#glaring at it like my scorching anger will be enough to burn it off the cover

[soup-sponge]

who decided to print the netflix logo onto books instead of using a sticker. whose idea was it.

i just want to talk.

[lostintransist]

This Bunny Bites - Part 2

The men sat down at a busy bar two buildings down from the strip club. Soap looked like he had taken a flash bang to the face. Eyes wide and unseeing and unable to hear anything going on around him.

“Soap,” Ghost took a tight grip of his shoulder, shaking him once.

He twitched and looked at his friend.

“What the hell is my baby sister doing a strip club looking like that?” Soap’s voice cracked on the last word.

“What I would like to know Soap is how you failed to mention a sister.” Price looked him over, searching for any other hidden secrets that might rise to the surface.

Price’s anger settled over him like a cloak. He couldn’t keep his team safe if they kept secrets like whole people from him.

“I haven’t seen my sister since I ran away from our dad’s house when I was seventeen Cap. I haven’t looked her up ever, I’ll give you all my passwords, you can check.” Soap pleaded his case, a hint of panic edging into his voice.

Price sighed. He had heard Soap lie, and lie well enough, to know this had to be truth. He could see the similarities between them, it happened in their smiles.

“I believe you Soap, but if any one else has a secret family member they haven’t told me about yet you need to speak up now or I will rip you a new asshole when I find out.” Price glared at Simon and Gaz. Simon shook his head and Gaz threw his hands up in a classic ‘don’t shoot’ pose.

Price pinched the bridge of his nose, focusing on breathing through the anger he still carried. “Soap, go and get our drinks from the bar, I need a second.”

“Coming right up Cap.” Soap scooted from tabled they had secured, heading for the bar.

“We need to find a way into Jeffrey Dutson’s personal bedroom, I don’t have time to be worrying about Soap finding his long lost sister.” Price moved on to rubbing his eyebrows, focusing trying to think through all the logistics that would be required to pull off their next job.

Soap deposited all four drinks on the table before sitting back on the bench seat.

“Seems like Soap’s long lost sister could actually help with that,” Gaz took a sip of his beer.

The comment caught Soap mid sip of his own drink. He choked on it, some of the burning liquid coming out of his nose.

Ghost thumped on his back with a fist. Once Soap could breathe again he glared at Gaz.

“We are leaving Bunny out of this.”

Price leaned back, thinking over the idea. “Why? She isn’t important enough for you to keep tabs on and she fits the profile of the women Dutson usually is drawn to.”

“And what is that,” Soap snaps.

Ghost replies now, “Tall, busty, legs for days, easy on the eyes, with enough personality to work a room.”

The glare Soap sent his best friend could have scorched the table between them.

“Donnae talk about her like that,” his accent came out thick when he got mad like this.

“Actually Ghost, research her. See what she has buried. Let’s reach out and see what her price would be to help on this project.” Price took a long sip of his drink, swirling the glass slowly on top of the table.

“Of course Captain. Are we trying to press her into working with us or asking nicely?” Ghost shifts up his mask enough to capture his straw.

“Price I am beggin’ you don’t drag her into this.” Soap glares down at the table as he pleads.

“We will ask her and if we can’t find an arrangement that works for everyone I will find someone else. But the party is in three months, we need a woman working for us now if we have any hope of getting our hands on his notebook.” Price stopped the swirling of his glass. He looked at Soap until the man looked back. “Right now because she’s your sister she is our best chance at having someone we can trust.”

“That’s the thing Cap. She isn’t going to trust us, she hates me.” His voice is bleak.

“Well what a good time for a family reunion then huh?” Price lifted a brow.

There would be no budging on this topic. Soap cursed into his drink, tossed it back and stood to buy himself another one. This would blow up in his fucking face and he didn’t want to be sober when it happened.

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Ghost started digging into the history of Johnny’s sister once they reached the hotel after the bar. He had nearly to carry Soap out of the bar. He didn’t find much, of anything really. She and Johnny shared a father and were two years apart in age. She had remained in the custody of their father after her mother died of an overdose. She had graduated high school a year early and had moved across the country on her own, ending in the port city the 141 had found themselves in. She worked at Hands Off Club and had for several years from the tax forms he had been able to dig up.

Ghost managed to crack into the local hospital records looking for anything, finding only flu shots and a tetanus shot from a few years back. So far no skeletons they could threaten you with. Good, Ghost preferred to make skeletons rather than rattle them. The last thing he found were several properties with your name listed on the deeds, but no accompanying mortgages. After digging through everything he could without breaking into anything truly classified he shut the computer down and settled into bed.

As he lay in the dark he contemplated his next move. A piece being moved across a board. Your turn.

Part 1 | Part 3

Masterlist

[e-dubbc11]

For the sleepover I would really love it if you could write a scene from one of your fics from Billy's POV 😊 It would be great if you could do the scene where Billy saves reader from a drunk in The Rabbit Hole 😍

Thank you in advance!

Lisa, if I could have recorded my reaction to your ask, I would have. I legit squealed and got super excited so I hope you like it, I had fun writing it and thank you for being part of my sleepover! ♥️

Scene from The Rabbit Hole: Billy’s POV

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Word Count: a little over 1K

If you haven’t read The Rabbit Hole, I’ll leave it linked HERE

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Tonight was just what you needed after the long hard day you had. Having a few drinks and dinner with your girl just made everything better.

Seeing her face and beautiful smile always made you smile. Her work stories combined with the inflection she put behind her storytelling made you laugh. It wasn’t easy to do…making you laugh. But she did it with ease.

You loved her.

This was all new to you; forming attachments was considered a sign of weakness and you weren’t weak. You were a marine; you’ve killed people and have done many morally questionable things but she accepted you and you loved her endlessly for it.

Down the long skinny hallway, you made your way to the men's room as the tension eased throughout your body.

Emerging from the hallway after you were finished, you noticed a man standing, and swaying, next to your high top table. You saw him at the corner of the bar when you walked in, pounding back beer like it was his job.

He had his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. The look she had on her face told you she was scared as she tried to pull her wrist free from his grip.

Suddenly your teeth were clenched together. You couldn’t even breathe, you were so angry. The scorching glare you gave the man was intense and could have burned a hole in the back of his head with the rage you felt burning the back of your eyes.

You weren’t going to let anyone put their hands on her without consequences.

Your skin was hot to the touch as the heat rose to your cheeks and your body seized with anger. Being protective was in your nature especially when it came to her. Sometimes you would react without thinking it all the way through but as long as she would be safe, you didn’t care who you had to hurt.

You needed to protect her.

She didn’t even see you coming; your presence took her by surprise as you stalked toward the table. Grabbing the man by the hair, you pulled his head back and slammed it hard into the table. Faintly, you heard empty beer bottles hit the floor and felt pieces of broken glass underneath your shoes.

Y/n hopped up off of her barstool and backed away from the table. You could feel her staring at you; relief and panic flashed in her eyes. She was scared of what you might to do to him.

Still holding the drunk by his hair, you pinned one of his arms against his lower back, slammed him up against the brick wall,and aggressively pulled on his extended arm. You knew you could break it easily if you pulled back just far enough. Your devilish smile curled up enough to reveal gnashed teeth.

You would enjoy breaking his arm.

As you continued to pull back on the man’s arm, he cried out in pain.

“You think you can just put your hands on women whenever you feel like it, you piece of shit.” You said in an angry hushed tone.

She probably tried her hardest to get him to let her go before you returned from the men’s room. She knew how you would react. Shit, you fired a guy at Anvil for staring at her ass too long, let alone someone putting their hands on her.

You hissed in his ear, “Apologize to her or I’m gonna break your arm and make sure it will never be the same after tonight.”

Her voice sounded distant even though she was close by; you were trying to block out all of the excess noise.

“Billy!! He’s not worth it. I’m alright!” You think she said.

The drunk was in agony as you were still forcefully pulling on his arm. If you tugged a little more, it would be broken.

Her words were unclear like she was saying them underwater.

“APOLOGIZE NOW!!” You yelled.

“I’M SORRY!! I’M SORRY!! I’M SORRY!!” He wailed.

The drunk hit the ground hard after you released him and he was promptly thrown out as you rushed to see if y/n was alright.

Looking closely at her wrist, you knew she would eventually have a bruise there. She was ok but her eyes were turned down and sad. Her eyebrows were raised while she gazed at you as if she was looking to see if YOU were alright. After nearly being assaulted by a drunk, she was concerned about you because she loved you.

No one had ever done anything like that for you before. She asked you all the time how you were, she asked how your day was, she would even bring you coffee down to the office sometimes, and so much more.

She actually cared about you and what happened to you.

You knew what it was like to grow up with nothing and not have anyone to count on or protect you. And the one thing you treasured more than anything in this world was threatened tonight.

You finally found someone that you could count on and you didn’t want to let her go. You would fight off every drunk in the city if it meant you could inhale the scent of her perfume every day, see her toothbrush next to yours, and hear her infectious laugh.

Maybe those were selfish reasons; you didn’t care if they were because love was something you had been searching for your entire life so you would go to the ends of the earth to protect her.

The void in your heart was no longer empty. Your scars were permanent but they didn’t hurt anymore, especially the invisible one on your heart because it belonged to her now; it always will and you knew she would protect it, just like you protected her.

She had filled every hollow space, not with temporary fixes like sex but with love and no one was going to take that love away from you. Not now…not ever.

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[mindingmybidness12]

A Hunk of Burnin Love

Summary: You plan to make Wednesday feel hot under the collar but when the roles are reversed will you be able to take the heat? Same universe and A big Roaring Flame.

warnings: Terrible flirting… and arson

“Damn girl, did it hurt when you fell from heaven...uh hell?"

"I wish you'd go to hell."

"I ought to suspend your license for driving me this crazy."

"I don't drive but if I could, I would run you over."

"If you were a chicken, you would be IMPECCABLE."

"If I were a chicken, I would've already pecked both of your eyes out. Granted that I wasn't on somebody's dinner plate yet... still a better fate then having dealt with the likes of you."

You were trying your hand at seducing (read annoying) Wednesday as per usual. You decided to come pester her while she was doing her homework but she didn't so much as glance, she was completely focused on her studies....though not so busy as to flame your ass in between your admittedly crappy pick up lines.

"Damn girl, your ice cold. But I bet I could warm you up though. With a little Burnin' Love."

Before she could even get a response out you spun her chair around and caught her off guard with a hot kiss right on the lips. You bounced away as soon as you broke contact.

Wednesday stared at you with a wide eyed glare filled with rage. Her brow was twitching and her cheeks were pink. She looked gorgeous as always. You debated risking it and going in for a second one when she knocked you out of those thoughts.

“Even when I can expect something this idiotic from you I still can’t help but shocked at the gall. If you try a stunt like that again, I’ll peel your lips off of your face. Are. We. Clear?”

“Wait you mean to tell me you were expecting that? You had your guard up and you still got kissed? If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought you were wanting that to hap—ohhhh.”

“Wipe that moronic look off your face. You know that's not what I meant."

You just stared at Wednesday with a smug shit eating grin on your face. You were completely unfazed by her snarling, teeth gnashing disposition. Because you had stumbled onto one interesting fact about your dearest of friends.

"You want me."

Wednesday stared at you in stunned silence.

"You want me so bad that it hurts. You can't help if you tried. You're trying to play it cool, but I'm on to you! I've melted down your cold dead heart by showering you with my Burnin' Loooove!" here you started doing an Elvis impression and started shaking your hips for no apparent reason. It had quite the affect on Wednesday who was seething in anger and embarrassment.

She'd had enough.

Wednesday grabbed her lighter from her coat pocket and eyed the can of hair spray that laid abandoned on Enid's bed. Finally she turn towards you as you had your back turned to her facing the complete opposite direction while doing pelvic thrusts. At this point you had turned on Spotify to sing along with Elvis (You didn't actually know the lyrics). You had gotten so wrapped up in singing that you had forgotten it was all to tease Wednesday in the first place.

Not only were you a nuisance but you didn't even have the class to stay focused on her. She hated you and she hated being ignored. She hated you for ignoring her. You will pay.

Trial by fire. She'd cleanse you with her unholy flames.

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Enid came back from her date with Ajax to find her dorm floor covered in soot and scorch marks. In the center of it all were the two culprits. Y/N and Wednesday were wrestling around the floor fighting over a dagger (Wednesday's dagger) while cursing and biting at each other. They both covered in soot and mild burns.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Enid screamed out catching both their attentions.

"HELP THIS BITCH IS TRYNA KILL M--!!" your cries for help were cut off when Wednesday started choking you with one hand and bringing the knife closer with the other.

"Shut up! Enid leave and close the door! I've got them right where I want them."

"Choke me harder, mommy." you gasped out as Wednesday had you in her grip.

"W-wha?"

You had thrown her off enough to slightly loosen her grip. You immediately took advantage and knocked the knife out of her hands and flipped your position so that you were straddling her.

"Gotcha bitch!"

"Oh god's she's flirting back? I knew she was into weird shit but playing with fire AND choking?" Enid was at the point of fainting.

She decided to get the hell out before she saw something she never would recover from. She closed the door and turned around to walk away, all the while ignoring the muffled cries coming from her room.

A/N: and that's that. This is a little something I had cooking in the back. Enjoy. ALSO THANKS FOR THE 200+ LIKES ON MY LAST POST SHEESH!!!!

See you when I see you.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

A Slip Through Worlds (Part 17)

Can the real Mary Guppy please stand up? (Based on @idiotwithanipad 's Gore Au).

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Her power is fading, shadows recoiling before the rising dawn. Except the sun now be her own reflection, swathed in blinding light that burns hotter than any earthly fire. This Mirror version of herself, descended from the same damn world as her sweet girl and her meddling companions. The world that did corrupt her own precious daughter and turn her against her mother.

Curse them. Curse the whole wretched universe! Let it all crumble and decay! Let her own Nightmarish land feast on its carcass!

Her smoke, her faithful tendrils that have served as better limbs than her own stiff, bony arms all these years, have shrank down from the size of a Hydra's neck to mere garden snakes, withering at her sides.

The other Mary continues her approach, her eyes like two white balls of condensed light beneath the brow of an angered mother.

Mother....

She laughed.

"How dare thee...?" The witch sneers, "How dare thee show thyself now?! Here! At the end of all things!"

Her bony legs buckle beneath her waist. Every step the other Mary takes towards her seems to zap more of her strength, leaving her feeling as weak and fragile as a...As a mortal. A mortal at the point of death.

Laughing more, she falls to her knees. But it be no show of defeat.

"Where was thee ten years past? Five years?! One?!" She growled, feeling as feral as her once faithful minion, "Where were thee when that poor girl did cry out, alone, for her mother?!"

The other Mary stood still at last. The fixed, stoic expression on her face faltered, lips parting slightly.

She turned to look at the three little'ens huddled together at the side, watching them with trepidation. Mary glared up at her twin, hoping she had the best of explanations at hand. For the other Silver's sake.

"I...I was always close to my little'en's side..." She whispered, her voice losing some of the booming self-righteousness it had when she appeared.

The witch scoffed; "Thou was nowhere near close enough! Have yous any idea of the pain in that girl's heart?!"

"...I has watched-."

"Watched?! Watched?! T'was me who looked into her mind! Me who pierced her memories!" The witch flared, what little remaining of her power released in a wave of embers around her; "For all but a minute, I felt that Silver's heart inside mine own, like a baby's first heartbeat within the womb. I felt her suffering, her loss...Pain that YOU inflicted 'pon the child!"

The other Mary winced then, her sanctimonious light flickering like a candle in the breeze.

"How could you? How coulds you stand to leave her?!" The witch accused, steam escaping her scorched tear ducts instead of water; "She was your DAUGHTER!"

Another flicker, greater this time, light battling against the threat of the witch's smoke rebuilding.

Perhaps they would all finally see why she did all of this. Perhaps her girls would, at last, understand.

Both Silvers merely continued to watch in silence. The one from this world, the Silver who had to grow up too fast, had her eyes fixed on her own mother. Waiting for what she had to say for herself, maybe.

The other Mary sighed. She then moved down onto her knees, sitting before the witch.

Her light dimmed slightly, so the witch could comfortably look upon her and not feel as though she was attempting to converse with the sun.

"...T'was not my choice to abandon my darling girl." She began to explain; "The morn' that I were sucked off, I hads no fore warning, no clue that it would be my final moment in that there house. The few nights yester, when I dids wish my little'en sweet dreams for her monthly slumber, I was not aware it would be the last time I'd do so."

"You wish to claim ignorance as thy defence?"

"No...Let me speak." It was a plea, not an order; "When I dids realise what had happened, that I hads finally received my blessed suckings off, my joy turned rotten when I was lead to the watery window, where I coulds look back on those I loved...and I saw my darling girl still asleep on her bed." She glanced at her Silver again, "Her face beheld such a beautific smile and the peace of angels. And it caused my heart to shatter...Because I knew the grief which she would awake to on the next moon."

Amy, the one who talked far too much, reached to squeeze her friend's arm.

"Indeeds...My fear did come true, when she woke to be informed of my passing. T'was nearly as painful as burning alive to watch her cry and not be allowed to hold her." Mary lamented, touching an amulet held by a string around her neck.

The witch recognises the pink and black gems at once. They match their daughters' hair...If she were to craft one of her own, it would have to include shards of jade agate for all the leaves her own little'en regularly obtains.

"Did that desire not fuel any action to return to her side?! Or bring her into your new world?!"

Mary's jaw tightened; "Dost ye truly think I dids not try?! That I did not attempt to drown myself in those magic waters in hopes of swimming my ways back to her?"

"You...You did?!" The Silver with working eyes gasped, truly shocked.

"Oh! Oh, darling girl! Of course I did! Ask all those who come to use the well when ye arrive, they shall confirm, I was a mess! My pain did make my first few months a misery there, as each attempt I made to reach thee failed." Mary told her child, "Young Amy there dids go through the same, dids ye not, child?"

The sullen girl pursed her lips and then swallowed her embarrassment, nodding.

"Did think it seemed like you weren't that shocked by how dark it got for me there." Amy noted.

Mary gave her a smile; "We all must traverse the shadows of loss at one time, little'en. T'was important to me that I helped you find the light, as mine Annie did to me."

"Annie?!"

What did she have to do with this?! The witch shuddered as the name felt like a barrel of ice water thrown over her head.

"Annie...She but left us too..."

The two Mary's eyes connect and her double's suddenly fills with sympathy.

"Oh! Oh wait...I thinks I understands now."

She reached to press her sturdy, warm, flesh hands over the witch's skeletal ones. The wraith wanted to pull away from her touch, but felt too weak.

Mary smiled at her; "You believe your Annie dids choose to leave thee? Be that right?"

Pain coursed beneath her visible rib cage, beneath the charred and blistered skin of her chest. The witch creased and lowered her nearly bald head.

"Of course she dids...Why woulds anyone choose to remain with THIS?!" She seethed.

A gasp came from her darling girl.

"Mummy..." was all her Silver said.

She shook her skull; "Annie were too good a soul to love a wraith like me. A husk...a witch...I loved her with what little light remained in my soul...And she abandoned me."

"As ye believe I abandoned my little'en?" Clarified the other Mary.

Somehow, it all made so much more sense for it to be deliberate. It frightened her far less to believe the cosmos was not some random, helpless sequence of joy and tragedy. Besides, one only had to look at her to see the reason why the woman she fell in love with would want to disappear to another realm of existence.

After Annie had left, Mary had vowed to never give her truest love to another again. Nothing stronger than appreciation and fondness for her dear ally. And then...centuries later...he'd laid a strange, giggling child at her feet...

It would be different this time, she'd told herself. She could keep her little girl close, raise her to never, ever want to leave her Mummy. Never break what remained of her heart.

Her other self touches her face; "Sister mine. T'is time to let go of all these resentments and blame 'pon thyself. I do not know what feelings your Annie dids have...But I know that, if she be any similar to mine, they would have been true. And that she is waiting for yous to get your suckings off so that you mays be reunited."

Once those words would have been like heaven themselves for her to hear. But she regarded her daughter again, craning her ears to hear everything. The thought of leaving her...

"Hmm. Perhaps you is a stronger woman than I. A better mother, to keeps the will to stay with thy babe." Mary complimented her; "But please...Do not accuse me of having taken in stride being parted from my darling girl."

The witch held herself, bony arms tugging the remains of her cloak of smoke around her shoulders.

"How do ye bare it? How does it not drive thee to madness?" She asks, truly wishing to know.

A groan came from the weakened form of dear ally, who clearly wished to know as well. The witch cringed as she realised what she had done to him moments ago...Her dearest friend...

Mary squeezed her bony fingers.

"When it became clear there was no way to return to my girl, nor speeds up her suckings off, I did rant and wail and curse the heavens for an age. When I realised that, too, brought no result...I turned my focus to the future. In working every day before me to prepare a home for my darling girl."

"A...a home?" Her Silver gasped.

"Oh, turnips! T'was 'sposed to be a surprise! Sorry, little'en."

The teenager shared a thrilled, tearful look with her shadowy friend.

"Where'd you think I got the idea from?" Amy smirked, nudging her.

A home. The witch let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding, her lungs barely functioning with how clogged with ash they were. There was no way for her to miss what was clear to her, nearly as bright as the other Mary's light.

There was...love here. So much love, between her sweet girl and her friend....and her mother. Her real mother. Guilt stuck her deep in the heart.

No wonder the girl ran from her embrace.

She was...a monster.

The witch howled out her grief as she pulled away from the other Mary, pushing away all her further attempts to comfort her.

"Sister, dear-."

"Don't! Do nots approach..." She began to weep without tears, probably appearing as a pitiful, smoldering wretch to them all; "I has done too much...'Caused too much pain...I am sorry. I am so sorry, sweet girl," She looked straight at the other Silver; "I only wanted to...to..."

"I know." Said the girl, "I know."

Her eyes shone with forgiveness. But it wasn't enough. Nothing could ever wash away her sins. Not just against the child she'd attempted to steal away and twist her mind...

But her own family. How could they ever-?

"No."

A grunting voice spoke up, just as a furry head nudged her. The witch looked at her ally, still singed and burned from the attack she'd thoughtlessly launched at him earlier. How could he stand to be this close to her? How could he meet her eyes?

There was not enough power in her to heal him. No sweet relief she could offer, not to mend the burns on his skin or close his scars, nor to quiet the constant noise torturing his brain. Her hands were nothing but useless bones.

"Sorry...My beloved, I is sorry. Any hatred you feel be justified-."

He wrapped his arms around her skull, bringing her in close, tucked beneath his chin.

"No." He uttered, his paw smoothing over her burned shoulder blades; "No."

Sobs wracked through her as, for once, she took comfort in him. Her friend, loyalty unmatched. She would devote every hour that followed in her existence to being someone worthy of such grace.

Slow, uncertain footsteps approached. A pair of boots.

"....Mummy?"

The witch looked up into the face of her daughter. Her beautiful, perfect daughter.

Silver's smile twitched, nervously; "....Can we please go home now?"

Mary felt the blackened lump of a heart in her chest begin to grow and beat once more.

She reached out her hand and took hold of Silver's, tugging the teenager down onto the floor, into the arms of herself and dear ally, who immediately nuzzled his 'Cub'.

The witch kissed Silver's hair.

"Yes, darling girl. We's going home."

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Amy had begun to wonder if, in all the sappy heartfelt moments she witnessed, everyone had forgotten the fricken' apocalypse was occurring all around them. But they seemed to be protected, temporarily, from the fallout. Their Mary, kickass fire angel Mary, had formed something of a barrier around them to stop them being crushed by a shower of tiny comets or split apart by lightning.

Once the uglier versions of her friends had spent enough time crying and hugging out their feelings, the witch climbed to her feet and faced their Mary once again.

"We has to repair the wall. All of us." She stared.

Fucking finally!

"How do we plan to do that?" She asked.

Other Silver giggled and bounced; "The way it all started, of course! With a dance!"

"You can't use dancing to solve every-."

"No, no." The witch interrupted Amy; "My darling girl be correct. This has to finish how it all began." She looked at the two Pagans; "Silvers. Stand in front of t'other. Like ye be each other reflections."

Both Silvers did as they were told. They stood, facing each other, nearly eye to eye.

Other Silver giggled.

"Well...Was nice having a twin sister, hehe. Even if only for a little while." She smiled.

Her own Silver smiled back; "Yeah, it was. Maybe we can get to be sisters again in our dreams, some time?"

"I'd love that! Hehe." Her blind double bounced; "We can play with real dragons next time, haha."

"Sounds good to me."

The two girls raised their hands up and pressed their palms together. Nothing seemed to change around them to start. The chaos had calmed, slightly, the thunder and lightning giving way to more peaceful, steady clouds.

They both frowned and then looked to their mothers.

"Is it working?" Her Silver asked.

"Hmm...It may need all of us to reform the wall." The witch nodded to their Mary.

Amy had no other version of herself. Had that lucky bitch managed to sleep through this whole drama? She met the eyes of the hunched caveman beside the other Mary.

"Shit! Robin..."

"I coming...Coming..." He limped his way towards them, the paralysis now truly wearing off. He stood before his double, whose lips twitched slightly in a crooked...smile?

He seemed to nod in something like gratitude to her Robin. Amy could only wonder what was said to tame the beast into something close to a decent human so quickly.

Amy stood behind her friends as the six of them stood in parallel lines, each facing their counterpart.

"Imprisonment and brainwashing aside..." Silver said to the witch; "....Thanks. For everything you...tried to do....for me." She weakly smiled.

The witch gazed back at her with genuine affection.

"Never forget, Silver Guppy, you has a mother who loves you. In thy own world and beyond."

Silver looked ready to fight back tears again.

Her double was following her nose to where Robin stood; "Thanks again, fluffy friend. For taking care of me and letting me play with your friends. I had the bestest time."

Robin blushed and looked sheepish.

"Will pick a star for you, other Moonah Girl." He promised, making the giggly Pagan squirm with joy.

"We cannots delay any longer. Focus your intent, all." The witch tells them, as if they were her coven to lead.

Mary looked to her right, to her Silver.

"Ready, little'en?"

"Oh fuck yes." She grinned.

Everyone closed their eyes and pressed their hands against their doubles. They took a breath, twirled against the other, Amy quickly following her friend's steps so as not to be left on the wrong side, and then let go as the wall solidified between them.

In the space of a second, the thunder ceased, the chaos went silent as the grave. Order returned to take control.

Apocalypse averted. Hopefully.

The other Mary, Robin and Silver vanished behind an endless barrier of clouds and formless energy. Amy felt ready to collapse with exhaustion.

"Guys?! Are we good?" She asked.

Silver and Robin turned and looked each other, up and down, both as suspicious as the other after everything that had happened.

Slowly, the caveman leaned forward, flaring his nostrils at her to get a good sniff. Silver reeled back, frowning as if he had now lost his mind. He then waved his paw in front of her eyes, and she laughed, slapping it aside and then tugging at his beard. Convinced, he laughed in joy and scooped her up, spinning her around off her feet.

"MY MOONAH GIRL!" He cheered.

"My Robin!" Silver chuckled, arms tight around his neck.

The relief felt more euphoric for Amy than a hundred cigarettes.

The two seemed reluctant to let go, even when Robin put Silver back onto her feet.

Then a voice spoke.

"My brave little witch."

Silver pulled away from Robin and turned, suddenly reminded of the miracle beside her.

Tears sprang to her eyes.

"...You came." She sobbed.

Mary nodded; "My little girl needed me."

Silver sniffed.

"Can you...? Again...?"

Mary's smile fell, as her aura seemed to dim also.

"I dunnos, my love. Am not sure how I dids manage it this time, in troth. Can already feel my Annie rousin' me from where I fell asleep. Might just be this once...Till we is together once more."

Sadness fashed across Silver's face. Her friend could never seem to catch a break. But she nodded, not letting it get her down.

"Till then...Mum." She smiled; "Thanks for coming."

"Anytime, darling girl. Any..."

The connection faltered. Mary's light faded, along with her image and her voice. Silver was left staring at empty space. She reached out her hand, as if to check her mum was truly gone, then held her own hands together.

Robin and Amy shared a look before moving closer to her.

Silver sniffed and rubbed her eyes.

"I didn't even check to see if I could get a hug." She laughed, bitterly, a tear running down her cheek.

Amy reached to tap her arm; "I'll pass on one for you."

Silver looked at her, gratefully. Knowing how awkward affection was for Amy, even with her HS a thing she left behind in the old world, it was a pretty big gesture.

Robin grunted; "And hey. Me got plenty hugs to give 'way for free." He smiled, raising a paw.

The Pagan gladly took him up on the offer, leaning into his furs. Amy also shuffled her way in, feeling like the furball had earned his kudos after that epic brawl he went through for them. And maybe she needed a bit of comfort herself.

They let Silver have time to collect her feelings about everything that had gone down and release some more tears in Robin's arms.

"What happen now?" The caveman ask; "We leave boring cloud space?"

"Fuck yeah. You guys are gonna need to wake up at some point." Amy said, matter of fact.

"Oh yeah! We're still technically asleep." Remembered Silver.

"Literelly, you're asleep, we were just doing a whole Inception thing with Crazy Mary regressing us back to kids."

"She what now?" Asked Robin.

They filled him in on what had been going on in their heads while they were trapped in the witch's hold.

"Aww, I miss Stompy Baby and Moonah Baby?" He gushed; "Sound so cute!"

"Shut up! And not a word to Humphrey, he was bad enough when Alison gave him that photo of me." Amy grumbled.

Silver laughed at her friend's embarrassment before thankfully changing the subject.

"Well, Robin should probably wake up soon to tell your dad that you're safe." She reasoned; "But I feel like I've still got until the full moon till I can properly join him..." She thought for a moment before asking; "You guys wanna play Mortal Kombat in my room?"

"Ooh, sure! Me love combat." He grinned, putting his arms around both girls.

Amy frowned; "Is that the really gory fighting game?"

"Yeah, where you get to rip spines out and all that jazz. You'll both love it."

Laughing together, the three of them made their way across the astral plane towards Silver's childhood bedroom, leaving the great wall of the universe behind them. As they left, Amy sent a quiet prayer to all her best friend's gods to ensure that none of them would ever, ever have to return.

THE END

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 13a

*Warning Adult Content*

Possession - Part 1

I'm going to kiss you now.

Everett isn't that far off from begging for it.

The dark look swirling in Knox's eyes burns brightly, the heat so intense that Everett swears he's beginning to melt from the inside out.

He's more excited about kissing this man than he had been about losing his virginity all those years ago.

That night, which later turned out to be a disappointment, doesn't compare in the slightest to what's happening right now, the scorching result of an attraction that has taken its sweet, sweet time to grow.

Everett told himself again and again that he needed to behave while living at the clubhouse and especially when around Knox.

His body, however, had rejected that ludicrous request every single time.

Why be good when it feels so much better being bad?

Having Knox's hands on him isn't enough.

Everett wants more, so much more.

His chest continues to rise and fall as he breathes heavier, faster, lust having put him in a violent chokehold.

The realization that this isn't a dream, that this is finally happening after weeks of teasing each other, has him scared he'll spontaneously combust before Knox can seal the deal.

The man doesn't look nervous at all, at least not on the outside, so what the fuck is taking him so long to wrap up what he started?

"Do it," Everett whispers, barely able to recognize his own needy voice. "Kiss me, damn it."

His quivering hands grip Knox's waist and slowly travel up his muscular back as if he's scared the man will poof and disappear in the next ten seconds.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Was giving you one last chance to back out," Knox says. "You sure you don't want to take it?"

"No, I'm not going anywhere."

What Everett does take is matters into his own hands.

He tilts his head back, pushes his mouth forward and closes his eyes when he feels their lips touch.

Holy shit.

Occasionally, Everett can be a bit of a dreamer.

But never did he think he'd ever get to experience a moment like this, one he had only seen in movies.

He feels it happen the second after they kiss.

He feels the world shift beneath their feet, pleasure dancing beneath his skin as Knox's tongue wastes little time tasting the inside of his mouth.

Everett, wholly and happily, succumbs to Knox's possession.

He feasts on it.

Drowns in it.

Becomes one with it entirely.

Fuck, does he feel what I'm feeling?

He has to feel it, too.

He has to know.

The kiss begins and ends all too soon as the sound of footsteps slows to a stop beside them.

It's like a bucket of cold water gets poured over Everett when Knox pulls away from him with a deep growl to check out the sudden intrusion.

The man's irritation gradually morphs into anger as he guides Everett behind him before turning around to face one of his brothers.

"Can I help you with something, Mason?" Knox scowls, widening his stance despite there not being a threat. "Because I'm pretty fucking busy here."

"I'll be quick. So I finally have an update on the..." Mason pauses when he catches Everett peeking from behind Knox.

He flashes the boy a friendly smile that Knox immediately disrupts with a low grunt, urging him to keep talking.

"You know what... Uh, just forget it. You two were obviously in the middle of something. I'm sorry for ruining it."

"It's okay..." Everett starts.

"It's not," Knox interrupts, still glaring at Mason.

"Oh my God, can you please chill?" Everett slaps Knox on the arm, then smiles at Mason. "Really. It's okay. We were just, um, talking about what we wanted for dinner tonight."

Mason nods, playing along with the blatant lie.

"Yeah, of course."

Out of all the members that Everett has met up to this point, Mason is the only one who doesn't look like he belongs here.

He's tall and skinny with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes.

His slender body contains not a single piercing or tattoo.

Everett wouldn't stop and walk in the opposite direction if he saw Mason coming his way on the street.

The guy's vibe is more of a surfer boy than member of a dangerous motorcycle club.

Then again, looks can be deceiving.

Everett knows better than to judge a book by its cover.

Mason has clearly put in the work, whatever that consists of, to become a patched member, so he can't be as innocent as he looks.

Everyone living at the clubhouse probably has blood on their hands. Some more than others.

"Hey, listen. I don't want to cause any problems, so..."

Everett steps from behind Knox, trying his best to appear calm and collected despite getting caught red-handed locking lips with, allegedly, the deadliest member of The Fallen Angels.

"I can just leave and give you two a moment alone if it's something important that needs to be discussed in private."

"No."

Knox doesn't give Everett the chance to sneak off.

He grabs him by the hand and tugs him right back to his side.

"We've got other places to be, so Mason will have to wait."

Arching a brow and tilting his head slightly, Knox dares Mason to object.

"Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, man. Whatever you say."

Mason gives them an apologetic look before slowly backing away.

"Just, uh, try to come find me whenever you become available again. I'm going to try to hunt down Pres and tell him what I discovered."

He smirks at Knox once he's a safe enough distance away.

"You two lovebirds have fun and play safely."

"Better watch it, you little shit..." Knox snarls.

Mason sprints off, laughing up a storm before Knox can snatch him up and force his words back down his throat.

"I can't believe this has happened again. Another interruption. I swear we can't get a fucking break around here. It's like they exist to keep us from..." Knox exhales a deep breath, shaking his head. "Never mind."

"Another time, I guess."

Everett giggles and pushes up on his toes to kiss Knox on the cheek.

So not what he had in mind for them minutes ago.

"We should get cleaned up. I feel gross and sticky... but like, not in the good way."

Knox laughs.

"You and your filthy mouth."

"Shut up. I know you like it," Everett smirks.

"Very much," Knox says.

"Let's get out of here before we get another fucking visitor."

[flightsoffandom]

Loneliness

Pairs: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader, Steven Grant x Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Words: 8387

Summary: Even with your emotions still out of control, you find yourself feeling particularly lonely.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, angst? Trauma, dealing with trauma and descriptions of panic attacks (based on my experience with panic attacks), mentions of passed possible suicidal thoughts but nothing detailed, POV switches all over the place because I think it helps tell the story. Sexual references but no smut. Not an accurate representation of DID, basing it off the show’s depiction.

Notes: Female reader, as per Anon’s request, Spider-Woman!Reader. As per warnings, POV switches all over the place. Hopefully, they aren’t too confusing. I don’t speak Spanish, so if I got some of the translations wrong, let me know and I will fix them, but I tried to check them through multiple sources so fingers crossed. Things shown like this ‘Words. Word word.’ are meant to be the boys talking to each other internally. 

Thank you to @rosaren2498 for coming up with a name for Jake’s new MCU suit, MidKnight.

Continuation of Life As You Know It - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 * - Part 4 - Part 5

Dr. Strange had completely laid you out once again, "So why don't you try to connect with them? Jake is following you around, anyway." You growl and jump back up to your feet, "Because that's not MY Jake… They have their own lives." You spin and try to kick Strange in the chest. He uses his magic and pushes you away, "And? They are alive here. Isn't that enough? You could at least try." You grumble and slide across the floor, "Why don't you talk to Christine, then?" Strange glares at you, floating above you. You had pissed him off. You quickly summoned a magic shield, flickering and barely managing to stay there. Dr. Strange blasts you with fire, "Because I had my chance and now she is with someone else." Your shield barely blocks the flames from your body. You can already feel some burns forming. Strange backs his fire down, "But for you. You don't even know if they are seeing anyone." You stand up and jump up, grabbing Strange with an eldritch whip, "I would be inferring with their lives… These versions of them aren't mine." 

You tighten the whip and yank Strange across the room. He thuds into a wall and then summons energy into his palms and throws them at you, "Jake keeps leaving gifts at the door. What more do you need as a sign to just talk to him?" You used your magic shield to deflect each blast, ignoring the question. Strange notices this and starts shooting stronger blasts at you, "Just. Go. Talk. To. Him." Each word is punctuated with a blast until you are pushed against the wall with your flickering shield failing. Strange lifts another blast ready to strike you. You hunch behind the shield, "FINE." You yell loudly, more annoyed than anything else. Dr. Strange makes the energy disappear, and he floats back down to the ground. You brush yourself off, scorch marks clear on your clothes, "I'll talk to him, Jesus." Strange nods, "Good. I grow weary of him looming at our front step." You roll your eyes still messing with your burnt clothes, "Did you know sometimes you talk like you're a billion years old?" Strange ignores you and leaves the room.

You go change your clothes, putting some ointment on your burns even though they will heal in a few days. You walk into the foyer and peek out the window. Sure enough, Jake was there, sitting on the hood of his limo, waiting. Even your Jake was an odd combination of the world's most impatient and patient man. This Jake seems no different. Willing to wait outside for most of the day just to see if you would leave and if you did, then he would follow you around, at a respectable distance. You took a deep breath and walked outside.

 Jake noticed as soon as you opened the door. His head turned up to see your face. You had burns on you, nothing serious, but seeing them caused anger to bubble under his skin. He knew you could handle yourself despite that the idea of you hurt upset him. Jake waited for you to walk past him like you always did. Instead, you walked right up to him, "Come on. I'd like to go for a walk." Jake watched you. This was the first time you had ever really talked to him. Other than when you thought you hurt him. You were stiff and uneasy looking. You also wouldn't look at his face. Jake shrugs, "I am fine with just following you around if that makes you more comfortable." You shake your head, "I think I have been letting you do that too long." You start walking before adding, "Just come on." Jake decides to just listen and walk beside you.

 You kept glancing at Jake out of the corner of your eye. He was so handsome, and you had missed him so much. But if you were completely honest with yourself, if the sun hit his face just right, you started to see blood covering his face. You knew it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Your mind makes you relive your nightmares. The trauma of losing him resurfacing, but it still made your stomach turn when your brain flooded you with those images. It was quite awkward. You cleared your throat and looked down at the ground, "Why does the stupid chicken have you following me around for? And giving me stuff?" Jake glanced over at you, "Khonshu wanted your help protecting the travelers of the night or whatever bullshit he is having me do. The gifts were just because you seemed like you needed them." You almost chuckle. Almost. Your Jake was blunt too, never cared much for beating around the bush. You once joked that he would much rather beat the bush itself, back when you felt like making jokes. 

In the silence, you noticed something weird. You couldn't see Marc or Steven in Jake's reflections. Maybe it was because you had ignored your spider-sense for months that it was finally failing you. And sure, even your Moon boys weren't always co-conscious, but they were more often than not. You started checking the reflections and still nothing. Jake noticed your odd glances, "What are you doing?" You freeze for a moment, not sure how to explain. You quickly pick back up the pace to not cause problems with New York sidewalk traffic. You bite the inside of your lip before deciding to be honest, "Where are Marc and Steven?" 

This time Jake stops, causing someone to run into him. To which Jake curses at them in furious Spanish. And with that, you actually smile. Fast to anger and annoyance. You don't know why it made you happy, but it did. His brow furrowed in the same way, the same curses spilling from his lips, just like your Jake. Jake snatched you and pulled you aside, "How do you know about them?" Now you're not sure what to say. How to explain it to him. You couldn't tell him the truth. So you quickly came up with a convincing lie, "Bird man told me about them." Jake's eyes you suspiciously. He didn't seem to fully believe it but he didn't question further. Jake pushed you both back into walking, "Then he should have told you that Me and Marc work for Khonshu, but Marc doesn't know about me. Steven isn't involved with Khonshu at all and doesn't know about either of us."

You feel your heartbreak. Marc had told you about the issues they had before coming to an agreement. How it hurt to switch sometimes if they weren't all on the same page. The fugue states where one of them would wake up somewhere and not remember anything about how they got there. Your boys had worked that all out before they met you. But in this universe they were fractured apart, not working together as a team. They all must be in so much pain and so confused. You feel your eyes start to well up and you quickly speed up, "I think our walk is over." You feel Jake try to grab your arm and you quickly move away before glaring at him. Which was a mistake because you could tell by the look in his eyes that he saw you were starting to cry. So you ran off, twisting around the corner so you could portal away to safety and not have to look at him anymore.

 Jake rounded the corner after you, and of course, you were gone. Only a few sparkles gave away what had happened to you. Jake sighed and turned to make the walk back to his limo. You had smiled at him, for only a moment but it was there. It was when he had been pissed and aggressive about someone not paying attention to where they were going. He didn't understand you. You smiled at his temper but cried when he had mentioned his alters being in the dark about him. You didn't make sense to him. He grumbled and got back to his limo, deciding to leave the weird magician's house for the day, knowing you wouldn't be back out.

Jake went and slept at a crappy hotel down the way. He started having another dream about you. One that felt too real for his mind to be just making it up. 

You stood in front of him in a skintight suit, back to him. The range of purples complimented you so well. And the way the suit hugged your ass made him feral. You had a mask in your hands. He could only assume it was yours. You giggled happily, "Are you guys ready for the surprise?" Jake nodded eagerly and then slapped your ass. You jumped and laughed, "Hey that's not the surprise." Then Jake heard them. First Marc, 'Can she really blame us? Look at her.' Then Steven, 'Come on you two, keep it in our pants. [Y/N] has been excited about this all day.' In the dream, it wasn't a foreign feeling to hear the others altogether. It felt normal. Even though there was a part of his brain that knew in the waking world, none of them had ever been on that level of communication. Jake had also never gotten your name before. Khonshu never used it and you hadn't told him it, yet. But your name was perfect. You were still waiting for an answer. So Jake spoke back up, "We're ready." You smiled so widely and slowly turned around. Covering the collar of your suit for a moment before sliding your hands off of it. Revealing three crescent moons. 

Pearlescent like the fabric Jake had seen you cry over in the real world. You looked at Jake, bouncing with excitement, "I added them to my suit. I figured since we're all an actual couple now and we fight crime together. That my wardrobe needed a bit of an update." You watched Jake expectantly. Jake's hand came up and grazed the moons on your chest. Your voice became soft and sweet, "One for each of my Moon Boys." Jake could hear the love in your voice. Fuck, he could feel the love in your voice. It filled him up completely. Jake's hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you close, "All three of us love them." Then his lips meet yours, soft but getting hungrier. And with that, his dream faded.

 Dr. Strange pushed you across the room, "How did it go?" You groan and slowly get up, "I don't want to talk about it." Strange laughed and threw an energy ball at you, "Too bad." You barely dodge but then charge at him, "They aren't co-conscious in this universe." He raises an eyebrow as he blocks you, "Isn't being co-conscious rather uncommon for D.I.D." You roll back on the ground before springing back up, "It depends. Varies from case to case. I didn't go to school for it or anything, just read up on it 

to understand my boyfriend's better." You summon your tao mandalas before continuing, "But my boys were already working together. Jake said here they don't even all know about each other." You hit Strange a few times, your mandalas staying strong. Strange nods as he blocks your hits, "Maybe you can help them." You slip away from him and frown, "I don't know… I'm not doing too hot myself. I cry for over fifty percent of the day… On a good day." You take a chance to grab onto a nearby bar and flip on top of it. Standing over Strange, "Even if I can help, what am I supposed to say?" You exaggeratedly move your hands, "Hey, I am from a different universe where we had a life together. So don't bother telling me about your deeply personal emotional childhood trauma. I know all about it already as a complete stranger to you. Let me help." Your voice drips with sarcasm. Strange nods, "Not exactly the best way to phrase it, but I get your point." You nod back before springing up and summoning your mandalas before slamming down on top of Strange. He had a shield up, but you managed to break it. You land on top of him before quickly rolling off so you don't hurt him, "You believe in soul mates, Doctor?" Strange brushes himself off and actually thinks about it, "As a man of science… No." You nod thinking that was all he had to say. But then Dr. Strange looks at you, "As a master of the mystic arts… Yes." You stop for a moment and think about it before just nodding again. Leaving the training room.

 Jake stood outside like always. It had been a week since he had walked with you. He hadn't seen you leave the wizard's house. Jake knew you could have been avoiding him and going out of the house without him noticing. But something told him you hadn't been out of the house at all.

Jake stopped by your favorite place to eat and grabbed you your favorite food, which he knew from following you around for months. He knocked on the wizard's door and waited. The wizard surprisingly answered, "I could report you for loitering." Jake glared at the man, "I'd like to see you try." After a few moments of silence, Jake holds out the bag of food, "For the flighty woman." The wizard went to grab the bag but before he could. The man's cape thing came and grabbed it from Jake's hand. The cape then floats off, up the stairs, and around the corner with the food. Jake watches this, a little shocked, "It some kind of pet or something?" The wizard looks at Jake rather annoyed, "It's not a pet. It's the cloak of levitation." Jake shrugged, "Alright then. Do you book parties? My niece has her quinceañera coming up." Jake chuckles as he makes fun of the man in front of him. The wizard rolls his eyes and slams the door in Jake's face, finally done with him. Jake still chuckling to himself as he goes and leans against the hood of his limo. He looks up and sees you peek out of the window for just a moment. Your face was puffy from crying but also showing signs you weren't taking care of yourself properly. Jake frowns a bit to himself, feeling even more worried about you.

 You slide back down to the floor, holding the food Jake got you in your hands. You hadn't eaten in a few days. You hadn't felt like doing anything. You were tired because nightmares of your universe were haunting you and you weren't eating because of how miserable you felt about everything. It was nice of him to bring you food and it smelled good so you took some small bites of it. Tears started flowing down your checks and you didn't know why.

You woke up in the corner of your room, tears dried on your face. You groaned and went to shower, hoping that the running water would help you feel cleansed. It didn't improve your overall mood, but it helped you feel clean, at least. You got dressed and went downstairs, going outside and walking up to Jake, "Thanks for the food yesterday." Jake shrugged, like it was no big deal, "Seemed like you needed it." You nod softly, "Well, I did and I appreciate it." You avoid looking at his face and he notices. Unable to hold his tongue, he asks, "If you gotta problem with me? You can let me know. I'll leave you alone. No questions asked." You tensed up, not sure what to say or how to explain it. You came up with a quick lie, "You remind me of my ex." It wasn't a lie. It was actually extremely close to the truth. Jake chuckles, "You must have poor taste in men." You shake your head quickly, "Not at all. They… I mean, he was perfect." You glance up at Jake's face just long enough to see him furrow his brow, "He must have done a real number on you then. Leaving you crying alone all the time." You hold your breath for a moment before speaking, "He didn't leave. He died." Jake tenses up this time, "Mierda. (Shit.) I didn't mean. Just ignore my big fucking mouth." You let out a small chuckle, "I… It's okay. He had a big mouth too. I liked it." Jake nods softly, "Well just feel free to hit me if I start saying too much, alright?" You shake your head, "I wouldn't ever hurt you on purpose." You feel Jake staring at you but you can't meet his gaze so you turn away, "Let's try another walk."

Jake follows alongside you. You clear your throat, "So what does Khonshu want my help with?" Jake sighs, "Something about some guy trying to bring back Ammit." You can't help but make a surprised noise, "That's new." Jake nods in agreement, "Real fucking wack-job if you ask me." You nod softly and sigh, "Khonshu rarely deals with overly ordinary criminals, to be honest." Jake chuckles at your comment. The sidewalks were overly crowded, and you were getting anxious about it. Normally you would have been fine with it but something about it today was pushing you over the edge. You pulled away into an alley and Jake quickly followed. He looked at you, "Everything alright?" You shake your head, "It's too much." Jake reaches out to comfort you and you jerk away. You see him retreat his hand from you. You wince, feeling bad, "It's not you." You try to reassure him. Digging into your pocket, you pull out your sling ring and open a portal. Jake takes a step back, ready for you to run off but you gently grab his shirt sleeve and pull him through the portal with you.

When you get Jake through the portal, you let go of his sleeve before closing the portal up. Jake pats his body down to make sure he is all in one piece. You chuckle, "You're fine with dealing with the magic of gods, but regular magic scares you?" Jake glares at you, "Not scared. I just don't get how it works." Jake finally looks around, seeing that you put both of you on your favorite rooftop. You take a deep breath and look out over the city. You stand close to the edge. Jake inches towards you, "You bring me up here so I have to watch you try to kill yourself again?" He sounds both worried and cynical about it. You stop and look over at him, finally looking at his face, "I… Is that what you thought I was doing? That's why you tackled me?" Jake nods, raising an eyebrow, "What else was I supposed to think?" You frown and turn back over the city, "If I was going to do that, I wouldn't leave such a mess for others to clean up." You heard the flatness of your voice. But it was true. 

It's not like you hadn't thought about it since you got dragged to this place. You sigh loudly, "I was just trying to relax." Jake sounds skeptical, "Jumping to your death is relaxing?" You groan and roll your eyes, "You think you're the only one who has special powers?" You step off the edge and Jake lunges to catch you. You stand on the wall of the building, back to the ground, facing the sky. Jake blinks at you, "What the fuck?" You flinch. That stung a bit. He almost sounded freaked out. Your Jake was never freaked out by your powers. But then again, you guessed your Jake met you while fighting crime so it was different. You stepped back up onto the roof and then sat on the edge, dangling your feet over the side. You didn't want to look at Jake, afraid he was going to look at you like you were a freak. A face that once used to adore you now only looking at you like you were abnormal would break you completely.

You sat there quietly, just looking down at the little plastic people going about their lives. Jake finally spoke up, "How do you do that?" You shrug, "Don't know." Jake stood on the edge of the roof next to you, "What else can you do?" You tilt your head up towards the sky and start looking at the stars slowly coming into few, "I'm stronger than normal, I heal faster, my senses are heightened, I have a special sense, shoot webs out of my hands, I stick to stuff when I want and I have amazing balance." You can feel Jake's eyes on you, "You can shoot what?" You frown. Of course, he would have gotten stuck on that. 

 Jake frowned. That had come out wrong. So did his previous statement of 'What the fuck?' He didn't mean it to come out like that. He notices you push yourself further away from him as you quietly reply, "Webs… Like spider webs." Jake was about to say something but you spoke up first, "Don't worry about it. I don't do it anymore." He was how you hid your hands between your thighs. Jake frowned. He heard your tone. You were hurt by what he said. You had finally admitted why you were so weird around him. He reminded you of your ex, who died. And here he was saying dumb shit that hurt you. Jake didn't know what else to say or do. So he stuck his hands in his pockets, "Maybe I should go." You just nod softly, "Yeah. You should." You don't even look at him, just waving your hand to the side to open a portal for him. He walked through. He was hoping you would stop him or come with him. But why would you? Jake wanted to ask you more questions. You seemed so interesting. He had seen you in his dreams and he was drawn to you but he went and said something stupid. You closed the portal without giving him another look. Jake hisses loudly at himself before kicking a nearby trash can.

 You stare down at the figurines. Minding their own business and going about their lives. Not a care in the world that you could see up here. You thought maybe you needed another friend. You felt rather alone. 

Jake reminded you so much of what you had lost that honestly, it hurt sometimes to be around him. Knowing that he was following you around, it made you want to run into his arms like you used to. Hear all those beautiful nicknames he called you and even the sillier ones when he was feeling playful. You wanted him to comfort you and be with him. But this wasn't your Jake and you couldn't force that on him. And you couldn't blame him for not being your Jake because, as similar, as they were, clearly their lives went in different directions and they were not the same. Even though your heart didn't understand that most of the time.

Wong had only talked to you a handful of times and he was busy being the Sorcerer Supreme. While he was decent, he definitely was an acquaintance, not a friend.

Dr. Strange was the closest thing you had to a friend. He wasn't the nicest person sometimes, but you didn't mind. You weren't as nice as you used to be, either. But you couldn't even bear to call him by his first name because your brain told you that while Stephen differed from Steven spelling-wise and even personality-wise, your heart told you their names sounded the same and that was close enough. Though honestly, you could see trying to date him in a different, different universe, one where you hadn't lost the loves of your life and where you were barely holding onto pieces of yourself.

So you sighed, thinking about how you didn't like feeling like a freak, and having someone to talk to who was like you would be nice. Then you remember. Strange had mentioned a spiderman… That could be it. Another person who understands the complexity of your situation at least power-wise. And maybe even emotionally. Who knows? Either way, it would still be nice.

 You almost spat out your drink, "What do you mean he is in high school?" Dr. Strange takes a sip of his coffee, "Yeah, Spiderman is a teenager from Queens." You let out a groan, "I was assuming he would be an adult." Strange nods, "That's probably the point." You let out a sigh, "Can you tell me his name and where to find him?"

You stood outside Midtown School of Science and Technology, waiting for the school to let out. Part of you felt weird waiting for a teenager outside their school but you would not stop him while he was patrolling the city. So here you stood, waiting.

The school bell rang, and teens flooded out of the building. You kept an eye out for Peter Parker. You spotted him with another kid, probably his friend. When he got closer, you walked up to him, "Hey Peter." Peter stops and looks at you with wide eyes. For a second, you worry that you've scared him. But then he speaks, "You're that lady that I- I mean that Spiderman found in that alley." You can't help but smile. One sentence in and he is radiating pure innocence and goodwill. You can already feel some of your old self coming back, "Ahh yes, Spiderman, who is totally not you, right?" His friend shares a knowing glance between himself and Peter. Peter gives him a nod and his friend runs off, for now, telling Peter to text him later. You offer another smile to the young man, and you're about to speak up, but Peter blurts out first, "I have so many questions for you." You nod, "Alright kiddo, how about we grab some food or something and go somewhere to talk about it?" Peter nods excitedly.

After getting food, you take Peter up to your favorite building using your sling ring. Peter looks super excited already, "You can do magic? Like Mr. Strange?" You nod slowly, "Yeah, he is teaching me." You sit down and open up a bag of snacks for yourself, "You had questions?" Peter nods and sits down across from you, "So when I found you, you were wearing a suit. Like a superhero suit. But it had webs on it kinda like mine does. Who are you?" You can't help but laugh at his excitement, "I was Spider-woman." Peter tilts his head, "Was? You're not anymore? Why have I never heard of you? Are we related somehow?" You keep up with his questions and chuckle, "Was. I stopped doing it after… That situation. Let's just say I worked in a different city. And not blood related that I am aware of, but I mean superpower related and I think that might be just as well." Peter nods and grabs a snack for himself, "What happened? You were in pretty awful shape when I found you." Every muscle in your body seizes up. Quickly starting to spiral. It was still so hard to talk about. You had barely told Dr. Strange about any of it but that was because you were distracted while training. Actually, sitting down and thinking about it was not something that ended up working out for you. You sniffed quietly, trying to hide the fact you were on the verge of tears, "Just had a close call." That's all you gave him but Peter didn't pry. You changed the topic, "Why don't you show off your powers and we can compare them?" Peter perked up, "Yeah? I have never met another spider person before. Well, there was Black Widow, but she wasn't like us." He jumps up and quickly starts doing tricks. Backflips, somersaults, the works. You chuckle and stand up, following his lead and copying what he does.

Peter was fun. He helped you remember some of your old self. You laughed as you both did one-armed handstands, seeing who could hold them the longest. Tying because you were both laughing so hard you fell over. You pulled yourself back up to sit down, "Show me your webs." Peter dug into his backpack and you were confused until he put it on his wrist and then fired a web out. You clapped happily, "That's so cool, you made those? Like scientifically made them?" Peter nods and looks over at you, "How do you get yours then?" You hold your hand out and shoot a web, "Naturally." Peter's eyes light up, "How? Like, how does that biologically work?" You shrug and laugh, "I'm not sure." Then something stops you mid-laugh. Remembering when your webs failed you. You feel your emotions overwhelm you but you speak up anyway, "It is affected by my health though. If I don't eat and drink, they don't work." You clear your throat, hoping your emotions aren't coming through. 

Peter doesn't seem to notice your emotional state, too wrapped up in the excitement of it, "Natural is so cool though. We should study our webs. I could totally bring samples to the science lab. It might even help me improve on my formula." You look over at Peter with a smile and nod, "Here, give me your hand." Without a second thought, Peter holds his hand out to you. You carefully shoot a web into the palm of his hand, "There you go, the first sample. Stickiness will last about five hours, overall web lasts about 24 to 48 hours." Peter's eyes go wide, "Five hours? Mine only last two?" He messes around with your web. It sticks a bit, but not nearly as bad as it does to other things and people. You hum, "Huh, you're immune to the sticking part. Good to know." Without even saying anything, Peter shoots a web at you. You laugh and easily pull it off of your shoulder. Peter laughs with you, "Seems like you're immune to mine too." You nod and ball it up before sticking it to the edge of the building.

Peter looks down at your web in his hand and gets nervous, "W… Would it be alright if we exchanged numbers?" You look over at him. Peter immediately starts babbling, "Not in a weird way or anything. Just like I know a bunch of superhero people, sure. But not another spider person. So it would be nice to be able to talk and maybe ask you questions. Since you have been doing this longer than I have." Peter's eyes are so big and innocent and even worried. You can't help but smile, "Of course, you can. Just think of me as your retired Spider-Sis, alright?" Peter's eyes light up, "Yeah?" He quickly digs his phone out of his bag after putting your web away for safekeeping. You fish your phone out of your pocket and you both exchange numbers. You both sit there and talk some more. Peter does most of the talking to be fair, catching you up about the Avengers and what his school is like now after the blip. You listened to him for hours, giving input when needed or asking questions when you had some. It was honestly nice to just sit here with someone like yourself. It made you feel less alone. It also made you feel like your old self, or at the very least, that your old self wasn't completely lost.

It got late enough and Peter got a call from his Aunt May asking if he would be home for dinner. You and Peter parted ways and not even two minutes after he left, he had sent you memes he thought you would like. They made you smile. You portaled down to the streets and walked home. You wanted some more time out and about so you didn't just portal to your room like you normally did. As you were walking, you heard a bit of a struggle coming from an alley. You may not have been a superhero anymore but you would step in if someone needed help. So you walked towards the noise, ready to call the police if need be. When you saw what the noise was coming from, you saw red.

Jake was in his superhero suit. Taking on four criminals, all of which had guns. One thug knocked him back, he stumbled back. Jake's fists were clenched, covered in bandages and blood. One of them points a gun right at Jake's head. You growl before running towards them. With one fluid movement, you leapfrog over Jake, launching yourself at the criminal with a gun to Jake's head. You wrap your legs around the criminal's neck and, with one quick motion, a sickening snap fills the alley. You quickly jump off the man as his corpse hits the pavement. The remaining three turn towards you, guns aimed at you. You hiss at them, a low and pissed-off sound. You manage a roundhouse kick that connects to two of them thugs, but the third fires a shot. You feel the sting. Then the warmth. Then finally, the horrible pain.

 Jake had been momentarily stunned by your appearance in this fight. Struck but how smoothly you moved. But the second he sees the bullet go through you, he is back on his feet in an instant. The dick-head who shot you is quickly pinned under Jake as he hits him over and over until the thug's face was nothing but a fine mist. Jake was sure he broke his hand, and he didn't care or even stop until he was sure the man who shot you was completely and utterly destroyed.

Finally pleased with the red paste Jake has created on the ground, he gets up, ready to handle the other two thugs. But when he looks up, they are dealt with. You are standing over their dead bodies, growling like a wild animal. You're holding your shoulder, which is just bleeding out from the bullet wound. Jake is covered in blood and so are you. You finally meet Jake's eyes and they are full of rage. And fuck, Jake has never been more turned on in his whole damn life. If he wasn't concerned about you bleeding out, he would pounce on you in the filthy alley surrounded by the corpses of your enemies. But he can't do that right now so Jake does the only thing he can think to do.

Jake starts yelling at you, "What the fuck do you think you were doing?" Then he sees you tense up and a new fire ignites in your eyes, "Saving your fucking ass." You step up to Jake, challenging him. And he has to correct himself from earlier because now he is the most turned-on he has ever been in his life. But all he can do is buckle down and lean into the anger, "I would have been fucking fine. I have the suit on. It would heal me." You let go of your shoulder, shoving him hard and smearing your blood onto Jake, "Don't tell me you're stupid enough to believe that piece of shit god?" You keep your stance firm and unyielding, "One of these days it will stop working." Jake sees you stumble back as you add, "I've seen it happen… Don't trust that stupid bird." Jake moves forward and catches you before you fall backward.

 You slump into Jake's arms. God, you missed how he holds you, so warm and comforting. His strong arms support you. Adrenaline and anger wearing off and you can't keep your eyes open. Eyelids fluttering closed. You hear Jake talking but it doesn't quite make it into your ears. Then you feel Jake slap you. Quite softly, to be fair. Hell, your Jake hit you harder than that when his cock was buried in you. You open your eyes and Jake's voice finally comes into focus, "You gotta stay awake." You look up at him and at some point, you ended up sitting on the ground. His mask was off now. Jake was so beautiful. Your eyes try to flutter closed again and you get another smack. You can't help but chuckle, "You can do better than that, Lockley." You open your eyes and see the look on Jake's face. He is so concerned about you, "Now isn't the time for me to be rough with you, mariposa (butterfly)." You lift your hand and cup his cheek, accidentally spreading your blood on his face in the process, "I missed you." Jake grumbles, brows furrowed, "And now you're delusional. How much blood have you lost?" Jake starts looking at your shoulder, "The bullet went all the way through but it hit an artery." 

 Jake scoops you up in his arms and starts carrying you. Jake feels you slumping in his arms, "Hey pequeña mariposa (little butterfly). I need you to stay awake, alright?" When you don't respond, he jolts you a little in his arms until he sees your eyes open. Jake lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, "Talk to me." You look so annoyed about being woken up that Jake almost feels bad. Your eyes blink tiredly at him, "About what?" Jake sighs and keeps moving, needing to get to his limo, "You remember when we first met?" You nod softly but say nothing, so Jake continues, "When I tackled you on the roof? What did you call me?" You shake your head very loosely, almost like your neck is barely attached to your shoulders. Jake frowns, pushing past people on the street, "You don't remember?" You shake your head again, "I remember… Thats just not your name anymore… Boss isn't for you anymore." Jake feels almost hurt by that and he isn't sure why. He mostly only heard you call him 'Boss' in dreams. But it was for him, wasn't it? His special nickname that somehow both you and his dream version of you knew.

Jake finally gets back to his limo and opens the back door, sitting you on the floor of it before moving to get into his glove box for medical supplies. Jake sits in front of you, "Legs, why can't I be called Boss anymore?" Jake wonders if now is the time to ask this. To bring it up when you clearly are suffering from blood loss. But he can't help himself so he asks. Your stunning eyes were droopy and unfocused but when Jake calls you 'Legs', you flinch. You look like you're in more pain from his words than the bullet itself. You look at him like you're about to cry and it breaks Jake's heart. Tears run down your face, "Don't use names you don't understand." Jake can only nod before he is tripping over his own words, "I'm sorry." Your tears don't stop and Jake would do anything to get you to stop crying, "Hey. I'm so sorry. Don't cry." You look at him with the world's most heartbroken look, "You're not him… You're not the same…" You curl in on yourself, crying harder now. 

Jake doesn't understand. He wants to understand why you're so damn sad and why you're now crying over a nickname. Why you couldn't care less about your useless shoulder? He has to chalk it up to the blood loss but part of him knows deep down that that's not it. That his use of that nickname really hurt you. So now he is scrambling to get everything together. You're bleeding all over his limo and his only concern is you. The only thoughts in his head are of you. He needs you better physically. Needs you all patched up. Needs to dry your eyes. Needs to make you feel better emotionally, too. So he grabs his supplies and, as gently as possible, uncurls your sobbing form. Needing to look at the wound. You're reluctant to unfurl your body but Jake keeps trying, otherwise your dead body will be in the back of his car. Out of all the dead bodies he has seen, all the people he has killed, fuck, out of all the dead bodies that he has had in the back of this limo alone. Seeing your body back here might break him, might be the death that would affect him and shatter his heart. And he still doesn't know why. Some imaginary life in his brain made up for him where you're in it and you love him? But it wasn't imaginary… Even if it was a dream, it was real. Somewhere it was real and Jake knew that. He knew in his soul that you were his somewhere, whether it was a past life or whatever magic cosmic bullshit was in play.

So Jake coos you and gently pulls you away from yourself. Runs a hand over your hair as you keep sobbing on the floor, "Come on, mi pequeña mariposa (my little butterfly). I need to patch you up." He manages to pull you out of your curled position. Your eyes are already puffy and Jake tries brushing away your tears, but he just ends up pushing some of the long-dead thugs' blood into your skin. Jake grumbles and quickly wishes his hands up with a bottle of water, ignoring the fact that his suit's bandages are soaked. He can't help but watch your face for a moment while doing so. Your eyes are closed and if it weren't for the tears streaming down your face, he would have thought you passed out again. Once he is satisfied with his hands, he moves back to you. He peels your ruined shirt off your body, having to fight you a bit when you won't lift your good shoulder for him. He takes care around your wounded shoulder though and makes sure he doesn't hurt you more. If Jake was a weaker man, he would have stopped here and stared at your chest now out in the open, just covered with a bra. But Jake is too worried about you so his eyes barely linger on your breasts before getting to his primary concern.

Jake looks at your shoulder and tries to see what he can do about it. If you both were normal people, he would take you to the hospital, but that isn't the case. So he grabs more water and pours it over your shoulder, trying to wash away a good amount of blood so he can see the state your shoulder is in. The bullet went clean through. It didn't appear to have hit any bones, but it nicked your subclavian artery. Jake disinfects his hands and your shoulder. He then grabs a needle and thread, "This is going to hurt." You're still sobbing and don't acknowledge his words. Jake uses his free hand to steady your shoulder, and he stitches your artery closed. You don't even flinch, and that surprises Jake. It's definitely not a painless procedure he is doing but you are so unfazed by it that he worries that you have lost feeling in your arm. He ties off the stitches and pulls back, "Can you move your fingers for me?" 

You give him a weak nod and twitch your fingers. Jake lets out a sigh of relief. He grabs gauze and packs it into the entrance wound, trying to get it taken care of. Once pleased with the entrance, he goes to look at the exit wound. Jake tries to move you, but you open your eyes again and just stare at him. Jake pets your hair, "I need to look at your back." Jake's voice is softer than he had ever heard it before. You nod, tears still dripping down your cheeks, mixing with blood and sweat on their way down. Jake had expected you to turn around but you lean forward, pressing your face into his chest while giving him access to the exit wound. Jake freezes for a moment, unsure of your movements. Unable to focus for a few seconds as he feels how close you are. On instinct, he wraps an arm tightly around your waist, keeping you close to him. You seem to melt into him and Jake has to refocus to get his free hand to start moving again. He packs your exit wound with gauze. Once it is taken care of, he grabs the medical tape and starts wrapping your shoulder to keep it in place. He is able to easily move you to get the angle he needs. You're so easily moved that Jake thinks you must have fallen asleep.

When Jake finishes taking care of you, he looks back down at your face. Where he is met with your reddened eyes that have finally stopped crying. You just keep looking at him, like you can see right through him. It makes Jake feel vulnerable, but he doesn't hate it, not when it's you. He grabs a towel and starts cleaning the blood off your face, "What is it, mariposa? (butterfly?)" You smile softly at him as he takes care of you, "You're different from mine, so you need a new name." Jake raises an eyebrow, not understanding what you mean. He feels your forehead for a fever. You gently take his hand and fiddle with the bloody bandages that wrap around his knuckles. You seem unfazed by the fact that his blood, your blood, and the blood of those random thugs are soaked into the material.

Jake can't take his eyes off your face. You're so beautiful and so close to him. He is half tempted to kiss you right, now but he would never force himself onto you in your exhausted and possibly delirious state. You let go of Jake's hand and run your fingers over the suit that Khonshu gave him, "You're not my Moon Boss anymore. Suit is all different now." Jake still isn't following what you mean, but he doesn't say anything. Your fingers trail down his tie, "How about MidKnight?" Jake can't help but smile, "Sure, whatever you want to call me." He grabbed one of his work jackets that happened to be sitting in the back of his limo, using it to wrap over your shoulders and cover you up. You nod softly, your cheek still pressed into his chest, "Thanks MidKnight." Your voice was so soft he barely heard it. Jake could see your eyes finally give out again, closing from exhaustion. Jake could feel your breath fanning over his chest and could feel your ribs expand against his arm so he wasn't worried about you at the moment. He waited until your breathing evened out before moving out of the limo. Slowly and steadily he made his way to the front seat and drove, even as you slept in his lap.

Jake was a good enough driver, so it wasn't an issue getting back to that weird wizard's place. Jake parked and got out of the car, with you still clinging to him. Getting to the door Jake knew better than to knock. It was late and without waking you up, this would be hard to explain to the guy you were staying with. So Jake picked the lock, quietly sliding into the building. The coast was clear until Jake saw that weird cape thing float over in front of him. It looked like it was about to fight him until it saw you sleeping. The cape inspected you and then floated up the stairs, waiting for a moment before waving for Jake to follow. Jake shook his head cause he could deal with gods and some magic but floating clothes. What was this, a Disney movie? 

Jake slowly followed, careful to not make any noise to wake you or the people who lived here. The animated piece of fabric leads Jake to a room that must have been yours. Jake opened the door and walked in. It looked rather empty other than a bed and dresser. Jake ever so carefully places you on the bed, tucking you in. Not bothering to take his jacket back from you. He goes to leave but as he is about to step out of your bedroom door, he hears you stir. Your voice is groggy and remnants of a dream can be heard on your tongue, "Jake?"

Jake halts, thinking maybe you will go back to sleep if he doesn't respond. But you call out for him again, "Come back to bed." Your voice is so full of sleep Jake can't truly believe you are talking to him. Then you speak again, "Mi luz de luna? (My moonlight?)" It's so soft and needy and Jake knows it's meant for him. Not just because it was in Spanish, but something inside him just knows. Knows that you need him. Jake closes the door. Wills away his MidKnight suit. And climbs into bed beside you. Jake is stiff. He doesn't know what to do. He may have fucked plenty of people before, but laying with them after the fact wasn't something he did. Your body gravitates to him, pushing into his chest and Jake doesn't fight it or stop you. He just wraps you up gently in his arms. Jake has to wonder if he ever felt this safe. His job was to make other people feel safe. Jake was always on the outside, keeping his distance from the other two men living inside him. All alone, and that was how he thought he liked it. Jake never gave it a thought about whether he had felt safe himself before. But here with you curled into him, he no longer felt lonely and you made him feel safe. He closes his eyes and allows himself to feel happy and safe as he drifts to sleep.

Continuation of Life As You Know It - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 * - Part 4 - Part 5

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Scarred - Zuko x Reader

WARNINGS: ARGUING, BURN SCARS, ANGST

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REQUEST: zuko x reader where the reader is the last one to forgive zuko at the western air temple bc he accidentally hurt her in the crystal catacombs and than zuko goes to her tent, begging for forgiveness and she shows him the scar he gave her and it’s super fluffy:33

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"Y/N. . . what do you say?" All eyes landed on you, waiting for your response to Aang's question. However, there was only one pair of eyes in particular you glared back at; and if looks could kill, the recently renounced Fire Nation prince in front of you would've surely met his demise right then. But Zuko knew how to hold himself in front of those who wanted to intimidate him. If there was anything his father taught him, it was that much.

Despite your fiery stare and previous threats from the first time he pleaded for forgiveness that you'd "knock him on his ass" if he ever came near you again, he kept his composure. There was no doubt in his mind you'd stay true to that warning, which is why he made sure to keep enough distance between the two of you.

There was a hopeful gleam in his eyes, so far Aang, Sokka, Katara, and Toph had agreed to let him join the team, albeit some more hesitantly than others. If everyone else found it in their hearts to forgive and forget, surely you could as well. Wrong.

"No."

You saw the last bit of hope fizzle from his eyes as defeat weighed down on him, causing his shoulders to sink and his head to drop. "I know you don't trust me, I don't blame you. I've done horrible things, hurt you and your friends-"

"You can't even begin to imagine the amount of pain you've caused me!" Your words held a venomous sting, yet your tone was strained, calm almost.

"Y/N," Katara stepped up behind you, her voice was soft. You could barely feel the hand she'd placed on your left shoulder, thick and itchy bandages blocking her attempt at comfort. "I don't like it either, but Aang needs to learn fire bending."

"I really believe he's changed, give him a chance to-"

You cut Aang off, finally breaking your gaze from Zuko to face the young monk. "He's already had too many chances!"

No one could admit that you were wrong, not even Zuko. Because every time he'd faught against your little group of rag-tag heroes, you'd given him a chance. Even while the rest of team avatar faught the exiled prince, you never threw a single blow that wasn't defensive or to save your friends. Instead, you'd offer him a chance to join the right side. Of course, he never accepted, but you saw the benefits of your kindness when he'd began to show a sense of mercy against you. There was something in your head telling you he was more than just a villain.

But that mindset changed when you and the gang faught against him and his sister in the crystal catacombs. When Aang almost died. When he chose the Fire Nation's side. When he'd made sure to leave you a permanent reminder of that day.

After a few moments of tense silence, you let out an impatience scoff. "Leave, Zuko. I gave you my answer, the least you can do is respect it."

Reluctantly, he nodded, mumbling out an apology before turning on his heels. He only got in a few steps before Aang interjected.

"Zuko, stop."

He did, glancing over his shoulder, ready to hear what Aang had to say.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but Zuko is staying. I need need to learn fire bending and he's my only option. I really believe he's changed for the better."

"You don't have to forgive him, but Aang's right, we need him," Sokka added in, to which Toph agreed.

You took in their words, it was obvious they weren't up for debate. You hated that they were right, you all did need Zuko, no matter your current opinion on him.

"Fine," you sighed, looking at Zuko, who was now standing awkwardly with his hands behind his back. "But stay away from me."

Over the next few days, Zuko had somehow managed to gain the complete and utter trust of everyone, even Katara. Everyone except you. Then again, you hadn't had your "life changing field trip with Zuko" that made everyone seemingly forget about everything he'd ever done to them. Field trip or not, earning your trust wasn't going to be that easy. You didn't care how many times he made everybody tea and told cringey jokes.

"Where did you learn to make so many different types of tea?" Aang inquired, causing everyone to look at Zuko, wanting to hear his answer.

Zuko returned to his seat around the fire between Toph and Aang, finally finished handing out small cups of tea. "My uncle, it's his favorite thing to make, he even owned a tea shop at one point."

"You mean the one you betrayed," you deadpanned coldly. You flicked your eyes up from the warm cup of tea in your hands to Zuko, wanting to see his reaction.

His smile faultered, and katara shot a disapproving look at you. For a second you felt guilty, maybe that was too far. He looked genuinely hurt by your comment, but soon another emotion took over his features. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw and sat up straighter.

"Yeah. That one." His tone was one of poorly restrained bitterness, you'd definitely struck a nerve.

You hummed in response, refusing to break eye contact with him, like you were challenging him to say something equally as cold, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he took a deep breath, just like his uncle taught him.

"I don't get it," He asked, frustrated and fed up with your snarky comments and side eyes. "Everyone else trusts me, why can't you?"

"You really have to ask?"

Katara could feel the tension and awkwardness of the impending argument hanging over everyone. This wasn't the time nor place to be having this conversation.

"I think now would be a good time for another healing session," she interjected, giving you a look that informed you she wasn't exactly asking. With a frustrated huff, you stood up and made your way to your tent, not even waiting for Katara to follow.

You plopped down onto your sleeping bag, sitting with your left side towards the opening.

Katara was there in a few minutes, holding a medium sized bowl of water in her hands. She gently set it down on the ground, taking a seat on your sleeping bag as well, facing your left side.

You tugged your left sleeve down so you could free it. With your shoulder now exposed, she carefully removed the bandages that covered your shoulder and the side of your neck, revealing the red and scarred skin hidden underneath.

"How does it look?" You asked, attempting to ignore the itchy feeling of the fresh air hitting your wound.

"It's healing, slowly" she answered as she conjured the water from the bowl and molded it with her hands. She purified the liquid, causing it it glow. Slowly, she lowered it until the cool water molded over your injured skin. You clenched your teeth and whimpered at the sudden sting the contact made, but then Katara started making circular motions with her hands, beginning the healing process. The stinging pain soon morphed into a comforting cold and relieving sensation.

Katara had done this for you and Aang multiple times since the gang escaped from that wretched crystal catacomb. As much progress as your skin had made in healing, you couldn't seem to wipe the painful memories of how you'd recieved such a wound from your mind. You could remember the events so vividly it was as if they'd happened yesterday.

You were stalling, Zuko and Azula knew that, yet they didn't seem to mind. If anything, Azula enjoyed watching you struggle to give your friends more time. You needed to stall them long enough for Aang to fully enter the avatar state, that's all.

"Come on, Zuko, you know what needs to be done!" Azula coaxed.

"No! You still have a chance Zuko, you can still make this right!" You could see the conflict rising in him as you and Azula tugged at his morals.

There was a moment, a single second where his emotions betrayed him, where you could see how badly he wanted to go with you and the gang. But it was gone just as fast as it came.

"I will kill the avatar and restore my honor, as well as my rightful place beside my father!" He launched into action, sending overpowering blows your way.

He kept you distracted and unable to help your friends long enough for Azula to strike down Aang. Your head snapped towards Katara's screams and you saw him laying there, completely unconscious.

You were distracted, and Zuko impulsively took advantage, sending a blast of orange and red flames towards you.

In all honesty, he expected you to dodge it, you always did without fail. But this time you were too distracted, too concerned with Aang, and he caught you completely off guard. You didn't even realize you were being attacked until the flames painfully scorched your skin.

You let out a horrifying scream as you crumbled to your knees, your shaky hand hovering over your left shoulder as you tried to control your instinct to grab it, knowing it would only hurt worse. You clenched your teeth together, biting back tears as you whipped your head around go see Zuko.

He looked shocked, remorseful even, but that didn't stop anger from edging its way into your glare.

You shuddered at the memory and tried to shake it from your head completely.

"You're all done," Katara said, maneuvering the water back into the bowl. A dull ache returned to your wound, but it felt significantly better than before.

"Thanks, Katara," you mumbled.

"Do you need help rewrapping the bandages?"

You shook your head, preferring to be alone and do the difficult task by yourself. Katara seemed to understand, because she didn't push the issue like she usually would. Instead, she left you with a few words.

"What you said was too far tonight, you should really apologize to Zuko, he is trying you know?"

She didn't wait for a response, not that you planned on giving much of one anyway, but soon you were alone, relishing in the peaceful silence.

But your silence didn't last long, just a few minutes after Katara left there was a whispering voice just outside your tent. It was unmistakable who'd come to visit you, and with great reluctance did you let him in.

"What do you want?" you asked, annoyance filling your voice. You refused to make eye contact with the boy, opting to stare at the mess of tangled bandages in your hands.

Your question was met with silence, that only seemed to worsen your mood. Really? He invades your tent just to ignore your one question? This guy was just unbelievable!

You could feel yourself loosing your temperature once again. "I said, what do you-" Your head snapped up at Zuko, ready to tell him off. But you froze when you saw his gaze, and how it held your figure. His jaw was slack, and his eyes swam as tears pooled at his lash-line. But his eyes never met yours. No, his focus was completely on the uncovered scar that graced your left side.

Your shoulder had taken most of the impact, just shy of being completely colored with a dull red scar. But the wound didn't stop there, covering a decent portion of your shoulder blade. The red marking also stretched up in a jagged stripe, narrowing to a point on the side of your neck, just barely marking your cheek.

You hated how you shuddered under his gaze, and had to look away. Your fingers moving faster as your tried to unravel the tangled bandage. You wanted to cover the burned area as soon as possible.

"I- I did that." It wasn't a question. He spoke purely in matter-of-fact statements, he knew exactly where you'd received your mark from.

"Yeah." You said sharply, picking up the bandage and moving to re-wrap the large wound.

"I . . . I am so sorry-"

"You've said."

Re-wrapping the affected area was proving to be more difficult than you'd thought, especially in your heightened state or frustration. Usually Katara did this part, and you were starting to regret sending her away.

"Please, let me help you," Zuko pleaded, reaching a shaky hand out to grasp at the bandage in your grip. You immediately flinched away from him, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain through your left side.

"Stay away from me!" You bit at him.

Zuko immediately pulled his hand back from you, as if he'd burned you unintentionally for a second time. "I'm sorry," he impulsively spilled out.

"Would you stop saying that? Stop apologizing, nothing is going to make me- ow!" Your own pain cut your sentence short, the sharp pain returning, sending another shock wave up your side at your frustrated movements.

"I'm so- just, please, let me help you and then I'll leave you alone, I promise."

You took a moment to think about the offer, and as much as you didn't want his help, the promise for him to leave is what enticed you to agree. So reluctantly, you handed him the bandages and positioned yourself closer to him, allowing Zuko to access your wound and wrap it with ease.

With slow movements, Zuko began wrapping the burned area. His touch was suprisingly gentle, even more so than Katara's, something you hadn't thought possible. But even with his feather-like touch, your skin still twitched as his fingers and the bandages made contact with the more sensitive areas. Zuko muttered out small apologies each time you flinched, despite your earlier message to stop that. Though the skin had begun the early stages of scarring, it was still sensitive.

"Uh, d-did I ever tell you how I got my scar?" Zuko asked suddenly, not even bothering to look up from his task. You knew what he was doing, he'd been doing things like that since he got here, trying to make small talk with you to cover up the awkward tension. You usually never entertained it, but for some reason tonight you felt intrigued by his question.

"No." You answered shortly, trying your best not to show your growing interest. You'd always been curious about the scar.

"My father gave it to me," he stated, oddly calmly. It was almost mindless the way he told the story as he continued to carefully wrap up your injury. Like the memory had become second nature to tell.

"Oh," you whispered out softly, your mind buzzing with a million different ways to respond to him, yet none of them felt right.

"I spoke out of turn during a meeting, over a general. They wanted to sacrifice an entire division of fire nation soldiers to gain the advantage. But I-," He swallowed thickly. ". . . I thought that was wrong so I spoke up."

You nodded ever so slightly, letting out a soft hum, showing that you were still listening and waiting for him to continue. At this point Zuko had finished wrapping the bandages around your burn, allowing you to turn your body to face him fully.

"My father was furious with my disrepect towards the general. He said that the dispute would need to be resolved with an agni kai, and I accepted. And when the day came I thought I'd be fighting the general I interrupted, but then my father walked out, my agni kai was to be against him."

With each word you felt your heart grow heavier and ache for the boy you swore you hated. You were beginning to question whether you genuinely hated him or if what you truly felt was left over betrayal and anger.

"How old were you?" You finally asked the question that had been bouncing around your head since he began the story.

"Thirteen, not long before I was banished."

You felt yourself boil with anger, but for once it wasn't directed towards the boy in front of you. No, you were furious with the Fire Lord. Who could do that to someone? To a child. Zuko must not have noticed the way your jaw clenched and your fists tightened into balls, because he continued the story as if he hadn't just made your heart drop into your stomach with his answer.

"I didn't want to fight my father, I couldn't. But he took my refusal as another sign of disrespect. I begged for his forgiveness, but he wouldn't hear it. He claimed that I would learn my lesson through suffering. He raised his hand just in front of my face and then he-"

His voice caught in his throat with a crack as he visibly grimaced from the sheer memory of the event. Instinctively, you reached out for his hand, placing yours over top of his much larger one. Now it was his turn to flinch at the sudden contact.

"Zuko, it's okay, you don't have to tell me this, I understand-"

"No! I do! I need you to understand that I never meant to hurt you! I need you to know that the last thing I wanted was for you to feel the same pain I did. After what my father did, I never wanted to inflict that on anyone. I knew that pain and yet I still hurt you . . . the one person who actually believed I could change!"

His hands flew into the air as his frustrated yells of regret were lost to the silent night. He then exasperatedly brought his arms back down and dropped his head into the palms of his hands. His body shook as he took in deep breaths, trying his best not to shed any tears. He was just so frustrated with himself.

"I thought you would dodge it," His muffled whimpers poured out. "You always dodged it."

It was then that you realized how cold you'd been to the boy. You were so caught up in your own hurt and anger, only concerned with making him feel as horrible as you had with your hurtful words. Not once had you considered that he was already kicking himself ten times harder for the pain he'd caused you. He really hadn't meant to hurt you.

And that's when you did something unexpected. In an impulsive attempt to comfort him, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in to a hug. His breath hitched, obviously shocked by the gesture, his body going stiff.

"I understand now, I forgive you, Zuko."

At those seven words he melted into your embrace, returning it as he wrapped his arms around your figure. His chin now rested on top of your good shoulder, as he was being extra cautious as to not press on your burns.

"And I'm sorry, for what I said about you and your uncle. He'd be proud of you."

His grip on you tighten, mumbling out a 'thank you,' in the process, finally feeling as though he could fully begin healing from all the wrong he'd done.

-

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Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a dick Grayson x Avatar like fem reader with either a jealous Babs or Zatanna I hope that made sense🥲

True Love’s Kiss

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 4.1K

@writing2sirvive : Hi love, me again but with a request this time. If you have time of course. I was thinking true love’s kiss with Dick Grayson. You can go crazy with it because I know you love Dick Grayson as much as I do. Btw I love your writing so much.

A/N: I think I did it wrong...cuz even though this is a Dick Grayson x reader fic, it’s mostly centred around reader and Zatanna???? Sorry about that???

You were fine with knowing that Dick was still friends with most of his exes. You completely accepted that he was able to keep functional relationships with most of them. In fact, it showed you how amicable and neutral Dick was and how he never held any grudges against people.

Of course, you were surprised by the sheer number. And the fact that he seems to interact with them practically every day. But eventually you managed not to let yourself get too bothered by it.

I mean, how could you? Barbara was the smartest, funniest, most approachable person you had ever met. She always made sure not to overstep her boundaries and was unusually open with you, given that Dick was her ex-boyfriend.

Raquel was adventurous and fun and you always had a good time when you were around her. She was another one who was respectful of your relationship. She never brought up her past flings with Dick, nor did she ever try and put you down. In fact, she was one of the people who really shipped the two of you.

You liked most of his exes. To the point where it made Dick kind of uncomfortable.

You liked most of his exes.

Ever since you had joined the team, being introduced as Nightwing’s significant other, Zatanna had been a constant thorn in your side. She was nice and sweet but there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way. You could tell almost immediately that she wasn’t quite over her relationship with Dick. Short as it was.

Or maybe she was just the type of person who didn’t want someone, but didn’t want others to have the same person either.

Nonetheless, being around her put you constantly on edge. You lost count of how many times she redirected a conversation to be about her previous relationship with your boyfriend. ‘Oh, Dick took you to a fancy restaurant for your birthday? Well, I remember back when we were dating, he threw a huge party for me on mine.’

‘Oh, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with Dick in Paris? Well during our 3-month-aversary he bought me an expensive necklace.’

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. At least, not in the way that she hoped. It didn’t make you insecure or doubt or feel intimidated by her. It was just an annoyance that you couldn’t shake off, like the teacher you didn’t like or your annoying neighbour.

Unfortunately, Zatanna couldn’t take a hint that it made you and your friends (Barbara and Raquel included) uncomfortable and slightly irritated. Yet, everyone was just waiting for you to express the slightest distaste, not wanting to step on your toes. However, they were quick to change the topic in case they thought she was going too far.

Dick had been blissfully unaware of everything and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you needed was this turning into some sort of issue, especially since Zatanna was still his teammate.

However today you had enough.

You could look past Zatanna’s petty jealousy but allowing the jealousy to come to the forefront during a mission was where you drew the line.

Dick, M’Gann and Conner had been on a covert mission for Batman and out of the country and under team vote decided that you should be made in charge until he returned, since you were the only other older member (other than Zatanna but you were voted leader unanimously. Something you were extremely proud about). That was well and good, until you had been given a mission.

Regardless of how much you did not want to work with Zatanna without the others there to wrangle her, you had to put your personal feelings aside when you had a mission to complete.

You thought you could both be professionals about it and act like mature adults.

You were dead wrong.

If it wasn’t disagreements, it was insubordination. If it wasn’t insubordination, it was blatant arrogance. She questioned your judgment in front of the other members and even had the nerve to argue with you about mission strategies. You were trying to look out for everyone and put yourself in the line of fire since the squad members were better at stealth.

Zatanna seemed to think you were trying to steal the show and insisted that she be partnered with you even though you wanted someone with the younger members to keep them safe.

When you relented and agreed to go stealth, she accused you of ducking out and intentionally trying to put her in danger. The others had to watch as steam practically came out of your ears when you relented once again and decided you’d be with her because you honestly couldn’t argue with her much longer.

As if that wasn’t infuriating enough.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she refused to work as a team, putting the mission at risk and nearly getting the both of you hurt. She was fighting on her own, not bothering to have your back and going into it alone. Obviously, the two of you were overpowered quickly once they realized that you were pretty much behaving solo.

Luckily, the others pulled through and got you both out of there before anything horrible happened.

You sat in the ship, jaw clenched so tightly that they swore they could hear your teeth cracking, fists nearly white as you tried to control your anger and keep yourself from screaming at her while you were still in the air.

Once the ship landed in the docking bay and Zatanna was the first one to leave without saying another word, you snapped.

“What the hell did you think you were doing today!” You growled out, fisting her collar and stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” She feigned innocence and you felt your skin burning. Everything around you faded out and all you could feel was fury. In hindsight, you would have liked to handle this issue in a more refined manner, but you honestly couldn’t care.

So, you didn’t notice the rest of the team, along with the a few members of the Justice League watching you chew Zatanna out.

Whatever would keep you from lighting her on fire was enough.

“I’m talking about putting the mission, not to mention ourselves in jeopardy, all because you can’t stop acting like a spoilt brat!” You hissed.

She rolled her eyes and you and the thought of strangling her briefly crossed your mind before she shoved your hands off her, dusting herself off like your fingerprints were dirt, “You need to stop blaming others for your inadequacy.”

She turned on her heel sharply and walked away. Blood pounded through your ears and your fingers twitched by their sides before you formed a whip of water from the bay and lashed it against her feet.

Zatanna, caught off guard, was thrown across the room before she caught herself with a muttered spell and turned around, glaring at you furiously.

“We’re going to settle things, right here, right now!”

“If you would stop being so insecure, then we could sort out our differences like mature adults!” She screamed back at you and before you could control it, flames erupted from beneath your feet and raced towards her, scorching the ground beneath it.

Each puff of breath you took released sparks. Zatanna immediately got into an offensive stance, levitating one of the weapons crates and chucking at you. You blocked it effortlessly using a wall of earth before throwing an inferno at her.

You kept fighting, flames and splashes of water going into the air every time you collided. The others watched in fear as you both raced towards each other, it looked like neither of you were holding back.

Before you could strike her again, you were being pulled away by Superman and as Zatanna was by Batman, they both pulled you yards apart. Even with his strong, authoritative grip on you, you couldn’t stop thrashing in his arms, throwing gusts of air at her.

“(Y/N). Enough.” Superman spoke in your ear and you calmed down, relaxing in his grip. He let you go after and you winced, feeling your skin bruise where he grabbed you. He gave you an apologetic glance at that.

“You both have to put your differences aside and work as a team or you won’t be allowed to go on any more missions.” Batman told you, voice firm but it didn’t shake you.

“No, Zatanna is going to have to put her issues with me aside and learn that when I have been elected as leader of the squad then you are supposed to put your petty jealousy aside and know your place.” You spat.

“You weren’t right for the position!”

“I did everything right! And if it hadn’t been for you, we wouldn’t have been under open fire tonight!”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“When I am the leader of the squadron then I am! And you’re meant to listen and not question my judgement because you’re being blinded by your pathetic jealously!”

“I’m not jealous of you!”

“Oh, please! That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard from you and it was all proved today! Admit it! You were immature and fucking stupid because you can’t get over that fact that you dated Dick for what? 3 months?”

“That’s because he’s supposed to be with me!” 

“LIKE HELL HE IS!” You roared.

Batman felt a little helpless watching the two of you scream at each other. All this fighting? Over a boy? His son, no less? He had other sons and you were free to have your pick. But at this point, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

“You just can’t seem to accept the fact that he doesn’t love you anymore! Get over it! Because he certainly has!” You shouted, spinning on your heel and stomping away from her, determined to have the last word. Superman sighed in relief. He thought another fight would break out.

“You’re just insecure because you know that if he had the chance, he would come crawling back to me!”

A chill went done your spine and you felt cold fury run through your veins, turning around to glare at her murderously and clenching your hands tightly. You were so angry your feet were rooted to the floor, body seizing up slightly.

The others looked anxiously between the two of you as you glared at each other for a minute before you spoke with the calmest, yet most terrifying voice they’ve ever heard from you.

“Zatanna, you can try your damn hardest to win him back. But I promise you, you’re never going to get what you want.” You told her darkly, before walking away.

As Zatanna glared at your receding figure she decided she was going to prove you wrong.

***

To keep you from fighting with Zatanna again, when Batman came to you with a solo mission you couldn’t agree fast enough. Even though you knew you’d miss Dick’s homecoming, you still wanted to get the hell away from here. Not like you’d be missing anything important, other than Zatanna fawning over him.

You’d get to tell him how much you missed him in private anyway.

As soon as you were out of the cave, you couldn’t help the relief that filled your bones. You had been so on edge the past few days, still furious with her so the distance between the two of you was appreciated.

When Dick got home, he was ecstatic to see you again. It had been nearly 3 weeks since he had last held you and his skin was practically buzzing with excitement when he reached a cave, desperate to hug you, kiss you, touch you.

He got to the mess hall quickly, running all the way there and when he opened the door, he was instantly disappointed. You weren’t there.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Beast Boy, hoping he would tell him that you were just back at your apartment or that you had gone out for a while and would be back soon but he felt his heart sink when Gar gave him a sympathetic smile.

“She’s on a mission for a week.”

“A mission? Who’s with her?”

“No one. It’s a solo mission.”

Now he was worried. You usually didn’t take solo missions, liking to work in a team, knowing that there would be people who would be watching your back was reassuring. He knew you were more than skilled to handle a solo mission but not being by your side made him nervous and slightly antsy.

He was also upset that you weren’t here. So, he decided to do the most adult thing. Go home and sulk in bed while holding your sweatshirt that smelt like you.

But apparently the world had something against him because when he was about to go through the Zeta tube he was intercepted. By non other than Zatanna.

Now, poor clueless Dick had no idea that you had thrown hands with Zatanna just a day ago and was the reason why you weren’t there to welcome him when he got back. If he had he would’ve sulked at her and whined loudly for her to hear while he dragged his feet.

But, poor clueless Dick had absolutely no idea Zatanna was the reason he was being deprived of your kisses. So, he just smiled brightly at her and asked her if she needed anything.

“As a matter of fact, I found an old spell and I need someone to test it out on!”

“I don’t know how I feel about being your non-scientific experiment, Z.”

“Come on, it’s totally harmless, I promise.”

“I don’t know...”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He did. But there was just something about this situation that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he missed you like crazy and just wanted to go home and sulk until you came back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable to go somewhere private with his ex-girlfriend without telling you first. Or maybe it was because of the way Zatanna felt the need to guilt him into it.

Nevertheless, he agreed, albeit reluctantly and went to her room. Inside Zatanna had a bunch of ruins written on a paper and some weird poultices beside it.

“Now this isn’t going to work unless you give me your consent.” She informed, bustling about the room and Dick suddenly felt the air was a little stuffy.

“What do you mean by consent? Consent for what?”

“It’s a love spell.” She told him, smiling slyly but he couldn’t quite understand why. His hands got a little clammy at the announcement. What did she mean by love spell? Was she trying to get him to fall in love with her? Why would she be so open about it then? Especially when she knew he was in love with someone else?

“What do you mean?”

“Oh relax, stop being so tense. It’s just a love spell that proves who you truly love.” She said, immediately noticing how stiff his body was. Though she chalked it up to confusion. Dick was simply confused about who he loved, he was clouded by his attraction to you and he felt guilty about being unfaithful. But deep down, he really loved her. And this spell would prove it.

“In the olden ages, people would use it on their wedding to prove that their significant other truly loved them.”

He nodded, mouth falling open with realization. He already knew what the answer would be so why even bother? He assumed it was because Zatanna was curious to whether it actually worked.

“Too bad (Y/N) isn’t here, I mean I know who I love but I’d like to try it out on her. I mean, who takes a mission the day before their boyfriend comes back to town.” He complained, more to himself but Zatanna still heard it.

“Anyway, can I cast it on you?”

“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”

Oh, how he’d come to know just how wrong he was.

***

You raced through the halls, panicked, hearing your heart beat out of your chest as you sprinted to the Med Bay. Even though you were running as quick as possible you still pumped your legs to run faster, needing to get there quickly.

As soon as you saw Zatanna outside the Med Bay, you skidded to a stop in front of her and grabbing her collar, pinning her against the wall. She hit it with a thud and she saw white for a second when her head collided with the hard surface.

It was then you got a good look at her face. Her eyes were red and face wet. Her lips were bitten until they bled. You gritted your teeth, grip tightening around the collar as tears pricked your eyes.

“What the hell did you do!”

She whimpered, eyes getting glossy again before she started crying, incomprehensible words leaving her lips and you snarled before shaking her again, “You don’t get to cry! What the hell did you do to him!”

“It was a love spell!” She cried out, “It was supposed to reveal who he truly loves.”

“AND?!”

“It’s activated by a kiss.” She sniffled, “And I did.”

“Is it done?” Dick asked just as she finished casting the spell. His body was enveloped by a slight glow that was only visible to her and Zatanna’s lips curled when she realized it had worked. Now there was only one thing left to do.

“Yep.” She said, slinking over to his side and he pouted curiously.

“Are you sure? I don’t feel any different. You said it was supposed to reveal who I love. What happened?”

“We’re gonna find that out. Hold still.” She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. Dick froze, feeling her lips move against his and his mind went blank for a second before his chest contracted painfully.

He gasped against her mouth, before his legs buckled and he tumbled to the ground. Zatanna’s eyes widened when she saw the way his body twitched, pained gasps leaving his mouth and tears began falling from his eyes.

“Are you okay?!” She panicked, wrapping her arms around his thrashing figure but he couldn’t choke out an answer.

“Someone help! Anyone! Please!”

“A kiss doesn’t put people through cardiac arrest!” You screamed, feeling your chest tighten as you heard it out loud for the first time. Your eyes began burning and your throat contracted, feeling tears build. It was the first time you had admitted it to yourself.

You were scared. Emotions that you could barely process or understand swirled around you in a dark cloud and you were scared that Dick wouldn’t make it out of his critical state. If he was taken away from you because you hadn’t been there to stop it, you would never forgive yourself.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, sobbing and her body went limp in your fists. The urge to rip her head off her shoulders resurfaced. She didn’t get to be upset, not when this was all her fault.

“I don’t give a shit.” You hissed, “How do we save him?”

“A true love’s kiss should stop all the side effects.” She whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “If Dick truly loves you, then when you kiss him, it’ll reverse the spell.”

You needed to get in there.

You released your hold and Zatanna and she slid to the floor pathetically, holding her body as she cried. But even with her heartbroken sobs, you couldn’t feel any sort of remorse to her, glaring at her instead, “You better hope this works. Or I’ll kill you myself.”

And then you rushed in.

When you got to Dick’s side your breath stuttered when you noticed just how many things he was connected to and you felt your body shake. Batman was carefully watching him from his bedside.

You carefully walked to his side, gently brushing your fingers against his cheekbone. He looked like he was in so much pain. He looked so weak. You wanted to help him but a part of you was scared. For the first time in your life, you doubted Dick’s feelings for you.

The time you needed his love and devotion to be true the most, you were doubtful. A million thoughts rushed through your head and for a second you were tempted to just avoid doing this at all. But you knew that you had to at least try.

So, with trembling hands, you held the ventilator fastened to his mouth, taking a deep breath before tugging it off. Batman, already knowing what you were about to do, let you pull it off him before pressing a fluttering kiss to his lips. Tears gathered underneath your lashes when you didn’t feel anything happen.

Just when you were about to pull away, Dick took a deep breath through his nose and panted against your mouth, kissing you more firmly. You couldn’t help the sob that bubbled out of your throat and he swallowed it without any qualms.

Even through bleary vision, you were able to make out his blue eyes and the small smile on his face. 

His hands came up to weakly cup for cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs, “I missed you.”

You sniffled, letting more tears fall because you knew he’d be here to wipe them away, “I missed you too.”

***

Bonus:

You walked into the mess hall quietly. Dick had just fallen asleep in the Med Bay where he would be kept for a couple days under observation. It was past 1 in the night and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed but you had some unfinished business left to handle.

It was dark and it was hard to make out your surroundings until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As you walked to the kitchen island, your eyes landed on the sorceress that had her head in her arms and wondered if she was asleep. Batman had said you were free to deal with her anyway you liked and that had been exactly your plan.

“He’s okay now, if you’re curious.” You told her. Her head shot up and she looked at you out of the corner of her eye before bowing it away shamefully. But you caught a glance at her face. She looked like she had been crying for hours, eyes bloodshot and face red and blotchy.

“Thank god.” She croaked out.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N).” Zatanna whimpered out before crying again, “You were right. I was jealous. And I did a crazy, wrong thing. And I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, nodding at her apology even though you knew she couldn’t see you. You weren’t sure if you accepted it, and you didn’t have to. For now, it could remain in the air.

“He really doesn’t love me....” She whispered out and you sighed once again, stepping up beside her and setting something on the table.

Zatanna glanced at the bottle of tequila and the two shot glasses you left. You didn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare straight ahead. You opened the bottle, pouring yourself a shot before tilting your head back and downing it, hissing at the burn.

“Obligatory break-up drink.” You mumbled, pouring her a shot and passing the glass to her.

She sniffled, looking at the glass in her hands before gulping it down. You took a deep breath, refilling the glasses. You still didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her, just poured a refill when either of you finished and downed it in one gulp. The excitement from today and the tense feeling from sitting beside Zatanna kept you from getting drunk too early.

You two ended up finishing half the bottle, drinking in the dark until she passed out first and you followed soon after.

The others found you the next morning, passed out at the kitchen island, clutching empty shot glasses.

***

Bonus bonus:

Batman sighed, smelling the overwhelming scent of tequila as he came closer. None of them were able to wake either of you up. You were out cold, face scrunched up and head against the table in a position that would no doubt have your neck in a crick.

Zatanna was no better. Her hair was a mess, tequila spilt on her clothes and she was drooling all over the table, snoring unattractively.

“All this over a boy?”

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[the-last-kenobi]

I love your writing so much!! If you’re still taking requests, could you do 9 with Obi-Wan and Anakin?

Thank you!! <3 And of course! I hope you enjoy.

From this various prompts list.

Set after The Wrong Jedi arc. And it’s way... way longer than I meant it to be. Whoops. I told myself, make this one short. Actually a prompt fill. And then I laughed at myself and wrote a fic and I don’t know exactly how long it is because I was too scared to look at the word count.

I tagged it as long post so I hope those of you who aren’t in the mood for my rambling bs are as to skip it!

I will add a reading cut when I get my hands on a laptop.

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When Skywalker stormed into the training bay, his fists clenched by his sides, troopers scattered out of his way like silver-fish before a Bloodfin.

Even without Force-sensitivity, it was impossible to miss the potent fury rolling off the young General in waves, almost visible on the air, scalding anyone who got too near. His eyes glided right over the Clones, however, and fixed on a single figure standing alone on a mat, performing a slow exercise.

Anakin strode over to the edge of the mat and stamped his foot on the edge, twisting it a few inches just as the other man’s foot came back down from a stretch. He slipped. At the last second he caught himself, turning on the spot to regain his balance.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan spoke calmly, as if nothing had just happened. As if his friend wasn’t glaring at him with rage and disdain.

“A duel,” said Anakin, in a tone that brokered no argument.

General Kenobi’s face tightened slightly. But he nodded graciously and summoned his lightsaber to his hands, drawing backwards towards the opposite wall and raising his blue blade in a low Soresu opening.

Skywalker waited only half a second before launching himself at the other man in a blur of blue light and red-hot anger.

Cody, watching from the wall, clasped his hands behind his back as he watched the two Jedi spar at bewildering speeds.

Dizzying swirls of colliding blue light. Last-moment maneuvers, a blade hot as a sun missing moving limbs by inches. Skywalker always on the offensive. Kenobi always giving ground.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened slightly as his entire body trembled under the weight of a blow that could have removed his head from his shoulders had he not blocked it; his own serenity seemed to shrink in the face of Anakin’s fire and desperation.

There was a blur of motion, and Skywalker stood triumphant as Kenobi crashed to the floor with the younger man’s saber an inch from his chest.

Obi-Wan stared up at his friend. “Solah,” he whispered.

For a moment more, the scene hung suspended. The lightsaber burning close, too close, to Obi-Wan’s vulnerable body, Anakin looming over him with anger in his eyes.

Then Anakin turned and stalked out of the room, leaving his former Master on the floor with a faint scorch mark on his pale tunics.

“Sir.” Cody strode over to his General immediately and helped him to his feet, watching him wince, feeling a surge of helpless anger at the nagging realization that he had never anticipated a time when his General would be hurting because of Skywalker. “Sir.”

“Cody,” the Jedi said wearily. “I need to get up to the bridge.”

“You need to see Hoop,” said Cody, referring to the 212th’s medic.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. We’re still two days out through hyperspace and we need to find a way to make contact with the ground troops on Ryloth before we go barging in.”

Cody clenched his jaw but assented, knowing that there was no dissuading his General, not now. He had just one more thing to say.

“General.” He waited until Kenobi looked at him. “You threw that fight.”

Obi-Wan inhaled slowly, a look of what his Commander recognized as pain — grief — flickering behind his blue eyes. “Anakin needed the win,” he said quietly.

=

The second time Anakin Skywalker stormed into the training bay, everyone moved aside to watch even before Obi-Wan had turned around to greet his former apprentice.

Men from the 501st and the 212th, thrown together on this joint mission as if to both aggravate and soothe the hurt of Ahsoka���s departure, stood side by side and watched as their Generals flung themselves into the fight as if lives depended on it.

As Kenobi let Skywalker take the offensive. As he let Skywalker come to the edge of victory again and again and then held him off at the last second.

As Anakin’s rage grew, as he began to resent Obi-Wan for dragging the battle out and denying Anakin the victory he craved and deserved. Holding him back as always.

As for the second time Kenobi threw the fight in a way that Anakin didn’t notice.

Letting him walk off with his rage dispersed for awhile, the relieved and triumphant victor, while the bruised and shaken loser climbed to his feet and went back to work with an air of gravity around him. As if Obi-Wan had absorbed the weight of his friend’s anger and carried it like a shroud.

Maybe he did.

=

The third time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by punching Obi-Wan in the face.

The fourth time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by burning his leg from hip to ankle.

The sixth time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by pressing his foot down on the other man’s throat almost to the point of unconsciousness.

The eighth time, he won by knocking Obi-Wan’s lightsaber from his hands and driving him back against a wall with his own saber at Obi-Wan’s neck.

=

“You have to stop,” Hoop said.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “He... needs this.” A hiss escaped his lips as the medic dabbed bacta along the abrasion above his eye, the bacta he had tried to say he didn’t need.

“He needs a therapist and an ass kicking,” retorted Hoop, disregarding standard respect. He didn’t care about protocol in general, and certainly not when his General turned up every other day — usually dragged in by Cody — with bruises and cuts and strained muscles.

Obi-Wan only shook his head again.

=

Cody, Rex, Hoop, and many of the others had hoped that the battles on Ryloth would serve as a good outlet for General Skywalker.

They did.

But it wasn’t enough.

Fighting what felt like a futile war for the planet’s freedom, being back on Ryloth yet again, and the gaping hole in the 501st where Ahsoka had once stood only seemed to drive Skywalker’s pain upwards. And for Anakin, all emotions led to rage, eventually.

He could not stand the depths of his emotions, the dark days, the low times. If he was not happy, he chose rage over sorrow.

And there was so much sorrow.

=

There was a two-day reprieve after the campaign on Ryloth. Temporary victory had been purchased yet again with the blood of the natives and the GAR, and the 501st and 212th departed for another campaign halfway across the galaxy at once.

And for two days there was time to rest and think.

And then Anakin stalked into the training bay again. Not finding Obi-Wan, he waited for him, and as soon as the older Jedi entered the room, raised his lightsaber in an Ataru salute.

=

The thirteenth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, they dueled for over three hours, and both fell exhausted to the ground.

The nineteenth time, Anakin left Obi-Wan with a leg broken in two places. Cody had to physically restrain Hoop — and himself, frankly — from jumping General Skywalker and throttling him.

The twenty-eighth time, Obi-Wan’s guard slipped, and Anakin’s saber drove straight through Obi-Wan’s thigh. A mirror image of the wound Dooku had inflicted on his other leg, a lifetime ago it seemed, back when they had been on the same side.

Were they still?

Anakin’s face had dropped with shock at the injury, and before any of the men could react, he had picked Obi-Wan up in his arms and rushed him to the med bay.

And then the Council called to speak with Kenobi privately, and Anakin’s rage and hurt against them for their role in handing his Padawan over to the authorities rose up again like a serpent reading to strike.

The thirtieth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, he fought with his left hand, as if taunting his Master that he was still superior.

The thirty-sixth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, the older Jedi fought back, taking the offensive just long enough that it seemed he would be victorious — and then something in Anakin’s face broke. Grief and dismay were revealed in the cracks of his wrath, and Obi-Wan retreated again, and then fell.

The fortieth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, he was met with silence.

Anakin stared, his saber already lit in his hands, as Obi-Wan stood up slowly from where he had been meditating.

He dragged himself to his feet like a man on the verge of collapse, but he was as irritatingly graceful as ever, composed, serene. Anakin’s hands tightened on his weapon.

“Well?” he prompted.

Obi-Wan said nothing.

He looked down at the floor, and some of his burnished, ruddy hair fell over his eyes, concealing his face from view. Anakin waited impatiently. A strange feeling rose inside him, something nauseous and uncertain, and he did not want to know what it was.

“Well?” he demanded more aggressively.

Obi-Wan swallowed hard and looked up at him.

And Anakin was struck by how small his Master looked.

Shorter than him by a few inches, yes, but somehow that larger-than-life quality that hung about the man had fallen away. He looked tired. Beaten, humbled, hurt — like a child, like a man driven to the edge and then over it without anyone pausing to take notice of his fall.

His blue eyes were shattered by unshed tears.

Anakin recoiled.

“I can’t,” Obi-Wan croaked. His voice was tight as a wire, strained with the effort of holding back tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Anakin. I... I’m too tired to be your emotional punching bag today.”

“Obi-Wan—” said Anakin, not even knowing what he was going to say, and stopped there.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan repeated. And he sounded it. Looked it. Was dripping remorse into the air like a sky about to storm. “Please. If this is what you need, I can keep doing it, but I just need today. I need a day to breathe. And — and if you’re —”

A tear trickled down over one cheek and into his beard. Then another.

Anakin was watching with his expression frozen between anger and shock.

Cody leaned forward as if about to spring. Rex’s hand settled on his shoulder.

“If you just need more time, I’ll give it to you,” Obi-Wan whispered. “But if you’re angry enough to strike me down unarmed... do it. I don’t — I don’t want — I can’t —”

Cody jolted under Rex’s grip.

And still, Anakin’s saber blazed in his hands, casting Obi-Wan in blue light, reflected in his shining eyes.

“I can’t,” Obi-Wan said helplessly.

Anakin hesitated.

Conflicting emotions ran across his face one after the other, grief chasing pain chasing anger chasing despair chasing rage, like shadows passing over deeper waters.

He raised his saber a little higher.

=

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Nothing Fucks with My Baby

The (not so) long awaited Hitman AU 👀

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

TW Blood, minor violence, referenced/implied murder, stalking, implied kidnapping

Iwaizumi has one rule. No kids.

They could be the damn antichrist for all he cares, if they’re underage, they’re off limits. Anyone else is fair game - kind old ladies, rich corrupt businessmen, housewives, politicians. He doesn’t give a shit so long as he gets paid, and paid well.

You were fair game.

He never cares why. Iwa has better things to do than listen to meaningless justifications and vendettas. They make no difference either way - he’s being paid to kill, so he’ll kill, ruthlessly and without prejudice. All he wants is a name, a picture and whether or not they want brains splattered on pavement or something a little more refined. An address doesn’t go astray, but he’ll work with what he’s got, it’s the reason he can charge a fucking premium.

But you… you weren’t what he expected. He’s used to filth. Liars, cheaters, bottom of the barrel trash. Every once in a while some poor idiot gets caught up in something they don’t understand and ultimately pay the price for it, but good people don’t often end up in files splayed across Iwaizumi’s desk. He’s not used to innocence, and as far as he’s concerned, you’re as close as they come.

He supposes that things might have been different if they’d wanted you dead quickly. 

Publicly. 

But they didn’t want that. They wanted you to disappear without a fucking trace. It wasn’t a kindness - it just meant more work for him. It meant that instead of staring down the barrel of a sniper rifle perched in the window of an empty apartment across the street from yours, he’d have to get his hands dirty.

If you want somebody to blame, sweetheart, why don’t you start with them?

In hindsight, he probably didn’t need to go inside the little coffee joint you worked at. He could lie to himself and say that it was an excuse to get closer to you, to see if you had friends at your work who might try and get in the way, but the simple truth was that he’d been up since four in the fucking morning, and he might just have shot somebody out of sheer irritation if he didn’t get a hit of caffeine and soon. 

Might as well kill two birds with one stone, right?

And it wasn’t like you were going to recognise him. Three days in, and as far as Iwa can tell, you don’t have the slightest idea that you were being watched, much less that the pair of eyes watching belonged to a cold hearted killer. 

People tend to be a little more scared when they sense he’s coming - there’s a kind of innate fear that seeps from every pore as they scurry about trying to hide, trying to put off the inevitable - but you, you’re just blissfully oblivious, flitting around with those wide doe eyes like you haven’t got a damn care in the world. 

He honestly doesn’t know whether he wants to envy or pity you for that sweet naivety. 

Currently though, he’s more concerned with whether or not you can make a half decent cup of coffee. 

“I asked for an extra hot latte.”

Or he would be, if the asshole with slicked back hair and an expensive suit hadn’t cut him off just as he was about to step up to the counter to shove the coffee you’d just made him back in your face. He watches your eyes widen for a split second before you smile - apologetic and demure before you can even open your mouth.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is it not hot enough?” 

The moment the words leave your lips, you all but flinch. Both you and he know that despite the fact you mean them sincerely (which kind of surprises him, considering that if your situations were reversed he wouldn’t have been nearly so generous) they’re a mistake.

The asshole sneers down at you like you’re nothing more than scum on his shoes. “If it was fucking hot enough, I wouldn’t be wasting my time complaining, now would I?”

Even before he found himself dabbling in his current line of work, Iwaizumi never considered himself much of a knight in shining armour. The world’s a shitty place, it’s not his job to go around fixing things and softening blows. He’s not a cold, emotionless bastard, as most people assume, he just has better things to do than run around playing a damn bleeding heart and sticking his neck out for strangers. It’s not his problem and as far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t owe anybody shit.

Impassive olive eyes watch as you try and backtrack, apologising again, offering to make him a new drink, explaining that the reason the coffee wasn’t as hot as he wanted was because you were trying not to scorch the milk- for naught.

You in your naive little world don’t seem to realise that the asshole doesn’t actually give a shit about the coffee. He wants a power trip, and you’ve given him the perfect excuse. He wants to yell and scream and stamp his feet and take all of his repressed anger and feelings of inadequacy out on you so that he can feel like a big man. He wants to see you whimper and cry and bow down before him.

It’s pathetic, but Iwa’s content to watch it play out, drumming his fingers against the wallet in his hand, more irritated with the delay in getting his own coffee than the outburst itself-

Until the asshole reaches for his latte. 

Iwa’s good at reading people, predicting their movements before they’re even made. It’s a necessary skill in his profession, one that’s saved his skin more times than he can count. He sees the little vein in the asshole’s temple throb, his jaw tighten, and the moment his hand twitches towards the still steaming cup of coffee, Iwa knows that he fully intends on throwing it at you.

He moves quicker than a man of his size has any right to, an iron grip wrapping around the asshole’s wrist, squeezing. He glares, sneering down at the man who all of a sudden doesn’t seem quite so angry, much less imposing. 

“Get out,” he hisses.

It’s not a request.

But the asshole either has a death wish or he’s trying to salvage what’s left of his fragile ego, because his beady eyes narrow and he opens his mouth - no doubt to spew more vitriolic bullshit.

Iwa twists.

Not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough that it sends the man to his knees, whimpering like a kicked puppy, desperate to relieve the pressure on his wrist. 

“I said,” he begins, his voice colder than ice, “get out.”

Yet he doesn’t spare the asshole another glance, not even as he releases his grip and the man skitters away like he’s been burned. The cafe is deathly silent, and without even glancing around, Iwa knows that they’ve managed to draw the attention of most if not all of its patrons.

And for once, he doesn’t give a single fuck.

Iwa’s eyes, his attention, all of it is focused entirely on you - on the wide eyed, stunned look on your pretty face. It’s a violent outburst, not nearly close to what he’s truly capable of, but in the quiet little cafe on a dreary Tuesday morning, glaringly out of place.

Will you burst into tears, he wonders. Ignore it, brush it aside and pretend it never happened? Stutter out more apologies for causing a fuss, for making a simple mistake? He somehow doubts you’ll be the type to scold him for it. No, you’re far too meek for that.

You surprise him, smiling slowly instead, and it’s like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm.

It’s a far cry from the contrite air you’d graced the asshole with earlier. It’s hesitant, nervous, but it’s very much real, and Iwa finds it difficult to stop the corners of his own lips from twitching upwards in response.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

He inclines his head a fraction. “Don’t worry about it.”

You don’t charge him for the coffee, even when he practically shoves the bills across the counter into your hands.

“Don’t worry about it,” you shyly parrot back at him, and he almost fucking snorts when there’s a warmed chocolate chip muffin waiting with his coffee when it’s ready.

He’s being paid forty grand to make sure you’re dead by the end of the week, and you’re here giving him free muffins. Oikawa would see the humour in that. Of course, Oikawa would have absolutely no qualms in charming the absolute hell out of you seconds before he pulled the trigger. Realistically, he shouldn’t either. It’s his job, nothing personal.

To say he enjoys killing is probably a stretch, but he takes pride in it. Iwa’s good at what he does. It’s simple. Easy - so long as he follows his own rules.

This shouldn’t be any different. You’re cute, he supposes, in an odd sort of way. Innocent.

Endearing.

It shouldn’t have an effect on him. 

It doesn’t, but-

He could have killed you two days ago. He’d be willing to bet good money that he could’ve walked right to your apartment, knocked on your door, made up some bullshit excuse on the spot and you would have smiled and invited him right inside. 

And it’s not like you’d stand a chance of being able to fight him off.

Over the past few days there have been at least twelve different moments that Iwaizumi could have stepped in and snuffed that pretty little life of yours out without making a fuss and it would have been easy.

But he hadn’t.

There’s a difference between surveillance and stalking - it’s a fine line, a blurred one maybe, but it’s there all the same. After yet another night spent camped out watching you move about your apartment - cooking dinner for yourself, zoning out on the couch and fiddling with your phone while the tv plays in the background before finally curling up in bed in the early hours of the morning - Iwa comes to the realisation that he’s crossed it. 

He wonders why it doesn’t bother him like it should.

The next day, he goes back to your little coffee shop. There’s no muffin this time, but your face brightens when he walks through the door and when he goes to pick up his coffee there’s a tiny, bite sized cookie sitting atop the lid.

“Don’t tell my boss,” you whisper, darting a glance back over your shoulder even as another pretty little smile graces your features.

Something unexpectedly warm and pleasant sings through his blood, and this time Iwa allows his own lips to twitch into the faintest hint of a grin in response.

You really are a truly awful judge of character.

Maybe that’s your downfall, that beautiful, naive innocence you just bleed. It’s a wonder that nobody’s come along to take advantage of you, especially when you are so very ripe for the taking. 

Well, nobody until him, he supposes. 

Iwa doesn’t know for certain why the men who want you dead do, he doesn’t particularly care either, but he does know that whatever their reasons are, it’s not enough.

Neither is forty thousand dollars.

It takes time, more than he’d like, to find the root of it all. It’s messy and he has to call in a few favours from old friends, but Iwa is nothing if not thorough.

He’s never particularly enjoyed killing, but there’s a certain satisfaction he gets from watching the light leave their desperate, pleading eyes knowing that he’s finally done his job. When he comes home, his shirt flecked with blood, his hands still dripping with it and coaxes your stricken, tear stained face up into a lingering kiss, Iwa feels content.

They wanted you to disappear entirely, he made sure that you did. 

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Subcon Forest Analysis

Hi everyone I'm here to spill my aggressive overflowing thoughts on Subcon Forest and what it represents because it's been driving me insane since I finished the Sleepy Subcon time rift. Okay let's go. Obvious spoilers for AHIT ahead so proceed with caution.

This is also very, very long.

Disclaimer/warning: I will be discussing abusive/unhealthy relationships in this analysis. I mean. Vanessa. Come on. Also, there is a section on the nooses, and that delves, of course, into mentions of suicide. It will be sectioned off and easily skipped, but if you'd rather be safe and skip the entire post, that's completely understandable! Please stay safe. <3

Alright. Main point to be had here:

Subcon Forest is a giant extended metaphor for Snatcher's mind and character.

You all get to now listen to me spout nonsense about metaphors and symbolism because I'm a sucker for analysis and I'm given an opportunity to go ham. So perish.

The Ice

Let's start with the most obvious and most glaring thing in Subcon. The ice. It's everywhere. Not just outside Vanessa's manor, either; no, it's throughout the village, too. Shows up in the well and in random locations sprinkled about. When it comes to literal plot, we know that ice is just what lingers after Vanessa's wintery curse on Subcon. But going deeper and analyzing the meaning behind it?

Well, let's look at this from the perspective I've suggested. Subcon Forest being an extended metaphor for Snatcher's mind and character. A symbol for Vanessa then litters his mind, enough where it's certainly noticeable at first but blends in more easily once more of Subcon is unlocked to Hat Kid. This is clearly meant to be his lingering trauma, whether or not he wants to acknowledge it. Which he doesn't, as he never mentions it directly in his forest (that I can recall). Her influence plagues him, as to be expected with the traumatic experiences he went through with her. Breaking the ice is something Hat Kid must do in order to fulfill the wishes of the Fire Spirits (another subject I'll get into shortly), which, if self-indulgently playing with the found family idea, could mean that Hat Kid is helping him heal; if indirectly. Even if fulfilling the Fire Spirits' wish to die is... counterproductive, in that measure, which I'm now getting ahead of myself so hold on a sec!!

Vanessa. Ice. Everywhere. Traces of it all over his forest. That's the effects of an abusive relationship! Especially in a worst-case scenario where... yknow! One party in the relationship dies! So of course ice would be everywhere.

In and of itself, ice is a common symbol in literature and other forms of media. In this case, it's presented as an antagonistic force; emphasis is placed upon freezing and the harm that comes with it. The cold is unwelcoming, threatening, merciless. Snow can act as an insulating force, at least, but ice cannot. It can only make things colder.

A slight stretch: Seeing as this game deals a lot with time shenaniganry, I'm not sure if it'd be too out of left field to connect "freezing" with the theme of time. Yknow. Frozen in time. Both parties here, Snatcher and Vanessa, would be in this frozen state. One largely repressing it and never fully moving on, and the other doomed to her isolation ever since the event in question. They never moved past that moment after the Prince and florist's interaction.

The Fire Spirits (& the Portraits)

I'll put a slight warning here for suicidal ideation, if only because... it's the Fire Spirits we're talking about. It's not as grossly in-detail as the noose discussion will be, though, so make of that what you will.

To me, the Fire Spirits are a very interesting case. After all, they're fire. They're a direct contrast to the ice, thus being the only thing we're shown that could potentially melt it. The Fire Spirits, in my opinion, represent hope or a strength to continue. A strength to move on after troubles of the past.

...And that hope wants to die.

The Fire Spirits wish to burn out, to leave this mortal coil and abandon the forest to the cold. They make no effort to melt the ice, they simply dance, blissfully ignorant towards their surroundings. This being a metaphor for Snatcher's own hope for moving on is made all the more obvious by the fact he wants them gone. The first contract is to kill the Fire Spirits, to kill the hope. Perhaps he believes that sort of thing to be fruitless or naïve, so it only clutters his mind or has him foolishly optimistic at points. So, get rid of it. And the hope is happy to oblige.

(That, or their willingness to leave the forest to its own suffering and not aid in the ice's thaw angers him. Besides the whole "bark bark growl I can't get to parts of my forest because of them!!" which... also could represent a naïve hope clouding his judgement, not allowing him to see a bigger picture. But hope can't all be lost if one wants to move forward...)

A little side-tangent now on the portraits! And it's another slight stretch but the idea is in my head and I can't let it go. Portraits are another common symbol, usually being a physical representation of a memory or idea. For our purposes, let's say they're memories. I know in canon they appear to just hold souls captive or something but for now we're just Ignoring That(tm). The Fire Spirits have to burn the portraits to disappear. See where I'm going with this, maybe?

Instead of handling bad memories (or perhaps memories of the past in general) in any healthy manner, Snatcher chooses to forget/repress them, which just allows his hope to progressively die out.

I'm really hoping this is making sense because it makes a lot of sense to me but I might be insane rn

The Fact that this is a Forest

Forest symbolism breakdown! What's a forest usually mean in literature? "Traditionally, the forest has come to represent being lost, exploration and potential danger as well as mystery and 'other worldliness'." Okay. Yeah. Fair enough. That certainly works with the whole aesthetic we've got going on. Wood usually is life, growth and strength. But the trees of subcon are all dead. So what about that? It stands for death, big whoop, very spooky, we know Snatcher's dead and so are the children, yadda yadda wowie wowie. But. :) The trees in Subcon look a lot like trees that were scorched in a forest fire. Don't believe me?

(You could also argue they're just regular marsh/swamp trees bUT SSHHSUUHSH HANG ON HEAR ME OUT LOOK LOOK,)

What I believe to have happened was a controlled fire to rid the forest of the majority of its ice and snow. Likely done by Snatcher. It leaves behind a very desolate, depressing, barren scene... but. What else do dead/burnt trees symbolize? Rebirth. After all, controlled fires happen to make way for new trees to take the place of old ones. Some trees only drop seeds in fires/hot temperatures, so new ones take root and begin anew. Weird. It's almost like... I dunno. Snatcher was given some sorta second chance, given he's not just a corpse in Vanessa's cellar. So were the subconites. Another life given then by Snatcher. All connected I tell ya!!

Generally, aside from that, forests have many connotations. Mystery, isolation, claustrophobia; a place to dwell on regrets, or the past; to worry over one's future; to seek escape from or escape inside of... hmgmrnmm!

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The Nooses

The t/w is given at the top and another cut-off point will follow the bottom of this, for those that would like to skip. This will delve into talk of suicide and abusive tactics used by abusers. Please don't read if it will upset you or make you feel unsafe!!!

Personally, I cannot stand the nooses, but that's just due to my own triggers. Were there a way to hide those from the game or replace the damned talking ones with anything else. I would take it. In a heartbeat. But I can still appreciate the potential analysis to be had with them. So now i'm gonna talk about it despite how uncomfortable it will make me to do so. yEa

So, what about 'em? There are three types of nooses seen in Subcon. At least that I remember but I didn't really go looking for them. Empty ones, ones containing empty subconites, and the talking ones.

Nooses in general obviously can hint towards suicidal thoughts or behaviors of the characters that interact with them. If saying Subcon is Snatcher's mind, it could suggest that he suffered from some sort of suicidal thoughts in life (or currently, if second death is possible... or if he never truly died... or maybe he's trying to figure that out...which has given me... a separate idea...uh oh). But. And hear me out. Different perspective.

A talking noose. I hate them with a fiery passion that is unmatched. But think of the packed symbolism of a noose that talks. And think more about what it says. "I wouldn't mind being strapped around a cute neck like yours." "Be careful now, I don't want to see you meet a miserable end anywhere, but with me." Oddly, a lot of what the noose says seems almost... endearing? One could argue it's a way of luring someone to put it around their necks, which in and of itself is a whole lot to unpack when it comes to suicidal thoughts beckoning one forward; painting itself as something romantic, almost. But. Here's a wild idea, now. What if the nooses, at least the talking ones, are another symbol for Vanessa?

They're tinted blue, after all. While Vanessa's scheme is more red, one could argue two things: One, ice. Blue. Ice. yeah. Or two, the fact that Snatcher's scheme is more purple. Blue and red... make... purple. So, for all we know, Snatcher's current state was a compound effort between suicidal thoughts and Vanessa's treatment of him. Perhaps he even found a way to put himself out of his misery before freezing/starving to death. (I know he has dialogue that argues against that, but... are we certain Snatcher would be the kind to admit suicide over freezing to death?... I don't think so.)

At any rate, a common threat by those in "control" of an abusive relationship is that of killing themselves should the other person not do as they desire. It's a cruel form of emotional manipulation to get their way, worse off if the other party is an empathetic individual. As a person who has been the empathetic individual in relationships like this... I would know. I've been here, unfortunately So, it's not completely out of the question to say Vanessa could've used some tactic like that, even before the whole... cellar ordeal. Did she? I dunno. I'm tossing ideas around. But if she did, the threats of such would sit around in the Prince's mind easily. Even if she has a reputation of not going through with it. It doesn't matter. That shit sticks with you forever, that scare, the potential of it ever being true, is horrifying and it ruins you. I'm projecting, Squirtle.

Still. A noose cannot hang itself. It has to have a victim.

...yea.

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Misc. Ideas

- The spiders: Aside from the usual things spiders can be chalked up to symbolizing - toxicity, alluring danger, just... general pain - I like the potential wordplay that can happen here. Yknow. A black widow. Say the Prince and Vanessa were married when one died. What would that leave Vanessa? A widow. ...She's red and black, too. Yknow. Like a black widow. HA wordplay is fun isn't it?

- Snatcher's tree: Love this place, love sitting in here. But not the point! The inside of Snatcher's tree is such a harsh juxtaposition to the rest of Subcon that it kinda throws ya off guard. After all, the dark, purples and blues then contrasted with the bright warm colors of the inside. Even the music switches over. The thorns outside aren't present indoors. Ohh yeah this is gonna be on the nose as hell but the Tree(tm) is 100% representing Snatcher's appearance/put-on personality vs. his truer nature. Spooky outside with thorns, foreboding, unwelcoming. Then the more comfortable interior. VULnerable. Have I even mentioned that the tree is HOLLOW I mean COME ON. The sturdiness of that tree? Nonexistent. He's not a sturdy guy at all no matter how he fronts

- Intrusions are unwelcome: Snatcher does not like the fact that Hat Kid sticks around in his forest. His personal space. His mind. In fact he tries desperately to get rid of her after their fight, not wanting her presence in his forest at all. He has no problem providing more contracts later on with the Death Wish thing, and he finds great entertainment in messing around with Hat Kid, so it's not just a weird sudden hatred he has for her; it's the fact that. After she's finished being useful, he no longer wants her around, lest she find some things she shouldn't find. Now he's just uncomfortable with her in his personal boundaries. Could just be a denial that she's helped him heal (breaking ice, stealing from Vanessa, being something interesting for his kids to interact with) or just not really wanting a child to get wrapped up in. All that. Most likely the former. Considering the amount of joke-hints he drops regarding his background during his Death Wish dialogue. I see you funny man, making jokes out of your trauma as a coping mechanism. Punts him

Annnd I think that's all I got, for now! I'll make an update post if I get any more sporadic ideas. If you read this whole thing, thank you!! and also!! Wow that was a lot!! Hell world. Please feel free to elaborate on any of my points or debate with me on em!! I'm always open to other ideas, just be aware that if I disagree I am not shy when it comes to debate hehehe, tho I won't be aggressive to any extent I prommy!!

Alrighty. goes to sleep goodnight

[animensfw-smut]

Could I request a bakugo x reader where he thinks reader is quirkless but in reality, the quirk is pretty powerful but they don’t use the quirk much because it leave really bad scarring on their body. He finds this out by reader training with him and he goes a little too far (this was a lot but yea 😭)-

If his reaction to finding out Deku had a quirk was that bad, what would he think if his s/o was keeping her quirk a secret too? 😶 Anyway, thanks for requesting!

Quirk: Dark magic which is great in both attack and defence. Summons barriers, attack spells and all. Each time it is used, it leaves a burn on a part of reader’s body as dealing with dark magic is a bad thing. However, the burn heals after a few days and doesn’t leave a scar, but it still hurts her. The only time it leaves a scar is when she has used too much of her quirk. (Legit just made this quirk up on the spot-)

WARNINGS: Bakugo being a little angry. Also, this will probably be really short because i really can’t write fight scenes...

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*Third pov*

The air was warm, save for the light breeze sweeping by every so often. It was a weekend and all the students were resting in their own dorms, the heat making them sleepy. Only two students were dumb enough to go training in this weather. 

Explosions sounded from the field where Bakugo flung himself at (y/n). He had little intention of hurting her seriously, maybe only a few scrapes, bruises and cuts. When it came to sparring with (y/n), everyone knew (y/n) didn’t have a quirk and could only fight hand-to-hand combat. How she got into UA was a mystery to all the students except from the teachers. Only a handful of people had seen her quirk.

(y/n) dodged the punch headed straight for her face, stepping to the side and giving her own punch. Bakugo also dodged, a smirk decorating his face before he flipped over and landed behind (y/n). They had been going at this for hours, the heat radiating off of them and sweat dripping down their face.

"Katsuki, when are you gonna land a blow on me?" (y/n) chuckled. Maybe it was her own fault that her quirk was revealed like this. She shouldn't have been provoking the great Katsuki Bakugo.

Without warning, he blasted towards her, sending a huge blast her way, there was no way she could dodge that. His eyes widened when he realised what he had done.

"(y/n)! Shit! I'm sorry!" He ran to her, fully prepared to see her laying on the ground, but what he saw instead surprised him.

(y/n) had her arms raised up, dark matter radiating from her whole body as the blast was deflected. A huge burn mark scorched her left hand, leaving her to feel the pain. Bakugo stood there, eyes wide as he processed what had just happened. Anger flashed through his eyes,

"What the fuck (y/n)?! Why do you have a fucking quirk? Last time I checked you were quirkless, or are you keeping secrets from me like fuckin deku?!" Tiny explosions escaped from his palms and (y/n) winced at his reaction; she knew it would end up like this.

"I'm sorry, Katsuki. But there's a reason I don't use this quirk unless necessary."

"Oh yeah? What reason." He stated, glaring at her. She reluctantly showed him her hand, a bright red burn mark decorating it.

"This happens whenever I use my quirk, and it's painful. It can appear anywhere in my body, so if possible, I don't use it. Only the teachers know about this quirk so I'm not leaving you out deliberately."

Bakugo hesitated, averting his gaze as he quietly asked,

"Why did you keep it from me? Couldn't you have told me?" She shook her head with a chuckle,

"I just never remembered to tell you. I enjoy spending so much time with you that my quirk was the last thing on my mind. So... Forgive me?"

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't keep any secrets from me starting now." He walked towards her, grabbing her right hand and dragging her to sit on the bench where the first aid kit was.

"Give me your hand." (y/n) hid a smile, knowing that if Bakugo saw, he would surely tell her to treat her own wounds herself. She obliged without question and he carefully tended to her wound.

"Don't use your quirk anymore. It's a pain in the ass treating you." Her face lit up at his consideration.

"I will never use my quirk again... Unless necessary."

"Tch. So annoying."

"You know you love me~" (y/n) gave him a peck on the lips, a bright blush spreading over his face. He turned away from her under the guise of putting away the bandages,

"Yeah yeah."

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A/N

I'm sorry if this was crappy 😭 I tried.

The next request is a Giyuu request!

[soulwillower]

tozier • stanley uris

(stan x tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here’s my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), stan teasing the reader a lot, some dirty talk? i think thats it. also a tiiiiny bit of exhibitionism i guess at the end. very unedited

part 6 of the tozier series [  i  ii iii  iv v ]

(losers and reader are 20+ and in college in this)

4.1k words

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the door opened and closed downstairs as you towel dry your hair, the fog of the scorching shower you'd just endured fogging your mirrors. you frown as you wipe a line through the mirror and your eyes stare back at you for a split moment before the fog reclaims the image and you sigh.

pulling yourself together, you unlock the door and start to walk towards your room on the other side of the house. as you pad towards your room, a throat clears and you jump a bit, eyes landing on stan from where he stands at the bottom of the stairs. he's grinning, "hey, y/n." he says gently, eyes staying on your face. your face goes warm, "hi, stan. um - richie's- i don't know where richie is," you start, looking around.

richie rounds the corner as if he's been summoned, brushing his teeth as he itches his side. you hiss, "stan's here. why didn't you tell me he was coming over?"

it's quiet enough that the boy down the stairs can't hear you and richie narrows his eyes with a smirk.

"calm down, it's just stan. he's the only one here for dinner tonight. the others won't be here 'till sometime after. why d'you ask?" he asks, his mouth covered in spit and toothpaste. you wrinkle your nose at his poor hygiene but gesture to your frame, wet and covered with only your towel.

richie fixes you with an eye roll, "believe me, nobody is interested in you like that. especially stan. you're just self obsessed, y/n, it's embarrassing for you. not everyone wants to fuck you. i'm pretty sure nobody does." he says with a slight glare. "just because you're into my best friend doesn't mean he's into you."

you shove richie immediately, your eyes catching a glimpse of light brown curls as they zip around the balcony, disappearing. you wish he hadn't heard that. “fuck you, richie. why do you try to embarrass me? i hate you.” 

a moment later, your mom is calling your names. "richie, y/n! stan's here for dinner!"

you're furious and the look you send richie as you turn to escape to your room burns through his skull. you're flustered as you get ready for dinner, pulling on your clothes with bright red cheeks. your mind goes to the party you'd all gone to the other week - the night that you and bill had hooked up.

you can't believe you've almost done it. you've slept with five of richie's best friends, and he doesn't even know yet. the boy downstairs comes to your mind and you sigh, thinking back to when he'd teased you at the party, when you'd sat on his lap to the quarry the other day, when he'd slid his foot against your leg under the table the the other night while you were all eating....

the butterflies in your stomach won't go away. plus, it's stan - and for some reason that seems different than the rest of them....

you find your way to the dining room, eyes meeting stan's. he grins from where he's sat, playing with the bottle of beer in front of him, your father having offered him a modelo. "hi, y/n." he says in greeting, giving you a smirk. you smile back, "hi, stan."

"that skirt looks great." he says, "kind of too bad you changed." 

 and you clear your throat just as your dad and richie walk into the room, hands full of plates of food. you're red, hoping they hadn't heard. what the hell has gotten into stan? 

after that, dinner went by without much issue besides you and richie getting into a fight until your father forced you two to calm down.

now, the losers are over and bev is insisting someone go get ice cream from the store so you can all watch a movie with sundaes. "stan the man, you should go." mike says with a grin, causing stan to flip him off with a bored face. your eyes catch on his hands and you can't help but let your mind wander...

"why?" stan asks. eddie shrugs, "you do drive the fastest."

the others laugh and you smile at the ground a bit in amusement. "fine. i get to pick the flavors, though."

the protests from the others echo in the room and you roll your eyes, "just promise to get vanilla?" you ask, and stan looks at you. "what, you're a vanilla girl?" he asks. the others are buzzing in the background about their favorite flavors, but the intense look on stan's face makes you grin. "n-no, promise i'm not a vanilla girl." you say, lifting a brow. he's smirking full-on. "i just know eddie is." you add, and stan laughs. his smile gives you butterflies and eddie nods, "uh, yeah, it's objectively the best flavor, because then you can-"

he's ranting now, and stan shakes his head with an eye roll as he stands up and flips his keys around his fingers. "i'll be back quick."

"why don't you take your little girlfriend with you?" richie teases, gesturing to you. you throw him a glare. "fuck off, richie. y/n, get over here." stan says, nodding his head and gesturing for you to follow him out the door. it's so quickly that stan agrees to have you come along that some of the others share a look, making your stomach burn. he gives one more pissed off look to richie before he leaves the room, and so you awkwardly follow him out to richie's car.

it's a quick drive to the store. finally, you’re back in richie's car with several different ice creams in your hands. you and stan mostly joke the whole time, until you slide into his car again and fall into a moment of silence.

"it's always been funny to see richie say all this bullshit about you in front of me." stan breaks the silence, and you look at him in surprise. he shrugs, eyes still on the road. "not funny that he's an asshole, but it's just amusing. that he thinks i'm not attracted to you."

your stomach drops just as fast as your jaw does at stan's words. "oh, y-you..." you try to act casual. "what?" you ask then, trying to understand what he means. he laughs a bit, jaw tilting back and glinting in the afternoon light. "c'mon, y/n. look at yourself." is all he says, shaking his head as his eyes drag up your figure before returning to the road.

you stare at him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach and your thighs clenching.

"i know you like me, remember? since what, fifth grade?" he says with a cheeky grin, eyebrows lifting in a tease. you let out a breath, the butterflies thumping in your chest. "god, stan. that's not funny."

"why?" he asks, his voice deep as he sets the car towards your house again, the ice cream at your feet. "that joke is so old." you whisper, looking at stan. he raises his brows, "is it?"

"yes." you say firmly, but you feel your resolve breaking. he hums, shaking his head but not speaking.

it's quiet besides the song playing on the radio quietly - every little bit hurts by brenda holloway - and you pretend not to feel your heart flutter in affection as you hear stan sing along under his breath. 

he's driving with one hand on the wheel, one down on the shift. "you know, you don't need to have your hand there. this isn't a manual." you say, changing the subject and gesturing to his stray hand. 

he laughs and it ignites something very deep inside of you. "i'm so used to shifting gears. force of habit, i guess."

"richie's an idiot, he can't even drive manual." you say, shaking your head.

"yeah, but sometimes there's benefits to richie being incapable of driving anything but automatic." he says, his hand falling softly to hold onto your bare thigh. you grip the side of the car door tighter, unable to take his teasing anymore.

stan's pulling into your driveway, and so you turn to him. "why are you teasing me? did someone tell you something?" you ask. what if one of the losers squealed and told him that you fucked them all? he sighs, putting the car in park and looking at your eyes. 

"what? i'm not joking around. you just look so hot in that skirt." he admits with a light laugh and red cheeks.”if i’m making you uncomfortable, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to at all, i just really want you.” 

it’s honest and bold, just the way stan usually is, and you swallow thickly. he really wants you? "prove it, then." you say, eyes locking with his, his hand squeezing your bare thigh.

two minutes later, you're laying down in the backseat as it’s parked in your driveway, stan on top of you sucking the skin on your neck.

“you want to do this right now? even though we could get caught?” you say breathlessly, hands tangled in his hair. "when else?" he says, staring at your lips. your stomach drops a bit, but you don't let it bother you too much as you have stan between your legs in the backseat.

"then let's go, uris." you say, pulling him down by the neck in desperation. he smirks into the kiss, kissing you so deeply you see stars.

"you think it'd be hot if i fuck you in his car, huh?" he whispers quietly in your ear. your eyes roll back as his fingers rub tight, teasing circles over your core, a fire slowly being lit. you only whimper a bit, biting your lip. "y-yes. we don't have time, th-though-" you gasp then, as he slips a finger into you.

he still watches you intently, listening as if nothing was abnormal as he pumps his finger, curling it and making you whimper as you try to spit out your words. it makes you turn bright red. "the ice cream- it'll melt, they'll know." you say through a moan, eyes shutting as he pumps his finger in and out of you teasingly.

"richie says it...t-tastes different after-" you moan, "-after it's been too melted."

"he's full of shit." stan pulls back, finger still teasing you. your chest raises and falls quickly, feeling flustered and desperate. stan smirks, "plus, i want to taste you first."

your throat gets dry. "p-please." you say, cheeks feeling hot with need. the windows are starting to fog up in the car he's parked on your driveway as he slowly slides the underwear down from your legs, kissing the skin as he goes. you're breathing shakily and then he's bringing his eyes up to you before lifting up your skirt and bringing his head under, your eyes rolling back to stare up at the lights in the back of the car that richie and bev had strung up one night.

you gasp in pleasure as you feel stan's tongue dart out and lick a bold, flat stripe up your heat. "fuck," you whisper, your hands moving from gripping the seat you've laid on to pulling up your skirt to lace your fingers through his hair. he swirls his tongue around your clit and you tense, the feeling of pleasure unlike anything you've felt before.

you wonder if it's because you could get caught by richie at any moment, or because it's in richie's car, or just because it's stan.

his hands snake up to hold your waist as he starts to move his tongue, holding you down so you can’t buck your hips, his thumbs rubbing the skin that's revealed between your top and your skirt.

“stan.” you whimper, back arching and yelping as he slips a finger inside you. he hums around your clit and your toes curl, gasping and whining as he pumps into you and curls his finger. his name falls from your lips like a prayer and you can almost feel his smirk against you as his tongue starts to work circles. 

his hand still presses against you as you buck your hips, your legs wrapping over his shoulders. he pulls away slightly, lips glistening as he smirks up at you. “you're perfect, y/n.” he mutters, making you moan, legs squeezing around his head. he smirks at you, finger coming up to rub at your clit slowly as he brings his tongue to thrust into you.

you squeeze his hair lightly as you whimper, the feeling euphoric as your toes curl. his name falls from your lips every few seconds as he ruthlessly eats you out, the coil in your stomach about to release. “stan, please, i’m gonna cum.” you mutter, eyes closed and chest rising and falling.

“not yet.” he says, jaw set as he pulls back, meeting your eyes. you whimper at the loss of stimulation, looking at him in shock. his hand comes up to grip your jaw softly, and he kisses you sweetly. "i want you to forget about everything and everyone besides me." he whispers against your lips.

chills run down your spine - does he know about the others? there's no way stan knows.

you nod, biting your lip as you watch him move back down between your legs, this time slipping two fingers into you and rubbing your clit with his thumb. "how's that feel?" he mutters, and you feel like you're on fire. "fuck- stan, so good. feels s'good." you mutter. he hums, sinking back down to suck and toy with your clit, fingers curling expertly and making your stomach tense as you try not to cum.

"stan, please, please, please-" you start to beg, arm coming to your forehead as you shake. he hums against your clit and you moan loudly - loud enough that if someone were passing by the car they'd certainly know - and clench around his fingers. "no need to beg, y/n." he says cockily, eyes glinting with pride. "cum for me."

you're shaking and moaning his name as you finally hit your high, the best orgasm you think you've ever had. your breathing stutters as he laps you up with his tongue gently, other hand soothing your hair. your eyes are pressed shut as you clench through your high. "fuck, stan." you whimper.

he's pulling himself to sit up and bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean them off, looking at you with an almost questioning look. it makes you feel like putty. 

"i think you need to get eaten out more often, babylove." is all he says before he opens the door, adjusting his pants, slipping your underwear into his pocket, and grabbing the ice cream. "or at least by someone who knows what they're doing."

you're speechless as you gather yourself, smoothing your hair and sliding from the back of the car on shaky legs. stan turns to walk towards the front door but you shove him quickly against the hood, kissing him deeply. you taste yourself faintly on his soft lips, and his free hand comes to grip you, squeezing your ass as he kisses you back. you pull back, "give me my underwear." you order. he shrugs, "you’ll be fine without them, won't you tozier?"

your jaw drops. "it's like you want richie to find out." you say, giving him a slight glare despite the intense butterflies in your gut. he grins at you, pecking your nose. "so what if he does? doesn't change the fact that i'd do it again."

and then he's pulling you by the hand gently towards the house and you're stumbling behind him with red cheeks and jello legs.

jesus christ, that just happened.

"goddamn, what made you take so long?" richie mutters as you and stan walk back into the room, stan’s hand leaving the small of your back after pinching your ass slightly. you clear your throat. "the self check out line was so long." you respond.  

"whatever. i'm hungry. where's the ice cream?" richie asks, the others in the room all looking at you. stan moves to sit next to bill on the couch.

"it's in the freezer. it softened up on the way back." stan says, seemingly disinterested. his passiveness makes your throat dry. why was that so hot?

"it's a three minute drive." richie says, sitting back down. you follow suit, sitting on the floor and grabbing a blanket, wary of the fact that you're sitting with 7 people who, if looking, might catch that you're not wearing your underwear. that stan has your underwear. 

"okay. guess we just hit a road bump." stan says, picking his nails. bev snorts at that, and ben's grinning. you huff a laugh, too. it's funny when stan's rude to richie.

"bet y/n's just happy she got to spend time with you. she was probably drooling over you the whole time, huh?" he says as if you're not there.

"richie, what's your problem?" you spit. he looks at you, "so defensive." he laughs. bev rolls her eyes, "you're the one who's always teasing her, richie. ease up."

"what, are you two girlfriends now?" richie says, still on his cocky attitude. you glare.

"no, we're not. but we did fuck." bev says casually, staring at richie with a serious look. richie rolls his eyes, "okay, don't joke about fucking my sister. off-limits."

"what?!" you yelp, standing up quickly, adjusting your skirt with a red face. thank god it's not too short. stan smirks as he sees you adjust your skirt, but all richie's friends are staring at him and you. "you have to be kidding, richie. you are such a fucking hypocrite."

he rolls his eyes, "cecily and you aren't even that close anymore!" he defends. "yes, because of you!" you yell. “it’s too late, anyways. i think we’re even.” you add with a grin.

“just get over it. and stop trying to say you fucked my friend, it sounds desperate. as if any of them would settle for you." richie snarls, smirking as if he's proud of what he'd said. 

it makes you smirk, shaking your head. if only he knew.

"richie, i don't think she's joking." ben speaks up. everyone's eyes turn to ben, and your heart pounds as you bite your lip. you look at each of the others quickly - ben's gnawing on his lip and looking at richie uncertainly, mike is staring at the ground in thought, eddie's staring at his lap with an amused smirk, bev is smirking between the two boys with her eyebrows raised, and bill is looking at ben with a small look of realization.

your eyes land on stan, who's staring back at you intently, a suggestive look on his face as he tugs a small part of your underwear from his front pocket as he thumbs it with his finger. you send him an intent look back, trying to beg him not to do it.

when you look at richie, he's shocked, mouth agape. "what?" richie says quietly. 

"you fucked my best friend. it was only fair." you say with a shrug, smiling at him. he looks like he might punch you.

you stifle a laugh, trying to keep a straight face but failing. richie looks furious as he walks up to you, the two of you standing in the middle of the make-shift circle the losers formed in the living room. he’s breathing heavy, face red. you don't think he’s ever looked so furious in his whole life. 

"which one?" he says through a clenched jaw, looking quickly over each of their faces, all of them smirking back slightly. you can’t help your own smirk or the shrug. 

"all of them."

part VII coming soon

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[retrogalwrites]

ex boyfriend!Touya x reader

Title: “ Fool me once, then again and again “ / view on ao3

Pairing: Touya x f! reader

Summary: You are dating Natsuo Todoroki, and you finally get to meet his family, everything was going well. Until you realize you have already met his older brother Touya before.

Warnings: dubcon, slight yandere, manipulation, gaslighting, blackmail, cheating, cuckolding, corruption, mindbreak of sorts, toxic ex boyfriend relationship

Other contents: creampie, rough sex, tit slapping, sub/dom, masochism

words: 6,826

For the longest time, you had believed that those stories of people finding true love were nothing but total bullshit.

After all, in a sea of hookups, uncommitted relationships and one night stands, it was almost laughable to think that anyone out there was going to somehow be the one and only. You went through college with nothing but bad relationships and heartbreak under your belt, things you would've rather left forgotten. By the time you had graduated, you managed to land a job, and were happy living on your own, there were no expectations from you towards love, not at all.

Until you met Natsuo Todoroki.

It was an unexpected meeting, much like out of those same cheesy romantic movies that you had always mocked. You two bumped into each other at a coffee shop, a guy that you had never seen before who spilled his coffee all over you, awkwardly apologized a hundred times, invited you to watch a movie, and the rest was history. You always teased him over it too, how his clumsiness somehow helped him to get a girlfriend. Watching him go all red in the face never failed to make you laugh.

Natsuo was the most wonderful boyfriend you could've asked for, easily topping any other relationship you had in the past. Despite being the son of a hero, and not just any hero but the number one hero of the country, Natsuo was humble and friendly, just living like an average guy and working hard as a nurse at the nearby hospital. Someone that you wouldn't even think had a family with the sort of money and influence the Todorokis were known for.

He also was always so sweet and gentle, funny too, a lovable big guy that treated you with so much care. Even during sex, he only ever made the most tender love to you, like you were a precious thing, a treasure that could break if he was too rough.

And you loved it, truly, you loved him, knew he felt very much the same too. Because he gathered the courage to introduce you to his family officially.

You two arrived at the Todoroki state on a cold Friday evening, just in time for dinner. There you were going to meet everyone and stay for the weekend.

His father, the number one hero Endeavor, was much like what he looked like on television. Big, rough and intimidating, but treated you with good manners. Then his mother, Rei, a soft-spoken woman that welcomed you kindly, she was friendly much like her son. Things seemed tense between them underneath the surface, expectedly so, since you knew from Natsuo that they were going through a divorce. It made their attempts at cohabitation just to make you feel comfortable at least appreciated.

His big sister, Fuyumi, was much like him too, sweet and gentle, a nice girl that made you feel right away at home, so excited to finally meet you. Then last but not least was his little brother, Shouto, a quiet but nice boy who tried his best to do small talk when he had to. You could tell that he at least was welcoming of you, which was good enough.

It was awkward at first, you were nervous to be dealing with them at first but you had managed entire thing just fine so far, much to your relief, as well as Natsuo's.

However, the last relative in the household had yet to arrive, the eldest sibling, and Natsuo's older, Touya. Apparently it was nothing out of the ordinary for him to be so unfashionably late, and dinner would not be put on hold just because he couldn't bother to show up on time, as Endeavor had put it. Even Natsuo seemed to reluctantly agree with his father on that regard.

Natsuo had told you before, about his brother's unruly behavior and a bit on an intense attitude, calling him a hellraiser. He had been only a bit worried that if you met him, you'd be slightly put off. Naturally you assured him it would be fine.

But it was only when you saw the guy that you understood just what a grave mistake you had made.

Only then that you realized that all the cheesy romance, all that stuff from the movies, really came with a price.

Right there, waltzing into the dinning room without a single care in the world, long strides and hands inside his pockets. The raven dyed hair, the piercings, the tattoos, even the smell of smoke and cinders filling your nostrils, it was all familiar, too familiar.

It was your ex boyfriend, Dabi.

Blue eyes fixated on your face almost instantly, stared and burned a hole right through your soul. A knowing look on his features, lips curling into a crooked grin, sardonic and throughly amused, a glint of joy in a face you had hoped to never see again.

"Well, well, well! So this is the girlfriend? Now I see why our little Natsu is so smitten."

Touya drawled, slowly like savoring every syllable, a type of teasing that tasted deliciously on his tongue. Just the sound of his voice,so low and raspy from the cigarettes you knew he always smoked, was making your heart race with anxiety and anger.

Touya took his seat at the dinning table. He deliberately took the chair in front of you just to watch you, of course he would, you had almost expected him to. Eyes still fixated on you, he plopped his elbows on the table and leaned on the surface, and you were so grateful for the table keeping him from getting any closer.

"Where did you even find this hottie, bro? I may just go there and get one of my own."

Heat rose to your cheeks, burning and painting your skin red with something like indignation, but to the others probably seemed just like shy demure. Yet in contrast to your body's temperature, on the inside it was like the blood in your veins had turned into ice, a violent shiver running down your spine that felt like high voltage, you gripped your thighs with both hands just to keep yourself from shaking.

"Touya don't be rude..." Fuyumi grimaced, sighing. This behavior clearly was nothing new to them, it seemed, but it was nothing new to you either.

"This is [Name], be nice." Rei joined the attempt to get the male to behave, probably for your sake.

In reality, you wished they wouldn't be trying to intervene, but you couldn't blame them either for not knowing something you desperately didn't want any of them to know.

Specially not Natsuo.

But you couldn't just get up and run, Touya knew you were trapped.

"Oh? Well, ain't that a pretty name? You probably already know who I am though, right?"

It was so cruelly calculated, every word spoken, a man already set out to make sure you squirmed in your seat.

"I'm Natsuo's big brother, I bet he talks about me all the time! This lil guy sure loves me."

"Oh please, I only told her how annoying you can be." Natsuo scoffed, rolling his eyes with the unconcerned, even if embarrassed, nature of someone who had no idea what was happening beneath the surface.

"But really, I'm proud of our little bro for scoring this high, y'know what I mean, Natsu?"

You looked down, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

"K-Knock it off, Touya." Natsuo grabbed your hand from underneath the table, and you almost jumped from the sudden contact, almost expecting to be burned. But it was cold, your beloved Natsuo's cool touch, and when you turned to look at him, he smiled at you with a gentle, apologetical smile. Probably thinking his brother's banter had caused you to feel uncomfortable. And while it was the right thought, he really had no idea.

Still, his touch grounded you back from the anxious dread that had been growing in your mind so quickly, and you felt like smiling back at him.

You loved Natsuo, you really did.

Suddenly a hand was extended towards you, and it took all of your will power not to flinch. Your attention cruelly ripped away from your boyfriend to stare at Touya's hand, waiting for a handshake.

The dread had returned, you didn't even realize you were staring.

"Sorry, sorry, let's keep the brother talk for later, m'kay?" He smirked at Natsuo, then turned at you to add, hand still out waiting for you to take it, he knew you had to take it.

"It's nice to meet you, [Name]."

You felt everyone's eyes on you, watching you, and resignation was your only answer. Cautiously, you were reaching out to him, held his hand in a hesitant hold.

The moment his rough skin brushed against yours, you felt it, again. A wave of heat spreading through your body like wildfire, just like you remembered from years past, that warm sensation tingling at your nerves, filling your lungs, the pit of your stomach.

It was nothing like Natsuo's cold touch, it was hot, burning, scorching.

"Um, yes. N-Nice to meet you too." You let go of him immediately, stumbling over your words and trying not to glare.

"Yep, really nice to meet my new sister in law."

"That's enough, Touya." The stern, booming voice of Endeavor silenced everyone at the table, specially the eldest son. "We are having dinner right now, have the decency to behave."

Endeavor could be quite scary, but you were much grateful for the intervention. Unlike Touya, of course, who immediately had tensed up, gritted his teeth with brows furrowed into a sour expression for a second, before that carefree look was back on his face, it was so quickly that you wondered if you had imagined it.

"Wait, are they getting married already?" Shouto quipped all of the sudden with genuine confusion, endearingly so.

Almost everyone seemed to be amused by the comment, even Touya, and some teasing looks were thrown at Natsuo, who had turned beet red from the embarrassment.

You found yourself a little embarrassed too, in a much lighter hearted way and that was a welcome change, it almost made you forget that feeling of someone's piercing blue eyes staring at you.

 ——————

 Natsuo would touch your hand or your knee all through the night, smiling at you and gazing at your face with those loving eyes that could melt your heart. And yet, Touya made sure that your attention wasn't taken off him for long. Trying to rope you in conversation that held cruel double meaning, kept only pushing your buttons with sadistic glee.

You had to take a break, urgently, so you excused yourself with the pretenses of going to the bathroom.

You got up from your seat and rushed out the dinning room and into the hallways, not even really noticing that Natsuo had asked if you needed someone to show you were the bathroom was located.

You needed a moment alone to gather your thoughts, get your shit together. So you walked further into the huge Todoroki residence, looking for the nearest bathroom, though finding it was really not all that important in the end. As long as you were away from Touya for a bit, you would be fine.

Touya. A name foreign on your tongue, unlike Dabi. It upset you, and that on itself upset you even more, not only to know what an idiot you had been so many years ago, but that you still cared. But, could you be blamed? Could you be judged? When this jerk had to show up now, of all times, and——

"Hey baby, bathroom is the other way."

You stopped on your tracks, freezing on the spot. Your mouth felt dry and your hands balled into fists. That dreaded voice's hot breath feeling like it was tickling the shell of your ear, but you reacted only when you felt the brush of his warm hand placing itself on your shoulder.

Practically jumping away, you removed yourself from his touch, turning around to face that same amused grin you wished to smack off his face. That same grin that used to give your butterflies.

"Why did you follow me?" You spoke with a voice full of annoyance, bolder and direct, now that the rest of the family was out of earshot, you could at least give yourself the indulgence of expressing your feelings.

"Leave me alone, just...leave me alone, would you?"

Touya laughed. Of course he laughed. You didn't know what else you had expected. He had always done the same thing, laugh at your distress and mock you for it.

"Woah, now! Calm down, this is my house, are you trying to kick me out my own house?"

He jokingly raised his hands, didn't bother to hide his amusement, a broad smile that stretched from ear to ear. You only sighed with exasperation.

"You know that's not what I mean. God, you're still such an asshole."

You shook your head, but he simply shrugged dispassionately, dismissively. You hadn't even taken notice of your clenched fists, knuckles had begun to turn white, anger bubbling inside you just like it used to back in the day.

"Dunno what you got against me, I mean you're the one that came here willingly, remember? No one told you to go date my brother." You could've sworn he almost sounded resentful, but he had no right to be.

"I didn't know. I mean, how could I have? You clearly never told me your actual name Dabi, oh I'm sorry, I mean Touya." He never really told you anything substancial about himself in hindsight, and you felt like an even bigger fool, for having overlooked that along every other glaring red flag he carried around. Your own conflicted feelings made you miss the way something in his blue eyes flickered, tongue running over his lower lip.

"Well, it wasn't a big deal. It's not like it mattered, did it? We had a lot of fun anyway." He chuckled lowly, openly leering at you and making you blush from anger.

"Fun? Seriously, you call that fun?!" You laughed in disbelief, a bitter sound. "After all the crap you put me through, you just ended up dumping me. No, fuck your fun."

His expression turned dark then, a shadow over his eyes that had narrowed just slightly. His amusement had become annoyance.

"The crap I put you through? I don't recall you ever complaining when you begged for my cock like a damn college whore."

"That's not—!!"

"What, not true? Oh but I remember it very well. You'd always be so needy for my cock, letting me fuck you just whenever I wanted, heh, wherever I wanted too. Like a dumb bitch in heat. Come on, we both were on it for the sex more than anything. Now you're acting all high and mighty? Shit ain't cute babe."

It was like a punch in the gut that sucked all the air out of you, it rendered you speechless for a moment, shame and anger inside of you making your body shake. Had it really been like that? No, you did all those things because you were a stupid girl in love back then.

It was exhausting suddenly having to explain yourself to yourself, you didn't have the mental strength for it. You brought your fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing wearily. It was foolish of you to shut your eyes for even second however, just trying to gather your jumbled thoughts like that, because Touya took it as an invitation to close the distance between the two.

A sudden, familiar feeling of warmth enveloped your body, his arms circling around your waist and pulling you against his broad chest. But it was not a gentle touch, he was squeezing you in his hold to make sure he had you caged. You gasped, every muscle in your body tensing up like a frightened prey in a wolf's grasp. Your body felt hot.

"You're so cold, sugartits. Are you seriously not happy to see me? Not one bit?"

He spoke so softly all of sudden, you knew he was trying to appease you. He rested his chin on the crown of your head as he held you, one of his hands taking purchase of your hair, pulling at it just enough that you felt a slight sting in your scalp. Your lips parted slightly, a moan almost attempting to escape.

"Let me go, and don't call me that." You tried wiggling out of his hold, to push him off you, but he only tightened his grip.

"Call you what? Sugartits? Aww, but you used to love it."

Purring like a cat, you felt the smell of cigarettes and cinders invading your nostrils, bringing back vivid memories of the many times he used you hold you down to smooth-talk his way out of trouble, hold you down and fuck you senseless until you forgot whatever it was that you were mad about.

The thought alone frightened you to the bone, the realization of the sort of memories Touya was pulling out of you so effortlessly. The heat enveloping your body felt like it was burning you, threatening to cremate you with his quirk. It was nothing like Natsuo's cold touch and you hated it.

You couldn't let him keep holding you like that, it was wrong, it was dangerous, and gathering all your strength, you placed your hands on his chest to get him off. It didn't work, he only laughed at your attempt.

"Come on, do you really hate me that much? I just want to talk, honest. Don't you want to talk this out?" Looking up at him, the expression you saw was serious, soft, something you had only seen back when you were with him a few times. Touya was dangling the hope for closure above your head like a dog's treat, and you took the bait.

"What is there to talk about? You dumped me after fucking me for months, just to chase more tail." You a soft murmur from your lips, resignation. You felt his chest heave with a satisfied huff.

"Well yeah, but I tried to call you, you changed your number."

"Because I knew you just wanted to hook up."

"Well, you got me there." He chuckled, completely unashamed and it didn't even begin to surprise you.

"I did really like you back then, you know? And you broke my fucking heart." It was useless to tell him that, and yet you did.

"I liked you too, but you know that I'm a bastard baby, it's just my nature."

You frowned, there was no comfort in his words or even a sense of guilt from him, just the factual reality of things. You had been an idiot for getting involved with him, but it wasn't like you hadn't known that from the start. It still upset you, but the more you thought about it, the more you felt it was necessary to just let it be if you ever hoped to survive the night.

"I don't care what you do, in fact I'd rather we both forget anything ever happened. Just...don't ruin this for me." The plea in your voice was genuine, a heartfelt request, lowered lashes as you looked down before biting your lip. "Don't tell Natsuo about this, please. That's all I ask."

Touya went stiff against you, a hum purring at the back of his throat almost as if he had found your words no short of fascinating. You looked upwards to meet his gaze, he seemed pensive, while your expression was surprised.

"You really love him, huh? Lucky him, to think that used to be me." He chuckled, rolling his shoulders with a sense of light-hearted acceptance, the amusement had returned to that lazy grin. "I wasn't planning on ruining anything for my lil' bro, give me some credit. I just couldn't help teasing you a bit."

Admittedly you hadn't thought of it that way, that maybe even if Touya had no loyalty towards you, for his family he held enough of it to avoid crossing a line like that. It almost made you feel ashamed of yourself, how conceited it probably looked that you had assumed Touya really would care about fucking with you over his sibling's happiness.

For the first time that night, you felt hopeful, a sigh of relief that left your lips carried away all the weight you had on your shoulders.

"Well, then...thank you." A truthful feeling of gratitude. You even forced yourself to subtly smile at Touya, and you though for a second that his eyes softened at the sight. But then he just waved his hand at you dismissively.

"By the way, I wasn't joking earlier. The bathroom is that door over there. If you still want to use it."

You had almost forgotten about that, and while you had no need to go, part of you still needed some time alone to take in all that had happened in just one night so far.

There was slight hesitation, a feeling in your gut that told you not to. And you ignored it, like you ignored all the red flags in the past.

Nodding at Touya, you turned around and headed for the bathroom, but he called out to you again immediately.

"Wait, let me help you open it, that one door always gets stuck." Not even waiting for an answer he fumbled with the knob for a bit before it opened, Touya stepped to the side to let you in.

And then, just as you were crossing the doorframe, muttering a soft 'thanks', you were pushed inside the room by two large hands.

You yelped, stumbling over your feet and tripping onto a soft surface. The moonlight filtered through a narrow window enough to letting you see that you were not in a bathroom at all, but instead in what seemed to be a bedroom, may a guest room? You had no idea. The soft surface under your knees was definitely a futon at least. Confused and panicking you turned around to try getting up and rush out that room, just in time to see Touya walking in, closing the door and locking it behind him.

You felt the room's temperature go up.

"T-Touya? Touya!" You spoke once in confusion, then in anger. He tricked you, and you fell for it like and idiot, all over again. "Fuck you, I knew you were trying to pull something like this."

"You are really funny, sugartits. Seriously." Slowly, in long strides, he approached you. Completely ignoring your protests. "Saying that you love Natsuo with that innocent look on your face, really? What a comedian."

"What are you—?!"

Getting on his knees in from if you, Touya grabbed you by the jaw, squeezing your cheeks and roughly forcing you to look at him in the eye. That bruising touch you knew so well, it made your chest start tightening and face to burn red.

Looking at Touya in that dim light made you shiver, he had an horrifyingly wide smile, baring his teeth. You could feel the steam coming out of his nostrils, and for a moment you were afraid he'd actually set the place on fire.

"Do you think you can just go saying shit like that when I know just what a slut you are for my cock?"

He laughed mockingly, and yet the condescending tone dropping off his words made you realize it was an statement full of endearment.

"No, I'm not!" You struggled to pull away from him, clawing at his hand around your jaw, but he was just much stronger than you, always had been. "That was a long time ago, I was stupid. That wasn't real, what I have with Natsuo is real."

"So you say." Rolling his eyes, he scoffed. Touya brought his lips to your forehead, giving you a chaste kiss, the softness of his lips and the cold metal of his lip piercings was something you wished to have forgotten, a whine almost left your lips. "But I know you missed me."

"I did not. Let me go!"

"You're so cruel, sugartits. 'Cause, I did miss you lots, y'know?"

It shouldn't have, it really shouldn't, but that statement made you pause, freeze on the spot and look at him confused and surprised. A meek 'what?' came from your lips. Touya took advantage of your momentary lack of resistance to roughly push you backwards with enough force that you were falling onto your back over the futon.

"I'll tell you the truth, even after I kept fucking bitches for a while after our 'break up', I realized that none of them really compared to you." He explained slowly, drawling each word with a raspy voice, your heart beating loudly in your ways almost drowned the sound.

"Turns out no other pussy felt like yours, so good and tight, god...best one I've ever had. Oh, and no one else was quite as much of a whore either to be honest, I mean shit, we used to get all down and dirty, remember?"

He pulled out his phone out of his pocket, and started to browse through it. You should've taken that chance to try escape, or at least kick his stupid face, but your body wasn't moving. The shock of what he was saying, petrified you, as did what you imagined he was doing.

"But you disappeared. So I've only had these to jerk off now and then, trying to imagine your nice pussy around my cock." He showed you the screen of his phone, and it was what you had been fearing the most.

Pictures of you, old pictures that Touya had taken years ago during sex. There were many, too many, you felt the world collapsing around you, as if you hadn't been already laying down, you would've collapsed with it for sure.

"Never thought I would see you again, imagine my surprise when Natsuo just came home with my favorite cumdumpster as girlfriend."

"I'm not yours!!"

You refuted passionately, he could insult you all he wanted, call you all sort of names, but you were not going to let him claim you as his belonging.

You were Natsuo's, no one else's, you told Touya, you told yourself.

You were trying to get back up, but Touya was already crawling above you and shoving the screen of his phone in your face, showing off those lewd pictures of yourself.

Pictures of you doing all sort of nasty sexual things with Touya.

"I wonder if my lil' bro would be thinking the same as you if he saw these though. I mean, you two love eachother right? I guess he probably won't mind..."

"Alright I get it, what do you want from me?"

That quick temper of yours made him huff a laugh, something like fondness in it. Well, you weren't so stupid as to not realize what was happening, what was Touya getting at. Swallowing the lump in your throat you tried to keep yourself from shaking, but having Touya above you like that was leaving you short of breath, heart hammering in your chest.

"Let me fuck you." He said so casually, putting the phone back into his pocket without even breaking eye contact. "Here and now, let me fuck you real good one last time."

You breathed through your nostrils, slowly, taking in the situation you were in. Taking in his outrageous words that gave you chills.

"You can't be serious..."

"I am very serious, sugartits. I just wanna bury myself inside your pussy, for old times' sake. C'mon, you don't even care about my cock anymore, right? It shouldn't change anything to give me one last pity-fuck."

It was surreal, ridiculous, atrocious, the entire thing. Yet, what other option did you have? Even if you screamed for help, it would mean Natsuo would find out about this, find you like this. You parted your lips to ask hesitantly.

"Only once...no more than that, right? And then you delete those pictures, promise me. Dammit, promise me Touya!!"

"Yeah, yeah, geez. I promise, just once, and these pictures will be gone forever." He spoke seriously, a longing look in his eyes behind the cockiness. "So, whaddaya say?"

"Alright."

Those were the words that would seal the deal, and Touya didn't really need any more than that to get started. You felt his lips coming down to attack you with urgency, planting an open mouthed kiss on your shoulder while he nuzzled his nose into the juncture of your neck, inhaling your scent in a big indulgent sniff.

"Fuck, you still using that shampoo with the vanilla? Mmm, it was my favorite." He purred loudly, a satisfied grin and hot breath against your skin.

You gasped, unable to keep yourself from reacting to the stimulation, your body remembering it all over again, squirming underneath his frame as he pinned you down. That sound you made had his cock twitching inside his pants, member already growing hard and throbbing with rushing blood. He made sure to let you know by rutting himself against your clothed pussy, his hardness big enough to poke at your entrance through the layers of clothing. You bit your lips, so hard you could've drawn blood, just too keep yourself from moaning at the friction, your pussy already becoming slick and dampening your panties.

Then he was pulling back, earning a confused sound out of you, which then turned to a cry when a large hand crept up to the top of your dress, pulling it down to free your breasts and let them bounce bare for him. You tried to cover yourself on instinct, but Touya caught both of your wrists and held them down.

"God, I had missed these two. Now I remember why I started calling you sugartits." He chuckled lowly, one hand letting go of your wrist just to grope one of your breasts.

Fingers roughly sinking into the soft flesh before he drew his hand back, and slapped your breast, hard. It made a dry sound only matched by the cry you tried to muffle with your free hand. It stung, it hurt, you could swear that it burned. Then he slapped the other breasts as well, flesh jiggling as the skin turned red and raw, nipples become hard and stiff.

"Fuck, Touya...!!" You hissed through gritted teeth, and he only laughed. "D-Don't do that so suddenly."

"What? You used to love that, don't tell me you and Natsu don't do shit like this?" Of course you didn't. It was so different that being with Natsuo, the heat, the roughness, it was nothing like when he gently made love to you. This was not what you wanted, not anymore, and yet...you felt that familiar arousal in your gut, the tingly sensation in your core as more slickness dripped from your folds.

Touya was soon leaning over one of your tender breasts, mouth latching to the nipple and teeth scrapping the pebbled skin around the puffy areolae, his tongue lapping around the nipple, you could feel his tongue-piercing against the skin. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked with fervor into his greedy mouth, drool and spit coating your chest.

"Hey wait!! Don't leave marks, don't leave m—oooh!!" He growled against your breast and you felt his teeth bitting at the flesh, your toes curled and you threw your head back with a pitiful whine. That definitely was going to leave a mark, he did it on purpose.

Just like he purposely lifted the hem of your dress and ripped your panties off you like a savage. You hated the memories it brought, of the countless pairs of panties you had lost this way when you were with him, Natsuo never did things like this.

Natsuo was not like this, he was gentle and sweet and—

The abrupt feeling of two fingers breaching through your outer pussy lips and into the heat of your core had your back arching, eyes wide open and tears pricking your eyes because the sudden intrusion. Dabi's long digits slid inside of your pulsating walls, the slippery flesh wrapping around them as you involuntarily clamped down. You moaned, barely muffling the sound using now both of your hands to cover your mouth in a desperate attempt to stop making noises.

"Fuck, baby you are still tight as shit." He spoke with his mouth still muffled against your breast, you could feel the shit-eating grin on his face. "I thought I'd have to prepare you a little more, but you are nice and wet, ready for my cock."

No, you weren't ready. You didn't want to be ready, you were doing this for you and Natsuo, and that was it. Shaking your head, Touya only snickered mockingly, as if he knew better, but he didn't. He absolutely didn't, whatever you two had was in the past, and you didn't want to be fucked by any other man than your boyfriend!!

"Just make it quick, please..."

"That depends on how good you squeeze me, baby."

Touya pulled back, hands unbuckling his belts and pulling down his pants. Your eyes almost bulging out of your head at the sight of his hard cock as it sprung free, bobbing against his abdomen with a pearly dollop of precum dribbling from the supple head, his shaft was as long and thick as you remembered, a pulsating vein on the underside that went from the head to the bushy white hair at his base.

You hated yourself for moaning at the sight, for being so weak. Touya somehow didn't make fun on you for that, he was too busy grabbing your ankles and pulling you down towards him, his own eyes fixated on the sight of your soaked pussy. The look of his eyes was ravenous and absolutely enthralled, his breath had quickened as he stared at the pretty slick flesh, bringing his cock to your puffy pussy lips, sandwiching his it in between them and sliding himself up and down, coating himself in your wetness.

It was driving you crazy with need, a maddening need that was awakening after years. And something you hated yourself for, feeling that fire in your loins in a way you never felt with Natsuo. You hated yourself for wanting to be fucked the way Touya used to fuck you.

"Oh, baby. I'm not even inside and you're already squirming." He grinned down at you, watching you through half-lidded eyes burning with lust.

"Shut up! Please just...just...ohh."

You didn't know what were you were begging for, but it didn't matter when you felt the tip of his cock positioned at your entrance, before the feeling of him entering you slowly, he wanted your every muscle to feel every part of him. A violent wave of pleasure rocked your body, Touya's cock stretched your walls like no one else could, even after years it was like your pussy had never forgotten the feeling and shape of him, welcoming him into your heat and betraying your need to cling to your convictions.

"Holy shit, oh fuck...this is what I was talking about. Best pussy I've ever had." You heard him pant and moan above you, his mouth gasping for air with eyes shut, like he was savoring the best feeling in the entire world. Your fleshy walls were sucking him in like crazy, he shuddered grabbing you by the hips with his large hands. "Hnng, so tight, fuck...it's like you're trying to rip my dick off. You sure Natsuo's been fucking you enough? Can't believe you're still so tight."

"S-Shut up!! Don't...bring him up now...please."

You couldn't stop wishing that Touya would just start moving already, fuck you already, in your heart you apologized to Natsuo over and over, you were doing it for your sakes, you were doing it for him.

"You are right, let's forget about him. Right now, this pussy belongs to me."

Touya pulled out his length until only the head was nudging at your heat, before he slammed his entire cock back in until he was balls deep inside, filling you up entirely. The head of his cock could almost hit the entrance of your cervix, god he was so big, it was different than Natsuo, he reached deeper than anyone you had ever had, you felt absolutely stuffed.

Gasping for air, you clung to his shoulders, trying to remember how to breath. But Touya didn't give you any chance to adjust before he began thrusting himself in and out your pussy, scrapping your walls with his cock following a brutal, bruising pace that had you pinned down against the futon as Touya jackhammered himself into you.

"T-Touya, fuck, fuck." It hurt, it really fucking hurt, and yet your body was craving that pain and heat you had been deprived from for so long, and you hated yourself so much for it, tears started to run down your cheeks.

Touya watched you with furrowed brows, licking his lips at the erotic sight of your bruised tits bouncing like crazy, but it wasn't until he noticed your tears that he felt himself swelling up inside you, cock harder than ever before. He leaned over you, face inches away from yours with his tongue out. He lapped at your salty tears, groaning in pleasure.

"Dabi, call me Dabi...for old times sake...oh fuck" He whispered against your skin, his hand leaving your hip to delve down towards your clit. He started playing with that little bundle of nerves, flickering it until you were just about to lose your mind, dizziness making you feel near to fainting.

"Dabi...!!"

You orgasm ripped through you violently, abruptly, toes curling and mind going black before you knew it, before you could even hope to do anything about it. Your walls were clamping around Touya and coating his cock in your release.

"Fuuuuuuck..." He groaned, you were so impossibly tight around him he almost came in that very moment.

You went limp, exhausted, but he kep fucking you until he reached his own release soon after. His cock throbbed, and you feel the warmth of his cum inside you as he filled you up in a sloppy creampie, and god he came a lot, jets of semen coated your insides until your womb was filled to the brim. You felt his cock softening inside, before he pulled out.

"That was great, babe. I knew you were the best." He sighed lightly and content, smiling shamelessly at the mess he made of your pussy, cum flooding out of your hole. "You didn't even tell me to pull out."

You tried to get up, but your body ached already, so you remained on your back with him still on top.

"The pictures...delete them."

"Nah, I don't think so."

The fact those words only shocked you halfway was perhaps sadder than him playing you for a fool again.

"You promised..." You said softly, weakly smacking Touya in the chest, barely phased anymore.

"I'm a bastard, sugartits. Can't lose my number one slut that easily, not when I finally found you again."

What an absolute douchebag.

—————

Natsuo knocked on the bathroom door, worriedly calling your name.

"Hey, [Name]? Are you okay? You've been gone for a bit."

After a moment, you replied, opening the door and exiting the bathroom. Seeing Natsuo's relieved smile made you so happy, and you smiled back.

"Don't tell your parents but I got lost, so it took me a bit to find the bathroom." You said with an embarrassed expression, voice to match, distress that was in a way still real.

"Oh no, I knew I should've accompanied you." Natsuo sighed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry love, but didn't you see my brother? I told him to tell you where to go if he saw you."

You quickly shook your head. Hoping that the toilet paper you held between your legs would keep Touya's cum from spilling out.

—————

That night, when everyone had fallen asleep. You sneaked out of your room, careful not to wake up Natsuo. You planted a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips, gazed at him lovingly. You were doing it for you and Natsuo. You keep telling yourself.

Hearing a soft knocking sound, Touya smiled to himself. He walked to open the door of his bedroom to find you there, fingers lifting the hem of your dress to show your naked pussy underneath. Folds already glistening with the fluids of your arousal.

You heart was doing it for Natsuo.

But your body would always do it for Touya.

[cursestothemoon]

I Won’t Say I’m In Love

ii.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Read part one here

Warnings: forced intimacy, suggestive themes, strong language, fighting (verbal), Fred being a jerk, Adrian being a bigger jerk

Word Count: 3388

Summary: After Fred’s comment in Herbology, Y/n is avoiding him. Not wanting to be a bother. Lily and George try to get Fred and Y/n to make amends while Adrian does everything in his power to make sure the message to Fred is loud and clear ‘Back Off’. Eventually pent up anger, jealousy, and frustration leads to an explosive fight between Y/n and Fred. 

SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

Icarus fell.

He had flown too close to the sun and let the warm heat scorch his skin and melt his wings.

Icarus fell and Y/n understood that the sun that melted her wings was no sun at all but instead a boy. The boy she often took the selfish luxury of assuming saw her the same way she saw him, a being of the gods. The image of the boy she created in her mind, shattered to pieces from the stones he threw, bringing her back to reality.

Her lover didn’t love her. Not even a little bit, not even at all.

Y/n kept her cool in the class, offered a cool laugh and turned away as the lesson started. She tried to listen, though her mind often wandered back to what Fred had said.

...Godric knows they’d be less bothersome

By the end of class, Y/n was beyond self conscious of how desperate and clingy she probably seemed. The thought alone made her stomach turn, and she vowed to leave him alone, to never be so bothersome again and to get over Fred Weasley.

She didn’t need him.

She didn’t love him.

She didn’t.

Fred was in a rather perturbed state during class. Y/n gave no sign that she was dwelling on what he said, no sign of sadness of discomfort.

Absolutely nothing.

The air was odd, he could feel it. No matter how unbothered she looked, sounded, even acted, the way her fingers picked at her cuticles and her brows furrowed to make the gentlest crease had guilt eating away at his insides. Fred had half a mind to ignore the lesson, completely disregard whatever Ms. Sprout was saying and trying to explain to Y/n that he meant none of it.

Every word, every syllable, that had spewed out of his mouth tore at his tongue as if he was chewing glass. Even worse was the tearing of his heart as he watched the light flicker from your eyes for just a moment before it returned, dull and forced. But his pride gave a gentle rumble as it had been awoken by the thought of him apologizing and inevitably confessing, laying everything bare and vulnerable in front of Y/n, and he decided that he’d just wait for it to all boil over.

It had to.

***

The next day came and Fred was eager to see the girl in the morning, expecting the usual routine of back and forth banter as he and George and Y/n and Lily walked to the breakfast hall, only for him to send a fake glare in the direction of the Slytherin table as she parted from him.

Only Y/n never showed.

With twenty minutes left for breakfast and a nagging George, Fred gave up waiting and walked into the mess hall. His eyes glancing over toward the Slytherin table and he nearly choked on air as he gaped in the direction of the house of Salazar Slytherin.

There she was, tucked under the heavy arm of Adrian Pucey. He felt his anger nearly boil over as he watched the way Adrian ran a hand through Y/n’s hair before turning her face, quite forcefully Fred noted, towards his own. It was an exercise of self restraint, forcing himself to stay put and stay calm when Adrian gripped her jaw to keep her in place so he could kiss her.

Y/n grimaced at the feeling of Adrian’s lips on hers, his hand holding her jaw painfully tight making the pair of eyes burning holes into the side of her face go unnoticed. But Fred had been seen, of course he had been, but he was seen by Adrian Pucey who decided to give him a show.

Adrian knows, he knows the way Fred watches Y/n when she isn't looking and he knows that Y/n would dote on the ginger in a heartbeat if her pride had not been in the way so often, and he used this to his advantage.

“What are you doing?” Y/n growled trying to pull away from Adrian.

Adrian grinned, his grip on her jaw unwavering, “Whatever I want.”

“Next time...don’t.” She grunted, shoving his hand away from her face.

If only Fred had seen the rest of the exchange, if only he had seen the way she forced Adrian off of her or the way she got up to sit further away from the pompous boy. But Fred saw none of it, his back facing the two at the other end of the hall and the dangerous concoction of rage and jealousy pumping through his veins. His face was in a deep scowl as he sat in thought, all feelings of guilt and the want to apologize withering away.

“You alright, Freddie?” George asked, noticing the unusual broodiness.

“Peachy.” He grumbled, not making eye contact with his twin.

George didn’t ask anymore questions, the deathly tone his brother was sporting enough for him to understand that this was a private matter.

The day passed and soon a day turned to days then to a week and a half. Y/n had done her best to avoid Fred and his group of friends, the fear of coming off as bothersome gnawing at the back of her mind. As she tried to purge Fred from her life, every hidden blush or muffled giggle that he once pulled out of her served as a powerful blow to her heart.

She was going toe to toe with the loss of a love she never had, and she was losing.

The only person who seemed to notice the inner battle was Lily, the clear signs of defeat had etched themselves onto Y/n’s heart only bared for her best friend to see. But Lily waited, it was a delicate thing to try and heal a heart wounded by the bullet that is unrequited love.

It was a Friday night when Lily decided to talk to Y/n, but she had to find the girl first. The weather was crisp, cool, and unwelcoming as she snuck out of the castle and trudged her way to the tree.

The tree, a crooked and scarred tree that the two girls used to climb during first year, had become a point of clarity for them when in need. When Lily got to the tree, lovingly named Jigsaw, she knew where to look. Her head tilted upward, a sad smile gracing her lips as she saw a leg dangling from a branch.

“Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.” Lily recited with a loud voice.

Y/n smiled to herself, the familiar words falling from a familiar mouth.

She spoke aloud without looking down at her friend, “ There is the heat of love, the pulsing rush of longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

Lily laughed, making the girl in the tree finally turn to meet her eyes, and the moment would have been perfect if it weren’t for the glistening tears that sat across the apple’s of Y/n’s cheeks, glistening in the moonlight.

“I knew you liked the book.” Y/n smiled softly at the memory of her nose scrunching in scrutiny as you handed her your battered copy of The Iliad.

Lily disregarded the comment.

“He said something to you again? Is that why you’re crying in the tree?”

Y/n shook her head feeling fresh tears push toward her waterline. That was just it. Fred hadn’t said a single word to her, no apology or attempt to ask why she had pulled herself away from his life. He seemed completely content without her, it was what she wanted but she didn’t know it would be this difficult to accept it.

“No. He hasn’t.” She shrugged, eyes avoiding Lily’s strong stare.

The girl on the ground understood, “That’s the problem then. You want him to say something.”

“It would be nice for him to notice my absence.” Y/n said bitterly.

Lily shook her head, walking closer to the trunk of the tree, “You two are probably the most oblivious people that have ever walked the earth.”

Y/n didn’t respond so Lily continued.

“Too prideful, too stubborn. When will you just admit that you are in love with him and it’s killing you trying to stay away?” Lily raised her voice as the sentence progressed.

“I don’t- I’m not in love.” Y/n grumbled, looking down at her friend.

Lily scoffed, “Oh please, I’ve seen the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. Don’t let his fragile boy ego ruin this. To be quite honest, you haven’t exactly been warm and fuzzy with him, if I were some hormonal teenage boy with fragile masculinity I would’ve said what he said too, to protect myself.”

“And he’s been so clear with his feelings for me?”

A laugh slipped through Lily’s parted lips at the question, her facial expression one of disbelief.

“No boy spends as much as he does trying to bother some girl they don’t like, and no boy would get so defensive over a girl he has no interest in. Fred is in love with you, even Adrian can see it!”

Fred’s name made the situation all too real, all too personal, and Y/n decided she no longer wanted to be sitting. She jumped down from the branch and brushed off her skirt as she spoke.

“He’s just a boy who thinks I’ll open my legs for him if he tries hard enough.” The words she said hurt herself, but it’s true, it had to be.

Lily seemed near to pulling her hair out, “Stop lying to yourself! Stop denying it!”

“No man is worth the aggravation, it’s ancient history now. Been there, done that.”

Y/n started to walk back to the castle, Lily quick on her heels, “Who do you think you’re kidding? Honestly?”

The girl just shook her head, trying not to pay attention to the thumping of her heart at the thought of Fred being in love with her.

“Look at you know! You’re thinking about him aren’t you? You get that look in your eye, like he’s the earth and heaven to you.”

At this Y/n stopped and turned to her friend, “I don’t get any looks in my eyes.”

“I can see right through you, you can’t conceal it. Just say you’re in love.”

The girls snuck back into the castle, their conversation now turned to hushed whispers as they made their way to the dungeons.

“You’re way off base. I won’t say it.”

“Face it like a grown-up.”

“No chance.”

“Don’t be so proud, it’s ok to be in love.”

“No way.”

Y/n and Lily stopped in their tracks at the sound of quiet voices coming from the adjacent corridor. They looked at each other before peaking their heads around the stone wall, being sure to not be seen by whoever it was.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

Fred and George were down the corridor, laughing about something as they tried to get into Filch’s office. Neither of them noticed the two girls, and sported beaming smiles when the door unlocked with a click.

“At least out loud,” Y/n said with a somber tone as she took a selfish moment to take in just how devastatingly beautiful Fred Weasley looked in the dimly lit corridor. “I won’t say I’m in love.”

The sad smile she gave Lily was returned before they turned around and went the long way to the dungeons, avoiding a run in with Fred and George Weasley.

***

Fred’s Saturday had been going fairly well. The prank he and George pulled on Filch the night prior went off without a hitch, he had no homework for the weekend, and he even got to breakfast early this morning which got him the first spoonful of eggs, and the prime pick of toast. So, yeah his day was going fairly well to say the least, but it could’ve been better had he been the one nuzzling his face into Y/n’s neck instead of Adrian. Though he imagines she wouldn’t look as disgruntled if it were him.

With this new public closeness that Adrian and Y/n were displaying, regardless of if it looked like she was enjoying it or not, Fred assumed that they had made it official. Adrian Pucey and Y/n L/n, the power couple of Slytherin, Fred couldn’t compete with that and he assumed that Adrian was the one keeping her away from him, and he resented both of them for it. He resented Y/n for dropping him from her life so easily, and he resented Adrian for getting the girl.

“Is there a reason why your face looks like a wrinkly old handbag?” George asked, eyeing the lines in Fred’s forehead as he sat deep in thought.

“Just thinking. Doesn’t matter, we have any plans for the day?”

George groaned, quite literally sick and tired of his brother’s grumpiness and the jealous glares at Adrian and Y/n.

“When are you gonna man up, apologize, and tell her you love her?”

Fred needed a minute to process what had just been said to him, but when he did he looked at George with annoyance, “It’s in the past. Obviously I didn’t mean as much to her as she meant to me.”

“This is a start, you didn’t deny that you are in love with her.” George shrugged.

That earned him a warning looking from Fred, but he knew the threat was empty and just shook his head at his brother’s tough guy act.

“To be completely fair here, you weren’t exactly the nicest to her. What did you say again? Something like ‘I’d rather shag a goblin’ then wasn’t it something along the line of her being… annoying?”

Fred grumbled out, “Bothersome.”

“Right right, bothersome. Now call me crazy but I wouldn’t exactly swoon at that.”

He was right, of course he was, “I panicked.”

The younger twin nodded, “I could tell. Shame too, just before you completely obliterated her self confidence she even looked like she was starting to blush.”

“Alright, not one of my best moments but she didn’t have to run into that git’s arms.”

“You really think she ran? Or was she pulled?”

Y/n’s day wasn’t going as well as Fred’s had been. She was late to breakfast and only had a measly butt end of the toast, not only that Adrian had seemed to take his blatant disregard for personal space to the next level as he placed sloppy kisses on her neck. She no longer had the strength to fight him off, she had gotten into bed late last night and even then didn’t sleep most of the night making her too tired to care.

And she didn’t have it in herself to care when Adrian followed her to the shore of the Black Lake, but she drew the line when he pushed her up against a nearby tree. He dipped down to continue the assault on her neck, wet and sloppy kisses placed across the skin of Y/n’s neck made her grimace.

“Get off of me.” She growled, trying to push him off of her.

Adrian was persistent, “Come on, you never said no before. Before Fred.”

“I’m saying no now. Get. Off.”

The harsh shove to his chest made him tumble back a few feet before he smirked back up at Y/n, eyes dark and dangerous as he gave a dry chuckle.

“It seems you’re missing something, babe. You’re mine.”

He stalked toward her grabbing hold of both her wrists and pushing them up above her head, holding them there in a painfully strong grip as he forced his lips onto hers. He had planned it out perfectly too, after catching a glimpse of the mops of red hair making their way over to where he and Y/n are.

Y/n struggled against him, whimpering in genuine pain and trying to free her hands but to Fred and George it looked nothing like what was actually happening.

Adrian finally pulled away, eyes glancing up to see a seething Fred, before dipping down to give a harsh bite to Y/n’s neck, not breaking the eye contact.

“See you later, Y/n.” He smirked, walking away with his hands in his pockets.

He went the extra mile to make sure he bumped shoulders with Fred as he left, making George call out a few words that would get them into loads if Molly ever heard.

But Fred didn’t care about pompous assholes at the moment, he was too busy seeing red. The jealousy and anger mixed in his heart, a cocktail of destruction that he couldn’t help but let poor out of his lips as he stalked his way over to the tree that Y/n was still leaning against. Breathless from the kiss he presumed.

“If it isn’t the slag of Slytherin.” He called.

The insult brought George back from his bout of rage directed toward Adrian, and he knew Fred was beyond mad.

“Fred…” He tried to stop him, the look he gave him was one that always pulled his twin back but it didn't work this time.

Fred grumbled, “Go George, I’ll catch up.”

George sighed but hoped for the best, maybe they would talk it out finally, so he gave his brother a look telling him to tread carefully then left.

Y/n was not in the mood to stroke Fred’s ego. She felt dirty, used and the sudden, random bursts of unsolicited PDA made her think that Adrian wasn’t just doing it for his own benefit.

Had Fred always just been right around the corner?

“What do you want, Weasley?”

Fred scoffed, “Adrian’s finally loosened his grip on the leash then?”

The comment made her insides boil, of course he had seen it all, and of course he had assumed the worst.

“Fuck off.” Her tone was strong, not giving away the tears that pushed at her waterline. She still hadn’t turned to face him.

Fred got closer to her, manners locked away and replaced by his anger.

“Why? Because Adrian doesn't like you talking to other people? His fragile little ego couldn’t handle it could it?” Each word dripped with sarcasm.

It was Y/n’s turn to scoff, “Please, I don’t want to do this right now.”

It was a desperate plea in disguise, but Fred wasn’t having it. He was out for blood. She hurt him, and the deepest, most barbaric and boorish part of him wanted to hurt her back.

“So you’re just gonna run off to do Adrian?” He laughed with everything but humor.

Y/n felt her anger boil over, the nerve this boy had absolutely astonishing her. All her feelings mix and overwhelm her, making the unshed wall of tears grow thicker.

“Can’t even look me in the eyes.” He chastised with a tone meant to belittle her.

That was when she had enough.

Y/n pushed herself away from the tree and whipped around to meet Fred’s eyes, the anger that swam in her eyes, swirling with the tears on the precipice of falling. Fred had never seen her with so much emotion and it was unnerving.  

“You know nothing Fred! Absolutely nothing! Stop trying to understand what’s going on, you’ll hurt yourself.” Venomous, pained, and waterlogged the words came out, an accusatory finger coming out to point in his direction violently.

He paused for a moment watching as she started to walk away, and for a moment he questioned himself.

Did he know what was happening?

But the thought was fleeting, and as she passed by him he tried to hit back one last time.

“I know you’re a whore, Y/n.”

The response he got was unexpected and chilling. Y/n started to laugh, and spoke with a tone so calm and leveled if Fred hadn’t been here fighting with her he would’ve thought she was bored.

“If I was such a whore... I would’ve shagged you.”

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