooded eyes glint up at you through the shadows, his hips beginning to grind against the mattress as his fingers dig into your skin.

Again, he tugs you in impossibly closer, tongue slipping down to dip between your folds. Swirling the muscle around your entrance, he hums, pressing himself firmer into your cunt. His nose grinds against your clit, tongue buried as deep as possible within you as he licks and sucks almost uncontrollably.

The sound of your moans create a beautiful symphony around him, urging him on. He can tell you’re close. The way your thighs begin to shake around his head makes his cock twitch. His hips grind harder against the mattress, silently begging for you to fall apart with him as he brings you to ecstasy.

Wrapping his lips around your clit once more, it’s like you answer his every prayer.

Back arching from the bed, you come with a loud cry of his name. Your thighs squeeze around his head, holding him in place as he flattens his tongue against you, letting you ride out your orgasm as you grind your hips against him. Whimpers and moans echo alongside blissful sighs of his name, your heart racing as pleasure floods your veins.

The moment he feels you flooding his tongue, his eyes roll into the back of his head. With your thighs closing around his head, his pleased cries get muffled against your cunt as he comes with you. Hot spurts of his come soak into the sheets beneath his hips, fingers digging harshly into your skin. His wings flare out behind him, shuddering along with his whole body as he keeps himself buried against you.

Slowly, you begin to catch your breath.

Bringing your one hand up, you rub at your face. Blinking a few times to clear your vision, you spare a glance at the seraphim between your legs.

Dark eyes already stare up at you lovingly, a soft chuckle shaking his chest. His fingers smooth over your skin, leaning in once more to place a tender kiss against your clit.

“Good morning, My Beloved.” At the way you simply groan in response, a knowing smile begins to tug at his lips. “Good dream?”

“Mmmh, the best…” Humming, you rub lightly at your eyes. A moment later, you pause in your movements, brow furrowing slightly as you take in just how dark the room still is. “What time is it?”

Seonghwa, who has begun placing tender kisses along the skin of your thighs once more, smiles up at you from between your legs. “Not yet dawn.”

You stretch lightly, brushing a hand over your forehead as you take a deep breath in. “What time did you get in last night? I didn’t hear you come home.”

That single, simple word makes him smile, heart warming inside of his chest.

“Not that long ago.” He noses along your thigh, drifting closer and closer to your core with each movement. “I’m glad my return didn’t wake you. Though, it was a treat seeing you wearing those Tweety Bird pyjama shorts I got you.”

Your face flares with heat, averting your gaze to the side.

“They’re comfy.” You mumble, the cutest of pouts tugging at your lips.

Seonghwa chuckles, a soft expression resting on his features as he admires every inch of you before him. The way your fingers lightly begin to play with some strands of his hair has him leaning into your touch.

A pleased rumble shakes his chest, hands caressing over the sides of your thighs and up your hips. Lightly, his gaze flicks downwards, shifting between staring into your eyes before glancing hungrily at your dripping cunt.

“Beloved…”

The desperate moan Seonghwa lets out goes straight to your core, causing you to clench around nothing. A movement of which he eagerly catches.

“Yes, Seonghwa?”

A shiver caresses his spine as you coo his name so tenderly.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“More.” His voice trembles in need as his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. He pulls your closer, chest beginning to rise and fall dramatically as he stares, transfixed, at your weeping cunt. “Give me more.”

“Greedy little angel…” You chuckle, tracing your fingers over the side of his cheek. “Don’t you know that gluttony is a sin?”

“But I made a mess, Beloved.” Wide eyes peer up at you, a dark lust swirling behind the guise of innocence. “A beautiful, intoxicating mess. It’s only right that I clean you up.”

“You can’t fool me, Angel.” The corner of your lips quirk upwards in amusement, eyes shining as you peer down at him. “I know you only want to clean me up just so you can make a mess out of me again.”

A pout tugs at his features, eyebrows drooping dramatically. “But I love making a mess out of you.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, then.” You smile, gently brushing some hair out of his eyes. “I love it, too.”

Seonghwa does not need to be told twice.

Without wasting another second, his tongue is back on you. This time, his movements are a lot slower. More precise. No drop is to go to waste. He wants to take his time, letting you feel every ounce of his love and passion for you. He wants you to know just how much he desires you, and just how much he enjoys this.

Pleased hums escape him as he drags his tongue through your folds, laving his mouth over your entire pussy. Dark eyes lock onto your own as he suckles and licks at your cunt, wings fluttering lightly in the air. His hands creep up your sides, touch trailing against your skin as he shifts to cup your breasts. He pinches at your nipples, rolling the pert buds between his fingers before tugging at them gently.

A low moan parts your lips, arching into his touch. Almost immediately, your hands come up to cover his own, pressing them firmer against your breasts. The content rumble that shakes his chest goes straight to your core, clenching around his tongue as he buries the muscle into your tight cunt.

Curling his tongue, his nose brushes tenderly against your clit. He pinches at your nipples once more, squeezing the flesh of your breasts appreciatively. As your hips begin to grind against him, he smirks. Humming contently, Seonghwa shifts to wrap his lips back around that sensitive little bundle of nerves, suckling lightly before flicking his tongue against you.

Soft moans and whimpers slip passed your lips, fingers returning to his hair to pull him in closer. Your whole body feels as if it’s floating, completely relaxing beneath his touch as pleasure courses through your veins.

Everything about him is sinful. From the way his dark eyes shine beneath the light of the moon, captivating you in their loving, lustful pools. To the way his hands trace over your skin, burning multiple paths of desire, comfort, safety, and fulfillment all at the same time. You cannot count the amount of times he’s lost himself in you using just his tongue, and you know that tonight is no exception.

Your heart swells with nothing but love as he reaches out for your free hand. Almost instantly, he’s intertwining your fingers with his, squeezing gently.

He’s right here, and he always will be.

Using his opposite hand, he parts your folds with two fingers. His tongue licks a long strip up your cunt before flattening over your clit. Now that he’s opened you completely to him, there is nothing in the way for him to be able to give you the most pleasure that he can.

A deep groan reverberates against you, hot breaths hitting your cunt with every exhale.

“Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure to worship.” A tender kiss is placed upon your clit. “Perfect, delectable little cunt… Only one I’ll ever want. Only one I’ll ever need.”

Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head, thighs shaking from his words. Your fingers tighten in his hair, squeezing his hand in your own as you whimper his name.

“That’s it, Beloved,” He coos, bumping his nose against your clit affectionately. “Say my name. Scream my name to the heavens and tell them who your eternal servant is. Tell them who it always will be. In this life, and the next. For all eternity.”

Your whole body begins to tremble as he wraps his lips around your clit, gently suckling on that sensitive little bundle of nerves. He purposely keeps you suspended in bliss, teetering right on the edge as he watches your whole being flood with ecstasy.

Pride fills his chest at how you whimper and whine for him, your hips desperately rolling against his tongue as he teases at your cunt.

“Tell me, Beloved,” A harsh suck is given to your clit, his eyes flashing as he locks gazes with you. “Who does such a delectable pussy belong to?”

All that you can manage is a desperate moan, chest heaving as that building pressure becomes almost unbearable within you. You can feel your clit practically pulsating, beginning to clench rhythmically around nothing.

“Who’s pretty pussy am I allowed to worship? To devour?”

“Seonghwa-“

“Say it.” Dark eyes flash beneath the moonlight, tone sharp as he growls lowly. “Come on, Pretty Girl. I want to hear you say it.”

Your breath hitches, nearing choking on a whine. Squeezing your eyes shut at the pleasure overwhelming your every nerve, you attempt to steady your shaking form. Taking a deep breath in, you go to speak.

However, the moment the words begin to form on your lips, Seonghwa wraps his own back around your clit, sucking harshly.

“Fuck-“ Inhaling sharply, your eyes fly open. Your voice borders on a scream as you just manage to choke out, “My pretty pussy is all yours to devour-“

Your words get caught in your throat as another loud curse escapes you, tossing your head back onto the pillows.

Seonghwa snarls against your cunt, shaking his head back and forth rapidly as he eagerly continues to suck at your clit. His hands tighten over you, pulling you impossibly closer as his wings flare out behind him.

A scream of his name tears from your throat, whole body shaking as your back arches from the bed. Your orgasm crashes into you unforgivingly, feet lifting slightly in the air from the intensity. Desperate whines and moans of his name escape you, clenching around nothing as your release floods out of you.

Only, Seonghwa doesn’t stop there.

Your cries of ecstasy only serve to spur him on as he slides the two fingers he had been using to spread your pussy open for him into your cunt. The feeling of your walls sucking him in, squeezing around his digits so delicately makes him groan. A shudder wracks his whole body, eyes closing briefly in bliss as his cock throbs against the sheets. Already he’s so close to coming again, but first, he needs to see you falling apart for him again. Because of him.

With practiced ease, he curls his fingers right up against that special spot inside of you. His tongue flicks at your clit, placing delicate kisses against that sensitive little bud before sucking harshly at it once more. The lewd, wet slurping sounds of his tongue on your cunt fill the room, only serving to make him even more feral than he already is.

High pitched moans escape you, tears of pleasure beginning to line your eyes as your whole body shakes beneath his hold. Your thighs squeeze around his head, not even deterring him in the slightest as you wither and whine. Every little touch makes your head spin, pleasure overwhelming your every sense.

You both wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Fuck- Seonghwa!” You gasp out, eyes squeezing shut as you practically curl into his touch. “Don’t stop-“ A catch in your breath as you cling to him for dear life. “Please, don’t fucking stop!”

A snarl of agreement fills the air, adding more pressure to his fingers as he massages over that special spot deep inside of you. His lips never once leave your clit, hooded gaze locked on your figure and practically demanding that you to fall apart for him right now.

With one final flick over your clit, you do.

Like lightning streaking across the sky, your orgasm crackles through your veins like a flash of electricity. Another scream of his name tears from your throat, broken and desperate as you squirt all over his face. Each movement against your cunt has you shuddering beneath his touch, vision blurring at the corners as the first of your tears of pleasure begin to slide down your cheeks.

Your hold on him is like a vice, grounding yourself to him as your chest heaves with every breath. You can feel something warm and wet splatter lightly against your thighs, Seonghwa’s deep moans beginning to harmonize alongside your own.

The way you notice his wings trembling in the air through your blissful haze causes the corners of your lips to twitch upwards. Knowing he’s just as affected as you are right now makes warmth swell inside of your chest, nothing but love flooding your very soul.

Seonghwa rests his forehead tenderly against your thigh while he catches his breath. His head swims with nothing but you, overwhelmed in the best of ways. Every ounce of his desire for you flows beneath the surface of his skin, drowning him in an undeniable ecstasy that only you can bring him. Seeing you like this - your pure and unfiltered form indulging in all that he has to offer - is unlike any other sensation he has ever felt in his entire existence.

He could never tire of this.

He could never tire of you.

Sliding his fingers from your cunt while releasing his hold on your hand, Seonghwa begins trailing kisses back up your body. Each press of his lips against you is soft, taking his time to admire every contour of your body. Every dip and curve of your glorious figure is sacred to him, and he never wants you to forget how beautiful you truly are.

How beautiful you have always been.

Finally, his lips return to your own, giving you a deep and tender kiss which conveys his undying affections for you. Soft hums are breathed out against you, Seonghwa cupping your cheek gently in one hand while he slides his opposite arm around your waist. Pulling your chest flush against his own, he settles himself comfortably between your legs.

The feeling of his cock sliding through your wet folds, already hard and aching for you once more, makes you smile.

“My insatiable Little Sinner,” You coo, threading your fingers gently through his hair.

“When it comes to you?” His lips quirk upwards against your own, eyes shining with nothing but pure devotion as he openly admires you before him. “Always.”

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gamemakerm · 10 months ago

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In honor of Mermay and the current trend of Animal/Therian HRT going around (inspired by @ayviedoesthings's Dragon HRT series, @welldrawnfish's Fish HRT, @kaylasartwork's Bat HRT, @nyxisart's Puppy HRT, @deadeyedfae's Human HRT, etc etc etc, love all your work), I wanted to share the short story I wrote last year about medically turning yourself into a mermaid. This got published in WriteHive's Reclaiming Joy anthology, and we're now just outside of the six-month publishing exclusivity, so I can make it publicly available.

This was really raw to write for me, and there are trigger warnings for transphobia(/whatever the equivalent would be for mermaids?), implications of violence and hate crimes. However all the stories in the anthology were ultimately about perseverance, courage and love. I hope you enjoy, and if you want to get this and eleven other uplifting stories I can't recommend the anthology enough (though this is the only one relevant to the tags as far as I know). And if you really, really like it, you can buy me a kofi!

Scales

When the scales began to break through skin, they said you were becoming a monster. Blue and green, seafoam to pearl. You weren’t certain at what point you started to believe them.

You began to wrap yourself in tighter layers, a futile effort not to draw attention to the rough patches. Elbows, knees, along your arms, mottled with foundation and concealer caked on like spackle. Toner to offset the iridescent shine so that a passing glance wouldn’t be drawn to it. Constant checks and double checks, bathroom visits far beyond the routine.

Your careful camouflage is usually enough to deflect scrutiny, but occasionally a stranger catches on. Nobody has said anything to you yet, but you have noticed more glances on the train. The old woman’s frown of disapproval. The young man with something to prove to you, himself, the world. His jaw tightens as he calculates his ability to start something. You tuck your chin and pretend to be busy with your phone. In the dark screen you can see the skin flaking on your cheeks. The beginnings of another patch betray you.

As you touch up in the bathroom mirror you tell yourself you wanted this, that you were prepared for the hardships.

You walk to the public library after your shift ends. You walk most places these days, telling yourself it’s a last hurrah. The fact is you sold your car to make a dent in the cost. You’ll sell everything eventually. You’re going to have to.

The forums have a list of books everyone checks out when they choose this path. There aren’t many and most are fantasy. There’s a running joke: if anyone mentions Hans Christen Anderson, run. You spot The Little Mermaid on a small display. You don’t run. You check out your books. The librarian gives a knowing nod, but doesn’t remark. You silently thank her for the discretion.

You take a long shower, makeup swirling down the drain. You can’t help but scratch at the itching patches on your thighs, peeling skin tearing away for new growth. Shampoo and blood circle under your feet. Your fingernails are sharper than they were this morning. You exfoliate, letting the city, public transit, the glances of strangers be cleansed. Your reflection in the mirror, a colorful smattering of new scales dusting your cheeks, is tear-streaked, ethereal. Beautiful.

You knock the concealer into the trash bin.

Your mother left a voicemail. She avoids the elephant seal in the room, talking about her gardening, your cousin’s new baby. She lingers for a moment, then: You’re being selfish. She burns brightly as a beratement begins, emboldened. But without someone to riff with she loses her steam, trails off and repeats it. You’re being shellfish. She can’t help it; she laughs despite herself. There’s a minute where she doesn’t speak, but you can tell she’s waiting for the sob in the back of her throat to settle. She promises she’ll come to your party and the voicemail ends.

You still haven’t heard from your father. You don’t expect you will. You’ve made peace with that.

You do your weekly injection on the alternating leg, needle piercing deep in a gap between scales. The plunger delivers 200mg of concentrated hope directly into your bloodstream, salt water in salt water. You put a hello kitty bandaid over it and wait for the feeling of ice in your veins to settle, the tension to go out of your muscles. It doesn’t.

You pass an enraged man on the street, spit flying, a home-made sandwich board making his message clear: The Siren Is The Devil’s Agent. The back offers an equally cogent argument: Go Back To Atlantis, Fish Freaks. You would if you could, you think dryly. He notices you and seethes, but the current of the crowd carries you away before he can curse you out.

You drag your potted plants down to the front stoop and post a craigslist ad: free to a good home. They’re gone within the hour. You allow yourself the rare indulgence of posting a selfie, eyes closed, serene, to the reddit: Learning to love my scales <3! It’s still difficult to type on your phone with the new claws. The upvotes start to come in; everyone loves a guppie.

You catch up on the shows you haven’t gotten to yet. Where there was once only the metaphorical List, there is now an actual list. Despite your best efforts it’s becoming increasingly clear you’re not going to finish all of them. You knock a few off, restructure it based on length. It still looks too long.

You have dreams about choking on toxic waste, getting minced by a boat propeller. You keep a running count of the number of times you’ve dreamt of getting your head stuck in a six-pack of soda rings. You’re up to four.

Every few days you do laps in the local pool. You’re getting faster, but you feel exposed. There are whispers around the locker room.

Your cat knows something is happening, but doesn’t understand what that means for her. You hold her whenever and for as long as she’ll allow, give her as many pets and treats as she wants. Despite clearing out your apartment you’ve spoiled her. She licks the scales on your cheek as you cry over her. This seems to inspire something in her; she demands her tuna crunchies. Dutifully you give her the tuna crunchies. She can have as many tuna crunchies as she wants.

You doomscroll your twitter feed, making sure this isn’t the day you lose access to your meds because of some white man in a suit. A sister is assaulted by a violent extremist with a sense of humor: he shot her with a harpoon gun. Her crowdfunding campaign starts on the maidens reddit and goes viral.

You triple check to make sure your friend is still willing to take your cat when you go. They promise to spoil her and tell her stories of you every day. You continue to cry over it. They invite you out for sushi to talk about it, then backtrack to ask if that’s a microaggression. You go to sushi. You’re thankful for the distraction.

By the time your legs are more scale than skin and your fingers begin to develop webbing you’ve given up on pretense. The looks are now constant, but you get reflective sunglasses and a new patch for your jacket: Don’t like it? Drown, with a scaled hand reaching out of water and flipping the bird. You put the energy out into the world, and the world doesn’t fuck with you.

Children love you. Their parents do not.

On the train a young girl quietly asks if she can feel your scales. You allow her to touch her little fingers to the aquamarine pattern running up your arm, giving her your most reassuring (but still fanged) smile. She’s fearless, enamored, reverent. Her mother pulls her daughter away and hastily apologizes for her, not looking you in the eye. But you know that girl believes in magic now.

A group of white supremacists go out on a boat loaded with assault rifles for “no reason” and get lost at sea. This is somehow your fault.

The day your fins begin to push their way out from your arms, your boss calls you into his office. You both know he can’t fire you in this and seven other states, but you both also know you won’t be staying much longer. He’s done his best to make you aware you’re making his life more difficult. You put in your two weeks before he can flounder for another excuse. He moors you with paperwork for the rest of the afternoon.

Someone leaves a rotting fish in your pool locker. You don’t go back, and you don’t file a report. You tell yourself the chlorine was bad for the gills freshly forming under your ribs anyway.

Your friends take you out clubbing. You lose yourself under the waves of music, submerged under strobe lights and the salty sweat of dancing bodies. You whisper sweet nothings into a stranger’s ear, entrancing her as you move against each other. You can see iridescence shining around her eyes, shimmering glitter and an emerging pattern beneath makeup. You brush a thumb against her cheek and she melts into your touch. You don’t get her name. You don’t need to; you’re both not long for this world. You catch up with your friends smoking outside, your lips still tingling with vermouth.

Weeks pass. Work ends. Your apartment is down to furniture and cat supplies. You take longer showers. News stories continue to come out, the machine churns and roils: monsters walking among humans, the mark of the beast, sacrificing daughters to the ocean.

You make sure your meds are reupped for the final stretch.

When your legs start to merge you know you don’t have much time left. You donate the last boxes of your clothes. Your friends get first dibs on furniture before it’s put on the street. They bring drinks and sit on your floor, an impromptu celebration and wake. They ask all the usual questions: what are you going to do for food? Shelter? What if you get hurt, or attacked by a shark? Do they have waterproof laptops yet? Will they ever see you again? What if it isn’t right for you? Can you ever come back?

You don’t know how to answer most of those questions. The group stays with you through the night. At 4AM you put on The Little Mermaid and the group drunkenly sings along. Everyone knows the words. It’s juvenile and you can hear the maidens on the reddit rolling their eyes and tutting about misrepresentation, but you know everyone in your position does it. You try not to cry, but the waterworks start and don’t stop.

At daybreak you put your cat into her harness and everyone piles into a friend’s van. It’s not far to the beach, but they take the long way around. One final tour of the land. Your cat sits on your lap and stares out the windows as you pass old haunts, your grocery store, your gym, your high school. You realize you still have library books to return and almost get them to turn around, but someone promises to go back for them afterwards.

There’s an isolated area on the beach where a canopy and tables are set up; banners, food, friends. It’s a regular going away party, as if you’re going on a short trip abroad. You suppose you are, in a way. Someone rented a wheelchair with fat tires to help you get down to the beach.

When your mother arrives she pulls her shirt off to show her custom-made clam bra. Her eyes are already red and puffy, but she’s doing her best to be energetic and upbeat. She holds you for a long time and says she’s happy for you, that you’re beautiful, that you’re so much stronger than she ever was, and then she puts on a brave face to help everyone get served at the buffet. Your cat chases small crabs across the beach around you, and you sit in the sand. The party goes strong.

The tides come up until your fin is tickled by the seafoam. Everyone knows that means it’s time to go. You pass your cat off to her new owner and she gives you a last headbutt. She seems to understand. You kiss your mother’s cheek one last time and she clings to you. The group raises their drinks as you paddle out, disappearing beneath the waves. You give them the money shot and leap out of the water on your way out of the sound, and you can hear cheering from the shoreline. You hope someone got a video for the maidens.

You keep the city in sight for a while, but the currents lead you further into open waters. There are boaters out on the water who wave to you. You wave back and keep swimming up the coast.

At dusk you rise to the surface and watch the setting sun turn the horizon from blue to pink to purple and orange. There’s nothing for leagues around. As the sun sinks below the waves and the skies darken you sing your first real siren’s song. Shaky and imperfect, it soon resounds over the ocean breeze. You leave everything behind in it. There are no words, only feeling and sound. It’s a lament, an invocation, a dirge. It is many things, but it isn’t an apology. You have nothing to apologize for.

In the seas beyond a chorus joins in with a language you never learned but understand, integrating your song into theirs. You swim to join them.

#animal hrt #furry hrt #dragon hrt #therian hrt #otherkin #mermaid #mermay #mermay 2024 #transgender #tf hrt #mythical hrt?#writing #short story #writeblr

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swarvey · 8 months ago

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when you've moved on | elliott x gn!reader | part two

summary -> he slowly lost interest in you after you got married. now he watches you fall back in love with someone else. warnings -> very slight mention of nsfw, implied age gap, mainly just angst! wc -> 1106

a/n: i swear i keep trying to write for the bachelorettes but then get inspired with an idea for the bachelors :') anyways have this, decided to do elliott since he's "so much older and wiser" iykyk.

this was inspired by the dialogue you get when your hearts with your sdv spouse gets low, except i flipped the tables :) lmk if you guys want to see this as a series!!

part one -> the way i loved you (sebastian)

tolerate it -> "what would you do if i break free and leave us in ruins?"

elliott's pen hovers over the page in front of him, unmoving for the past ten minutes now. his grip tightens, knuckles white in frustration as he finally releases it, falling back in his chair with his eyes closed as it clatters onto his table.

his writer's block has never been worse, and it's because all he can think of is you.

more so, his loss of you.

no matter how many times he replays the scenario in his head, he can't make sense of how he lost you. he still remembers his wedding day, how he couldn't help but tear up at the sight of you approaching him down the aisle.

"you said you wouldn't cry," you'd teased him.

"i said i would try, my dear," he responded, touching your cheek gently, "but how can i not? your beauty is otherworldly today."

he remembers his vows, his promise to always be by your side. he remembers kissing you like his life depended on it. he remembers going home with you that night, in disbelief that he could finally call you his as he pulled his hair into a bun, mermaid's pendant hitting his bare chest as he dragged you to the bedroom.

"i love you, y/n," he'd said after, both of you panting in exhaustion and satisfaction beside each other. "more than anything else in this universe. i wouldn't trade you for a hundred iridium bars."

you'd laughed, turning your head to look at him with shining eyes and pink cheeks. "really? how about a thousand?"

"nor a thousand."

"ten thousand?"

"not even ten thousand bars, no."

". . . how about a hundred thousand?"

"no, not even a hundred thousand bars!" he'd turned to you then, wide-eyed and holding back a grin at the sight of your scheming gaze. "my love, let's be reasonable—"

"what about a million bars?"

"wha . . . a million bars of pure iridium . . . ? dear, don't make me do this . . ."

"a-ha!" you'd said, sitting up in bed suddenly. "so you would!"

"i never said such a thing!"

at the sight of his pout, you had sprawled yourself on top of him, planting a kiss on his nose as he looked down at you with a smile.

"i love you, too, el."

elliott sighs, his head falling forward into his hand. one part of him wishes to hear you utter those words again; the other prays he'll one day forget you ever said them.

the first few seasons after the wedding had been dreamlike — elliott had never felt so full of life before. it was like being with you had opened his eyes to how colorful and bright the world could be. sometimes he would wake up before you and admire your sleeping figure, a soft smile appearing on his lips every time he caught a glimpse of your necklace.

he doesn't remember when the spark began to fade, though.

no, he only recalls the days he began to leave the farm early in the morning to spend time alone in his old cabin on the beach, coming back only for dinner. the two of you would eat quietly, sitting at opposite ends of the table. he would ask and answer questions shortly, mainly focusing on the dull, uninspiring feeling he seemed to get every time he was in your shared house.

he never noticed the sad look filling your eyes, begging him to pay attention to you, to show you the love he once had for you. he paid no mind to how your face lit up every time he came home, only to deflate as he walked past you. he never even thought about how your conversations with him had turned one-sided, as he would spill his troubles to you without even giving you a chance to share yours.

not until it was too late, that is.

". . . do you still love me?"

it was a question he never thought he would hear from you, and yet he'd unknowingly driven you to that point. elliott had never heard silence so loud until then, realizing that, for some reason, he couldn't answer your question.

"answer me, elliott," you'd said, voice wavering as he uneasily met your eyes. "i need to know this. i feel like you've been treating me like a kid lately — when i talk to you, i can barely get a word out without you lecturing me. you're barely home to even do that anymore."

he scoffed. "please, y/n, be reasonable," he had replied, the same words he had said that night after professing his love to you. "i've simply been a bit caught up lately, that's all. i need my own time to write."

"seriously? that's what you're going to say?" you shook your head, crossing your arms as you looked at him pleadingly. "why are you acting like this? do you seriously think being a bit older than me justifies how you've been treating me?"

"that has nothing to do with our situation," he snapped sharply, then sighed. "please, can we go to bed? i'm tired of this." he started towards the bedroom door, leaving you behind him.

"you never answered my question."

he stopped.

"it's okay, el," you'd whispered. "i had a feeling i already knew. i was just hoping you would at least be able to tell me."

so now, here he is. unable to finish the sequel to his novel because he'd dedicated the first one to you, and what's the point of writing a second one if you're no longer by his side?

what's the point if you have sebastian now, who spends every second with you? who is much younger than him and rides a motorcycle? who gives you a mermaid's pendant — a year after the two of you separated, by the way — and makes sure the entire town can make it to your wedding?

he doesn't know what you see in him. sure, his passion for music is a bit admirable, but can he really treat you properly? there's no way seb can make you smile, make you laugh, make you cry out of pure joy or pleasure like he did.

elliott had attended the wedding, of course, so he could make sure you were happy.

he most certainly wasn't hoping to see a twinge of hesitation, maybe even regret in your eyes as you walked down the aisle again.

as elliott abandons his writing and heads out the doorway of his cabin, the image of you happier than he'd ever seen you while passionately kissing sebastian is burned into his mind.

you are no longer his, and it's entirely his fault.

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chrisbratt333 · 1 month ago

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𓆉⋆｡˚⋆❀ 🫧𓇼

Author’s Note: I’m so happy to start this AU, I’ve been thinking of this specific AU and gathering everything to write this out. This is all my own work and this is not to be used as inspiration or to be copied <3

This series will include smut, mentions of blood (nothing too graphic just typical vampire stuff), biting kink, & fluff. MDNI

🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓

ྀ࿓ Incredibly, rough in bed. He has supernatural speed and strength from being a vampire, and that definitely carries on into the bedroom. Fast thrusts going in and out of you at a rate that has you not knowing when he is pulling out or pushing back in; pure pleasure is coursed through your body resulting in a hazy bliss state of mind.

“So..s..so fucking…go..good” Matt groans in your ear as his sharp thrust only seems to speed up as your walls continue to trap him in. “Fuck…fuck baby….gonna…shit…gonna cum…want me…fuck…wanna fill you up…ah…” Sinking his pearly white fangs into your shoulder. With a loud groan mixing in with a strangled out whimper, Matt coats your insides with his thick, hot cum. Pulling his head out from the crook of your neck he mumbles out soft praises and peppers soft, passionate kisses along your shoulders, not forgetting to smooth this warm tongue over the bite marks etched unto your neck.

ྀ࿓ Since you are a siren and Matt is a vampire, eternal life is granted for both supernatural beings. However Matt desperately craves to mark you as his and his alone. Begging you day and night to let him turn you into a vampire and be claimed as his for this life and the next. Until one day you surprise him….

“Hi handsome.” You whisper into Matt’s ear as you hug him from behind. Matt melts into your warm embrace with a soft sigh, before turning to face you and scooping you up in his arms. “Hi sweetheart.” He says peppering your face with kisses. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you look into his eyes, sharing soft loving smiles at each other. “I need to tell you something and when I do please don’t freak out and accidentally throw me.” You giggle out while looking up into his curious, big blue eyes. Without waiting on a response you continue on, “I’ve been thinking and I am ready for you to turn me.” You say while shyly smiling. Matt’s pearly white fangs shines against the light as his grin etches across his face. “Fuck…baby…are you positive?” He asks as you begin to feel something poking your ass from below. He’s hard. You allowing him to turn you into a vampire and to mark you as his for entirety made him hard. His possessiveness already peeking through at the idea of claiming you as his. The process was much easier than expected and Matt held you the entire way through only having to suck out your blood in exchange to get his blood into your system. However, the process was tiring for you due to the amount of blood removed and Matt’s blood entering your system. To say you were exhausted was an understatement, Matt made sure you stayed warm and hydrated throughout the night and never once left your side. Promising his eternal love to you forever not only with his marking on you, but with his undying affection words and actions.

ྀ࿓ Biting kink. Doesn’t matter if you are biting him or if he is biting you. He craves the feel of teeth of flesh. Once his or your new fangs settle onto each other’s skin, he is cumming load after load filling you up each time with whispered words of passion and adoration towards you.

ྀ࿓ With your newfound speed you two discovered a new little game between the two of you. Cat and Mouse. Dashing through the dark forest with Matt hot on your heels you can’t stop the heartbeat down there from the thrill of it all, knowing that when he catches you he won’t be letting you go for the rest of the night, lips clashing against lips until morning, sweaty bodies sticking to each other, the only noises that will be heard is whimpers and “I love you’s” and “mine” from the both of you.

ྀ࿓ The sex is 10x more intense due to both of your senses being heightened. You’re able to feel every inch and vein push through your heated warmth. Every fiber of yours is shivering and shaking due to the high that comes from Matt’s pointy fangs piercing through your delicate, soft skin.

ྀ࿓ Every night without fail, you two fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each others embrace. Sleeping skin to skin with no barriers is a must, and not to mention the nightly cock warm of having each other as not so humanly close as possible.

🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓

Author’s Note: I hope you love this just as much as I do. Any and all request and questions and more than appreciate please come talk and send it ask about these two. Much more is to come for this pair….

#sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fanfic

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btswithluv13 · 3 months ago

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Two Friends

bestfriend!Jungkook x fem!Reader

[fluff, angst, ongoing series]

teaser: Friends, just for now?

warnings: alcohol, language, infidelity (kinda?)

recommended songs: Sparks - Coldplay // Night Bus - Gabrielle Alpin // Clementine - Wet

Note: I have been sitting on this for a while and originally wanted this to be a one-shot. It’s heavily heavily inspired by Love, Rosie so please be warned, it’s going to be angsty. Not sure how many chapters this will be but I have Chapter 2 ready to go after some editing and Chapter 3 in the works soooo, please look forward to it :D

Chapter 1 - A Toast to the Bride and Groom

wc: 920

You've dreamt about this day, fantasized about it even. The wedding hall was beautifully decorated with carefully curated and meticulously placed flowers and soft warm lights illuminating the space. You take a minute to look around taking everything in and thinking how surreal this all feels. The pianist starts to play a melodious song making the atmosphere even more romantic. In just a few moments, everything's going to be different. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to control your nerves.

Jungkook stood by the altar waiting. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with his hair slicked back. It’s so different from his usual casual attire but still he is as handsome as ever. He looked nervous as he started scanning through the crowd. His eyes land on you and his expression eases as you offer him a gentle smile. You’ve always been each other’s safe place.

You can't help but think about how much you and him have grown. It feels like yesterday when you and him met in middle school. You remember how he looked with his bangs covering his doe like eyes and how much he hated it when people would take notice.

You both kept to yourselves and so you hadn’t really talked to him before until some dumb kids started messing with you causing you to trip and drop the things you were carrying. Of course, Jungkook happened to be there at the right time. You thought he’d join in on teasing but instead, he silently helped you pick up your things and from then on you decided he was someone who had to be in your life.

You were happy… at least that’s what you tell yourself as The Wedding March starts to play and the bride makes her way to the altar to join Jungkook. There's a pang in your heart as you think about how things could've been.

In another life it would've been you standing beside him. It would've been you he was looking at with stars in his eyes, saying his vows and declaring his love to. Except it isn't and you thought you made peace with it. You told yourself It would be alright, at least Jungkook would still be in your life. At least, his soon-to-be-wife was nice... You tell yourself you'd be fine, you’d repeat it to yourself again and again until it would be true.

The ceremony goes by in a blur and it was finally time for the speeches. Of course you were going to speak, it’s your best friend’s wedding. Just get through it, it'll all be over soon. Your grip on the mic tightens as you prepare. There's a lump in your throat now and you try your best to swallow it down along with all the brimming emotions.

“Good evening everyone… first of all congratulations to both of you!” You tried your best to sound cheerful, your smile not quite meeting your eyes. “For those who don’t know me, I’m ___ and I’ve known Jungkook all my life and because I’ve known him all my life I feel compelled to warn you all. Please don't let Jungkook grab a hold of the mic! He will not stop singing, trust me I learned this the hard way.” Earning a light laugh from the audience and a playful glare from Jungkook, you continue.

“I am so lucky to get to know someone who shines as bright as Jungkook and everyone who has had the chance to bask in his light would know just how special he is. I’ve always thought that Jungkook’s bowl grew to hold more capacity throughout the years but it turns out, I underestimated just how much it would take to fill it…”

You look at him fully now, both your gazes unwavering. “and so as I have come to learn just how much kindness and love his heart has to give, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to give it back. I will always support you and your decisions. I love you, Jungkook.” There’s an expression on his face now that you can’t quite read. You wonder if you’re overdoing it, if the audience can sense the storm of emotions brewing inside you and the true intentions of your words… your feelings. You clear your throat.

“...like a sister loves a brother and so I'm glad he has you now,” Glancing at his wife. “To fill in his bowl.” Your voice falters a bit and not trusting your composure you end the speech by giving a toast to the bride and the groom. The crowd gives an applause and you see Jungkook mouth you a thank you as he wipes a lone tear from his face. You nod at him, tears also threatening to spill but you hold it in. It's done. The hardest part of this night was over and you feel the tension in your body ease up a bit.

The night continues on with festivities and you decide to step outside for some fresh air. The moon's glow accompanies you as you reflect on what you were feeling. You've dreamt about this day, fantasized about it even… but that's the problem about dreaming, it's never going to be your reality if you don't act upon it. You love Jungkook and if you were brave enough maybe things would’ve been different. You come to the conclusion that sometimes loving someone means loving them enough to let them go. You'll be alright, you think this time, it's true.

#jeon jeongguk #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts imagines #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts angst #jungkook x you #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook

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Beckham II: 1 New Beginning

Please find instagram aesthetic here.

Post here explains how I've wrote it, I think it's quite simple.

This is the first part of my new series and I hope you enjoy xx (3k words)

“Do you ever think about how crazy it is that you’re an icon in Barcelona and yet your dad played for Real Madrid?”

“I try not to think about that. I think that bothers him more than me.”

“Does he have any Barcelona shirts?”

“Of course he does.”

…..

“David, how does it feel watching your daughter play for Barcelona?”

“It’s the best feeling in the world. I’m guessing you were expecting some kind of rivalry but I’ll always support my daughter.”

…..

Barcelona, February 2023.

One down, nine to go.

It was like clockwork in your brain. Training would finish, everyone else would rush to get back into the training room and get back to their everyday life. Yet here you were, on your own, just how you like it. You and the ball. Free kick after free kick after free kick. Ten in total, all from different areas, all with different aims but each one just as equally important in your brain.

Barcelona was a dream. You were here with the best players in the world but you hated letting anyone down. Every little mistake was over-analysed, picked at all because of who you were. At the weekend it was a wonder save which stopped one nestling in the top corner but that didn’t matter. It hadn’t gone in and therefore didn’t meet your expectations.

The expectations you put on yourself, multiplied by that moment four years ago.

You loved your father but many people probably didn’t understand that there wasn’t a gene for taking good free kicks.

Unbeknownst to you, all of this was about to change. “You’ve got a visitor.”

“If it’s another journalist, tell them I’m not interested.”

You couldn’t be bothered with whatever reply the press officer would tell you. It was the same every day. Someone wanted to speak to you, you said no. They came back the next day.

You’d think they’d get bored after four years of consistent turn aways but that was never the case. You did the press conferences, the interviews after games but a sit-down full-length interview was not something you felt like you could ever handle.

So you carried on, resetting the ball in the correct spot. Back to just you and the ball.

For February it was a sunny afternoon in Barcelona, the sun was still shining for the mid-afternoon with minimal wind. Perfect conditions to practice and as your teammates had pointed out you hadn’t needed any more persuasion to get that training vest on, your tattoos on full show. Along with football they were your biggest passion, your phone was full of tattoo inspiration and little doodles you did when you were bored, they were a big part of you and maybe the image you wanted to create for yourself.

You took inspiration from everything, football, the environment, your father. Growing up many would say you were already a carbon copy of him but the tattoos were the icing on the cake. Your mother may not have been as happy about them but they promised to accept all your passions and that included turning up every few months with a new collection of tattoos to show off.

…..

“Maria, is she copying you?”

“You’ll have to ask her. No of course not, I would say we take great inspiration from each other. We’ve got a few matching ones, I’ve done a few on her and she’s done the same to me. That’s kind of what started our friendship.”

“You both have ‘looks can be deceiving’ on your necks, is that true for her?”

“Depends on what you think of her. Maybe some find her scary but you have to find out if that’s true yourself.”

…..

You could hear someone approaching you, watching as you took the next kick nestling it into the bottom corner underneath the imaginary wall.

“Y/N, have you got five minutes?” The unmistakable voice of Sarina. Many people would love Serena Weigman to turn up at their training session, not you. Not now.

Shit. You almost didn’t want to turn around. Maybe if you stayed facing the other way she would leave. Leave you be in the bubble you’d created for yourself, nothing good could come out of this conversation.

But of course the Dutch woman wasn’t going to leave that easily, edging closer to you. “I only want to talk.”

“I gave you my answer a year ago.”

“Lots can change in a year. Five minutes. If you still want me to leave after, I’ll leave.”

Maybe it was worth hearing what she had to say. Nothing could change your mind anyway, you’d hear whatever she had to say and then she could leave.

You knew what she was here for and it didn’t surprise you what came out of her mouth next. “I want you back, I name my squad next week and I want you ready to play for us at the World Cup.”

“And I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“The fans are not that accepting, the players don’t deserve to be drawn into that drama because of me.”

“There’s always drama in football.” Maybe she had a point but off the back of the Euro’s success the lionesses have had nothing but positivity from the media and public. “We’ve lost Beth, we’ve lost Fran and I think the players would welcome your experience in that position. It’s your decision but I know deep down you want to prove people wrong and I want to give you that opportunity.”

“Some would say I don’t deserve that.”

“It will be different this time.”

“How?”

“It’s been four years, everything’s changed. We protect you guys, you have support systems in place, we have support systems. It’s not individuals anymore, it’s a team.”

“I made that decision to protect myself.” Almost four years ago you’d sent that letter, asking not to be selected for international duty again. They had no choice but to accept it and when Serena came into the role she approached you but you told her a tournament on home soil was not something you could mentally cope with. Not yet. “Why would now be different?”

“I’ve watched every game you’ve played in the last 18 months. I know you may not see a difference in yourself but I do, the interview after you lost to Lyon showed your spirit, your drive. I need players like you, it won’t be easy but I don’t want something that happened four years ago to stop you showing the world how talented you are.”

You were conflicted. Of course you’d love nothing more than to prove all those who bashed you before wrong, to make a difference on the world stage after winning every trophy you could with Barcelona. On the other hand it was just opening a can of worms you’d hidden all those years ago. Although you were only in Spain it felt like a different world, you turned your comments off on social media and they never came back on. Interviews were a no-go and your former friends were now distant acquaintances.

“Can I think about?”

“Of course you can. Like I said, the squad goes out on Tuesday so I need an answer by Monday. Any questions, I’m coming to the match on Sunday, maybe I can speak to you after?”

“Thank you.” With a soft squeeze to your shoulder she was off, except now you couldn’t focus knowing you were about to make a decision which would change everything.

…..

“You seem distracted.”

In hindsight it probably wasn’t the best idea to accept the dinner invite from Maria and Ingrid but you knew your best friends wouldn’t take no for an answer. The three of you along with Frido were sat at their dinner table, tucking into the tapas you’d ordered from your favourite restaurant and it wasn’t lost on any of them how your mind was elsewhere. Casually picking through your food was a total opposite to the way you usually devoured this.

“Y/N?”

You’d been debating on the way whether to speak to someone about it.

Maybe your dad? He’d gone through something similar but he was in Miami and would only just be getting up.

Your mum? She was the most rational option but she would never understand that pride of pulling on your national shirt.

Your therapist seemed the best option but the earliest session she had for non-emergencies was tomorrow.

“Y/N!” In your own little world you’d even forgot to answer their questions. “Are you alright?”

It could help speaking to them, couldn’t it? “I had a visitor after training. Sarina Weigman.”

“Shit man, I thought you said no.” Maria Leon was your best friend from the moment you stepped foot in that training room, you bonded over everything from tattoos to food. You’d been her wingman in getting with Ingrid and had a mutual understanding of each other’s situations with your respective national teams even if the circumstances were very different.

“She wants me back but I don’t know, this feels different from last year.” If Bonnie, your 5-year-old beagle, adopted 3 years ago to signify a new chapter in your life, wasn’t by your feet they would definitely be anxiously tapping the floor right now.

“They probably feel your absence more because they’ve lost other players.” Frido added some context. “Not that you wouldn’t have always walked into that team but now you definitely would. You’d be their main player.”

“I can see you’re considering it.” Ingrid pointed out. “When she came last year I could see you were like, definitely no, now you haven’t turned it down immediately.”

“There’s no right or way wrong to feel,” Maria tried to comfort me. “Only you can decide if you want to go back there.”

“I miss it.”

“Of course you do.” Ingrid agreed. “You wouldn’t watch all their games if you didn’t.”

“It’s just the fact that I’m comfortable here, I have been for so long and now I’m going to throw myself back into four years ago.” Four years ago when you’d been forced to move away from your club at the time in Chelsea and accept the fact that one mistake had changed everything. “Plus the media attention, no-one wants that in the lead up to the world cup.”

“They were your friends, I’m sure they’d understand.” Frido tried to make you see that side of things. “Shit happens in football but what happened to you when completely over the top of that.”

“I isolated them.” Of course you had friends in the squad at the time, in fact best friends. But as soon as you made the move to America you slowly distanced yourself from them as they did to you. You hated letting them down and completely understood that being associated to you meant unnecessary exposure where perhaps they would not want it.

“So you’ll make friends again.”

You’d changed as well, grown into a completely different person in that time. Your appearance and attitude on the pitch were a distinct opposite to the crippling shyness you had yet to shake off. “Maybe.”

“You will,” Maria assured you. “Plus I think Bonnie told me she wanted a sleepover with me.”

“Oh did she?”

“I’m not swaying you either way but if that’s what you want, I’ll support you all the way.”

“We all will.” Frido added wrapping her arms around you to bring you into her side. “We love you.”

“Thank you, I love you all too.”

“Speak to your dad, maybe even your mum. I’m sure they’d want to help.”

One of the funniest moments in your life had to be watching your teammates introduce themselves to your parents when they came out to watch your first match in the Blaugrana. Watching their nerves dissipate when they realised how down to earth, especially your mother was, when it came to their children. Of course their name brought so much extra attention to you but you couldn’t have asked for a better upbringing.

Maybe it was their words that made you do it but subconsciously you knew the best thing to do was to ring them. So as you got into bed that night, once you got back, Bonnie at your feet watching, you rang the number you’d had memorised for years.

“Hi baby.” His voice almost brought tears to your eyes. Although you tried to be as independent as possible, wanting to be your own person, you sometimes wished you could just go back to spending every night in his arms.

“Hi dad.”

“What’s wrong?” You hated how easily he could read you, how those two words were enough for him to know something was wrong.

“It’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know dad.” Out with it. “Sarina Weigman came to visit me today, she wants me to go and join them in the next international break.”

“And what do you want?”

“I think I want to.”

“You think?”

“I just know that if I do I’m just going to be brought back to that moment.”

“Then you’ll go back to a moment where the referees made a terrible decision. Football fans are fickle you know that as much as I do but you’ve watched it back enough to know that nine times out of ten nothing happens. The commentator did you no favours, Phil didn’t stand by you as he should have and the media hung you out to dry.”

“I know.”

“But as awful as it was it made you the person you are today and your stronger now then you’ve ever been before. If you want to go back then you’ll make it work. I know you will.”

“Thanks dad, now how is…”

,,,,,

“How many times have you watched that tackle back?”

“Over a thousand times.”

“Do you think you should have been sent off?”

“Of course not.”

……

You loved Barcelona, from the moment you stepped through those doors 3 years ago you’d been welcomed in and never looked back. In 2019 you moved to America but your year out there was plagued with depression and homesickness resulting in a lack of game time, when Barcelona came calling it was a difficult decision with your family ties but they had a project, they had a good set up and you knew the onus wouldn’t just be on you. The first six months were still tough, working out Spanish football to both play with your teammates and counter the opposition but by the end of the season you felt at home for the first time in 2 years.

Your role this year had been heightened by the loss of one of your midfield partners in Alexia, but you were adaptable and that’s probably how you found yourself 4-0 up, having just scored a second goal in the second half.

“It’s almost like you’re trying to impress someone.” Mapi whispered giving you a half hug as you walked back into your own half.

“Shut up.”

“I bet she’s panicking that you might turn it down now.”

“She’s got other players Maria.”

“But none of them are you.”

The match stayed at 4-0, some of the youngsters coming on to see the game out.

You’d never been in a team like this, of course you had little arguments and there were small groups within the team, but everyone worked so hard for each other. And with that came the protectiveness, when you joined you were only 21, now 24 and the older ones took you under their wings. You’d been daunted a lot at the fact of playing fellow English players in the Champions League but they’d been your shield for those moments.

It blew your mind when the younger age groups joined you and they speak about that moment. Most of them staying up late to watch it making you feel old. But that meant they came to you for advice a lot of the time. Maybe this time though it was time to get advice from them.

“Hey little one.” Maria Perez was the first one you spotted in the changing room. “You played really well today.”

“Thank you.”

“How are you feeling about being called up?” It was only yesterday that the Spanish squad had been leaked and she was once again in it.

“Excited, another opportunity to prove myself.”

“I like that you see it that way.”

“Everyone should, it’s no different to playing here, as long as you be yourself you can never be disappointed.”

…….

@jillsmithjournalist: Serena Weigman is present at the Barcelona match. No current England players are playing however star player Y/N Beckham scored twice. Beckham has not played for England since she withdrew from selection in August 2019 amid public backlash and a rumoured feud with England manager Phil Neville. Could a return be on the cards?

@newlionesses_x: Surely she can’t just pick and choose when to come back.

@wslfan: Fine without her last year

@england123: Liability for England

@barcelonafan: All you hating on Beckham are crazy, one of the best players in the world and you don’t want her back because of something that happened 4 years ago, grow up. Could tell she struggled when she joined us but this past year she’s been exceptional, people change, mistakes happen (even though she should never have been sent off in the first place)

…..

You’ve known your decision for a long time but you still delayed giving it as long as possible before you could wait no longer. You could see she was the only one left in the hospitality area as you entered, the table she had chose overlooking the pitch you’d just performed on.

This was what you wanted and now it felt only right to give yourself that opportunity again.

“I’ll do it.”

#woso imagine #woso #woso x reader #woso imagines #barcelona femeni #lionesses #engwnt #david beckham #beckham #football

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stressleches · 1 year ago

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Thank you so much ❤I was thinking that yn is Toms gf and is very loved by his fans as well, but also because she's a book author and tries her best to stay put of the spotlight("my books speak for me") and let Tom shine. Her aura is just super mesmerizing. I was thinking she could be a horror author( like the love child of Stephen King and Anne Rice) and Tom is her #1 fan. What do you think?

Bookworm | Tom Blyth

a/n: Thanks so much for requesting I love this idea since I also love reading and inspire to be an author myself. Feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

tomblyth Hard at work 🖤 @ynusername

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user1 LET HER COOK 🔥

user3 this may be my sign to start reading her books skskskskksksks

↳ user2 you def should I love her writing

user5 Tom has a gf?!?

↳ user1 Yes but she doesn’t post much since she wants to keep out of the spotlight

↳ user5 respect

user4 I know for a FACT Tom made that cup of coffee for her

↳ user3 yep!! I think he mentioned it in an interview before

ynusername trying to write but I’m getting distracted by the view @tomblyth

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user3 caption is so real

user4 if Tom was in front of me I’d be distracted by him too

user1 me during finals with that one Tom Blyth edit iykyk 😫

↳ user2 A MAN A MAN A MAAAAAN

user3 not me opening up booktok after seeing this

↳ user6 do you think YN knows about booktok?!?

↳ user1 I wonder if Tom knows about booktok because of her skskskskksks

↳ user3 her horror stories are so booktok coded fr

tomblythdaily Tom during the press tour for tbosas where a fan asked him to sign @ynusername newest addition to her horror series

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user4 we love a supportive bf

user1 omw to get a copy 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

user5 babe wake up new horror book just dropped by @ynusername

user2 they better turn one of her books into a movie already she deserves it

↳ user3 facts!! especially since Tom is her #1 fan and an actor he could easily star as the lead

↳ user4 Tom in a horror film written by YN we’d love to see it 👀

user6 was a YN fan before a Tom Blyth fan but I love seeing how they support each other

↳ user1 power couple fr!

tomblythupdates Tom is confirmed to play the lead in @ynusername film adaptation of her #1 best selling horror series. Follow us for more updates!

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user6 I’m so proud of her

↳ user2 same 😭

user3 SHE DID THAT

↳ user1 facts!!

user5 the fact that her book is being made into a movie and her bf gets to star in it is so inspiring to me 🥹

↳ user4 she’s winning at life

user6 @ynusername is saving the horror genre of 2024

↳ user1 she’s been saving it since her first book release

↳ user7 I haven’t read the books yet but now I want to

user1 Stephen King who? I only know YN ☕️

↳ user6 and I oop-

#tom blyth #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth imagine

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goddessinnerglow · 3 months ago

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Becoming Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 1

Introduction to Our Journey Together

You know that feeling when you look in the mirror and think, "There's more to me than this"? Or when you're lying in bed at night, dreaming about the person you know you could be? I've been there too. That's exactly why I created this series, because I believe we all have that spark inside us, waiting to shine brighter.

But here's the thing: becoming your "best version" isn't about completely transforming into someone else. It's not about following someone else's blueprint or checking off society's boxes. It's about growing into the most authentic, fulfilled version of yourself.

So, what does becoming your best version actually mean?

Think of it like tending to a garden. You're not trying to turn a rose into a sunflower, you're giving that rose everything it needs to bloom fully. Your "best version" is about:

Understanding your true values and living in alignment with them

Nurturing your physical and mental wellbeing

Building meaningful relationships

Pursuing goals that light you up inside

Growing through challenges instead of being defeated by them

Let's Start Our Journey Together

As we begin this 31-day adventure, I want you to simply sit with this question: What kind of person do you want to be in 2025? Don't pressure yourself to have all the answers right now. This is just the beginning of our journey together, and tomorrow we'll start diving deeper with some practical self-reflection exercises that will help us understand exactly where we are and where we want to go.

Remember, this isn't about rushing to transform everything overnight. We're going to take this journey together, one day at a time. Each day, we'll explore different aspects of preparing for your best 2025, from honest self-reflection to practical planning, from setting meaningful goals to creating sustainable systems.

The most important thing? Be kind to yourself along the way. Growth isn't linear, and that's okay. Some days you'll feel like you're conquering the world, others you might need to rest and recharge. Both are equally valuable parts of the journey.

I'd love to hear from you: What does becoming your best version mean to YOU? Drop your thoughts in the comments below, and let's start this conversation together. Remember, we've got this!

Tomorrow, we'll dive deep into something really important, taking an honest look at where we are right now. Because you can't map out where you're going until you know where you're starting from, right? Get ready for daily doses of inspiration, and practical tips. Together, we'll make these last weeks of 2024 count!

See you tomorrow for Day 2 of our journey!

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

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midgardian-witch · 2 months ago

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La Plus Belle Des Malédictions

You're of House Harkonnen, arch nemesis to House Atreides. Your mission was simple: get close to Duke Leto Atreides and end his life.

Your mission was not simple.

This is my Secret Santa gift to the amazing and lovely @winniethewife 🎁

Inspired by the song Ma Meilleure Ennemie by Stromae & Pomme

AO3

ships: Leto Atreides/Reader

word count: 1k

She can't do it.

Maybe her parents were right. Maybe she was too weak. Who in their right mind couldn't find the power to strike down their sworn nemesis?

She was a disgrace to House Harkonnen.

Everything had been planned meticulously. Every gesture, every longing look, every curious tilt of her head. Everything had been choreographed to perfection.

Months of work ruined by her treacherous heart.

What proud child of House Harkonnen would fall in love with an Atreides?

Her hands grip the railing of the balcony, knuckles turning white with fury. How could she be so weak? Love was not part of her vocabulary. Feelings like this were supposed to be locked up or stomped out like a spark that could turn into a wildfire.

And yet.

Realization had hit her when she saw him across the room. He had stood tall amongst the other members of his house, his uniform hugging him in a way that should be indecent. His hair was meticulously combed back, his beard trimmed to perfection and his eyes.

His eyes are her favorite part of him. Such a deep, beautiful color. And the way he commands a room with just a look. She's sure any person would feel weak under that glare.

But the way his eyes lit up when he saw her across the room - that's what plunged a dagger into her heart. That sudden ache of realization. To finally be able to put a word to the feeling that had been haunting her since the beginning of her assignment:

She's in love with Duke Leto Atreides.

A death sentence to a Harkonnen tasked with ending the life of said duke. Unless she went through with it, thrust the dagger hidden under her skirts between his ribs, slash his throat and make her house proud.

The thought alone makes bile rise in her throat. She can't do it. She can't.

So she averted her gaze and hurried away to her current hiding place. The balcony is empty save for her thanks to the strict adherence to decorum of the Houses Major. It’s a beautiful evening, the pale moons of this planet giving everything its light touches an eerie lilac glow - so different from her home.

She lets herself have this one moment to dream, to fantasize about running away with Leto to a planet just like this. Without the uniform, without the shine and shimmer of jewelry and medals, nobody would know who they were. They would simply be two lovers. Nothing more and nothing less.

Tears gather in the corners of her eyes as she weeps silently, grieving a future that would never be hers. Her heart skips a beat when she hears a familiar voice speak her name.

She doesn't dare to turn around.

Duke Leto in all his glory steps behind her, one hand resting on her hip, the other on her hand gripping the railing of the balcony.

“What has you so terrified to flee from the ball, my darling?”

She takes a shuddering breath, desperately trying to compose herself but with him so close the weight of inevitability drags her down.

“You, my love,” she replies, her voice raw with tears.

“Me?” Leto asks, his brow furrowing, “What have I done to make you run from me? I will remedy whatever I have done to scare you so.”

He sounds so earnest, like nothing else matters to him but to be pleasing to her. Like he was not the head of one of the Houses Major but simply a man in love, desperate for her affection.

It makes her heart ache even more.

“It's not what you did. It's what you are, what you…mean…to me. What I must do.”

His hand on her hip explores her body slowly, his touch like fire on her skin as it slips underneath her skirts. “Surely no fault lies with you. Let me repent, my dearest.”

She shakes her head, torn between the promise behind his words and touch and the truth of her purpose. “Leto, please,” she whispers, her words a contradiction to the way her body melts into his touch, “We can't-”

“Nobody will see us here. Let me show you the depth of my affection, my love.”

Her hand reaches down to his, grabbing his wrist softly. “Please, Leto. You don't know what is happening. We can't keep going along this path.”

“Why? Because of this?“

Suddenly she feels a sharpness against her neck, a thin blade pressed softly to her skin, her blade. Her breath is stuck in her throat, her body frozen between the dagger kissing her neck and his lips brushing against her ear.

“I know why you approached me that first time we met. I know what they want you to do,” with one quick movement Leto has turned her around to face him, the hilt of the dagger pressed into her palm, “If that is your will then I will gladly find my end by your hand, my love.”

His eyes burn into hers, determination set into his brows and she believes him. “I can't,” she whispers, tears now streaming down her face.

“What has you so scared then?”

“They will kill me and you. There is no future in this and I-”

“Do you love me?“

His question has her heart racing. She swallows hard and nods.

“Then we will find a way. I am an Atreides. There is no call I do not answer; there is not faith that I betray,” his hands cup her face, the dagger clanging to the ground, “I love you and no House Major, no Emperor is going to take that away.”

She breathes out his name like a blessing and rests her forehead against his. With all his confidence they both know it is not that easy. A union between House Atreides and House Harkonnen would surely anger the Emperor. Two targets on both their backs.

And yet, as he pulls her close, their bodies pressed together like they wanted to be one, she knows in her heart that there is no other path she can walk.

“Do you trust me?” he whispers into her ear, his arms wrapped around her tightly.

“Always.”

“Then stay with me. Stay by my side and I will make sure nobody can tear us apart.”

Her tears stain his uniform, her heart hammering in her chest as she answers: “I will.”

#leto atreides #duke leto atreides #leto atreides/reader #leto atreides x reader #fran-writes #dune fanfic #leto atreides fanfic #Spotify

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fabricated-misslieness · 1 year ago

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: prince alhaitham x knight male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: brief scenes of the forbidden love between a prince and a knight.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.2k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: implied sex, not super descriptive foreplay, briefly mentioned: implied christianity, violence, and homophobia.

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: inspired by the song of achilles, which i just started today and haven't finished yet because i am pacing myself.

lmk if you want a short series.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

They tell you that when the knight saves the princess from the dragon, he is rewarded with her hand in marriage.

They don't tell you what happens when the knight is not noble-born. They don't tell you what happens when her father is greedy and stubborn and scornful. They never tell you what happens when a prince is saved instead, nor when God himself dictates such a marriage as punishable by His law.

They teach you that you must lay down your life if it means the royals get to breathe in your stead.

When they took you from your wailing mother's arms, they thought you fodder for the war they were apprehensive of; another stick used to prod the fire.

When you showed promise, a slight reluctance to potentially harm your peers in mere sword training turned to an acknowledgement that this–forgoing others and even your needs for the sake of improvement–was necessary, they thought themselves lucky to have found you.

Yet, when you climbed up the ranks and earned yourself a spot amongst the noble knights, they still looked down upon your dirty blood.

When the prince was kidnapped by a dragon seeking his silver hair that shined like the iron of your armor and steel of your sword, every man in the king's army took to arms, but only one returned.

The prince you once only stole glances of now stared up at you with new adoration, like you were the very sun that made his hair gleam, and looking forward was all you could do to not flush under the heat of his gaze.

You did not earn his hand in marriage, but a place at his side, forever and always. Except you were not even deemed one of those sworn companions he had forgone, only a bodyguard; though his still.

If it meant he got to breathe, you should be happy to take the blows directed his way.

And that you are.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

His Highness Alhaitham had come to like you, has grown to love you, and he does not wish it to be this way.

If you laid down your life for his, wouldn't it be selfish?

He speaks these words into your embrace.

The moonlight bathes over his hair, making it gleam silver. The thousands of branches and leaves of the bush he's pressing you into prick into your skin and the clothing–unbecoming of a knight–that you wear, and you can't find it in you to care.

You only care for the peaceful silence of the night; the assurety that he has you for himself, and you, him for yourself; and each other.

"You cannot leave me. It'd be selfish of you."

"Can't I be selfish for once?"

Haitham scoffs. He always tells you that you have to give up your selflessness. You can't use it against him now, it's unfair. "Not this time."

"Why not?"

He looks up into your eyes and finds amusement in them, at this, he is displeased. "Take me seriously."

Your gaze softens and you reach out to hold his cheek, your fingers grazing over the soft silver of his hairline, "I am. I couldn't live in a world without you."

"And you'd be selfish to let me live in a world without you?"

The amusement returns to crinkle your eyes. "Yes."

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You yearn to love him publicly. Not to show the kingdom he is yours, but to show the kingdom that you love Alhaitham like he is the light and the darkness, like he is the tile at your feet, the leather against your fingertips, the air in your hair, and the honey on your lips.

You love Alhaitham like he is the whole world, but you must stave yourself off with quick glances across the dancefloor.

He yearns, also, to pull you between the bodies of loving dancers and twirl like you belong. He yearns for his tailcoat to swish in the air like the skirt of a pompous dress while he spins in your arms.

The two of you yearn for a lot of things, but he is not yet king, and you are but low blood.

In a rare moment, the suitors have left the uninteresting, polite prince who shows them no favor. In the next, he nods his head vaguely out, and you know what he means. You head out first, for he is surrounded by more bachelorettes the second after.

You don't know how he frees himself from them, but you don't find it in you to care. He is right in front of you, and he looks like, "the most beautiful person this night."

He rolls his eyes and surges forward, pressing his body against yours in a starved embrace, "You only say that because you love me."

"It is true that I love you," You shamelessly admit with a laugh, "but it is also true that you are breathtaking, my dear."

"You call me that as though we are fifty."

You would love to be fifty with him.

"I call you that because I can."

He fixes his body and stands up a little straighter. You raise a brow as he takes up the stance of an overly touchy dance partner.

The music still streams in through the balcony doors, the moonlight illuminates your "stage". He wants to dance. It is clear before he even says it.

"Will you–?"

"Yes." You capture his lips in a kiss.

You don't know how to dance. You are lackluster, for you never had classes, and so is he, for he was only taught how to lead the dance.

It's awkward, so he tucks his head into your neck and settles for a sway.

You don't care, you only desire to keep him in your arms. You kiss where you can reach and sigh almost dreamily, "I was hoping to dance with you. Even if we were as uncoordinated as this."

"You never liked dancing." Haitham laughs, tickling your neck with his breath.

"I didn't like seeing you dancing with all those people. Or your attention being forced away."

"You were jealous?" He snaps his head back to look at you in this sudden revelation.

"What?" You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly embarrassed, "No."

He knows the truth. "Sure."

You can't bring yourself to fight him on it.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

You wish to love him publicly, but you must stave yourself off by doing so privately.

As you press Haitham against silk sheets and gift kisses to his increasingly bare skin, marking your appreciation with your lips, you are loving him so.

The knights at his door must know, with the way you are pulling airy moans from his throat.

Is it that they support you? Alhaitham can't think, not with the contrast of your rough, worked body against his soft, spoiled one.

He will think, later, basking in the afterglow that maybe you have called them off. That maybe it is your reputation that leaves them quiet, or that you have threatened their lives already.

Whatever it is, he is grateful. He is grateful for their silence, and he is grateful for you.

When you lay down your life for his, he is going to go down with you. He will not live in a world without you. Even when you will call him selfish for it.

After all, if you get to be selfish, he might as well keep his princely right to have his way.

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #🎟 // genshin impact #🎫 // alhaitham #🌸 // success!#🌂 // failure

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wispyatomica · 2 months ago

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Break the Cycle

So here is a very very long fanfic I wrote thanks to inspiration from a friend @hushravengoobertown. This is a story about what would happen if the Indifference decided to try and eliminate the Drifter from 1999 by playing on her love for Amir. It's a long one, but I hope ya'll enjoy!

The faint light of mid morning in Höllvania illuminated the backroom loft where Kalina and Amir were both sleeping peacefully on a king sized bed. The soft sounds of snoring between the couple were all that could be heard, well that and the occasional purr of Kali’s kavat Cookie who was resting on the foot of the bed.

Amir’s kinepage is what broke the silence, a soft series of pings woke the speedster from his sleep. He brought one of his hands up to rub at his eyes, before idly reaching over to the side of the bed and picking up his kinepage.

xX GLIMMER Xx : Don’t forget about our plans today Amir! (≧▽≦)

H16h V0l7463 : Aoi, it’s literally 9 am.

xX GLIMMER Xx : And?

H16h V0l7463 : …Do u have any idea how l8 we were up last night? U know we’re night owls.

xX GLIMMER Xx : Amir, I don’t want to hear about what u 2 did last night. ( ͡ಠ ʖ̯ ͡ಠ)

H16h V0l7463 : OH COME ON AOI!

xX GLIMMER Xx : ◝(^⌣^)◜ Kidding!!! Did u remember our plans today?

H16h V0l7463 : Uh……

xX GLIMMER Xx : We were gonna surprise Kali??

H16h V0l7463 : OHYEAHRIGHT! Pad Thai, games, music. Now I remember. What about Arthur?

xX GLIMMER: Xx: Don’t worry, Arthur approved!!! (*＾▽＾)／

Amir smiled at his kinepage, moving his head to his right and glancing over to see that Kali was still sound asleep in the bed. The wispy layered bangs of her hair were splayed in all different directions, and Amir swore that he saw the tiniest bit of drool on the corner of her lip.

H16h V0l7463 : Alr8. Give me some time to wake her up. I’ll head that way to help u set up soon.

xX GLIMMER Xx : ╰ (´꒳`) ╯ YAY!!! SEE U BOTH SOON!

He closed the kinepage and returned it to the bedside table, slowly sitting upright in the bed as his other hand reached for his glasses and gently slid them on. He adjusted them upright on his nose, stretching out both of his arms before turning to face Kali. Amir softly spoke into her ears, gently releasing a small static charge against her cheek. “Rise n shine sweetheart.”

The tingling sensation caused Kali’s face to scrunch up, she buried her head into her pillow away from Amir’s touch. “Nooooo.” She whined, trying her best to return back to sleep.

Amir chuckled, How was she this damn cute in the morning?

“I know, I want to sleep too, BUT. Aoi and I have a surprise for ya.”

Kali rolled her head over, pulling her hair off of her face as she opened one eye to glance up at Amir. “Surprise?”

“Yeah! Only the best for my schnookums. But you have to wake up in order to get it.”

“Isn’t this a little early…even for you?”

“OH YEAH. If it weren’t for Aoi, I’d still be passed out with you all curled up on my side, kitten..”

Kali groaned in an exaggerated display of mild annoyance. “Alright.” She said in a slightly whiny tone, slowly pushing herself up off her stomach and onto her knees with the blanket that had been covering her falling behind her back. “Arthur probably needs help runnin’ some supply runs with Quincy to the civilians near the tenements today. At least, that’s what I thought I heard from him yesterday.”

Amir scooted closer to Kali in the bed, “Don’t worry about Arthur today babe! He’s actually let us off the hook.”

“You’re joking right?” Kali raised one of her brows, gently brushing her fingers through her hair.

“Nah not this time! He really did let us off the hook. Said that we all deserved a little break.”

“Riddle me surprised.” Kali responded with a chuckle. She gently crawled to the edge of the bed, where Amir used to be sitting and watched as he zipped around the room, quickly gathering all of his gear and removable armor plating. “Alright Future, I’m gonna jet and meet up with Aoi. Gotta get a head start on the surprise for ya. Take your time gettin ready, kitten.”

Kali felt her cheeks fluster at the nickname, she moved her legs to dangle off the side of the mattress and stretch her arms with an extended and exaggerated yawn. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t plannin’ on rushing. I’ll message you when I’m about to head down to ya.”

“Deal sweet cheeks.” Amir quickly rushed over to his beloved Drifter, placing a tender kiss on her lips. She returned the favor, choosing to enjoy small moments like this, rather than focusing on other bigger problems. Amir pulled away from the kiss, lighty waving one of his fingers as a small spark of electricity discharged into the floor. In a moment, the Volt was gone and out of the backroom.

Kali took Amir’s advice to not rush getting herself ready, since Arthur had given them the day off, why should she rush around to get ready! Over the course of about 2 hours, she washed her hair and got cleaned up in the shower. She made sure to fluff out the short layers in her wine colored hair and ruffled her bangs to give her a more grunge style. She had just finished slipping into her goth inspired outfit when she heard the sound of footsteps coming into the backroom.

Amir’s back already? Or is that not Amir’s footsteps?

“Hey cuddly-wumps!! Amirs here!” She heard in his classic cheerful tone. She came over to the Loft, looking out over the guard rail and into the rest of the back room to see Amir standing there waving his hand to her.

“Change of plans sweetheart. I’ve got something I want to show you, Aoi was understanding.”

“Oh! Of course. I’m assuming the surprise will be put on hold then?”

Amir paused before he responded, “Yeah, I told her we’ll do it another day when the time is right.”

Kali shrugged her shoulders lightly, “Alright I’m comin down.” It was quite strange for the sudden change of plans, but Kalina had figured it was probably the result of Amir’s constantly roaming intrusive thoughts. He was sometimes quite the “spur-of-the-moment.” Once Kali made it downstairs, she skipped a little to meet up with Amir who offered her his hand and lightly took a small bow. “M’lady.”

She laughed and took Amir’s hand, following the techie as they exited the backroom. She followed behind him, letting him lead her out of the mall turned HQ, and out into the streets of Höllvania. Kali was content to follow Amir pretty much anywhere. She knew that if anything tried to interrupt them, be it Scaldra or Techrot they could eliminate them with ease. A contented sigh left her chest as the autumn sun beamed on her face as she continued to follow Amir.

What Kali did not see was the distorted sinister grin across Amir’s face as he continued to lead her through the streets of Höllvania. His normally beautiful brown eyes were overlaid with void energy.

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“Hey Aoi! Have you heard anything from Kali yet? She hasn’t messaged me on my Kinepage.”

“Huh, That’s strange. Let me check mine!” Aoi walked over to the desk where her Kinepage sat, noticing a lack of notifications on the screen. “Doesn’t look like she’s messaged me either Amir.”

Amir began to bounce back and forth on his feet with anxiety, surely the Drifter was alright? She most likely fell back asleep after he left, and he couldn’t blame her, they did wake up rather early that day.

“That’s….very much unlike her.”

“Hey!! I’m sorry I’m late!” Her familiar voice caught the ears of both Aoi and Amir as the Drifter rounded the corner to the abandoned music store that Aoi had turned into her own living space.

Amir practically teleported to her side he moved so quickly, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. “I was just about to come back and check on you! The surprise is ready!”

Kalina smiled widely at her beloved tech, turning to look past him. Amir backed up and spread his arms open, motioning to the set up that he and Aoi had spent a few hours putting together. Steaming boxes of delicious smelling pad thai were scattered across a low sitting coffee table. A few hand held controllers littered the table's surface, connected by wires to the television sitting across the floor, the screen looping on the menu for Caliber Chicks 2.

“TAH DAH! Game night!!”

Kali brought her hands up to her face, gently clapping them together in excitement. “Aww guys! This is so thoughtful! Thank you!” She bounced with excitement for a few moments, before Amir moved to sit comfortably on a pillow cushion on the floor, motioning her to sit beside him. She quickly moved to his side and sat down on another cushion, taking one of the controllers in her hand as both Aoi and Amir turned to the television screen. Amir began selecting the multiplayer options in the menu settings, and while his eyes were not fixed on Kalina, her lips curled into a familiar distorted grin, her eyes flickering with streams of iridescent void energy for a few moments, before the grin faded from her mouth.

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Arthur waited at the entrance to the mall headquarters as both Lettie and Eleanor entered through the sliding glass doors. Eleanor cast her brother a soft smile, greeting him through his mind.

Good to be back brother. The Legacyte strain we found earlier has been…eliminated to put it delicately.

Lettie nodded her head in agreement, “Eleanor was able to lead us right to it, that pendejo didn’t know what was coming for it.”

“Good work you two, you both deserve some R and R.” Arthur responded with a proud puff of his chest. Eleanor moved past her brother, gently patting him on the shoulder before a strange sensation caused her to wince in pain. Arthur was quick to balance her out, grabbing onto her shoulders to provide her some stability. “You alright El? Did you push it too hard?”

I’m fine. There was…a strange feeling just now. I can’t quite put my tongue on it.

Lettie approached Eleanor’s side, placing her hand against her bicep and activating the use of her blessing to try to help ease her discomfort. It was during that motion that Lettie noticed Eleanor had closed her eyes once more, wincing in pain. “Amiga, are you sure that you’re alright?”

Eleanor lifted her head, turning between both Arthur and Lettie with worry. The sensation she felt, she only recalled that feeling once before, and it was during the reactor incident. She recalled exactly what it felt like when their beloved Drifter entered her mindscape, helping her overcome the infestation, like a calming breeze on a summer’s day. This sensation, it felt more distorted. Something was wrong, Eleanor could feel it in her gut.

“Oi, fam. Have ya’ll seen the speedster? I nabbed somethin’ he might be able to make use of.” Quincy chimed in, following in behind Eleanor and Lettie from the glass door of the garage. He paused in his steps, holding the piece of tech in his hands, looking to see the looks of concern on his three comrades. “Everythin’ good here?”

Eleanor gently separated herself from Arthur and Lettie’s grasp, glancing between the two of them before turning to face Quincy. The pulling sensation in her mind, it was beckoning her to the corner of the mall where the trio of younger hex members should be.

If I recall, Arthur let him and Aoi have a day off with our beloved Drifter.

Arthur nodded in agreement, still concerned at the sensation that had overcome Eleanor, no matter how brief it may have been. “Aoi and Amir practically begged me for it, and they deserve some rest after that last Scaldra attack in the tenements.”

Eleanor tilted her head to the side, her mindscape beckoning her further into the mall. That gut feeling, it was still pulling at her. She targeted her thoughts to her brother, turning to face him. Something doesn’t feel right here brother.

Arthur nodded his head, “Let's all go check on them. Make sure everything is clear. Sol forbid something happened to one of them.”

The group all nodded in agreement to each other, slowly making their way to the other side of the mall.

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“Hah! In your FACE AOI!” Amir shouted victoriously, throwing his hands up holding onto the controller as the screen for Caliber Chicks showed, Player 1: Victory, Player 2: Defeat.

“Oh come on Amir! You know you only won because I was going easy on you!” Aoi laughed, leaning over and shoving against Amir’s shoulder. The two shared in raucous laughter for a few moments, as Kalina had taken a break from playing the game in order to chow down on the delicious pad thai.

She took a bite of pad thai in her mouth, lowering the metal chopsticks she had been using as she heard footsteps approaching. She turned her head to the door, seeing Quincy, Arthur, and Lettie approaching the room. The soft smile on her lips faded, turning into a look of almost scorn at the trio she saw approaching. She broke eye contact for a moment to glance back over at Aoi and Amir, who had not noticed the incoming presence just yet.

Amir, Quincy found something that may prove useful to you.

The projected voice of Eleanor entered all three of their minds, and both Aoi and Quincy turned to glance at the group as they all waited at the edge of the door.

“C’mon Quinc, you can’t let it wait til tomorrow?” Amir whined, sounding similar to a toddler throwing a mild tantrum.

Quincy went to respond, but was cut off by the sudden groan of pain that came out of Eleanor’s mouth. She fell to her knees, gripping one of her hands to her head as that sensation overcame her again. That sickening pit feeling of emptiness, it was stronger all of a sudden. Both Lettie and Arthur kneeled down beside her, holding onto either one of her shoulders.

“Woah, Eleanor you okay?” Aoi asked, putting the controller down and facing the other members of the Hex. Amir had matched the motion as well, a wave of concern crossing his face as Eleanor slowly lifted her head to look at the three younger members. She noticed that out of the three of them, only one had not looked that way, the Drifter. She focused herself, narrowing her eyes at the Drifter, and another sickening wave of sickness crossed her mind. She winced again, Arthur and Lettie both overlapping in their word of concern.

Kalina, is everything okay, love? Your energy seems….different.

The question was openly shared to the minds of all the Hex members, and they all turned their attention to Kali, who loudly slurped up another noodle from her pad thai, her attention still completely ignoring that of the hex behind her.

“Babe?” Amir questioned, extending a hand of his and reaching out to touch her shoulder, his touch met with a burning sensation that caused him to reel his hand back. Kali’s wine colored hair shifted to conceal her face slightly, but Amir could see the edges of her lips were curled into a terrifying smile.

“Kalina!” Amir shouted in response, ignoring the burning sensation he had moments ago to lean over and grab both of her shoulders. He shook her slightly, and her head suddenly cocked up right. Her mouth was contorted into a sickening grin, and a deep haunting and disturbingly distorted laugh emitted from her as Amir’s face shifted from that of concern, to that of pure fear.

“What have you done to our Drifter,” Eleanor spoke out verbally, her eyes narrowed into that of anger. Now she understood what that sickening feeling was, it wasn’t the techrot, it was the Indifference.

Kalina’s body disappeared from the pillow cushion in a cloud of fog, causing all of the Hex members to reel back, and suddenly Amir was grasping onto nothing in front of him. His arms began to shake, fingers trembling. His beloved Drifter, she vanished in front of his own eyes.

A deal is a deal, and she is past due on her end. The voice echoed through the abandoned music store, like it was both everywhere and nowhere.

Eleanor stood from her knees, looking at Aoi’s terrified face, before turning to look right at Amir. He was frozen in place, she could see his lips trembling and struggling to form words. Tears were welling in his eyes as Eleanor came over to his side, putting her hands on his cheeks.

“Eleanor! WHEREDIDSHEGO? Where’s Kali!? What in Sol’s name was that?! A DEAL IS A DEAL? What the heck does that even MEAN.”

Arthur, Quincy, and Lettie had already moved closer to Aoi and Amir, all shaken from what they had witnessed.

She told me about this…indifference. The ways it can distort reality, make you see things that aren’t really there. Eleanor paused, a frown forming on her lips, Taking the forms of a loved one…

Amir’s heart had started racing in his chest, it was beating so loudly it was the only other thing he could hear aside from Eleanor’s words. He slowly took a breath as Eleanor released her hands on either side of his face. Sparks of electricity crackled between his fingers and off the metallic adornments on his shoulders.

“Where. Is. Kalina.” He asked, his tone completely shifted from that of fear, to pure rage. Nobody touched his girl, no one.

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Kalina sighed heavily, the now setting autumn sun beaming on her skin as she and Amir stood on the edge of one of the tenement buildings. The view was exceptional, despite the occasional strand of techrot from one building to another. Amir placed his hands around her waist, contently sighing and placing his chin on her shoulder as he hugged her loosely from behind.

“Thank you for bringing me out here Amir, this is….it’s beautiful.” Kali murmured, placing her hands on Amir’s and gently rubbing her thumb across his metal plated fingers. She felt so at ease in that moment.

“Y’know babe. I’ve been thinkin’ about somethin.” He mused, gently nuzzling his head into her neck.

Kali responded with a soft chuckle, and a soft hum leaving her lips.

“Have you ever thought about…leaving? Like, leaving this loop that we’re stuck in.”

She paused for a moment, her head leaning against his as she began to contemplate that question. She would have lied if she said it had never crossed her mind at all. “I’ve…thought about it, but I don’t think I’d ever want to leave the Hex, especially not you.”

Amir hummed softly, his hands slowly moving from the sides of her hips up to her shoulders. His eyes blinked slowly, opening again to reveal iridescent void energy covering the entire globes. He made sure to keep his face planted against her neck, so that she didn’t move her head.

“I don’t think….I don’t think I want to be stuck in this loop forever. Never dying, but never really living.”

Kali lowered her head, the soft smile she had on her lips had turned into a frown. She could feel the hurt in those words, and she knew all too well what being stuck in a loop could do to one’s sanity. Her mind drifted to Duviri, remembering the countless upon countless times she had become numb to any kind of emotion.

It hurt her to her core. To know that her beloved Amir was experiencing something similar to what she had in Duviri. She went to turn her head to face him, but Amir quickly placed his hands on either side of her neck, firmly gripping onto her bare skin, the metallic fingers reacting to the void scarring present on her neck, wispy trails of void energy intertwining with his fingers.

“̶̫̕D̴̲̅ǒ̶͚n̵̪͝’̵̼̀t̶̻̐ ̸͕͒ỳ̴̥o̵͈͆u̸̺̽ ̷̤̒t̵͔̚ḫ̴̍î̴̳n̶͇͆k̵̠̾ ̴̩͠t̴͕̏h̸̲͑é̷̗r̴̺̒e̸̥͠’̸̥̇s̶̘͆ ̴̛̭a̵͚͗ ̸͈̃w̵͇̓a̶̭͝y̴̺̅ ̵̞̓t̷͈́o̵̤̓ ̵̰̒e̵̢͝n̸̖͝d̴̗̈́ ̴̲̅i̶͉͠t̴̛͍?̸̠̍”̶͔͂

His voice sounded a little deeper than normal, but Kali paid no mind to it. She felt the tingling sensation in her neck, and she choked it up to feelings of anxiety in that moment. Her eyes were slowly beginning to glaze over with Void energy, she could feel the strength of her body melting slightly as she leaned back against Rima’s body. He spoke again, his voice more deep and distorted now.

“Come on Kalina, you know this isn’t fair to me right? You can’t force me to live in a time loop forever, it’s not fair.”

Kali didn’t respond, her face still contorted into a frown as her eyes glanced around at the street far beneath them.

“You know, we can end it here…We can end it t̴̏͊̚ͅo̵̬̳͖͝g̴̼̬̯̿́̚e̷̩͕̓ẗ̸̩h̴̥̿͛ê̸̹̞̲͌̑ṛ̴͌͗́, just like you want.”

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“Amir! SLOW DOWN!” Arthur shouted over the comms, struggling to keep pace with the speedster on his atomicycle.

“I am NOT stopping until I find her, Arthur!” Amir shouted back in response to the comms, his feet carrying him at blazing speeds through the streets of Höllvania. Quincy, Lettie, Eleanor and Aoi were also scouring the streets of the city, desperately trying to find their beloved Drifter. It was Eleanor who was able to use her psychic sense to get a general direction of her, she had such a different energy compared to the rest of Höllvania that sometimes she stood out like a sore thumb, literally and figuratively.

Amir, we will find her. Eleanor projected into his mind, I’m sensing something to the southwest. It’s like her, but it’s…diminishing.

Electricity coiled off of Amir’s body as he slammed on his own brakes, sliding into a stop at a street and making a bee-line to the southwest, following Eleanor’s directions. The only thing he could hear was his heart beating in his chest as he ran as fast as he could, his anxiety overloading his mind.

WhatifIcan’tfindherintime. What is going to happen to her? I can’t let anything happen to her. FOCUS AMIR. YOU’VE GOT TO FIND HER.

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“Together….” Kali murmured to herself, her eyes fully glossed over with void energy by this time. Her voice was quiet, almost somber as she retrieved her sirocco pistol from the pocket in her waistband.

Rima’s lips contorted into a disturbing grin. The outward voice that spoke was that of the Indifference, octaves deeper than what Amir could naturally achieve, but in Kali’s mind, all that she could hear was Amir’s sweet voice beckoning to her. She felt his metal plated fingers slip away from her neck.

“There’s no other way I’d want to go out. I’d rather go out with you by my side, Kalina.”

Kali brought the gun to her chest, idly tracing her fingers along the see-through barrel as Void energy crackled inside, she could swear she almost heard the beckoning of others that she had lost in the back of her mind. She remembered her mom, her dad, her brother…A single tear fell down her cheeks as her finger shakily laced around to the trigger of the gun.

“X̵̹̠̆a̵̧̺̫̋͂̈́͂̕t̵͚̻̘͊̕ă̴̻̹͓̮.̸̘̌.̵̟̿.̴͈̞̣͊̇̀̓͛V̷̧̱̠̣̫̋o̴̰̳͒̑̕͜ͅm̴̥̅͂̿ȅ̴̢̝͓̹̋̿̕͜.̵̮̋̓͑́.̴̟͚̜̏.̵̢̧̧̗̤̃̇̉̄”

Rima raised his own hand from his side, the shimmering iridescent blade of the Rakta Dark Dagger shimmering in the fading light of the sun. The corporeal form of the Indifference, disguised as Amir stepped closer again to Kalina, bringing one hand up to her shoulder and beginning to shove her downwards onto her knees, the other hand raising up the dagger and bringing it to her side.

R̸̹̩͗ơ̵̞͚͐l̴̟̋̕l̷̲̜̋̌i̵̯͗̊n̵͈̖̋́g̶̩̼͌͆,̵͍̑ ̸͕̑͛m̵̢͉͊o̷͚͎̓ḁ̶͖́͝ǹ̴̼i̵̲͗͝n̶̢̻͑g̷̠̪͂,̶͕̜̆ ̸̯́ȋ̵̘n̵̥̰̓ ̶̫͗͝t̸̲̪̀̿h̵͍̓i̶̹̘̽͗ș̶̮̎̔ ̵͍͆̕r̴͖̦͌e̸͍͖͐a̴̗͕̐ľ̵͇͓m̷̙̺̑ ̷̞͍͘o̴͚͊f̷̣̈́̕ ̶̪̃̓ô̸͖u̵̲̎r̸̠͗s̵̫͈͂̓.̵̗̅ ̶͇̠̈I̵̦͊n̷̺̑͋ ̶̼̰͐̋m̶̟͕̍͝a̵̢̮͊͌d̸̡͍͝n̴̞̈́̉ẹ̸͚͐̓s̵͔̍͜s̷̭̕ ̸̠̤̈́̆l̴̲͘o̸͚͌s̷͙̪̍̊t̸͇̚,̵͇͖̿̚ ̸͇̈s̶̺͉͗h̴̹͖͑a̶̯͠ľ̸̲̳̃l̷̘̙̈́͌ ̵͔͚̄d̷̢̏̉i̸̭͈̾͝ẹ̴̋́.̷̨͓̃ ̸͓̟̃̀T̴͚̉̀õ̷̫̗ ̸̧̇c̵̛͈̓ő̸̭̀s̵̹̿m̵͓̣̋i̷͉͙̊c̷̻̽ ̷̛̾ͅf̸̳́̿ö̸͈̪̿r̶̠͋̉m̵̲̣̐s̴̺̖̎͂ ̴͇͛̈f̵̺͉̎̃r̴͓̜͑o̵̬̿͜m̴̢̄͠ ̷͔͝t̶͓͌ͅa̸̲̒n̶͉̒g̵͇͕̎͌e̷͖̾͌ń̵̼̼͝t̵̡͈͐̈́ ̵͚͙̽p̶͕̉l̸͖̂̉a̷̙̋̃n̸̖̳͑e̶̖̐̿s̷̻̭͊.̴͚͘ ̶̣̆̈́

̵̈́ͅẈ̸̧̑̕E̷̪͝ ̴̘͐́E̶̥̒N̷̥̈́͌Ḑ̶͆̌ ̶̈͜Ạ̵͒̀S̸̬̈ ̶̬̃Ẃ̷̖̬͌É̷͈͜͝ ̶̢͋̿B̶̕͘ͅẸ̵̚G̵̠̾͝A̶̦͎̒N̸͎̲͠.̸̢̨͆͋

“OH NO YOU DON’T! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!”

The piercing voice of Amir burst into the deafening silence the Indifference had created around Kali. His voice was like that of a light in the darkness. She lifted her head, the haze in her eyes slowly fading as she realized there was a dagger millimeters away from the skin on her throat. Time seemed to move in such a slow motion, her eyes glancing to her side to look at the figure that was standing behind her. It was not Amir, instead the unsettling visage of the Man in the Wall took place of Amir’s face.

Amir bolted forward at the figure that was holding Kalina hostage, electricity crackling off of every part of his body as a burning rage fueled him. He shoved his shoulder into the distorted visage of himself, the figure’s hand quickly slashing the dark dagger against the skin of Kali’s throat causing her to shriek out in pain before she was separated from the Indifference and pushed to the ground. She brought a hand up to her throat and covered the bleeding wound as Amir stood defiantly in front of Kali. His eyes were narrowed, there was not a single ounce of his normally jittery and jokester self. In his hands, he held a traffic sign he had ripped from the ground on his way to her location. Electricity continued to crackle all around him, imbuing the sign and singeing it due to the sheer strength of the electricity his body was producing.

“Nobody touches MY GIRL.” Amir shouted at the Indifference disguised as himself, taking a moment to realize that there was in fact an Evil Amir.

“S̶̬͉̲̈́̀̈́͘͠H̴̹͕̠̰́̎̀̇͠E̴̛̦̤̋̅ͅ ̶̦͑I̸͉͎̰͑́̈́̚̕Ş̸̞̭̫̤̂̆N̸̜̈́͠'̶̲̞̻̳̟́T̴͎̝͈̈̌͋̋ ̶̡͚̣̥͊Ÿ̶̳́̋̓͘Ŏ̸̻͐̽U̸̦̖̻̓R̴̹̝̅S̶̨͓̣̠̈ ̶̟̏́T̶̡͉̓̈́̄O̴͈͛̅ ̷̻̟͐̉H̶̛̥͍̥̟̭̍Ą̵͖̫̩̀͊͌͋̚Ṿ̸̝̗͋̂̒̿͆Ḙ̶̡̻̪̈́͑̊́͝.̸̝̄̽” The Indifference spat back out, the form changing from a kneeling and wounded position to standing in the exact same defiant pose as wisps of smoke and void energy dispelled around the figure.

The Indifference bolted forward, activating the same speed ability of the Volt he had taken form of. Amir responded, yelling out in rage as he raised the large sign and struck the Indifference knocking him towards the edge of the building. The Indifference took the brunt of the hit, but with the reason of being able to grab onto the sign and drag Amir down with him off the building’s edge.

“AMIR!!!!!!!!!” Kali screamed out desperately, watching as the two figures fell off the edge of the building. She threw herself forward, releasing her hand from her wound and letting blood drip all over the concrete as a pair of hands grabbed her by the shoulders.

“AY! Babas you can’t go after him like that!” It was Lettie’s voice, and she was using her Blessing on Kali to restore her wounds. Kali was struggling to stay in Lettie’s grasp, desperately trying to claw her way to freedom to follow after Amir. “Oi! Arthur we found Kali, Amir’s in trouble though!” Quincy called out, grabbing onto Kali as well to help contain her as tears streamed down her face.

Ő̶̧̻͔̻͈̺̰̼̣͖̬̪̞̖̬̤͈̏̃U̸̝̰̬͎͈͎̘͚͖̕L̵̢̨̟͉̰̜̻̳̟̪̻̤͍̳͔͋͠Ĺ̸͖͆̒́̾̐̆̅̈́̂̈́̍̇̚͜͝ͅͅ.̵̞͓̹̺̬͖̠̪̀̅̈͐̈́̎͒̀̓̎̒͛̏͘͝ ̶͙͉̲̦͑͘͠R̶̺̳̗̭͓͗͛͊͛̿̒I̵̠̝̟̝̫̲̙͙̰͔̬̐̀̄̊̉̓̂̈̏͐̊͂̀̈́̽͘Ş̶̼̤̫̪̜̰̣̞̞̱̉̋͂̿̇̾̽͗.̵̢̧̖͈̗̬̃̾̃͌̌̍͐̓̈́̓́̀̀͘̚͝ ̴̛̙̉̑̉̍̅̎̉̂̉̅̓̎͛͌̕͝Ẍ̶̢̢̪̙̮̱̯͈̦̩̻̳̲͈̭̲͇́͛Ä̴̘͇̞̰̬̣͎̫̲̗̫̬̤̥́̈́̒̈́́̄̉T̵͓͔̜̝̾̿̔̈́͐̔̉̈̂͑̈́̚̕͝͝͠͝Ä̸̢̨̛̗̟̲̻̤̮̖̤͉̥͎͖́͒̊͛̉̌͋̂̊̄̽̀͠͝͝ ̶͙̉́̅̓̄͊V̶̢̬̞̙͇͖̤̌̅̌̾̃͂̔́̄̂͂̕͠O̶͎̼̗̘̹̰̥͔̩̱͇͚͉̹̺͈͊͐̀͐͋̓͗͠ͅM̶͔̒̌͘E̵̘͎͉̓̄͑͊̀̽́͂̊̌̆͋̈́̽̄͗͠ M̷̡̧̻̫̒̇A̷̧̛̦̬̖͖̎̒̆̒͜͠R̸̬̟̭̲̉͆̋ͅA̶̝̥̳͓̲̓̀̽̒̌̃ ̵̣̥̦͚̃͆͜Ļ̵̨̞̠̯̓̽O̸̫̹̠̝̅́H̸̢́͠K̶͓̞̙̼̠̃͘.̷͇̀̀́ ̸̻́́́

Kalina winced in pain, bringing both of her hands to her head as the requiem words overwhelmed her mind, causing increasing pain until eventually Kali slumped in Quincy and Lettie’s arms unconscious.

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Amir was punching at the distorted visage of his own face as the two were in free fall to the street below. The only thing that mattered in his mind was that this thing was no longer holding onto Kali, and he had to keep it that way. He gripped onto the shoulders of the figure, electricity crackling loudly and lighting up the dimly lit building side as he incinerated the figure. The Indifference drew a large distorted smile on its face as it’s visage began to turn to ash and smoke around Amir’s grip.

The words caused Amir to wince in pain, as the Indifference completely vanished before him into a plume of void smoke. He then realized how close the ground was approaching him, he snapped his eyes shut and he shouted out in preparation for the ground to make a sickening impact on him. To his shock though, he felt a strange sensation distorting all of his limbs and when he opened his eyes, to his shock and awe it was Aoi that was using her magnetic abilities to freeze him in place. It was one of the first times he thought to himself, Thank Sol he was a partial Warframe.

Arthur bullet jumped in from the side, sliding his arm under Amir’s armpit and helping to soften his landing on the ground. The Excalibur proto frame huffed in exhaustion, “You…are incredibly hard to keep up with.” He snapped.

Amir huffed, placing his hands on his knees as the adrenaline coursed through his veins, his heart beating frantically in his chest as the electricity sparking off his arms slowly began to dissipate. “What can I say, I like to be first place.”

“Guys, We need to get Kalina back to the mall, Now!” Lettie urged as she and Quincy approached, the latter gently carrying Kalina in his arms as a bandage covered the wound on her neck that was still bleeding. “Her pulse is weak, she’s alive but I need more energy to get her healed up.” Amir gasped in shock, rushing over to Quincy as he carefully handed her over to Amir. He cradled her limp body in his arms, using his shoulder to gently rock her head into the crook of his neck.

“I don't sense the Indifference anymore, whatever happened it’s gone now.” Eleanor piped in, coming up at Aoi’s side and carefully studying Kalina’s form.

Lettie hopped on her Atomicycle, revving the engine as Amir activated his speed ability once more, rushing in the direction of the mall with his beloved Drifter in tow. “Hang in there Kali, Hang in there. I’m right here. Please don’t leave me, please.” He spoke to her, even if she couldn’t hear him he did not seem to care.

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Amir paced back and forth in the backroom near Kali’s foundry, the idle grinding of the machines whirring away doing little to drown out his rampant thoughts. All of the Hex members were waiting patiently while Lettie tended to her wounds, and Eleanor made sure that her psyche was still intact. It felt like ages, but eventually Lettie called out to the Hex members from the loft railing.

“Her wound is healing now, I doubt it will leave a scar but I don’t know what that dagger was imbued with.” She huffed in frustration, “Now she just needs rest.”

Amir felt like 20 pounds of weight came off his chest with that news, he sighed heavily, bracing himself forward on his knees as Quincy came over to his side and gave him a reassuring grip on his neck. “Ya did good kid. You saved ‘er life. Ya know that right?” Amir nodded in response, sitting up right and hitting a fist bump with Quincy before he sprinted up the stairs to the loft himself, zipping past Eleanor and Lettie in a flash as they walked down.

Arthur sighed heavily, whatever this Indifference was it was clearly a real danger. “El, how in Sol’s name are we supposed to fight something that could look like any one of us at ANY given moment?”

Eleanor sighed, placing her hands over her stomach and nervously shaking her head. She began to respond, the voices of the Hex fading out as they all left the back room, letting Amir and Kali have some time alone.

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Amir pulled a chair to the side of their shared bed, looking at Kali’s form as she rested under the blankets. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, and wrapped around her neck was a thick set of bandage material covering the wound from the dagger that nearly slit her throat. Amir shuddered, his mind recalling the exact moment he saw that dagger slide away from her throat with blood coating the blade. It made him sick to his stomach. By this point he had tossed all of his armor off loosely on the couch across the room, all of his pouches and weapons thrown haphazardly as he interlocked his metal fingers with her soft ones. He leaned his head against the pillows, awkwardly hunching himself over for his raven hair to be nuzzling against her cheek.

“Please wake up Kalina..I can’t lose you. Please wake up.” He pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks as he sobbed into the pillows beneath him. “I’ll never EVER let this happen to you again.” His pleas were so desperate, he felt as though he had failed to actually keep her safe. He allowed a fake version of her to fool him, he was almost too late to save her. How could he have been so FOOLISH?

Amir continued to sob into the pillows, until eventually the sheer exhaustion got to him. Maybe he had over exerted himself a little in that moment trying to protect her, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer though, and slowly let himself fall to sleep between heartbreaking sobs.

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Kali’s eyes shot open, her mind having played that last moment before unconsciousness was a cruel way of being reminded that she was alive. She felt tears pool in the corner of her eyes, staring blankly into the ceiling above her and began to softly sob.

“Amir…” She muttered through the sobs, bringing up one of her hands to cover her mouth, before a sudden quick motion beside her caused her to jump. Amir’s form practically jumped back to life, his eyes stained red from the exhaustion and the crying and he instantly stood up and leaned over Kali’s face. He removed his hand from hers, pulling both of them to her cheeks and gently directing her gaze to meet his.

“Hey hey hey, I’m here! I’m here! I’m right here babycakes.”

“A-amir?” Kalina asked in disbelief as her eyes scanned all over his face, her nose scrunching up into more sobs as she realised that she wasn’t dreaming. Amir was okay. She brought her hands up and pushed herself off the bed to grab onto his shoulders and drag him down into the bed. She gripped onto his shoulders so tightly, hands and nails almost digging into the metal flesh of his Warframe body.

Amir reciprocated the motion, planting his face into the crook of her neck as tears streamed down his face. He gripped into her shoulders as she brought a hand off his shoulders to caress through his raven locks. She buried her face into his shoulder, tears also streaming down her face, but tears of relief.

“It’s okay baby. I’m here.”

“Amir….I…I’m so sorry. I am SO SORRY. I almost got you killed, y-you almost died!”

Amir brought his head up from her shoulders, planting a kiss on her lips to quiet her desperate cries. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she let Amir’s lips dance with hers for several moments.

“Shhh shhh, I would do the same thing a thousand times again if it meant to keep you safe.”

Amir cooed to her as Kali righted her form on the bed, further pulling herself into his tight embrace. She began to feel her sobs soften as Amir’s presence holding her continued to help ground her and calm her down. He rubbed his hands up and down her back in calming and soothing gestures.

“Kalina Collins, I would go to the end of Sol to find you. I will never let you go. That is a promise.” He paused and gently brought a hand up to the back of her head, gently rubbing onto the base of her neck massaging against the bandage. “Indifference, whatever the hell gets in my way, I’m never going to let go of you.”

Kali hiccupped softly in the crook of his neck, burying her head further into him.

“I love you so much Amir.”

“I love you too Kali.”

#warframe #amir beckett #warframe 1999 #warframe 1999 fic #amir beckett / drifter #amir / drifter #Warframe OC #Drifter OC

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a lesson in romantics; lesson one

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: so here's the first part to the series! i hope you all enjoy <3 it takes place in the early 90s where steve and reader are in their mid-late twenties. disclaimer: i have very limited knowledge on the american school systems or how they work lmao so i'm sorry if it comes across as british-y sometimes but i'll do my best to be as authentic as possible :^) also special shoutout to @inkluvs who originally gave me this idea 1635272 years ago and @onceuponaoneshot who inspired me to actually start writing it hehe

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none, just some introductory stuff, steve being a flirt

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke

SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS, FALL, 1992

September. Fall semester.

A new town. A new school.

Hawkins’ newest resident and Hawkins High newest teacher. You’d spent the last month settling into your new home - a small apartment, nothing extravagant but it was enough for you.

You looked forward to the new start, to get back into the classroom. You loved to teach but the prospect of a new bunch of kids always made you a little nervous.

Making your way into the teacher’s lounge, you quietly said your hello’s to the fellow teachers you had met at orientation a couple days earlier. You silently went about making your morning coffee when a bickering pair burst through the door, a petite girl with a dirty blonde bob who you vaguely recognised as the music teacher and a taller guy, with pretty brown hair and a patterned tie slung around his neck.

You caught his eye as you turned to see the source of the disturbance, a soft but cheeky smile donning his lips. He struggled to keep up whatever conversation he was having with the girl he strolled in with as he finally tore his eyes away from you.

The blonde followed his eyeline to you, she smirked followed by a roll of her eyes. She swatted your mystery co-worker on the chest, followed by a hushed, “Steve! Are you even listening to me?”

He wasn’t. She knew he wasn’t. But at least your mystery co-worker had a name now.

Steve. It suited him.

“You’re such a boy.” She groaned, waving him off before going off the mingle with some of the other teachers.

Steve responded with a laugh as he swanned his way over to the kitchenette where you were stood. “First day?” he asked calmly as he grabbed his regular mug from the cupboard above your head.

“Oh, uh, yeah—“ you stammered, caught a little off guard.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, “I never even introduced myself. I’m Mr. Harrington. History.” He said with much more candor, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You accepted the hand shake, making a mental note at how much bigger his hand was than yours. “I teach art.” You said, after telling him your own name, “Am I supposed to call you Mr. Harrington, then?”

Any confidence and swagger he was sporting crumbled, his cheeks flushed with a pink tinge, “I’m such an idiot,” he confessed with a chuckle, fingers combing through that pretty brunette hair, “I’m Steve. You can call me Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve.” You grinned, a toothy smile that made Steve’s heart thump in his chest. A smile he would be thinking about for days to come.

“Well, I better get going. Minds of the youth to shape and all that but I’ll see you around, yeah?” Steve said, grabbing his coffee cup as he gestured to the door that led to the school halls.

“Sure,” you nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, grabbing your own warm flask. You couldn’t help but let your tummy go all fuzzy at Steve’s kindness, a smile creeping its way onto your lips.

“Have a good first day, newbie.” Steve joked with a wink before he called out to his friend as he walked out the door, “Buckley! Are you coming or what?”

“You’re crushing on the new art teacher, aren’t you?” Robin blurted out.

Steve cursed his best friend under his breath, thanking whatever God was up there that school was yet to start and the hallways were empty.

“I’m in my late twenties Robin, I don’t get crushes.” Steve waved her off, “I mean, sure, she’s pretty cute but besides, we’ve only exchanged two sentences.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington!” Robin chortled, hand on her stomach as she bellowed in the hallway, “That has never stopped you before.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous,” Steve hushed the girl with a roll of his eyes, “anyway, why didn’t you say hi to her? Not very nice of you, Buckley.”

Steve desperately tried to get the attention off of himself, his free hand perched on his hip as he brought his mug of coffee to his lips. His eyes narrowed at Robin over the rim. Like always though, it never worked. His friend far too persistent for his liking.

“Because, dingus,” her tone exasperated now, “I met her at orientation. You know, the thing you didn’t bother showing up for?”

They arrived at the door to Steve’s classroom which was one block over from Robin’s. He groaned audibly at Robin’s comment, “Come on, Robs! I told you I had a migraine,” he muttered as he fished his keys from his pocket, “you know, years of head trauma takes a toll on the ol’ noggin.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she began to turn on her heel to make her way to her own classroom, “it was your loss anyway, Stevie,” Robin teased, a playful undertone to her voice, “‘cause she looked way cuter the other day.”

Steve scoffed at the younger girl, simply not giving her a response, before he closed his classroom door behind him. He slumped in his desk chair as he wondered to himself how he was going to get through the day without his thoughts trailing to you and your smile.

You’d never been so glad to hear the bell ring in your life. You enjoyed your first day, sure, but it was a little overwhelming to say the least. A lot of new faces and names to learn and remember, a thick new syllabus you had to preach to these kids.

A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you gathered your things and locked your classroom door behind you. As you made your way towards the teachers parking lot, you dug through your purse for your car keys as you fell face first into someone’s firm body.

It was like a scene out of a movie. The papers and books that were clutched in your arms went flying across the hallway, your purse and the contents of it spilled all over the floor. A total cliche.

A string of curses tumbled from your lips as you apologised over and over to whoever it was you bumped into. You both knelt to the ground to gather your things when you finally looked into the eyes of who it was.

A pretty set of brown eyes were staring back at you with a coy smile on the lips of their owner. You could only laugh back at him.

Of course it was Steve.

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, scooping up the stray papers, “I’m a total klutz.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he reassured you, handing you back what he had gathered of yours, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Right.” You nodded.

You stood back up, papers and car keys safely in hand now. Steve placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze, “You good?”

Plunging the butterflies in your stomach back down to their depths, you squeaked out a reply, “Yeah, yes. Thank you for not getting mad at me.”

“You kidding?” Steve asked all shocked, tone light and playful, “Can’t get mad at the new girl on her first day. That wouldn’t be very ‘nice and welcoming co-worker’ of me, would it?”

You giggled as you nodded, eyes darting to the floor, unable to meet Steve’s inviting gaze. You gestured to the nearby door with your car keys in hand, “Well, I better get going.”

“Oh! Right, yeah, of course—“ Steve stuttered, waving you off as you made your way to the door, “Hey! A bunch of us get together at a bar downtown after the first Friday of the semester if you wanna join us?”

“Oh, um,” you pondered, “I guess that could be fun.”

“Great,” Steve spoke, “I’ll get you the address. See you tomorrow?”

You nodded as you felt a blush creep on your cheeks. It wasn’t a date. It was not a date, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but wonder what Mr. Harrington would look like in casual clothes.

“You betcha.”

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