#i was very intentional with the gif choices so feel free to cry with me about it

[bi-and-bewildered]

911 + the kitchen table

“Perhaps the World Ends Here” —Joy Harjo

[i9eto]

❛ you must be haunting me ᯓ

TAGS ◝ nsfw, fingering, pussy slapping, mentions of choking, spanking, degrading, name calling (bitch, whore, etc), slightly dub-con, non-consensual filming, office sex, public sex, exhibitionist, slight spitting, profanities

PAIRING ◝ geto suguru x f!reader, tiniest bit of gojo satoru x f!reader

SUMMARY ◝ you and suguru are not an item, but that’s not gonna stop him from punishing you for being too friendly with a client that he knows all too well.

NOTE ◝ might make a part two with gojo x reader x geto but what do i know...

“i didn’t think you’d be such an easy girl.” his voice was as sharp as his gaze were as he stared you down. you held yourself back from flinching at his words, “i don’t know why you’d be so bothered.” you managed to answer, which displeased your CFO even more. “bothered?” he repeated your choice of word, his voice an octave higher. “of course i’m bothered. my secretary acting like a whore in front of our investors.” he scoffed, walking over to you, his steps sounded heavy. “do you like him?”

he let the atmosphere fall silent for a second, staring down at you from his height. when you opened your mouth to speak, that idea quickly died as he roughly grabbed you by the chin, pressing your cheeks together with his fingers. his grip forced your lips to part ever so slightly, and suguru leaned down to your level.

“you had fun flirting with gojo?” suguru asked, his voice low and his face was close enough for his breath to brush against your skin ever so slightly. “i- i wasn’t—” you barely managed to force the words out, before he cut you again, “you had fun making a fool out of the image this company had built so hard? you enjoyed slutting yourself out?” you couldn’t really answer him because his grip was very much still there. “n-no, i… that wasn’t my intention,” you squeaked out.

however, he wasn’t convinced. suguru’s eyes narrowed even more, his lips pursed as he spat right over your parted lips. you grimaced ever so slightly, your eyebrows kneading together. before you could bring your hand to your lips to wipe his spit off of you, he quickly stopped you. “lick them clean,” he ordered, shoving your face to the side roughly when he let go of you, making you cry out softly.

you did as you were told, but you weren’t gonna go down without a fight. you glared at the man as he leaned his hip against his desk, watching you. “even if i was flirting with gojo-san,” you started off, taking a few steps towards him — your heels clicking against the office tiles. “why do you care? we hooked up once. it doesn’t make us an item.” you pointed out, pressing your index fingers against his chest as if to provoke him even further.

your provocation seemed to have work, his hand gripping your wrist to prevent you from poking his chest any further. he spun you around, bending you over his desk. “aren’t you just the sweetest girl ever?” it wasn’t really a question, just pure sarcasm. 

his free hand roamed down the part of your body where your thighs were exposed, then he trailed his hand further up, pulling your skirt upwards to expose your ass for him. “you probably wish this was satoru doing this to you, hm?” he continued throwing questions to you as his hand fondled your ass not so gently, while his other hand continued holding you down.

“you pervert! groping me in your own office? what if someone sees you doing this?” you asked, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. “do you think i give a fuck?” suguru’s voice was sharp, he lifted his hand from your ass momentarily, before going back down to deliver a smack to your ass. the sudden sensation made you gasp and squirm beneath him. “you like to talk a lot of shit. you love running your fucking mouth. i’m still your superior, bitch!” he hissed angrily, smacking your ass again.

“s-stop– ngh!” you groaned in pain, you feel his nails dug into your back, tearing the thin piece of clothing that was your panties. you looked back in shock, squirming in protest against his hold, wanting to hit him for ruining the piece of fabric. “stop?” he asked, squeezing your ass cheek hard, then slapping against your now exposed ass hard enough to leave his handprint. “would you tell satoru to stop too?” he asked, leaning down against your back until you could feel his breath fanning you in your ear.

his tongue began to lick around your earlobe, biting down on it hard enough to get a low moan out of you. your body instinctively reacting as you arched your back, your ass rubbing against his clothed cock, but he was barely aroused, just pissed off. “you like this, don’t you? you like being treated like a dog, don’t you? you like being at my beck and call, like a bitch in heat.” he cooed, his words so cruel but his voice so sweet, his fingers going down to trace the line of your cunt that was turning wet. “how many fingers can you take before you start turning noisy?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“n-no! none! sugu– i-i mean, geto-san, we’ll get in serious trouble if we get caught.” you pleaded, unable to hide the moan as he pressed his finger against your clit that was beginning to harden, “that wasn’t my question.” he said sternly, his finger was beginning to press and rub against your clit, making your thighs involuntarily shake in pleasure. you closed your eyes as you bit your lip to the sensation.

however, that pleasure was short lived when he brought his finger to a halt, slapping your cunt with his large hand instead, “you really do turn stupid when you get fucked.” he almost growled when he said those words, “i said how many fingers, you stupid whore?” he repeated his question, slapping you right in your pussy again, and you knew you’d have to answer him this time. “t-two.” you answered with a whimper.

“hm.” he huffed, his fingers going back to pinch your and press against your clit as if to reward you. then, without a warning, he inserted two of his fingers into your cunt, making a scissor-like motion to spread you open. the stimulation made you whine in pleasure, your body jolting forward — making his desk squeak from the friction of being pushed. your lip was swollen from how hard you were biting on it to keep quiet.

he continued to move his fingers in and out of you, playing with your folds, the tip of his fingers hitting the spongy spot that you could never reach on your own. your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your hands gripped the edge of suguru’s office desk as hard as you could. “that’s where you’re weak, huh?” he teased, pressing against that spot, you slowly begin to gring your hips against his fingers.

suguru released you from his hold, turning you around and tugging the tie you donned on, choking you. “ngh!” you choked out, your toes curling under the heels you were wearing as suguru purposely continued to hit that sweet spot inside of you multiple times with his fingers. “let’s see if you can still behave like a good little puppy with three fingers in, hm?” he didn’t wait for your answer — another one of his thick, calloused fingers was quickly shoved into your cunt.

you felt stuffed, and you spread your thighs a little more to provide a little more space inside your pussy; though it barely made much of a difference. “your mouth says no but your pussy keep tightening more and more at the thought of being caught,” he pointed out, staring at your flushed face. the wet sound of his fingers going in and out of your filled the office room.

“look at you.” he continued, taking a good look at your expression. your eyes were rolled back, you were biting your lip and drool was trailing down to your chin from the corner of your mouth. while his fingers busied themselves by thrusting in and out of you, his other hand went to squeeze your breast. His thumb rubbing against your clothed nipple. the bud was hardened enough for him to feel over your blouse. he leaned down to your clothed chest, biting, and sucking on your hardened bud.

that made your nipple more sensitive, and the feeling of it constantly grazing against your work clothes was making your body weak — and it was a slightly painful sensation as he continued to suck against your nipple through your clothes.

“oh! s’guru, t-there! oh, mmf!” you moaned. you were aware of how gross you sounded like — considering that you were doing this in his office, his workers were right outside, after all. “don’t call me that. i’m your boss.” he muttered, pushing a fourth finger in. you threw your head back as you moaned his name again, your thighs spasming.

“why don’t you be a sweetheart for me and let me hear you moan satoru’s name.” he told you, his voice going back to that gentle and sweet tone that everyone knew and loved to hear, his lips leaving your breast and finding its way to kiss you down your throat, sucking and biting against your soft skin but careful enough not to leave any mark.

“w-what?” you asked breathlessly, your mind a little too foggy to fully process what he was saying. you were far more focused on grinding your hips against his fingers, rubbing your clit against his palm for some extra friction.

“moan his name.” he repeated, his middle finger pressing against your g-spot, using the calloused pad of his finger to rub against it roughly. you whimpered as your back arched in overwhelming pleasure. “s-satoru!” you moaned out, “s’toru!” you moaned again as suguru continued to rub your sensitive spot.

your eyes were closed shut, and you were lost in the pleasure. your hips were grinding down frantically against his hand — desperate to cum.

unbeknownst to you, suguru had pulled out his phone, his screen was on facetime with satoru, letting the other man see the state that you were in. “satoru! hng, m’gonna cum! i’m gonna cum, sugu- ah, satoru!” you moaned, your thighs shaking intensely, even satoru could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy.

satoru stared at his phone screen, suguru’s secretary coming undone right in front of his eyes while your lush lips moaned his name. he had to give it to suguru, that kinky bastard. his hand quickly went down to palm his own cock, feeling his slacks starting to tighten in the middle of work. “fuck,” he muttered softly as he stared at your body through the phone. he wasn’t sure if he should regret or be glad that he had answered suguru’s call.

suguru continued moving his fingers in and out of you, his pace quickening. “keep moaning his name.” he said, looking at how your eyes were still closed — blissfully unaware that you were on display from another man. “gonna cum, gonna cum!” you shrieked, your back arching as you let out a long moan, “sa… satoru…!”

he felt his fingers turning sticky, your cum rolling down everywhere on his palm. he pulled his hand away, and that was when you finally opened your eyes again, your stomach falling when you realised what was going on. suguru showed the screen to your face, seeing satoru’s slightly flushed and aroused expression, and you caught a glimpse of the way his arm was moving — was he jerking off?

“i was wondering why someone of your caliber was able to get a position as high as you did. i mean, you’re not that bright. i guess being your boss’ pet gets you to places, huh? maybe you can come work for me some time. i can pay you way more, baby.” satoru suggested shamelessly. your cheeks started heating up in embarrassment. but before you could answer, though, suguru had already hung up the call for the both of you.

[quotergirl19]

As fun as it would be to have Colin shock and stand up to Portia to ask for Penelope’s hand in marriage, I’d also like to see Portia stand up for Penelope against Colin because she’s heard about what he said at Featherington ball too and she wants better for her daughter than a man who’s so oblivious to her daughter’s feelings.

Colin: Thank you for seeing me Lady Featherington. I am here because I would like to marry Penelope. I have come to ask for her hand.

Portia: Well this is unexpected. Particularly because the gossip amongst servants following my ball last season was that you declared to anyone with ears that you would never want Penelope. I am sorry to disappoint you but she has a suitor. Lord Debling has intentions to propose. Penelope is to be a titled lady.

Colin: You would refuse me in favor of a man neither of you truly know.

Portia: He is a titled gentleman whose position demands respect and he has courted my daughter faithfully and doted on her.

Colin: And what about your daughter’s happiness? Do you not think Penelope should be able to decide for herself? She might be happier with me.

Portia: Penelope has done well for herself this season. In part, I believe, because she has finally stopped pining for you.

Colin: What can you mean?

Portia: What I mean is that I have observed Penelope as she watched you flirting and dancing with every pretty young lady you could get in front of, and then she watched you nearly marry her cousin. You never looked to her once but now you say you wish to marry her? You are a fickle-hearted man with a wandering eye and no regard for my daughter’s feelings. Marriage to you would guarantee her constant humiliation among the ton.

Colin: I was a boy then. I did not know any better. But I would never be unfaithful or seek the favor of other women if I were to marry Penelope. I would be faithful to her.

Portia: Her father once said the same thing to me yet once we wed, he spent all his time gambling and whoring and I was forced to endure in silence. You do not love my daughter. Why are you choosing Penelope, why now?

Colin: I care very much for Penelope. I wish to ensure her happiness and safety.

Portia: Lord Debling will do that Sir. You are free to continue practicing your flirtatiousness with every beautiful woman you meet, far away from my daughter. I shall not condone you distracting her any more.

Colin: You refuse me without even allowing Penelope the choice of who she would prefer for a husband?

Portia: No. I have seen the look in her eyes when you work your charm on her. I ask that you stay away. I know what is best for her… and it is not the boy who made her cry for months because she believed that he actually cared about her only to find out he was acting out of pity.

Colin: I made her cry? Penelope and I have discussed that night. I know she was angry and hurt but she said she forgave me. She never said…

Portia: Did you need it spelled out for you? Very well, you broke her heart. I will not give her to you so you can break her spirit too. The answer is no Mr. Bridgerton, please see yourself out.

[sh4rkyb]

Yan!Ethan x Reader

Decided to try and write something a bit darker. He’ll carve his name into your hip— other than that nothing too bad! Enjoy [ 1.3k wc]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

12:32 am.. October 12th.

It was your birthday finally, deciding to spend the first 3 hours watching horror movies— snuggled up on your couch watching a movie; eating a batch of fresh buttery popcorn. You’d been watching scary movies since 11 since you didn’t want to wait another hour to 12— binging Jason and shows alike.

You were finally immersed, jumping at every jumpscare unless you expected it— hyperaware of everything. Then you got a text. You opened your phone, noting the unknown number.

Hi Y/N. I heard it was your birthday. Happy birthday (:

You thought it off as one of your classmates that didn’t have your number. Got it off Chad, about to write back when you could’ve sworn you heard your door unlock in that moment. It wasn’t from the movie, you were sure of it. You’ve been unlocking and locking that door for years now. You got up and went straight to the kitchen, grabbing one of the knives with phone in hand— making sure there was nobody behind you. Your phone pinged again.

I don’t think a kitchen knife is the best choice birthday girl. But this will be real fun since you wanna play.

You were scared. This wasn’t a classmate, there was someone watching you— but you weren’t standing near any windows. And you didn’t see anybody in your house, but you were sure they were inside. Then you remembered, your newly installed cameras. You went back to your living room, mainly cause there was only one way to enter it— opening your phone to turn off the cameras. It wasn’t working.

The app is currently getting reworked and will be up October 13th 12:00am.

For fucks sake.You frustratedly groaned before peeking around a corner, you retreated to your room— going straight in and closing the door behind you. You went to call the police, suddenly feeling a hand go over your mouth and knock the phone out your hand. You were scared yes, fighting until you felt the cold metal against the nap of your neck.

A sigh came from your attacker, looking up to see the white mask— making your blood run cold. You didn’t put up much of a fight. I was so excited. Excited? You couldn’t focus, shaking out of fear before feeling him caress the side of your face. You wanted to scream, but it was too risky— even if someone noticed; he would probably be home free by the time they busted open your door. I’m gonna uncover your mouth Y/N. If you scream well. I think you know what will happen— won’t you? You swallowed in fear, nodding hesitantly before he uncovered it, his hands moving down to yours— holding both in one of his. He taped them tightly together and pushed you on your bed. You suddenly started crying, realizing you could very well be dead by tonight.

Oh don’t cry Y/N, I’m not gonna hurt you. Not at all. Not even for the world. Then what do you want? You of course. You were confused, realizing who the voice belonged to. This whole time, you were being nice and friendly with a murderer. Ethan..? He pulled his mask off, flashing you a smile— caressing your cheek. It’s me princess. You don’t know how much trouble I went through to make this happen you know? All just to see your pretty face. As scared as you were, you always liked Ethan and had feelings for him— not like this though. He leaned in, rubbing your exposed thighs in your shorts— without thinking leaning into his soft hands before snapping out of it; making him smile. You liked that didn’t you. Why would I like a freak like you? You think I don’t see when you clench your thighs together anytime I leaned in a little too close? Or hear when you touched yourself when I gave you my jacket. You gulped. How did he know? Was he really this obsessed over you? Stalking you whenever you walked home? All those guys you were suppose to go on a date with, who do you think protected you from their horrible intentions with you? I did. You always look at over guys. Except for me.

He would lean in, you trying to scoot away— only pulling you back towards him by your thigh. You yelped, falling onto your back— him leaning over and pinning you down under him. You looked up at him with scared but entranced eyes. It turned him on. He roughly kissed you, it taking a second to kiss back. You didn’t want to let your heart be the downfall of you right now, trying to think of all the guys he’s killed.. for you.

Maybe he was trying to protect you from whatever scheme these other guys had with you. You mind suddenly went hazy at him biting your lip, a soft moan coming from you as he pulled away. I want to be the only one for you Y/N. You don’t need them, you only need me. He said cutting up your shirt and shorts leaving you exposed as you gasped when he kissed up and down your exposed skin— pulling out soft whimpers from you.

He sat up, taking off his costume— slightly drooling at his abs; wanting to see what else could be under the black pants he was wearing. He held your thighs over his shoulders, kissing your clit and making you shudder. He hungrily licked up and down your pussy, your hands finding their way to his curls and tugging on them. You moaned out, probably loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

Holy shit Ethan. You— I only wanna hear you crying my name out for everyone on this block to know who I am baby. He said, before continuing on with devouring your pussy. It wasn’t long before you came, squishing Ethan between your thighs— them falling on either side of his head. You felt him move, his tip gently opening apart your pussy lips. Shit, I cant hold back anymore Eth— He pushed in, splitting you apart on his dick— a whimper coming from him. Oh god, you feel so much better than I imagined. He groaned, pulling out and watching your pussy clench around nothing before pushing back in and starting a pace. He pulled your face to his and kissed you in a messy heat, crying out in between the kiss how good he felt.

Such a fucking slut. Letting a sick fuck like me come and fuck your pretty pussy like this? Huh? You whined in response, earning you a slap on your face. Answer me. I’m a slut! A fucking whore just for you Ethan! He took out his phone, recording you from head to toe crying on his dick— your sense of humility too far gone to care. You clenched around him tightly, earning a deep low groan from him. Gonna cum soon princess? Yes! Please let me cum please. He got his knife, etching his name into your hip— making you shake and cry from the pain.

His phone caught the image of you crying on his dick, your back arched and blood dripping down your hip and thigh onto him. He came deep inside, making you whimper as he pulled out and kissed your stomach— licking up your blood before cleaning you up and bandaging your hip up.

Did I do too much? No. I loved it. Also are you on the pill? I wasn’t really— Yes I am Ethan calm down. He sighed and smiled as you laughed at him, kissing before he started to get up from your bed. You should stay with me here, since it’s my birthday. He sighed,smiling at you with adoration

I cant deny it if it’s for your birthday.

[ickybby]

cherry’s infatuation with the abuse she confuses for adoration is pathetic and thrilling. it leaves her lost, seeking comfort and stability with a broken compass; leading her where she will not find anything other than trouble. still, she goes through the motions. dumb enough to hope for a different outcome despite seldom doing anything too different from her norm. cherry can’t help the delusion. she's has never felt particularly close to her god. but when she starts worshipping people? that’s when she stumbles across the divine in flesh and blood. her preferred form of worship still takes place on her knees, though now it's filled with practices that make a mockery of the holy trinity. her broken, choked sobs mix with the wet, gagging noises she's making without any thought or intention. the ribbon strangling her on and off a sinister... soft reminder that he REALLY IS her god now. controlling the very air allowed into her lungs. the flickering of her vision is akin to a spiritual experience. nose snotty from her crying and throat inadvertently milking his cock in her panic, he’s certainly trying and testing cher to the point where there is no other choice but to surrender and trust in his mercy to free her before she passes out. the pitiful noises cherry makes don't even register as hers anymore. a massive hand essentially HOLDS his cock through the taut skin of her throat. of course she can feel him get harder and harder deep in the snug warmth of her throat. cherry feels every inch, every vein filling up that precious bit of space, leaking precum down her throat. the gruff rumble of his voice, the tickling of his coarse body hair against pert nose is the warning that comes before he's fully rooted in her throat. the warmth of his flesh is flush against her upturned nose, corrupting the last bit of air she's got left. cherry swallows around him, the panic consuming her skyrockets in the moments it takes for alec to feel merciful enough to free her. he yanks her back so quickly cherry misses her opportunity to swallow the miniature waterfall of sticky, drooly precum as she attempts to drawing gasping, grateful breaths of air. a stinging burst of stars explodes across her round cheeks. the creamy, glistening skin flushing under the volatile assault of his resounding slaps. "sorry! m'sorry!" she rolls over for him without struggle; a pathetic puppy kicked one too many times. instead of vicious defensiveness, she's broken enough to jump to hopeless adoration. he fucks up her makeup and the little slut actually takes a second to press a sorrowful kiss against his length as he wastes her pricy lipstick. "i don't know. i'm sorry. what do you want? you can- can fuck my ass, if that's what you want. or... or you can cum inside me. just this one time, please. cause i can't... morning-after pills get expensive."

she knows how he likes it by now.  she knows he can be rough and while normally he'd take her out first, romance her into spreading her legs or lavish her with enough money and gifts to make up for the abuse she endures when he's horny, alec does not have the time for it today.  that or he does not care enough to stop when the girl is clearly struggling with the thick cock buried down her throat.  always a fucking brute once the facade of gentleman dissolves.  the velvet ribbon around her neck is tight and he makes things even harder for the blonde as he wraps his hand around her throat, so he can feel his cock bulging her neck.                ‘                 shit, feel how hard you're making me?  stay right fucking there.  fucking take it                 ’            he growls, pressing her flushed face to his stomach, letting his massive length just sit for just a few more seconds sheathed deep in her slick throat.  his hand around her neck pulls her back but his grip doesn’t soften as a gush of spit and precum spills from her freshly-fucked mouth, soaking both his thighs and her chest.  he doesn’t give her a second to catch her breath before his opposite hand smacks her face a few times, making her cheeks turn even redder from the abuse.                ‘                 try to stop me like that again and we’re gonna have a problem.  that’s why we have a safe word, stupid                 ’             not that he gave her a chance to say it with his cock down her throat.  his eyes trail down her body, all wet and glistening with her own saliva and his grip finally releases her only to rest his hard cock over her swollen lips, smearing the lipstick she had applied before he came over to ruin it.                ‘                 you couldn't even make me cum. how are you gonna make it up to me, kiddo?                 ’

[nofoundboy]

Hello, sorry for the inconvenience, I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to pass. Do you think I could ask for something from Bo, Poly Ghostface and Thomas reacting to the reader after he comes in crying because his mom yelled at him? Sorry if it's very, very, very specific, I just want some comfort. Feel free to ignore this if it bothers uwu.

Of course and don't worry 💖 I hope you like it and I apologize if it's too short

You entered the house with your eyes drowning in tears. You were holding your phone tighter than necessary and by the look in your eyes, your mind seemed to be going a mile a minute and probably to the wrong places.

"My mother…" you couldn't finish what you wanted to say, your chin quivering at your next round of tears.

Bo was watching you from the couch, beer in hand and TV on, however, as soon as he saw the way you were trying to control your sobs he quickly stood up.

Bo knew she had yelled at you again. He had too much experience with this, more than he would like to admit, so it was a familiar situation that he knew how to deal with.

It brought back unpleasant memories of his brothers, especially Lester when he was very young, clinging to his clothes after a bad day. He saw that kind of vulnerability in you, and though it was still hard enough for him to expose the best of himself to you, he knew he simply couldn't let you drift away.

So he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his chest, where you had no choice but to bury yourself and let out what you were feeling.

He stayed there, hugging you and, with his free hand, somewhat awkwardly stroking the back of your neck.

After a while you broke away from him, and still somewhat dulled in your feelings and his inusual gentle manner, you stared at him.

"What's the matter? Do ya' want some, honey?" and he pulled his beer towards you. You knew those moments made him a little uncomfortable, so he had to do something to redirect your attention to less emotional things.

You let out a chuckle as you shook your head. Bo smiled too, this time leaving the bottle on the nearest table.

He cupped your cheeks, and just before he kissed you, he whispered:

"You're okay, you're with me" and then you let yourself be carried away by his expert lips showing you everything he found difficult to express in words.

"Baby, baby, what's wrong?" the voice of Stu, soft but tinged with concern, made you look up. Your face was drenched in tears and that immediately put both boys on alert.

You were at Stu's house with everything ready for another one of their movie marathons, but neither of them hesitated to get up to come to your aid as you entered the room.

Stu put his arms around you immediately, Billy on the other hand, stood watching you intently, and as perceptive as he was, he knew what your tears were about.

"We're with you, okay? She can't tell you anything anymore" then Stu took Billy's hand and pulled him into the embrace. You both knew that the brunette didn't like to show his affection too much, but also, Stu and Billy knew that you were in a vulnerable moment, one that required both of them.

Billy draped one of his arms around Stu's back, who rested his head on top of yours. His other arm rested around your waist and you felt a pleasant shiver run through you as he hid his face in your neck.

You stayed like that for a long time. You felt their comforting warmth and all the love they wanted to transmit to you through that contact.

"You know what would also be good to distract you?" asked Stu, giving you little kisses on your forehead.

"A slasher marathon" answered Billy with a smile, you giggled and wiped your tears and then accompanied your boyfriends to the couch.

Thomas went into your shared room. Fortunately it hadn't been such a busy day, so it was still early and he hoped to see you awake. Spending time by your side was always the best remedy for his tiredness.

He just didn't expect to see you in the fetal position, holding the phone too tightly and crying intensely.

He was instantly concerned and his eyes scanned your body so he could check that you hadn't hurt yourself in some way. It didn't matter though.

After discovering that your crying was emotional and not physical, he continued with the same concern.

He approached you with extreme care and took the phone away from your hands. That alone made you react to his presence.

"Forgive me Tommy, it's just that my mom…" you didn't complete the sentence, you felt your tears threatening to fall again, but you didn't want to cry in the same way as before, so instead of collapsing on the bed, you collapsed on Thomas, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your face on his chest.

His huge, warm figure was comforting.

He was still very shy in his demonstrations of affection, but seeing you so sad, he didn't hesitate to run his hands gently down your back, whatever it took to help you know that you were not alone and that he was there to support you.

You stopped crying little by little after long minutes, still you didn't want to leave Thomas, as the rhythm of his heartbeat was quite soothing.

"Thomas…can I sleep on your chest?"

He nodded so quickly that you couldn't help but laugh at such a sweet and enthusiastic gesture.

He turned off the light, so you knew he had removed his mask.

He took off his shoes and shirt and then, with the care people take when handling porcelain, he carried you to his chest, to which you clung.

"Thank you, my love" you whispered, giving him a small kiss in the area where you knew his heart was.

You felt his heart quicken at your words and your tokens of affection and then, you let yourself be consumed by sleep, and the soothing warmth of his arms around you.

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

happy birthday for next week babe, I hope you have a great day!!

for your sleepover event could I maybe have a lil angsty blurb with The Corinthian? like maybe a lil forbidden romance thing, like Dream doesn’t want the two of you to be together or something👀🙈

lots of love and happy vibes to you darling!! <33

Even Nightmares Can Love

gif made by me

pairing: the corinthian x gn!reader

summary: when the lord of dreams threatens the life of a loved one, the corinthian knows there is only one thing he can do. 

warnings: angst, forbidden love, break-up, allusion to death

word count: 555

a/n: thank you for the birthday wishes and for taking part in the celebration! i’ve been meaning to write for the corinthian for a while so thank you for requesting something for him! i hope this blurb is okay 🤍

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I’m sorry.

Those were the last words he said to you as he pushed his umbrella into your hands, his fingers lingering against yours for a brief, final moment before he left you behind in the rain.

He said he was doing this to protect you, that he needed to keep you safe. You didn’t know what he meant or why he had to leave to keep you safe. His expression remained stoic even when you began to cry, begging him to stay — begging for answers.

It didn’t matter what you said, his choice was made despite the pain it caused him.

His creator had threatened your life. Nightmares cannot run rampant, they must still obey their master. The Corinthian was to return to the dreaming, he could no longer remain in your world.

Why? Why must you go? That was the one thing he could not give you the answer to for he did not want you to know who he had been before — what he had been.

A killer. A monster. A true nightmare.

It was what he was created for. He was made to be feared, to reflect the darkest parts of humanity. His very existence was only possible if he fulfilled this purpose.

When he escaped he knew one day he would be forced to return, he knew there was only so long he could remain in the waking world.

What he didn’t know was that he was going to meet you.

In all the years he had been walking the earth he had never met anyone quite like you. He had never had anything he so desperately wanted to protect before so when his master threatened you, he knew he had no choice but to leave.

Say your goodbyes, you will never see them again.

He wasn’t sure if he had ever truly felt saddened before but even if he had nothing could ever compare to what he was feeling when his master’s firm voice spoke those words.

Before you he had nothing. He was confused and angry, craving chaos because it was all he had known. Now he was perhaps more confused, surprised even in the way he cared so deeply about a mortal from the waking world.

His father had created him with flaws. Flaws the god of dreams was intent on repairing as if he had been broken from the moment he took his first breath.

He had felt broken, trapped in a never ending cycle of pain and destruction. It was simply who he was — how he was made.

Then you came along, the mortal who showed him he didn’t have to be the monster he was built to be.

He wasn’t ready to leave you but he knew that you would be the one to pay for his actions if he chose to run away again.

And so, you stood alone as the dark, grey sky pitter-pattered down around you. The umbrella he had given you did little to shield your face from the downpour that spilt from your own eyes.

Although he did not have the capability to shed his own tears, a phantom stream turned the skin of his cheek cold as his maker unmade him with the intention of building him anew. And, in his final moments, he chose to think of you.

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To be loved by the devil!

Pairings: the thief/the devil x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving),fluff, jealousy, mentions of God and biblical stuff, cursing.

Summary: the devil has searched a lifetime for his soulmate, with no luck. A chance encounter at a lavish party changes everything.

A/N: I’m a little late to the party with the commercial, but hey I got there in the end. This is purely self indulgent.

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You’d heard the stories, your grandmother spoke often about them. How the devil walks among us tricking people into giving him their soul for earthly treasures. That however was not his true intentions, no, he searched for something far more precious. His soulmate! You had laughed at your grandmother, “the devil does not have a soulmate, he’s the devil.”

“Laugh all you want girl, but every being on this earth has a soulmate. El Diablo has walked the earth searching for her for a lifetime.” You learned not to question her, to just let her tell her stories, for that was all they were, stories. El Diablo was not real.

Sarah had invited you to some lavish party at this huge historic home in the middle of nowhere. It was some art dealer or something that was hosting it and you were under strict instructions to wear something formal. If you were being honest you didn’t really want to go, but Sarah wasn’t the type of person you said no to.

As you finished off your make up, you look yourself over in the mirror. Not bad. You bought a new dress for tonight, a red backless dress with thin straps. It was form fitting with a slit up the side. It made you feel powerful, sexy. A car horn startled you and you grabbed your purse and made your way outside.

“Y/N, you look stunning. You need to come to these with me more often.”

“Thanks. Ready to go?”

“Oh you bet.”

The driver pulled out of the drive and away you went. You drove out of the city and away from civilisation. There were trees everywhere, it made you feel like you were in a different world entirely. The closer you got, the more your body tingled. You felt a weird sensation deep within you, like something or someone was calling your body, calling it home.

Arriving at the house, we’ll mansion really, you we’re in awe of its beauty. Whoever owned it was extremely wealthy. Upon entry you were both given masquerade masks. Yours was a beautiful black lace mask with small diamonds running through it. Sarah leaves you at the bar to talk to some work colleagues and while your sipping on your champagne, you feel a set of eyes on you. Turning around you look out into the crowd, but you don’t see anyone staring at you. Suddenly a figure looms over you, “what is a beautiful women like you doing all alone?”

“Oh I’m not, I’m with a friend.” He looks around dramatically, “I’d don’t see anyone.”

“She’s dancing.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Well there free, so I’m good.”

“Hey no need to be rude, I was being nice.”

“Look I’m sorry but I’m not interested. There are loads of beautiful women here, I’m sure one of them will let you get them a drink.” You can tell from his clenched fists that he’s annoyed. He turns to leave, muttering under his breath.

“Fucking bitch.”

You hated guys like him, ignorant assholes. Thinking if they get you a drink it’s a one way ticket into your knickers. Downing the glass you get another. This was going to be a long night.

“I’m so sorry, I’m back now. Wanna dance?”

“Ugh, do I have to?”

“Yes, now come on.” Sarah grabs your hand and pulls you behind her. You join some of her friends from work and you notice Jake is with them. You have had a huge crush on him since Sarah’s birthday party last year.

“Y/N, you came.”

“Yeah, we’ll I didn’t really have a choice. You know how Sarah is.”

“Yeah tough cookie.”

Suddenly the music shifts to a slow set and Jake pulls you into him.

“You don’t mind, do you? I promise I can dance.”

“No I don’t mind. Lead the way.” He was an amazing dancer and the feel of his arms around you sent butterflies to your stomach. Jake is telling you how beautiful you look but you can’t concentrate, you fee someone staring again. That feeling you got in the car comes back, growing more intense by the second until..

“Mind if I cut in?”

You turn towards the voice and all you can see are these beautiful brown eyes staring at you. It’s like there staring right into your soul.

“Uh..”

Jake doesn’t get to say a word, mystery man has you whisked away. The feel of his arm around your waist and the smell of his cologne has you dizzy.

“You are very beautiful, mi ángel.” You can feel the blush rise up onto your cheeks. You can’t help staring at his eyes, it’s like you’ve known him a lifetime and yet you just met.

“I have waited a lifetime for your mi amor.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can you not feel it deep within your soul? We are destined to be together, you are mine and I am yours.”

“I…I..”

He swings you around and lowers you back. His lips trail down your neck and it sends a spark straight to your core. When he pulls you back up, your no longer in the ballroom. Looking around it appears as if your in a bedroom. There is a huge four poster bed and the room is illuminated by the crackling fire. You can see him more clearly now, in his long house coat. He slowly removes the mask and it’s like something has taken your breath away. He’s so handsome, with those deep brown eyes you could get lost in, his curved nose that suits his face perfectly and that thick head of hair that has you wanting to run your fingers through it. He’s right in front of you and as he pulls you close, something about him feels like home.

“You do not know how long I have waited for you mi amor. No matter, I have you now, nothing will separate us again.”

“I don’t know..”

He places his hands on your cheeks and pulls you into a sweet kiss. Suddenly your head is spinning and images flash behind your eyes. Images of you and him, together, in love until god separated you both. As punishment, for Lucifer betraying him, you both were cast out, soulmates ripped apart. Your memories of him were wiped and he was bound to a lifetime searching for you. When he pulls away you have tears in your eyes, “Luc” you lean up and kiss him again, this time more passionately.

“You remember me?”

“Yes! I’m sorry I ever forgot.”

“It wasn’t your fault mi amor, I was to blame for all this, but no matter. We’re together again and I will not let you go this time.”

His hand caressed your shoulders and the straps of your dress fell. With one tug, it pooled around your feet. You stepped out of it and reached up to push his coat off his shoulders. He backed you up until the back of your legs hit the bed, he lay you back gently, kissing his way down your body. He nudges your thighs apart and begins kissing the inside of them, slowly inching towards your aching pussy. He pulls your hips closer and slants his mouth over your core. His tongue searches through your folds, before finding the little pearl of your clitoris. Your nerve endings tingle with pleasure as you writhe beneath him. His gorgeous face rises from between your legs, a devilish smirk on his face. You grasp the sheets desperately trying to anchor yourself as a wave of ecstasy washes over you. Luc entwines his hand in yours, holding you steady. He kisses his way over your hips, along your stomach, sweeps his tongue over the peak of your breasts, before settling his body against yours.

He kisses your lips passionately before slowly inching himself inside you.

“Fuck mi amor……I forgot how tight you were. I love you.”

The weight of him on top of you feels perfect. His movements are slow and languid and you need more.

“I need you to move faster Luc.” You lock your ankles behind his firm ass, pulling him closer and urging him to go hard. You can feel the tight knot in your stomach threatening to unravel.

“I’m close baby, want you to come with me.”

He reaches between you and presses his thumb over your clit, rubbing circles.

“Fuck yes!”

You cry out as fierce waves of pleasure crash over you, your whole body trembling with the force of your climax. He thrusts into you once more before he follows you over the edge, blowing his seed deep inside you. He pulls out of you and you feel empty without him. He disappears into the en-suite to grab a wash cloth, before coming back and gently cleaning you up. He throws it on the floor before climbing under the duvet with you. Pulling you close he kisses your forehead.

“Te amo, mi amor. I am never letting you go again mi ángel. He will not take you from me again.”

“I am with you now forever mi amor.”

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WHAT VENUS ISN’T understanding is what would it take to push rafael away so she wouldn’t have to worry about any of this anymore. it was clear that he didn’t understand the hurt that she was trying to express when they were in the restaurant which is one thing but the pushback and choice of blaming her was another. she didn’t originally mean to be hurtful when she called him a fling but his reaction to her saying that they were friends confused her to no end. “you don’t get anything, rafael. you don’t. i could explain what you did about twenty times and you would probably still say that i could’ve ended it. you’re the one that fucking started it in the first place by inviting me out places. i tried to hold it all together but now i’m pissed. and my ride gets here in five minutes.” just as venus plans to continue walking, he interrupts her by holding her hand. she doesn’t expect his approach to be so gentle. she’s not used to being talked to softly and touched with care during heated conversations. although she’s still hurt by the situation and how he reacted to it, the mixture of that and his ability to handle things causes her to tear up again. she quickly wipes her eyes before any of the newfound tears could escape. “i don’t see what we need to talk about anymore. you’re trying to act like you did nothing wrong just because those weren’t your intentions.” she sniffles. she contemplates letting go of his hand but she finally glances up at him instead. “you can tell your family that i enjoyed the food but i’m going back to my hotel now.”

rafael notices that venus has somewhat calmed down, so he knows that he needs to keep his own emotions at bay while she feels all of hers at once. out of the two of them someone has to remain leveled and calm. despite the sinking feeling in his chest and the boiling frustration he’s experiencing, his relaxed demeanor never falters. “i shouldn’t have kept the dates going. i got too excited because i met someone new that i could see myself getting close to and i was in over my head. moving very quickly and carelessly. i was a twit. i’m sorry. i was wrong.” he hopes that in admitting his faults, venus would see that he’s just trying to figure out ways in which they can work. he hasn’t been using his head as he usually would before pursing a relationship with a woman. “can we talk about this? i don’t want the last memory i have of you to be this— you with tear-stained cheeks and watery eyes.” he’s caressing her knuckles as he’s holding her hand, as a way to comfort her. he brings his free hand up to her face and gently wipes under her eyes just in case she misses a stray tear. “can i ride with you? just to make sure you’re safe and not crying anymore? then i’ll go home. i won’t bother you after that… i’ll do all that stuff you told me to and fuck off if you really want that…” he hopes she doesn’t.

[chokemeanakin]

A Reason to Stay

Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader (angst)

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So I’m not open about this kind of stuff, and I never wanted to bring it to my blog because it’s supposed to be my safe & happy space. But I was struggling really bad last night, and I just got to writing (it’s my coping mechanism), and this was the result. I wasn’t going to post it, but then I thought it might help some other people going through tough times as well. So please, read the warnings and if you’re not comfortable with it then don’t read it. I only have good intentions, but I understand that this could be triggering for some people.

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Sometimes, it all got to be too much. The thoughts would trickle in like a slow snowfall, and then the clouds would come and the wind would pick up and suddenly there was a whole tempest, the sun blotted from the sky and your mind swarmed in darkness. It was as if you were suffocating beneath heaps of snow, although you couldn’t feel the cold. You were numb, unfeeling, but deep in the core of your body, your soul screamed in agony.

Even just showering was difficult. On this particular day, you managed to get yourself in to clean up, but found tears dripping down your face halfway through, mingling with the warm spray. As soon as you realized you were crying, it was as if the monster inside of you broke free. It burst through the prisons that you had so desperately chained it up in, and began to devour you whole. Your throat closed up, chest squeezing, limbs aching, as the pain claimed every inch of you.

Why did you have to be like this? Why couldn’t you just be normal? You didn’t understand why you had to feel this way, why you had to hurt so much. It was all too overwhelming, and you struggled to see the point of trying anymore if this is all it got you.

You turned the shower knob, cutting the water off before you accidentally stayed in there for hours. Your eyes stared blankly ahead as you got dressed, wrangling the demon back down, building over it, locking it back up. But tonight was a bad night. You could feel it, the hopelessness of it all clawing at you in the back of your mind.

Thoughts popped into your head, and they provided some relief. And then they started to scare you. What were you thinking?

You had two choices, and it could really go either way. One, you could listen to that demon and follow along that dark path, and see just where it could take you. Maybe it would provide an escape from the crippling pain inside you, release you from your prison and give you that sweet relief you could only dream about.

Or, you could get help.

That option didn’t seem as pleasing to you, but you didn’t want to give in to the darkness. It pulled at you, but something stronger pulled you out of that bathroom and into Anakin’s room.

He was putting his uniform away in his dresser when you walked in, shaking and crying, and hugging yourself so hard you were sure to leave bruises on your sides. He turned as he sensed you, face immediately falling as he took in your state.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

You stood in his doorway, crumbling beneath the weight of his gaze. It had taken so much strength and courage for you to come to him— this was you admitting you needed help, admitting that you wanted to keep fighting the darkness. Now, you put your trust in Anakin that he would help you the rest of the way.

“I just... can you just...” you weren’t sure what you were asking. You just needed him to be there.

He understood.

Anakin rushed over and threw his arms around you, rocking you back and forth on the spot. He hugged you so tight to his body that you could hardly breathe, and just for a moment his warmth chased the demon away.

His arms were strong and he smelled of soap. He had just taken a shower too, and his sleep clothes were soft against your cheek. You closed your eyes and clung to him tightly, your crying becoming uncontrollable.

“What hurts, baby?” his tone was hushed, thick with concern. He could sense the waves of pain rolling off of you, but couldn’t find any wounds.

“Everything. It hurts so bad,” you sobbed. Your breath shuddered, and you buried your face further into his chest, voice muffled as you added, “I can’t do it anymore.”

Anakin’s heart wrenched as he held your trembling body. He wanted to move you to the bed, but he was afraid you would crumble to the ground. Whatever was hurting you, he could tell it was terrible, and he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away.

“Anakin,” you sobbed again. You couldn’t force any more words out, but the broken sound of his name tumbling from your lips screamed your message loud and clear. Help me.

“Shhh, I’m here. You’re okay. Nothing’s going to hurt you,” Anakin rubbed a hand up and down your shuddering back. His cheek rested against the top of your head, hushing you over and over as you broke apart in his arms. Talk to me, he wanted to say, but he was almost certain that would only make it worse. Tell me what you need.

By the way you melted into his body, your fingers digging into his flesh, he already knew the answer. You just needed him to hold you for now, to remind you what being warm felt like, what being alive felt like. And it was working. The thoughts that had been barraging you, telling you that you were worthless and that nobody would care if you were gone began to hush in time with his strokes. Even with the demon now wrangled into its cage, the aftershocks of its pain remained. You had thoroughly scared yourself, and the crying would not let up.

You’re not sure when Anakin managed to relocate you to the bed. One minute you were standing in the doorway, the next he had pulled you into his lap on the bed, keeping you buried into his chest with a hand to your head. His other hand massaged soothing patterns into your back, grounding you from the swirling tempest inside.

Coming to him was the right choice. You’re not sure where you would be right now if it weren’t for him, and you’re not sure you could survive another round of this if he wasn’t there to hold you through it in the future.

“Please don’t leave me,” you begged, the thought of being alone again frightening you. You didn’t mean just now— you meant ever.

“I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

“Do you mean it?” you pulled back, looking at him through tear-brimmed eyes. “You have to promise. I can’t do this alone.”

“I promise. I love you.”

Those words. They punched a hole through your heart, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Your throat released a strangled whimper as your fists tightened on his shirt, a fresh wave of tears gushing from your eyes. Anakin released a hand to hold your face, wiping them away as fast as they dripped down your cheeks.

“Please, Y/n, you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You knew your next words were going to hurt him. But you couldn’t hold the burden on your own shoulders anymore— he deserved to know why you were acting this way, and the only way he could help was if he knew the full extent of your torments.

“I just need a reason to stay.” Your voice came out weak, broken. You could feel his chest hitch, a cold fear trickling down his spine.

You couldn’t mean...

“I’ll be your reason,” his answer was immediate. His panic resurfaced, tears pricking at his eyes as the full realization of what you meant sunk in. How had you been keeping this a secret from him for so long? How had he not noticed?

He had let your pain slip right past him, right under his nose, this whole time. He had failed you, and now he had to make sure he never let you go again.

“You asked for a reason. Y/n, let me be your reason.”

His heart thundered against his chest. Each beat called out for you— Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go. How could he take your pain away? How could he make it all better? Would his promise be enough to save you?

You gasped through another round of sobs, forehead falling against his collarbone. The pain in his voice— you hated putting him through it. But it was helping, his words were helping, and you clung to each syllable like they formed a lifeline.

“I won’t ever leave you, but that means you can’t ever leave me. Deal?” He needed you to look at him, to know you were hearing his words, and that he meant them. He waited until you could breathe again, and then brought your face back up to meet his. His eyes burned bright with a fierceness you had only ever seen when he was on the battlefield. Behind that, they shone with the tears of an intense, desperate fear.

“Y/n, you have to stay.”

Anakin was begging you, just like you had been begging him. The weight in your heart was still there, but your resolve cracked. You nodded. You would stay another day, another night, another everything as long he asked you to. He was enough— he would be your reason.

And while this was not the end of the darkness, or any battle for that matter, it gave you hope— you did not have to fight alone anymore. When you could not find the strength inside of yourself to go another day, he was more than willing to give you some of his. One thing was made certain, the silent promise ringing loud and clear between your shaking breaths and the beat of his resolute heart— he was never letting you go.

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This was super personal for me to put on here, so please be nice about it. Also, I do not intend to convey the message that a boy’s love can save you. I just wanted to write about how it’s okay to get help, and sometimes that help is having another person be there for you. That being said, you shouldn’t rely on another person as your sole source of happiness forever, but if that’s what you need to make it another day, then do it.

If you’ve made it this far, then know that I love you and you’re not alone, no matter how alone you feel. My messages are always open, and I’ll be right here if you ever need a reason to stay. ❤️

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To the Stars Who Listen- Part 16

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1490

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: I’m on a roll so I’m not gonna question it and roll with the creativity and willpower that is flowing through me. Enjoy the read my lovelies!

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You never realized how polluted the world could be. Loud and filled with truths woven with lies. So many emotions. So many white lies and outright misconceptions. You wish you could just cover your ears and mute the sound but it was something you felt through your entire body. 

You pushed and shoved your way out of the crowded sidewalks ignoring the glares and curses directed at you.

All you desired at the moment was silence but the streets of New York have never heard of such a thing.

Leaving the tower had been an impulsive and stupid idea. You were regretting your decision but you had no intention of returning. You just needed to get away and pull yourself together preferably in a quiet and secluded place. 

You turn into the nearest alley and hope that the shadowed and foul smell would deter anyone from going any deeper. 

The sound of traffic and phone conversations whiter away but not enough. You can still detect the truths and lies being spouted.

I’ll be late tonight. Something came up at work. 

It’s really not you, it’s me. 

Of course, I love you. 

You were being tugged in both directions. Mind being split into two. You grip your head hoping the migraine would subside but it gets worse. It reminds you of the pain you felt on the helicarrier before all of this happened. You feared what might come next if you didn’t pull yourself together. 

Please. Please stop. Please everything just stop. 

You crumble to your knees and watch as the siphons light up ready to be used. The metal is overheating and you can feel the stones ready to crack.

Every part of your body begins to hum with power and you are very tempted to let it all out. 

“Don’t do it.” 

You stop shaking and look up to find the last person you ever expected. 

“Are you real?” 

Loki refrains from making a joke seeing how in bad form you were. He nods and tentatively takes a step closer to you and is relieved to see you stay. It’s not like you had much of a choice. You were struggling to remain in control. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” he tells you. “Setting your power free. Letting go.”

“It’s too much for me. I can’t do this. I really can’t,” you cry out. “Everyone keeps lying. They just can’t seem to stop. I see it everywhere I go and I can’t block it out.” 

“Yes, I know,” Loki agrees. “I feel it too.”

“How are you still standing?” 

“Years of experience,” Loki reminds you. “You’ll get there eventually but for now… allow me to help you.”

You hesitate and you have every right to. 

“Letting this power go… Releasing it from your being means the end for you. Is your potential death really worth it?”

Realization flickers in your eyes and Loki grasps it. 

“I’ve let go before and it cost me everything,” Loki tells you. “Death seems perfect now. Releases you from your past sins and leaves you as a beautiful martyr for your friends and family but it’s a lie. All of it is a lie. You will cause us the deepest pain and we will not be able to recover from it. Please do not do this to us… to me.” 

He extends his hand out and though you know he’s speaking the utmost truth, you hesitate to take it. Even in pain, you can’t seem to forget everything he’s done to you. 

“I don’t know if I can trust you.” 

“Yes, you do,” Loki answers. “Because you’ll tell that I’m speaking the truth when I say that I will never allow you to come to any harm.”

Truth. 

How refreshing it was to hear it from him. 

You take his hand then and everything seems to settle immediately. You allow him to pull you off the ground and he’s quick to check you for injuries. His hands cradling your face as he looks for non-existent cuts and bruises. His skin feels cool against your skin and you sink into it. 

“I can still see the power flickering in your eyes,” he tells you. “But you are nowhere near danger. Just keep taking deep breaths and focus on me.” 

You nod and Loki finally lets you go. It wasn’t until he steps back that you realize that the world seems to have fallen silent. 

“What-” 

Loki notes your confusion and is quick to offer an explanation. 

“I’m blocking us out of everything,” he tells you. “Until you can center yourself once more.” 

You understand what he means when you see a faint ripple not too far from you. It was as if you were encased in a bubble. 

“You have to teach me how to do…” 

You stop when you remember that things were far from normal between you two. Yes, Loki aided you at the moment but it didn’t excuse him from everything he did to you before. 

“If you wish for me to teach you again then I would be honored to do so.”

You smile faintly at that unsure of how to respond. 

“Loki, I-” 

Words fail you and you look away from him. In the silence, the emotions you had tried so hard to run away from were quick to return.

“I feel… I feel too much,” you whisper. 

“I know,” Loki answers. “So do I.”

You snort at that but know he’s speaking the truth.

“It doesn’t seem like it.” 

“I’m a good liar. I can hide my emotions better than most.” 

“Yeah… yeah, I know.” 

Loki grimaces at that and knew it was time for him to come clean.  

“I shouldn’t use this time to my advantage but I’m a snake and it’s just in my nature to be selfish.” 

He pauses, gaging your reaction. You remain silent because you can feel deeply he’s about to tell some deep and hidden truths.

“There is no excuse for what I’ve done. You trusted me when you had no reason to and I betrayed it out of childish fear of gaining a weakness. I bartered with your life and in the beginning, I couldn’t care less whether you would survive this or not, but as time passed… as I got to know you better I became all consumed by your being and it scared me. You are far stronger than I for your love and care carries you so much further than what my hate and fear ever has. And I…”

He hesitates. Unwilling to speak those words into existence. 

“You what?” you ask.

“I-” 

Loki’s afraid and you feel so drawn to him at the moment. The words he wants to speak next are luring you like a siren would a sailor. 

It seemed like the God of Lies was about to confess some deep truths. 

“I-” 

Loki’s upcoming confession remains unsaid as two black SUV’s park on both ends of the alley. At a moment's notice, Loki’s clothes ripple away into his Asgardian leathers and armor. Two daggers slide into the palm of his hands and he’s suddenly guarding you.

“Loki?” you ask confused. “What the hell is going on?” 

“Something your dear friends hid from you,” Loki explains briefly. “Apparently some very bad people would like to meet you.” 

“Oh, that’s not good,” you mutter recognizing the men who were stepping out of the vehicles. “I’m defenseless and in my pajamas.” 

“You know very well that you are far from defenseless.” 

“Pulling out confessions from these terrorists isn’t gonna help much and if I use these siphons I might want to self-destruct again,” you answer as they surround the bubble you're in. “How long can you hold that up?” 

“For as long as it takes, but that doesn’t matter.” 

“What is?” 

“They have the Book of Veritas,” Loki states. “And if you are so determined to be mortal again then this is our only chance of getting it back and reverting what has been done to you.”

You look up at him in surprise. 

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” 

Loki hesitates feeling deep down into his bones that this was a grave mistake, but he owed you. If mistakes had to be made then it's best he was alongside you to make them. 

“If it is what you so desire, then I will keep my promise of not allowing any harm to come to you. I will follow you until the very end of it.” 

Truth.

“Sounds very gruesome when you put it that way,” you mutter. You take a deep breath and hope for the best for what is to come. “Are you ready?” 

“As ready as I can be.” 

With those last words said, Loki drops the protective bubble. You’re both immediately surrounded. The fight is close and gruesome and though Loki and you fought perfectly together, the conclusion remained as expected. 

You’re both taken.

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Assassinating Death (Part 1)

Noob Saibot X female slave reader

I’m debating wether so make a 10-15 chapter long fanfiction about this. If anybody would like to see a fanficion with this concept, please tell me!

Noob Saibot, the ruler of destiny rules all of existence, turning the worthy into revenant warriors and enslaving the weak. S/o is one of the ‘weak’ that he enslaved. Determined to put a stop to the cruel tyrant, s/o devises a plan to kill him. After all, why would a god suspect a pitiful slave of treason? (GIF by me! Taken from the MK11 arcade ending)

The rattle of her own chains was all s/o could hear inside the hollow castle walls. The air tasted of ash and death, as it always had. The woman was hastily scrubbing the stone floor, the rough sound falling on deaf ears as s/o remained focused on the man behind her. A tall soulless husk that watched her intently, looking for some opportunity to punish her.

S/o wouldn’t allow it. Not again. She already had exactly thirty two scars on her back from her punishment. The slave attire forced all to wear open back leather tops as a way to easily punish slaves as well as provide warning to others. Her hair was clipped so that it did not go past her neck, leaving her scars for the world to see.

A stone collar was wrapped around her throat, a purple stone in the center of it marked her as an obsidian place slave. Cold metal chains connected her hands, allowing them only about a foot of distance apart.

The obsidian palace was a jagged spire that towered over the smoke clouds. Nobody really knew how far up it went. Well, nobody but noob saibot, keeper of time, ruler of existence and bringer of death. He was the cruel shadow whose fowl touch defiled the world, turning it grey and dead.

It was he who controlled the immortal servants, or “blank souls” as the slaves called them. Blank souls were husk, vessels that carried out the dark lords will. They were each hand chosen by the lord at seemingly random. Nobody was really sure WHY he chose who he chose, but he was always very sure about his choices.

One thing was sure however, once you were chosen, there was no argument or revolt. Your soul belonged to HIM. When somebody was chosen, they disappeared for MONTHES and when they returned, they weren’t the same. Milky eyes, pale skin, no emotional connection to their friends and family.

“You! Girl! Come with me.” A cold voice came from behind her.

Turning around, she was met with a blank soul. He wore red and yellow robes, silver armor plated his legs and arms. A black hood shrouded his upper face, his dead milky eyes seemed to glow in the shadows. An armored mask hid whatever expression he had to offer.

S/o bowed her head, as everyone had to do when a blank soul addressed them. She didn’t waste a second, abandoning her cleaning supplies and wordlessy following the blank soul out of the room, leaving behind the other blank soul who just stood there, waiting for the next slave shift to start.

The slave was led down the hall to the center staircase that traveled from the dungeons below, all the way up to the tip of the tower, the throne room.

S/o had never been past the thirty fourth floor in the hundred story tower. Only blank souls were permitted to travel to the top ten floors. A few slaves were permitted to cleanse the rooms in the top ten floors, but the ones who did never returned. Most assumed that the ruler of time forced them to live up there as well.

Cold obsidian tile made her bare feet ache as they climbed the stairs upwards. S/o didn’t dare gaze at the man beside her. His footsteps were silent, undetectable to the ear as he went.

After about twenty minutes of climbing, the blank soul halted. The symbols carved into a metal plate showed the number ninety nine. “Bow when your god addresses you. To disrespect noob saibot is to willingly submit yourself to the worst punishment imaginable.”

S/o nodded her head in the most boot licking of ways. The blank soul observed her for a second before starting to walk up the stairs again. There it was, floor one hundred.

The icy fear that repeatedly stabbed her with each rapid heartbeat was almost debilitating as she stepped into the open space.

It was a plain room, pillars only decorated with the symbol of the shadow empire, and a single long rug running from the stairs to the… throne.

Dark jagged crystals spurred upwards in such unnatural ways, at the end of the highest tip lay a skull with a single thick strip of gold plating at the top. Sitting on the throne was him.

The god of all. Killer of all. Noob Saibot, ruler of the shadow empire. S/o threw herself to her knees as the blank soul led her to the shadow shrouded emperor. “Slave.” His voice shook her to her very core. “Did it offer any resistance during retrieval, Hanzo?”

“None at all. She is ready to fulfill her duties.” The blank soul, ‘Hanzo’ responded. The king nodded, the light seemed to drain from the air around him. Without another word, hanzo exited the throne room, heading down a dark hallway behind the throne. S/o was now at the mercy of a tyrant god.

The atmosphere thickened, s/o felt her body shake in her submissive form. All four limbs touched the ground, her lips almost kissed the carpet below. She didn’t dare look up.

“Slave, you have been bestowed the greatest honor of personally serving me.” Something in his voice held a sort of… interest? S/o couldn’t detect any facial expressions due to his head being covered in a helmet, as well as a dark vail.

The slave couldn’t find words that she deemed usable in his presence. She was too terrified to even think. “Unless my generosity doesn’t interest you?”

The dark edge to his voice made s/o want to burst out in tears and beg for her life. “N-no! Thank you so much for even considering giving somebody such as myself any thought! I swear, I will not disappoint you, my lord!”

“I know.” He said simply. “Kuai Liang! Escort it to its new quarters and explain its new purpose to its empire.”

A figure was suddenly behind her, s/o was pulled to her feet by her elbow. She was met by a blue clad blank soul. ‘Kuai Liang’ didn’t say a word as he took hold of her chains and led her to the spiral staircase. S/o could feel the lords gaze boring into her back as she left.

Kuai Liang led her down the stairs, his rough voice echoed through the quiet environment. “You will be given your own quarters on the ninety first floor. You will wake up everyday at exactly five in the morning, you will clean floors ninety-one through ninety-five. At twelve, you will be permitted to eat.” He explained. “At one, you will resume your cleaning, the ninety sixth floor and the one hundredth floor, as well as every floor in between.”

The two of them stopped at the ninety first floor. It looked to be some sort of dining hall. Blank souls littered the area, some were eating, others simply sat around and… socialized? S/o was dumbfounded, the slaves had always assumed that blank souls were nothing but empty husks yet, here they were, laughing and joking.

She didn’t have time to gawk before she was dragged past the large dining hall to a simply lit hall. There were a multitude of doors lining it, a few were open to reveal blank souls casually in their rooms. S/o and Kuai Liang stopped at the end of the hall.

“This will be your new quarters. Inside you will find everything you will require, as well as your new uniform.” He stated, opening the door.

“A new… uniform?” She asked, confused.

“You are now a personal slave to the king and his warriors, you are expected not to look like a common rat.” He growled. “You are now held to higher standards, failure to complete your duties within the desired time range will result in your immediate termination and replacement.”

She swore she saw his face soften for only a moment when he saw the look of hopeless fear of her face. “As a personal slave you are also entitled to certain privileges. No warrior can take it upon themselves to punish you without express permission from the lord of darkness. No warrior may harass you in any way.” He continued, “after all your daily duties are done, you are free to roam the top ten floors, as long as you do not disturb any warriors.”

He gestured to her room, allowing her to slip past him to inspect it. “You are free to explore for the rest of today. Tomorrow you will be assigned a warrior to make sure that your expectations are met.” Without another word, Kuai Liang was gone.

S/o was left alone. She collapsed into the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling, debating whether to cry or smile. She had been within spitting distance of the man who she despised above all else. The man who had caused so much ruin and heartbreak. The man who she now had the opportunity to kill...

Part 2

[softyoongiionly]

Portraits of a Tiger || 03

Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth.

And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature.

Pairing: Merchant! Reader x Warrior! Yoongi

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Smut (later), Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: language, depictions of violence both verbal and physical however they are fairly mild, mentions of war and power dynamics, there will be smut in future parts so, (18+ only please).

A/N: They are back and realer than ever I AM ACTUALLY NOT OK RIGHT NOW PLEASE CRY WITH ME IN MY ASK BOX. OK LOVE YOUUUU!!!

@bulletproofbirdy​ my sweet and beautiful friend! I owe this all to you. Never doubt your brain because, its freaking genius. I love you.

“What did they say?” Yoongi asks, his lips resting on the back of his hand as he leans onto the wooden table.

Seokjin sighs, “They said that they have observed these groups using similar tactics. Rachel has noticed that they encircle the perimeter of the village first and slowly work their way in, Y/N agreed with her observation.”

“Usually raiders blitz their way into a territory, right? We’re obviously dealing with something else here...” Hoseok interjects, looking to his General for answers.

Yoongi’s features tense up, his hand moving to settle onto the table, “I don’t understand what invaders would want with this territory-” He seems to grow irritated, his eyes transfixed upon a map of their current region, “it’s several miles from any meaningful trade route, the port is at least 20 hours by horseback; it makes absolutely no sense.”

Before anyone else can intervene, Yoongi turns his attention to Namjoon, who sits at the other end of the table, his brows furrowed in concentration as he scribbles furiously in his journal.

“What do you think of this?” Yoongi murmurs.

Namjoon doesn’t look up, he just continues his current task as he responds, “I think it’s time I pay the Meddleways a visit...”

Immediately, tension spreads amongst the group.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I don’t think that’s necessary Namjoon, they-”

Namjoon looks up, pointing his gaze directly at Yoongi, “They are still a threat, hyung. Vengeance is a messy motive sure but, it’s extremely powerful. If they are influenced solely by their desire to harm you for what you did with their leader, they will stop at nothing until their objective is complete.”

The Meddleways were an extremist group that had a nasty habit of weaseling their way into vulnerable villages and, attempting to coax the inhabitants into joining what is essentially a cult. The Queens got wind of their practices and immediately tasked Yoongi’s fleet with understanding more of what they were capable of. Enter Namjoon, posing as a medicine man from the East port who sought after a spiritual awakening. Namjoon lived with the group for just under two weeks before he realized the true nature of the group. Their mission was simple: infiltrate the target village, strip the surrounding area of natural resources and, dismantle their leadership and, infiltrate their religious systems.

They were essentially, a very deadly gang of power-hungry miscreants whose true objective was to expand their influence and take over the Queens territory, which would inevitably lead to the fall of the royal family.

It’s no surprise that once Namjoon reported his findings, the Queens were understandably horrified and moved them all the way up Yoongi’s watchlist.

Due to the trust Namjoon had built with them, they didn’t think twice when he suggested that they accelerate their course to get to the village due to the oncoming storm. He led them right into the trap of the Tiger himself; well, the Tiger and his 22,000 men.  

Namjoon also made a carefully crafted choice to avoid revealing himself as a traitor, should any of the remaining members (those who weren’t slain or arrested) decide to regroup and continue their leader’s mission.  

“Do you really think their motive to settle the score is enough for them to endanger their own lives over? I told them that if they continued their work, they would meet the same fate as their brethren.” Yoongi’s voice is tired but he tries to remain alert for the sake of his fleet.

Namjoon nods, “I do. That is the way they operate. I don’t doubt that they reconvened after the fall of Xansa. They have likely moved on to someone else.”

Xansa.

At the sound of his name, Yoongi sighs uneasily and shakes his head as the scar along his eye ignites with the memory of its inception.

Xansa was the leader of the Meddleways: the brains, the heart and the soul.

Namjoon warned Yoongi of his cruelty after witnessing the way he treated his followers. His charisma was as deadly as his blade and his need for power dripped from his aura like coagulated blood.  

He was ruthless.

From what Namjoon could gather, he alone had hundreds of deaths upon his hands. His plan wasn’t just to expand his influence; he sought after total domination.

Yoongi fought him during their capture of the Meddleways and it’s one of the few times throughout Yoongi’s career that he genuinely thought he was going to die.  

He survived and killed Xansa in the middle of a thunderstorm, in front of all of his followers, just as the local stories have told.

Xansa left his mark on Yoongi however and ensured that he never forgot the time his life was almost ripped from him.  

“As of now, I don’t think we have enough evidence to prove this theory Namjoon but, I will consider your input and ask that you alert me of any other ideas you might have. For the time being, I don’t want anyone of you away from the fleet. If there truly is a new group of invaders on the horizon, they will look for any excuse to shed blood and prove their power. Understood?”

The six of them nod, lips tight with concentration as they listen intently to their General.

Yoongi values the opinions of his men very much and they know that they are free to speak as often as they see fit. At the end of the day however, Yoongi has the final say. He is their leader and his word is gold. They trust him enough to follow his orders without question, even if they don’t always understand his intentions.

Yoongi lets out another breath before nodding towards the exit of the tent, “Eat well tonight and turn in early. Training will get harder tomorrow as we will be teaching the recruits how to disarm their opponent. Jungkook-ah,” He turns to his younger brother, “I need you awake before dawn to assist me with the morning briefing.”

Jungkooks smiles, his head bobbing with an eager nod, “Yes hyung.”

Yoongi resists the fondness that blooms in his chest, patting a hand on back, “Very good. Namjoon- please continue exploring further theories and prepare for a possible journey to your connections when I deem it safe to do so. Hoseok, you can take the morning off but I will need you out here by midday to continue your classes. Jin hyung, I need you to enter the village and gather more information on their recent raids. The village leaders are located near the market plaza. Jimin and Taehyung, you will be with me most of the day as I will need to use you in my demonstrations.”

“Should I tell Y/N to halt her deliveries then? Since we will all be preoccupied?” Jin inquires hesitantly.

The bread supply is already depleted, and he is unhappy at the thought of going without it, particularly after a hard day’s work.

“I doubt Hyung would refuse a visit from her. Even on such a busy day...” Jimin smirks, wrapping an arm around Taehyung who chuckles warmly.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “It makes no difference to me whether or not she does her delivery.”

Jin throws an incredulous look his way, “Yoongi. You aren’t seriously going to pretend she hasn’t caught your attention are you?”

Namjoon is scribbling in his journal again but he doesn’t miss a beat as he murmurs his input, “Hyung is worried that getting involved with a civilian will be complicated so, he is concealing his emotions for her because it’s easier that way. However, he will probably leave during our meal tonight to go see her because, he is captivated. According to the shift in his body language, he also has strong sexual urges for her as well but, fears that getting involved with her in such a way would be irresponsible as he still has time left in the Queens Army.”

He doesn’t even look up from his journal as he psychoanalyzes his hyung. His tone is cool and almost detached but his lips twitch with a smile as soon as Jimin and Taehyung begin laughing.

Yoongi is unable to help the shock that colors his features, his cheeks reddening with the heat of embarrassment as he watches the rest of his fleet begin to laugh at his expense.

“Did I miss anything?” Namjoon looks up finally, smirking across the table.

They expect Yoongi to rush out of the tent in a fit of denial but, instead he slumps back in his chair, his own smirk decorating his features as he stares at Namjoon across the table, “Just one thing...”

Namjoon’s brows raise, “Oh? Enlighten me please...”

Yoongi chuckles, moving his finger in a come hither motion to prompt the rest of his fleet to lean in eagerly.

They aren’t used to their leader sharing his emotions so, they are besides themselves at the thought of hearing more.

“That I would feel an immense amount of displeasure when being psychoanalyzed by my own solider which would then result in the punishment of the entire fleet in the form of hmm-” Yoongi places a finger on his chin in thought, “running drills for 2 hours after training tomorrow? Does that sound about right to you Namjoon?”

The group groans, Jin’s eyes widening in horror, “Namjoon-ah! Look what you’ve done!”

Namjoon however doesn’t flinch though, he just chuckles as him and Yoongi exchange conversation through shared eye contact.

“Hyung, please...” Jimin whines, reaching for Yoongi’s hand, “Don't make us do that, I hate running- it's not even in my job description.”

Yoongi just quirks a brow, a smirk still on his lips, “If you’d like me to stay out of your plans for the day, I suggest you stay out of mine. Is that something you think you all could manage?”

“Oh yes, absolutely hyung- no problem.”

“Who’s y/n? Never heard of her...”

“Hyung you are always right; that’s why we trust you, you know? You are the world’s greatest general.”

“We won't say anything, we promise.”

Yoongi chuckles, his eyes glinting with a bit of fondness, “Namjoon?”

Namjoon nods, lifting his hands to concede despite the grin still on his mouth, “Your words are divine my General.”

A phrase very often said in the fleet’s initial training with Yoongi.

It was a psychological tactic he used to build trust between him and his trainees but now, so many years later, it’s looked upon with humor.

“Good.” He stands, a look of complete satisfaction on his face, “Eat your meal and then it’s straight to bed. I better not see any empty cots when I return...”

There is quite a bit of movement in the tent as Yoongi makes his way to the exit, with the rest of his fleet (sans Namjoon) quickly abiding by his orders.  

As Yoongi pushes aside the cloth door of the tent, the light from the full moon hanging over their camp causes him to turn around.

“Yah-” He nods to Namjoon, his finger pointing through the opening of the tent, “it’s a full moon.”

Namjoon perks up, shoving his journal aside hastily and practically tripping over his own feet as he stumbles eagerly towards Yoongi.

Before Namjoon brushes past him, he looks at Yoongi with a sheepish smile and bows his head,

“Thank you hyung...”

Yoongi smirks fondly, tipping his head in return, “Send her my best.”

Namjoon’s smile broadens, nodding eagerly before rushing out towards the moon.

As cold as Namjoon may seem, he too has a lover on his mind.

Danielle.

Childhood sweetheart who became his wife as soon they were 18.

Through various aspects of Namjoon’s personal faith, he believes that the fastest way to communicate with her is through the moon. The moon has the strongest gravitational pull when it’s at its fullest so Namjoon usually spends most of those nights, speaking with her until sunrise.

He sends letters too but, the moon brings him comfort.

Just as she does.  

Yoongi chuckles at his eagerness, watching him until he finds a place near the edge of their camp to sit and begin.

Speaking of lovers on the mind...

As much as Yoongi hates to be predictable, he would be lying if he said that Namjoon’s assumptions of him had been incorrect.  

He will be going to see you tonight.  

Even though he isn’t certain of where things might be headed between the two of you, he can’t help but wish to be near you again.  

Captivated was the word Namjoon had used and as Yoongi starts on the path towards the river, he grins to himself; captivated truly was the perfect word.  

You weren’t exactly sure if Yoongi would show up at the River tonight.

It’s not like the two of you had an agreement to meet.

In fact, the last time you saw him, he was doing his nightly walk and rather than stopping to say hello to you, he merely smiled and bowed his head in your direction.

The two of you had held hands the night before so, you figured that maybe something were to happen between you but, then again, maybe he was just looking for comfort.

Or attention.

You don’t imagine he experiences the physical touch of another person unless it’s during battle, which can’t be a very pleasurable experience.  

As you slip your shoes off near the entrance of the river, your heart flutters at the association of Yoongi and pleasure in the same sentence. You know you’re likely only causing your own suffering to think of him this way but, you can’t help it.

You want him.  

You really do and with everything you have, you hope he wants you too.

The stickiness on the back of your neck pulls you out of your thinking as it reminds you of the incredibly hot day you’ve just worked through.  

Towards the end of summer, the sun decides to give an encore of what has been an already sweltering and humid season. The week before it begins to cool down, the temperature comfortable and breezy before your region is hit with one final heat wave. Today, in the marketplace you quite literally salivated over the thought of cooling down in the river that evening.  

The river is often packed during days like today but once the sun sets, everyone heads back to their homes.  

That is when you choose to come by.  

It’s quite peaceful in the evening, the heat is still present but bearable and the slight breeze that whistles through the trees provides solace on your flushed skin.  

You don’t plan on fully submerging yourself because, you aren’t entirely fond of the idea of your feet being suspended in the deep and dark waters of the river.

Instead, you opt to wear a blue linen set that you often wearing during warmer months which will allow you to wade in the water without getting your clothes wet.

The river runs cold all year round, freezing over during the winter time but the cool sensation is welcome against the tips of your toes. You step further in, letting out a deep sigh and allow yourself to shut your eyes as you wade further into the water.

The water surrounds your ankles and just as it begins to slowly surround your calves, you hear the low melody of a voice you have waited for all day.

“Y/N?” Yoongi calls gently and it makes you grin because, you can sense he is actively trying not to scare you again.

Turning around, you are met with the sight of him; hair pulled back, white linen pants and a tighter fitting black shirt. It’s the first time you're seeing his arms and immediately, you’re able to recognize the symbols of both his strength and his experience. His skin looks beautiful in the moonlight, the sinewy dips of his muscles travelling alongside the colors of his veins, various scars littering the surface of his arms.  

He truly is something else entirely.

“Thank you for warning me this time instead of sneaking up on me.” You tease, the water sloshing as you turn your back to the river.

His lips twitch, “I’ve never snuck up on you before, you just aren’t as prepared as you should be, especially for someone who likes to wander out into the forest by themselves...”

“The forest is technically that way.” You quip, pointing through the trees.

Finally, his lips crack with a grin as he shakes his head at you, “Technically it is but, danger can lurk around every corner.”

You can’t but giggle, feeling rather giddy in his presence, “You make a good point- the fluffy squirrels and chirping birds are truly vicious creatures...”

He rolls his eyes then and shakes his head once more, a light chuckle leaving his lips as he steps towards you.

But as he’s opening his mouth to speak, you drop the bit of sarcasm in your tone.

“How was your day?”

Yoongi feels a bit of warmth in his chest as he genuinely can’t remember the last time someone asked him that question.

Immediately however, he is hit with a pang of anxiety, the conversation he had with his men coming back into his mind.

Looking upon your warm expression, he fully appreciates your beauty.

The curves of your face, the sincerity in your gaze, the small smile on your lips...

He knows you’re capable of holding your own but, after hearing of a possible threat, he is infected with the need to protect you.  

“It was fine. How was your day?” He attempts to reign in the worry in his tone, feeling very confident in his ability to conceal his true emotions.

He should know better...

“What’s wrong?” You ignore his inquiry regarding your day, stepping towards him once more, unsure of how close you should get.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Nothing. Why do you think something is wrong?

“You look troubled-” Pointing a finger towards his face, you soften your tone, “Is something bothering you?”

Yoongi feels strangely emotional at your concern, still not fully understanding your interest in his feelings.  

He doesn’t want to lie to you but, he also doesn’t want to spend his time with you talking about potential danger.

Besides, he really would like to hear about your day.

“It’s nothing. Just had a meeting with my men earlier, things got a little tense that’s all.” He assures you before extending a hand your way, “I’m off-duty now though and I’d really like to hear about your day if that’s alright...”

The sight of his hand sends butterflies down your throat and into your stomach before you interlock your fingers with his a little too eagerly.

He chuckles warmly, noticing your excitement and gently pulls you closer to him.  

Being near Yoongi feels almost familiar.

It’s comforting and slightly intoxicating as the skin of his forearm brushes along the inside of yours.

The two of you begin following the length of the river, your plans and shoes suddenly forgotten.

“My day was ok...” You begin, tilting your head, “the heat was unbearable though. I thought I was going to faint in the middle of the plaza today. Ugh and then Jane kept going on about how I needed to find a husband and start a family, ‘ You aren’t getting any younger you know? Sooner or later you’re going to end up a spinster peddling night shade for a decent meal’ “ Your face scrunches up as you imitate the very unique tone of Jane’s voice and it causes Yoongi to chuckle warmly beside you, amusement coloring his features.

“Don’t laugh!” You whine, leaning into him but, your mouth is already pulling up into a smile, “She’s relentless!”

Yoongi continues laughing, using his finger to flick a tear from the corner of his eye, “She is quite abrasive. I actually like that about her but-” He points at you, “She shouldn’t be harassing you about your marital status. I assume that you’re unmarried by choice...”

There go the butterflies again.

“Why do you assume that?”

Yoongi glances at you before returning his gaze on the path you two are on. The corner of his mouth is pulled up into a smile as he lets out a breath, “I’m mainly assuming that there have been other suitors you’ve crossed paths with. You don’t seem like the type of person to settle or the type of person who makes decisions based on the opinions of others.”

As flattered as you are by his statement, there is one particular thing that captures your attention.

“Other suitors?” You raise your brows, stealing a glance his way in time to see him fully grin.

“Yes,” He nods, tightening his features with sincerity, “other.”

You feel your stomach doing back flips, the giddiness bubbling inside you threatening to explode but instead of jumping for joy like you want to, you merely squeeze his hand and offer him a grin in return.  

The moment is over as soon as it begins as Yoongi looks down at your feet before frowning and turning back towards where the two of you had first met tonight.

“Where are your shoes? Why did you take them off?”

You giggle, “I was about to wade into the river to cool off, I don’t normally keep my shoes on while I do that.”

His frown falters a bit when you giggle but, he halts your movements none the less, “You could step on something, it’s dark out here...”

“It’s not that dark.” You insist, turning your body so you are face to face with him, “I walk through this area all the time.”

Yoongi feels his breath hitch as the proximity between the two of you lessens. He isn’t prepared for the feelings swirling inside of him or the ease of access he now has to your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your lips...

He would love nothing more than to place his mouth on every feature.

On every inch.

He clears his throat, “Fine. We’ll walk slower then so, at least if you step on something- it won’t be so hard.”

His solution makes you laugh again but it also pleases you.

You like that he doesn’t try to force his opinion on you and that he trusts your judgement.

“Fair enough.” You concede, reluctantly turning so the walk can continue, “How was the bread today by the way? I added a bit more garlic this time...”

He nods immediately, patting his stomach, “It was delicious. This batch was completely mauled by my fleet- my little brother in particular shoved at least 10 pieces into his mouth.” He chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m convinced that boy is part animal or something, he certainly behaves like one.”

Giggling, you mimic him and shake your head as well, “Or he just really likes bread. I would probably behave like an animal if I were deprived of carbs of 6 months out of the year.”

“It’s more like 10 months out of the year.” He corrects, “We only return to the kingdom during blizzard season or if one of us is injured.”

Your eyes widen, “Really? I thought members of the Queen’s army rotate every six months. You only take a break for two months out of the year?”

Yoongi chuckles at your surprise, “Yes-” He nods, “We are considered uh- special forces. The Queens employ us full time. The fleet I oversee of the Royal Army- they rotate quite often but the seven of us operate March through December.”

Kissing your teeth, you can’t help the genuine look of concern on your face, “How long have you been doing this?”

His eyes narrow, “Hm- I think I’m going on ten years now...yeah. I joined when I was 18.” He nods in agreement with himself, “This is my last year of service.”

Your heart jumps to your throat, “Really?!” The volume of your voice climbs dangerously high and it causes Yoongi to laugh, his eyes widening.

“Does that excite you?”

“I mean-” You bite your lip, trying to figure out if his retirement is something you should celebrate, “is it something you’re looking forward to?”

He smirks, eyes glinting with amusement, “It is.”

“Then yes,” You decide, stopping the pace of your walk so you can turn towards him, “it does excite me.”

His smirk never falters, whilst his free hand moves to trace down the length of your arm, seeking the grasp of your fingers. His touch leaves a trail of fire on your flesh, your other hand eagerly intertwining with his.  

“Oh? Why does it excite you?”  

The tone of his voice lightens; it’s playful and almost a little taunting as he leans in towards your face.

“Um-” You clear your throat, stepping closer to him so that your toes are almost touching his, “Because maybe, I would get to see you more. If you were retired...”

Yoongi’s eyes soften, the back of his thumb brushing over your knuckles, “Hm. So, she’d like to see me more...”

“I really would.” You confirm, the look in his eye offering you some confidence in your next move.  

Swallowing back your nerves, you take the hand you’re currently holding and guide them to your hips.

Without a word, you place your freed hands on the ball of his shoulders, sliding them inwards towards the base of his neck. As the two of you make eye contact, you feel his grip on your hips tighten, his big hands feeling the flesh there for the first time. The movement of your fingers causes him swallow, the Adams apple bobbing in his throat whilst his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, only making them more inviting.  

The seam of your top would make it so easy for him to slip his fingers beneath it to feel your skin for real but, instead he merely flexes his fingers just enough for the tips of them to press into your body.  

In your own attempt to explore his skin, your fingertips brush the soft skin at the junction between the base of his throat and his shoulder, your palms lying flat on his collar bones.

He lets out a shaky breath, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he forces his eyes away from yours.

“You’re making this very difficult...” Yoongi murmurs.

You slow your motions on him, “I’m making what difficult?”

He’s still looking away, but his hands squeeze your hips, anchoring them in place to stop them from wandering as he wishes to.

“I’m trying to court you properly but, now you’ve gone and put my hands on you...” He smirks, his feline-like eyes darting back to yours, “you aren’t even giving me a chance here.”

His accusatory tone causes you to giggle, your fingers inching closer to brush against the hair at the nape of his neck, “Who’s to say what’s proper?”

“Societal decorum, your parents, my parents, our friends- “ He chuckles, glancing up towards the sky, “whatever god is in my head right now, shaming me for the thoughts I’m having.”

“Any god who shames you for your desires is no god of mine...and besides,” You breathe, leaning up towards his lips, “we’re the only ones who get to decide what’s proper for us.”

He sighs, his breath close enough to wisp across your mouth, the proximity intoxicating.

“I should have known the day I met you that you make your own rules...” He smirks, the need to press his lips against yours nearly unbearable. He nods to you then, raising his brows, “What do you think is proper for us in this moment? Since we’ve already disregarded decency.”  

Another giggle leaves your lips and without thinking you move the rest of the way so that your mouth lingers just in front of his own, “I think it’s proper for you to kiss me- for the first time, underneath the full moon.”

At your boldness his heavy gaze widens slightly as a sharp breath leaves his lips before pushes them onto you.

Immediately, lightening shoots through the center of your spine, exploding into your heart, your hands on his shoulders tightening significantly, his own grip on your hips following suit.

Your bodies press together as your lips tuck in and move against each other. The tip of your nose rubs unceremoniously on the bridge of his own, the kiss deepening with a mutual sigh between the two of you.  

Your chest is pushing against the linen of his shirt, your body coming to life as he begins walking you backwards towards the large willow tree standing proudly near the river. When your back presses against the rough bark, you take the opportunity to slide your nails up his neck and into his hair, careful not to ruin the state of his ponytail too much. Your touch elicits a very faint groan from him, his teeth nibbling against your bottom lip.

With the increase of your breathing, you press him closer to you, pushing your breasts into him, hoping that he will take the hint and continue touching you. His hands merely squeeze at your hips, holding you steady against his body whilst his tongue brushes your bottom lip.

He’s requesting entrance into your mouth, which you gladly grant, parting your lips and sliding your own tongue along his. The two of you play in each others mouths, it’s slow and almost messy and it causes your fingers to tighten in his hair, wishing desperately that you could run your fingers through it properly.

Yoongi’s heart feels as though it's going to give out from all the sensations he’s feeling, his resolve weakening by the second, all thoughts of decorum leaving his conscious.  

The bark of the tree is digging into your back, but you can barely feel it; your mind is too full of Yoongi. His hands begin inching up your torso, almost massaging his way up, his grasp tightening further as he resists the urge to move his hips.  

But he can already feel the blood pooling between his legs, and he knows that things are already going too far so when you slide your leg up to hitch it around his waist, he finally pulls away.  

Breathing heavily, the two of you rest your foreheads on one another, lust swirling in the air around you.

“Why did you stop?” You pout, pecking at his lips.

Yoongi chuckles into your lips, leaning away slightly to press a kiss to your nose and then your forehead and as his mouth lingers there, he responds, “I have to maintain some level of decency- I am a man of the royal family.”

Like a spoiled child, you slump back against the tree, your lips still pouted as your hands return to his shoulders, “The royal family is miles away...besides, we were just kissing.”

Yoongi’s raspy laugh makes you want to kiss him even more while the fondness in his gaze makes you want to grin like an idiot.

“Your little suggestion to kiss me was turning into something else entirely and you know that.” He accuses playfully, bringing a thumb over your cheek.

“Were you not enjoying it?” You point out, dancing your fingers over his chest and he rolls his eyes, catching your hand in his own.

“You know very well that I was enjoying it.” He smirks, glancing down between the two of you at his semi-hard length pushing against his linen pants, “I am a man of my word however and I meant what I said about courting you properly.”

The sight of his length removes all moisture from your mouth, most of it seeming to reallocate between your legs.

“But you’re-!” You almost whine, wanting nothing more than to resume your earlier encounter.

He chuckles once more, bringing your fingers to his lips, “I am.” He concedes, dragging his lips over the back of your knuckles, “your lips are lethal.”

Your focus hones in on the wet lips currently pressing kisses against your hand but, your stubborn nature wishes to press the issue further.

“Then why did you stop?”

Yoongi smirks, “Because it’s not proper to have each other now, even when I want you as bad as I do-” He kisses between the junction of your pointer and middle finger, brows raising at the sight of your pouted lips, “Why are you still pouting?”

“Because...” You sigh, licking your lips, “I already told you I didn’t care what others thought I-”

Yoongi chuckles again but this time, the sound is darker, “Y/N, when I tell you that we should wait, it isn’t because of the opinions of others it’s because...” He pauses, licking his tongue between your fingers, sending a shock wave between your thighs, “I couldn’t possibly pleasure you properly against this tree...”

You let out shaky breath, leaning into him once more, “I believe you could.”

He grins, kissing over the spot he just licked, returning your hand to his shoulder, “Oh do you now?”

“Mhm.” You hum, giggling as he pinches your hips, your fingers clasping behind his neck.

He leans over, kissing your lips gently before pulling back to secure your gaze, “Be patient my sweet girl...” His voice drops to a whisper, “...and let our fairytale develop a little longer.”

You can’t help but embrace him then, tucking your face into his neck, “I’m sorry if I’m so eager...I’ve just never felt this way before.”

He chuckles warmly, easing you away from the trees so he can rub your back, “Please don’t be sorry. This is new territory for me as well. We can navigate it together ok? My fleet has to move on in a few weeks but, it will only be a few months until I can make it back to you. After that- we'll have all the time in the world.”

Nodding, you press a kiss to his neck, tightening the embrace, not wanting to let go, “Why do you have to be such an accomplished solider General Min? Mediocrity could have really worked in your favor...”

He laughs again, the sound warming you from the inside out, “Terribly sorry mam. I had no anticipation of being captivated by a smart-mouthed apothecary during a refuel stop.”

“Oh so I’ve captivated you have I?” You tease, your fingers walking slowly across his back.

He smiles, turning his head to kiss the side of your head, “To put it very lightly yes- yes you have.”

Captivated was the word Namjoon had used and it truly was the perfect word.  

Absolutely perfect.

[damn-stark]

La vie en rose final pt.

Pietro Maximoff x reader

A/N- Thank you everyone who read this mini-series, thank you, I appreciate you all a lot!

Warning-Violence, Angst, talks of death, fluff.

Episode-1x09

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“Let’s do this,” Pietro added confidently, with a cocky grin on his features.

You mirror his smile and add, “together,” before vision spots another...vision and flies off to fight him off. Leaving the rest of you to deal with the military on the ground and Agnes in the sky. Who all too quickly lifted the men up to the sky with a move of her hands, causing Wanda to try and react quickly, but hesitating as she noticed it was risky, and heard Agnes speak.

“Same story, different century. There’ll always be torches and pitchforks for ladies like us, girls.”

Wanda and you share a look and stay quiet, seeing Agnes drop the men she had captured in the air. But you, unlike Wanda, hesitate to save them, instead you watch as they're falling to ground while you debate with yourself. While you decide whether to save the men that had pointed their weapons at you mere seconds ago, or not.

It was a tricky thing, but your mind spun with the choices, until the very last minute where it was just instinct. You threw your hands out and helped Wanda save them from falling to their deaths. Seeing her seconds later, turn to look at the boys behind her. “Boys, handle the military. Mommy will be right back.” Her eyes drifted to you and she dragged them to the sky where Agnes hovered and waited, returning her glance back at you to share a knowing look before she flew after Agnes. Letting you turn to Pietro and offer him a short comment before you flew away too. “Watch over them and be careful.”

“I always am.” He states cockily, following your body as you lifted off the ground and flew away after Wanda and Agnes, dodging a purple energy ball and smirking as Wanda taunted her before she disappeared out of thin air.

“You know what you have to do,” Agnes yelled after you as you flew away and lifted further into the sky, stretching your arms out at your side and extending out your plams to face Agnes, letting the yellow hue roam down your body as it changed your clothes into the uniform Billy had chosen for you the other day.

“I know exactly what I have to do,” you bellow confidently. “I have to bring you down.” More yellow hues surround your hands whilst you see Agnes fly down to a building roof, her eyes remaining intently on you as you followed her and landed a few feet in front of her.

“Do you really want to be locked away like your father?” Agnes quieres desperately. “Because that’s what’s going to happen when you lose control. I can help the both of you. After all, what good have people done to us?”

You tilt your hand and flicker your eyes behind her shoulder briefly as you sensed Wanda nearby. “You’re right,” you continue, dropping your hands to your side and discreetly sending a line of yellow hues towards Wanda so it could help her with what she was planning. “People have not been kind, but I won’t just let you get away with what you want. I won’t let you corrupt us, or control us. I’m sick and tired of letting people control me. No more.” You smirk while Wanda shows herself on the building, magically sneaking up behind Agnes and acting out her move to control Agnes’s mind.

While Wanda was in her mind, you looked back to Pietro, the boys, vision and Monica on the ground. Feeling tempted to go down there and join them, but waiting instead, watching over the people that could disappear with this hex, until from the far side of the street, on top of the military car, a man climbed onto the machine gun on top of the car and aimed at your people before him. Not noticing you, and catching them off guard, lining his thumbs on top of the triggers and attempting to shoot.

But before he could, you flew off the room and slowly hovered down in front of the gun, seeing and hearing him hit the trigger, but not feeling a bullet go through your body as your yellow hues invaded your eyes and slithered towards the bullet to stop it. When the man noticed you; with your arms spread out, and your hands open facing him, he hit again. But again his bullets stopped mere inches from your face, this time the commotion caught the attention of the people you were protecting, as well as the soldiers you had saved. Noticing they started pointing their guns at you.

“Okay,” you snicker as you float back to get a better view of the threatening scene, snapping your eyes to Wanda and Agnes as they break from the mind control and begin fighting each other in the sky. “I see how it is,” you continue as you focus back on the men trembling in their boots.

“Stand down!” A man shouted again, “if you know what’s good for you, stand down now!”

Your gaze narrowed on the shouting man and the hues grew bigger, noticing a different soldier climb onto another machine gun and again try to shoot at you, but this time shooting out air as you swiftly lifted the trucks off the ground, and lifted them into the sky with the soldiers still on top.

“No more.” You sneer, twisting your wrist and closing your fist as you crushed the metal cars and plucked the men off the vehicles.

“Y/N!” You hear Monica shout at you. “Don’t do this!”

You look at her over your shoulder before you see Pietro watching closely, albeit keeping his mouth shut. Watching you instead while his sister fought Agnes.

“Pietro stop her!” Monica tried to reason with said man, only earning a quiet side glance before he focused on you again, knowing that when it came to people like the ones trying to kill you right now, he had no reason to stop you.

You look back at the soldiers and float down, bringing them down too, but instead of killing them, you let them down on the ground and shoot out a wave of your power that had them drop their guns, and had their eyes glow yellow. Had their minds captured and watching their dreams, whilst you also had their trucks turn to dust and the ones you crushed, fall down to the ground harshly. You sigh deeply and turn to let your feet touch the ground so you could walk towards Pietro. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assures you, lifting his hand to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m fine.”

“I know they’ve wronged you, y/n,” Monica interjected as she walked towards you, “but,”

“But,” you cut her off as your eyes drift to her, “I didn’t take it far because you’re here. I don’t care for them. Never again.” You finish and drift your gaze to the sky where Agnes and Wanda were, noticing runes on the red walls and noticing Wanda had changed into a different outfit; a red dress, with a red crown on her head. She looked well, beautiful and badass. And she also didn’t wait to float back down to the ground with Agnes, after she had sucked out all her power.

“Good girl,” Agnes muttered to Wanda as she was defeated on the ground. “So what now? You just gonna lock me up somewhere?”

“No. Not somewhere,” Wanda corrected her. “Here.”

“Here?” Agnes probed.

“I’ll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor.”

“No,” Agnes begged, “please.”

“I'm sorry,” Wanda apologized pitifully.

“No, you’re not.” Agnes remarked. “You’re cruel. You...you have. You have no idea what you’ve unleashed. You’re gonna need me, you both are. Y/N,” she tried to talk you to set her free.

You walk to Wanda's side and you sigh before you add your own response. “If we do. We know where to find you.”

Wanda leans in and Agnes tries to interject but Wanda ignores her and changes her back to her roll she pretended to play.

When you watch that, knowing that she was actually under that control now let’s you walk back towards Pietro and think of what was coming next.

The thought kept your mind busy until your attention was stolen. “Y/N,” Wanda called out in a whisper, lifting her gaze to meet yours beside her husband, while tears brimmed her eyes. She offered you a small nod thereafter with no other comment. Not like you needed one to know what she meant.

Yet you still didn’t know if you wanted to do it. You had fought alongside her because this was your home, because she needed your help and so did the others, but you didn’t know if you were ready to let Pietro go. So you didn’t answer for a minute, you kept your eyes on her and debated within yourself. It was a right thing, letting all these people go, dropping what you were doing to this poor town, but doing that meant letting part of your heart go.

You couldn’t...lose him…

“Y/N…” Pietro called to you this time, his hand grabbing yours to pull your attention towards him.

Which he almost failed at as you hesitated to look at him. Only meeting his blue eyes mere moments later with your own battling tears at the brim of your eyes. “You know what you have to do.” He finishes softly before he gives your hand a gentle squeeze and his eyes turn to a townsperson a couple feet away from you, body trembling in fear and eyes red from crying.

You knew what Pietro meant when he chose to look at them and then return his attention towards you. You knew that he wanted you to keep the promise for the people, so they wouldn’t suffer like you both did. And he was right, you knew that, you knew you needed to help. But you didn’t know if you wanted to. After all, what good have people brought you?

“Y/N,” he called one last time, this time more persistent.

Nonetheless this time you curled your fist and clenched it tightly, closing your eyes and holding your breath as you unfurled it and flicked your wrist to let the hex walls slowly pull inwards and disappear once they reached the point they were made. Now you could’ve just made them disappear all at once, but you needed all the time you could get with Pietro.

You drift your gaze to Wanda and offer a small nod whilst you also verbally let her know. “It’s done,” you stammered, curling your fist again and having a last look at the twins before Wanda walked her family home, only offering Pietro a saddened look, knowing she couldn’t fully say goodbye because she didn’t want her kids to know that they were going to cease to exist.

When you looked at Pietro nonetheless, his eyes were already on you, just like an assuring smile was on his lips.

“Let’s go somewhere more private?”

“Sure,” you nod stiffly, letting him take you back home, to the middle of the room where he zoomed off to turn on some soft music and was quick to meet you in the middle, with the lights off and candles lit instead; where he was quick to talk of memories that tore your heart.

“Do you remember the very first time we met?” He queried with the corner of his lips tugged slightly.

Your lips twitch and you nod, “yes, I do. Back in Hydra. In that back garden they kept enclosed by glass walls because they didn’t want us leaving, but also wanted to give us a moment of “free time”.”

“Exactly.” Pietro chuckled softly, grabbing both of your hands this time and pulling them close to his lips so he could press a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “I want you to know that, that day was one of the best days of my life. Beside the day that you saved me from those bullets. Because let’s face it, that was badass.”

A small laugh escapes your lips, but soon it’s broken with a quiet cry that has tears leaving your eyes. You proceed to slip your hands from his to wipe your tears off your cheeks, and then lift them to cup his cheeks and offer him a wobbly smile with words that broke as your voice quivered. “I’m not ready to let you go. I don’t want to let you go yet, please don’t leave me again.”

Pietro also cups your cheeks and leans in closer, smiling softly as he stroked your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Oh my love, it’s time for me to go,” he says as he presses a kiss on your forehead. “Trust me if it were up to me, I would stay by your side forever, but I can’t. As fast as I can run, one thing I can’t beat is time.”

More tears roll down your cheeks and the need to break into a sob really burns your throat, but you hold yourself back and try to remain as calm as you could.

“You will always be my one and only,” he whispers as he wipes your tears away, “my little witch, my friend, my girlfriend, my fiancée, my wife and the love of my life.” Tears also run down his cheek and he presses a soft kiss on your lips, pulling away but staying close to you, pressing his forehead against yours and whispering your lips. “I’ll meet you again, I promise you that.”

“I love you,” you cry, “I always will love you. With all my heart. I won’t ever forget you.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He jokes, his eyes lifting to look out the window, where the red walls were closing in second by second, getting increasingly close to rid of this hex and him.

“We’ll meet again.” You finish in a broken whisper, pulling his gleaming blue eyes back to you and seeing that charming smile on his face one last time, engraving it in your memory before he pulled you to his chest and kept you tightly pressed to him. Proceeding to press a kiss on the top of your head while your arms wrapped around his neck and you basked in his warmth and gentle touch.

“We’ll meet again,” he repeated while he held onto you tighter and the red hex enclosed in your home and slowly began to take him away.

It was too hard for you to watch him vanish away with the red enchanted walls, so you stayed pressed to him, eyes closed and picturing him instead. How he was before you shut your eyes and knew the bright red hues were passing by. You could only open them when you felt your arms wrapped around air, and no longer heard his beating heart.

Even then it was hard to keep them open as you saw nothing but an empty spot where he had once stood.

The sight tore your heart, shattered it into thousands of pieces and left you empty inside. His absence made your chest, head and whole body ache. The deafening silence was a discomfort and made you want to just fall to the floor and lay there.

But you couldn’t. At any moment now, all those people stationed outside the perimeters where the walls once stood would charge in and take both Wanda you. They would put you in chains, a special suit, a collar and a box, like last time. They wouldn’t care what you did to save the world, what you did because you were in pain from the loss you suffered because you were trying to save the world. They wouldn’t care. They would just take you and lock you up like they did with your father.

And you didn’t want that either. So instead you left the house you had lived in, you walked to where Wanda had lived in and saw her there, waiting for you outside her now empty lot, with a grieving look of her own. Once she saw you coming, she walked towards you to meet you in the middle, instantly wrapping you in a tight embrace you both were in the lack of. One you both deeply cherished, and lingered in until you needed to pull away.

“Where do you want to go?” Wanda asked you as she began to guide out of the neighborhood, both knowingly understanding that you weren’t going to be taken to prison again.

You sigh and drop your eyes to your silver bracelet around your wrist, sparking a location to come to mind where you knew no one knew about. “Uhm, I know a place,” you lift your eyes to meet hers and offer her a soft smile. “It’s a very beautiful place. You’ll like it.”

Wanda's lips tug into a smile and she nods in agreement. “Okay.”

The rest of the walk back to town was done so in silence, neither of you had the energy to talk, you both were too sad to mention anything else, you just enjoyed each other's company. Quietly relished in the fact that you had each other. Even more so when you got back to the middle town where the townspeople all were beginning to gather, all stopping what they were doing to glare at Wanda and you. Ticking something off within you with each spiteful stare shot your way.

It was an odd feeling, but it was fueling an emotion inside you that felt dangerous. You did nothing to fuel it yourself, you just tried to ignore them as you reached Monica Rambeau. “They’ll never know what you both sacrificed for them.”

You eye the people all watching you before glancing back at the woman in front of you. “It wouldn’t change how they see us. And you? You don’t hate...us?”

Monica shakes her head, “given the chance and given your power,” she sighs, “I’d bring my mom back. I know I would.”

Wanda steps up and interjects with a genuine apology, “I'm sorry. For all the pain I’ve caused. We’ve caused.”

“I know,” Monica slowly nods.

“We don’t understand our powers, but we will.” Wanda continues to explain before sirens begin to sound in the distance, their flashing lights soon appearing everywhere. Causing you to step back and pull Wanda with you as she continued to face Monica to add a last comment. “Goodbye, Monica.”

You begin to hover off the ground, feeling Wanda do the same as she turned away from Monica. Leaving you to look back at said girl and flash her a smile and throw her a last comment as well. “I hope we cross paths again, Monica. Goodbye and thank you.”

Monica offers a single understanding nod before you turn away and hear her call after Wanda and you. “Bye, Wanda. Bye, y/n.”

Without hesitation Wanda and you leave her behind, leave behind the sirens with the military and police. You both change clothes with the use of your powers and just simply leave. Stopping to only get a last look at the town you had called home, where you had shared special memories with the people you loved before you left it all behind.

Nothing stopped either of you. The trip was a determined one because neither of you wanted to be caught. All you did was take small breaks to get some rest from the flying, to eat and do all the necessities before you flew to finally arrive at the secluded place you had remembered from the past—a place in between snow-topped mountains, between a green forest and beside a blue glimmering lake with no one else in sight. It was just the two of you in a cozy cabin.

Only that wasn’t enough to fill the void in your heart. Wanda was someone you loved. Truly. But she wasn’t enough to fill what Pietro left behind, to heal the pain you felt crumbling your body, or the anger that fueled your entire being. There was an empty void within you that couldn’t be filled by anyone….

“If anyone has any tips on where they’ve seen Y/N Eisenhardt and Wanda Maximoff call the authorities, or the FBI. They are considered high class criminals and extremely dangerous. Do not approach!”

An annoyed huff escapes your lips before you quickly change the channel on your small tv, regrettably seeing more news reports on both Wanda and you. “What they did was insane and classified inhumane. To imprison all those innocent people?”

Again you roughly press down on the button and change it. But again see your pictures flashing on the tv, followed by more unnecessary commentary that was pissing you off more and more. “I don’t know what they are. What do we call them? Monsters? Witches? Mutants? That sounds right. Right? Mutant criminals who deserve to be locked up—”

Not being able to handle any more of it, you push yourself off your couch and storm out of the living room and just mindlessly walk outside into the starry night. You feel your anger boil within you and your pain heighten. It felt so fucking suffocating, like you were drowning, or trapped in a box. It was all unbearable and loud within you. You could hear the voices from the newscasters, the bloggers and the people who had no right in giving opinions; they echoed in your head and irked you even further. You could also see the painful memories of Pietro's death like it was on a damn loop in your mind. You could see Thanos snapping his neck. You could see the battle that to you was just five minutes after his death, but to some others was five years. Everything just piled on and caused you to drop on your knees to the ground where you’re surrounded by nothing but wilderness.

Everything was beginning to be too much, it got to a breaking point you couldn’t control. You grabbed at the side of your head and whispered to yourself to try and ease your pain and calm your trembling body. But it didn’t work. Instead you dropped your hands to the floor and tried to breath slowly. But again, nothing. Everything got louder and more painful, to the point where you knew that you were going to lose control. Something that you didn’t want. That you tried to contain. But. Everything. Just. Piled. On, until you couldn’t hold yourself back.

Having enough and not being able to control yourself, you throw your body back, throw your arms out to let out a pained scream and unsuspectedly throw out waves and waves of your yellow power—it was relieving, yet at the same time painful, it felt like your whole chest was going to be ripped out, that you were going to pass out even if you didn’t. The yellow hues were so bright that they lit up the darkened night that had taken over, the waves were so powerful that they pushed back trees that surrounded you; they shot out but you didn’t even know how far.

The worst thing was that you couldn’t find a way to stop it, even if it began to feel good and relieving. It’s not like your powers had brakes, it was all in the mind, but again. It felt relieving letting it all out. A moment only came when the silver bracelet on your wrist gleamed in the corner of your eye. It flipped a switch and made you finally stop, pulling your arms back to your side and dropping your head to look at the bracelet. In that single moment feeling an idea light up in your head and make your lips tug into a mischievous smirk.

——

“It’s gonna be a long night, huh?” You yawn and lazily stretch your arms out.

The security guard next you nods, “yeah it fucking is.” He turns to spare you a glance, not thinking much of it and looking back at the elevator doors open. “You hear,” he continues, “this mutant's daughter turned out to be more psychotic than him?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, but pass it off as a “laugh”. “Yeah,” you nod as you both walk out to the long hall. “I've seen the news. She’s crazy. But powerful, don’t you agree?” You ask as you look at the round faced man beside you, knowing that with your disguise you had thanks to your powers, this man didn’t recognize you.

The man snorts and stops in front of the control board beside the advanced plastic doors. “Yeah, that’s why they need to be killed or captured. I can’t even imagine what they’d do when it’s that time of the month,” he chortles whilst he elbows your arm. You feign a laugh, but mentally gag, following him inside a room filled with more control boards and screens that overlooked glass cells. That only one was occupied.

Seeing the cells made you nervous, not for what you were going to do, but because of who was contained inside one of them. Yes, you knew that he wouldn’t be angry to see you again after years of being apart, but it’s for that reason why you were nervous to reunite with your father. Because it’s been a long time.

“Open the door,” you demand as you walk to the window and look down at the cells. “I want to talk to him.”

“What?” A different guard quieres. “Are you crazy?”

“I won’t ask again,” you say through gritted teeth while you turn to look at the guards and wait.

“You must be on something, go cool off. You know we aren’t allowed.” A female guard shoots at you.

You sigh and with a flick of your fingers transform back to yourself, keeping your powers on the ready on your hand, walking towards the guard with his hand on the key to open the door that will lead to the cells. “Open it.”

Guns instantly were brought out and pointed at your head, with one guard's hand on a walkie. You notice and look at him, shaking your finger and saying “tsk-tsk,” before you easily use your powers to destroy it in his hand. “Open the door.” You seeth again, slowly scanning your eyes around the room and noticing their fingers on the triggers, all looking at one another before they all shoot simontenostly, suspecting their bullets to hit you, but not expecting you to stop them in mid air and turn them into butterflies—a prideful smirk tugs on your lips and you spin your finger in the air to control their minds and turn them against one another.

“Fine,” you sigh, “I’ll take matters into my own hands.” Spinning around on your heels, you throw out an energy ball of your powers and turn the glass to water, letting you fly down to the platform and stop just before you could face his cell. You could hear him shuffling inside, but you couldn’t just run up to his cell so quickly.

First you drew in a deep breath and made your powers disappear from your hands. Next you released that breath of air and hesitated again, swallowing thickly and stroking the metal bracelet around your wrist. Finally you looked up and slowly stepped up toward the glass cell, stopping in front of it and seeing him curiously by the glass, looking up until your figure and face caught his attention.

And at first it seemed that he was having some time recognizing you; he narrowed his gaze and took a last step forward, tilting his head and studying you. While you on the other hand, felt the tears sting your eyes, felt your lips tug as he was there, still alive. He still had the same piercing, comforting blue eyes, same brown hair that you now noticed had some grey hairs here and there, his face had a couple more wrinkles, but not so much that he looked over his actual age. He had a way to slowly fill the void Pietro had left.

Nonetheless after a few minutes, his perplexed expression dropped and turned soft, he pressed his hand on the glass and his lips tugged. And you, without wasting another minute, used your powers to copy your previous action and turn the glass to water, finally breaking the barrier between your father and you, letting the both of you walk to one another and meet in the middle.

“Y/N.” He mumbled in disbelief while his hands cupped your cheeks. “My girl. You’re here.”

Your smirk reappears and you cup his hands as you meet his gaze and part your lips. “Papa, I’m here to set you free.”

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"Doppelganger" *Part 8*

Okay ladies and gents, this is where I'd say you really need to have read Black Magic to understand this chapter. You can read it here.

Or, y'know I guess just accept that magic is real in this universe. Whatever. STILL READ IT. YOU WON'T REGRET IT I PROMISE.

If you read this last night, I did rewrite it and reuploaded it. Don't freak out, it's better now I swear.

I did make this signifantly longer though, but I won't lie to you kids-- it's not good. Angst wise, not plot wise. 😉

ENJOYYYYYYY!!!!

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The next day Rafael decided he needed help, and if he couldn’t go to the squad, he only had one choice.

"....WHAT?!" Chloe screeched after Rafael told her the whole story after meeting up for coffee.

"I know, it's insane I just--" Rafael shook his head.

"I have so many questions. So many--" she started.

"Look I just wanted advice, and maybe …" he trailed off looking in the distance.

"Maybe what….?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Supernatural help?" He sipped his coffee.

"Oh good God like what? Do you think that's what he used on YN?" Chloe sipped her tea.

"No doesn't need to, he can imitate me perfectly. I'm pretty sure it was just your standard date rape drug." The words made Rafael's fist clench and his lip curl at the thought of Nevada using date rape drugs on you.

"We have to get her out of there, Chloe. We have to," His voice trembled in fear for you.

"Well no shit Sherlock" Chloe pointed out. "You sure it's not the mind control stuff Liv used on you?"

"Liv didn't use mind control potions. She just used an ultra unhealthy amount of love potion. Although I wouldn't put it past her to get some more potions,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

Nearby Alex was listening in on the conversation, since Rafael knew what Javi looked like now. He listened to the rest of your conversation, then bolted before the two of you noticed him.

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“Magic potion?" Nevada laughed. are you fucking kidding me?! Dime qué tienen been smoking?!”

"I don't know Vada, he seemed pretty sure about it. And I mean look at the two of you, you're identical and there's no explanation for that. So I don't know, anything might be possible." Alex shrugged. "He said it's how they got together. Some chick named Olivia tried to tear them apart but their "true love" prevailed"."

"Oh , these two are even more fucking pathetic than I thought.” Nevada scoffed. “What do they live in, a fucking Disney movie?" He shook his head, but then had an idea.

"…. Seems like we might have to check with this Olivia," He smiled evilly.

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"Rafael" showed up to the squad room to talk to Olivia the very next day.

“Hey Liv” He nodded at her with a sly smile.

"Rafa!" Liv exclaimed. She was excited but nervous to see him. Mostly because she hadn't seen him since the whole 'wedding; debacle.

"Liv, I need you to tell me where you got your mind serum,” “Rafael” told her straight out. Olivia was shocked he was so flippant about it, and being so loud.

".... It wasn't mind serum Rafa it was love serum and-- wait why do you need it?" She looked around nervously, then quickly realized something must have gone wrong with the two of you.

"I think I'll be asking the questions here Liv, you're the one that fucked with me first." “Rafael” crossed his arms.

"You know if you need to control YN with potions, it may not be worth it Rafa.” Olivia told him softly, touching his hand. “I love you just the way you are...." She put a hand to his chest and gave him a sweet smile.

"Why do you think I'm asking? She's getting too wishy washy for me, I just want her to forget about us." Rafael put a hand to her face. "Just tell me where you got it, and we can be together."

"Ok!!" Not questioning it, Olivia started to text the address to Rafael's phone.

"No, I need you to write it down for me." “Rafael” grabbed a notepad and pen from off her desk.

"Why…?" Olivia raised an eyebrow at him.

"....So if my boss decides to do a random sweep of my phone he doesn't think I'm insane, Liv." He replied in a “duh” tone.

"...He can do that?" Oliva’s mouth dropped open.

"...The government can do a lot of things, Liv. Don’t trust them,” “Rafael” sneered. Sure Olivia should have taken that as a red flag, but she was so happy she might get her happy ending with Rafael she didn’t care.

"Right…." She wrote the address down and slipped it to "Rafael".

"Thanks babe," he grabbed Olivia in a giant kiss. Then he strutted out of the office leaving her with a huge smile.

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Not even a few hours later, Nevada took the address to an old antique shop. He walked in to see an old woman cleaning an ancient looking broach.

“An old antique shop, bruja? Were you going for totally predictable, or are you just lazy with fronts?”

The woman stopped cleaning and glared at him. “And who the hell are you?”

“Let’s just say I’m a friend of Olivia’s.” He smirked. “And as such, I’m going to need a favor…”

“Oh great are you a cop too?” She sighed.

“....You could say that.” He chuckled.

“So what do you need?” She looked at him skeptically.

“I need a...mind control potion,” Nevada felt like an idiot saying it out loud, but the old woman’s face verifying that such a thing existed made him feel better.

“You people and your God complexes…” She rolled her eyes before disappearing into the back. After a few minutes she came back with an orange liquid in a vial.

“Think of the name of the person you want this to control, and then once they drink this, whatever you think, they’ll do.”

“....Really?” Nevada gave her a sarcastic laugh.

“Oh you doubt my majeria, pendejo?” She snarled. “Then why are you here?”

“Lo siento, señora,” He quickly apologized. “Gracias,” He nodded to the potion and sauntered out of the shop.

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The next day Nevada texted Rafael to meet him in a warehouse on his side or town. Rafael immediately went to Chloe’s apartment for advice on what to do, since he didn’t have anyone else.

"This could be a trap." Chloe warned him.

"Of course it could be a trap but what choice do I have?!" Rafael argued.

"Ok but I'm coming," She insisted.

"Oh no you're not" Rafael shook his head.

"I'll stay out of sight, okay dad?” Chloe rolled her eyes.

"No, I don’t like it.” He protested while ignoring the 'dad' comment. “If something goes sideways in there I can’t protect the both of you,”

"I don't care if you like it, she's my best friend so you can suck it up," She crossed her arms. “And I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,”

“....What’s the chances of me talking you out of this?” He sighed.

“....Ehhhh slim to none,” She smiled.

“Fine, but you’re staying outside,” He warned her as they headed to the address.

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Rafael and Chloe went to the address, it was a giant warehouse. Rafael went inside, ready for anything. The place was pitch black so he couldn't really see anything.

"Nevada?" He called into the darkness. Suddenly one light in the middle of the warehouse lit up. He walked closer to find you lying there unconscious.

"YN!!!" He screamed, running over and waking you up.

“...What? What happened?” You stirred awake, totally disoriented. Nevada must have knocked you out again.

"Baby! it's me," He picked you up in his arms, holding you so tightly you thought you'd stop breathing. "He let you go, I can't believe it," He was crying now, he was so happy.

"...What? That makes ZERO sense," you pushed him away, looking at him angrily. "....Wait no no, it does make perfect sense-- you're Nevada!"

"What?" Rafael looked at you in shock. "... I'm not Nevada, I'm Rafael, YN! It's me!"

"Okay look I get it,” You crossed your arms. “You can’t just keep me drugged up all the time, and you need new and innovative ways to "be" Rafael-- but this is just cruel,”

“Baby it's me I-- it's me! it's Rafael,” He put his hands on either side of your face, staring intently into them. You wanted to believe him so badly, but all you could think about was the first time this happened. How perfectly Nevada had played Rafael, even down to the look in his eyes. That’s all you saw now, an act. A façade.

“....You've done a hell of a job researching him and perfecting his moves Nevada, but I'm not going to fall for it and I'm not going to keep hurting Rafa,” You pushed him away further, crossing your arms tighter so that he couldn’t get a free show of your exposed breasts in the barely there clothes he dressed you in.

Rafael stared at you in shock and disbelief, how much did he fuck with your mind? How could this be happening?

“....It's me. How else am I--- what can I do to prove to you that it's me? Y/N how can you not see it in my eyes? Look at me!” He grabbed your hands and searched your eyes for some kind of recognition, some kind of feeling.

“Yeah okay it's ‘you’. You are going to save me, and then we're going to go to some ‘safe location’ right? And then we’ll celebrate being ‘back together’ by having some amazing sex. And it’ll be wonderful and amazing, and I’ll cry and tell you how much I love you and missed you, and then you're going to be like ‘hahaha I got you again!’ I’m Not falling for it” Tears came to your eyes as you thought about all the times he had tricked you, and how much it had hurt Rafael every time. You couldn’t get the heartbreak in his eyes out of your brain.

“....God, this is exactly what he wanted…” Rafael muttered. “Carino, it's me I swear to God you have to believe me-- Look I brought Chloe!” He gestured to Chloe who came running over to the two of you.

“...Oh my God, Chloe?” Your eyes widened in seeing your best friend for the first time in days. Usually you two were attached at the hip. He brought Chloe-- Nevada didn’t know about Chloe, did he?

“....Remember the penguins? I proposed to you with the penguins, and-- and I told you that it was my favorite place in New York, and I did that nutty musical number? I worked on that for WEEKS!!! Would Nevada know that?” You heard Rafael talking while you looked from Chloe to him. You took his head in your hands, searching his eyes. They were full of tears, searching your own eyes for the same thing. Love.

“....Rafa?” You whispered, wiping the tears from his cheeks. He took your hand and kissed the side of it.

“It’s me,” He pressed his lips to your forehead. “It’s me, mi amor,”

You grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. You could feel the difference now, between his mouth and Nevada’s. Rafael kissed you in such a loving, beautiful way. Nevada groped your mouth like a hungry shark. You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him several times on the neck, not getting enough of him. He ran his fingers through your hair as his lips did the same to your face and neck.

Suddenly, a lone clap came from behind you.

“Awwww. No es tan dulce?” Nevada came stepping out of the shadows. “The two lovers, finally reunited. Es tan hermoso,” He wiped away a non-existent tear.

“....What the hell …?” Rafael asked while he helped you both stand up, Rafael stood in front of you protectively.

“Well I had to get some ‘inside’ information didn’t I, cabron? I can’t have you feeding her information only ‘you’ would know to try and break a spell, ¿Correcto??” Nevada crossed his arms as several men came out of the shadows all around you.

“....Spell?” You blinked, trying to play dumb. How did he know about magic?

“Oh shit…” You heard Chloe whisper as she and Rafael exchanged a guilty look. They really should have thought about having that conversation in private.

“I visited your friend, Olivia. She told me where I could find some very interesting...concoctions,” Nevada smirked as he held up an orange vial.

“What? No...no no no!!!!” Rafael’s head darted back and forth as Nevada’s goons inched towards you. Two of them pulled out pistols and aimed them right at him while two more walked up and grabbed you, dragging you away from Rafael.

“No...No! RAFAEL!!!” You screamed, trying to get away from them. He tried to run to you, but two more grabbed him by the arms and put him on his knees.

“...I don't know what the hell it is but don't you dare give her anything else!!!” Rafael yelled as the two men that had you dragged you over to Nevada.

“Oh okay, well just because you said that SO nicely, abogado,” Nevada nodded sarcastically as he grabbed your face.

“Now, open up baby. I know you can swallow,” He smirked while looking between the two of you. You shook your head violently, but Nevada gripped your nose between his fingers preventing you from breathing. You held out as long as you could, but you finally had to gasp for air. As soon as you did so, Nevada poured the orange liquid down your throat. After a few moments, your irises flashed a deep orange.

“....Vada,” You looked at Nevada with dreamy eyes as Rafael stared in horror.

“Finalmente I can stop wearing those God awful trajes,” Nevada grinned, stroking your cheek softly before looking at Rafael.

“And y’know, your girlfriend Olivia really should have just opted for this mind control potion, it works so much more efficiently. Pero, if I had just made your little puta in love with me, I couldn’t get her to do this,” He turned to you. “Baby, go take care of that hijo de puta, para mi,”

“Anything for you, papi,” You nodded with a smile, then turned to Rafael with a deep raging fire in your eyes.

“Let’s dance abogado,” You growled.

“No! No, Y/N you can't do this! I'm not going to hurt you,” He pleaded with you.

“Well that sucks for you,” You lunged for him, but he grabbed you by your arms. “

“Hey no no no, look at me!” He forced you to look at him. “Remember the penguins? I took you to see the penguins and I--"

Nevada closed his eyes and changed your memory with his.

”Nevada took me to penguins and that's how we got engaged, you lying piece of shit!!!” You yelled at him.

“….Fuck that’s what he meant. Now he’s used that against me,” Rafael grunted in frustration as you wriggled in his arms. “Y/N you have to believe me you love me, not Nevada. You love me!!”

“No, I DON’T!!!!” You broke free and started to punch him, but he threw you to the ground.

“...You're going to regret that,” You sneered, getting back up.

“I already do!” Rafael began to cry. He didn't want to hurt you, but he had no other choice.

“Alright, break it up,” Chloe stepped in trying to reason with you.

“And who are you? His bitch?” You snarked at her.

“Oh God now what? I'm your best friend, Chloe! We’ve been friends since you moved to the city! forever I helped you get Rafael, remember? All the hijinks we had to go through? Y/N you're my best friend come on, remember!”

“....I don't know what the hell you're talking about bitch, but if you’re against Nevada, you’re against me!” You lunged for Chloe. Unfortunately for you, Chloe had no qualms about kicking your ass. She punched you, making you go down.

“Chloe what the fuck are you doing?!” Rafael yelled angrily at her.

“Wha-- she was trying to kick my ass!” Chloe defended herself.

Well as much as I enjoy this, I'm going to need a status on that transfer, Barba,” Nevada stepped in and helped you to your feet. You started to lunge for Chloe again but Nevada held you back.

“Down girl, you’ll get her next time,” He pulled on the collar of your dress like heeling a dog. You straightened up and walked into his arms. He draped one of them around you as he smiled triumphantly at Chloe and Rafael.

“Well if you would let me work instead of fucking with my emotions and fucking with my fiancé's head I might have some time to do it, tarado!” Rafael barked while glaring at the two of you. “Why are you even doing this, don't you want me to fight for her?”

“Yeah I thought about that,” He nodded, moving his arms around your waist and pulling you back into his chest as you smirked at Rafael.

“And having her on my side actually works out better for me, because you can't hurt me if I have her as my guard dog,” He chuckled, pulling you to face him as he gave you a hungry kiss.

“I swear to God, Nevada… I'll….” Rafael started to charge Nevada, seeing you all over him in person was ten times worse than having to witness it over a face call.

“You'll what?” Nevada challenged him with a laugh. "You gonna call your cop friends on your 'true love?!'” He air quoted true love with a mocking sneer.

“That's right she is my true love; and our love has beat stronger things than your manipulation or mind potions,” He spat as Nevada’s goons began to surround him again in case he tried anything.

"Oh I very much doubt that." He smiled wickedly as he looked into your eyes. "Go on baby, tell him why you chose me" He nodded at Rafael. You nodded back and stepped towards Rafael with hatred in your orange eyes. Nevada thought of the perfect speech to really destroy him.

"Nevada is a real man Barba, he's pleasured me in ways you can't even think of. Our love was fake, you just kept me under your own spell. Nothing we had was actually real, and you're just gonna have to get over this obsession you have with me." You crossed your arms and spoke with absolute disdain.

"No….." Rafael's eyes filled with tears more and more after every word you spoke. "No!" He grabbed you and pulled you towards him. Nevada’s goons started to go after him but Vada put a hand up.

"Ah ah ah, señores. This will be more fun," He grinned.

"Baby come on, look he's...he’s just going to let you go!” Rafael tried to get you to go with him.

"Please, carino…." He put both hands on your face but all he could see was orange in your irises. Now he knew how you must have felt at the church when he didn't remember you. But then he remembered how the real him was deep down inside, screaming to get out. You had to be there too.

“....Rafa…?” Your head began to pound, the orange in your eyes began to flicker as the real you tried to break through.

“Yes, yes Y/N Baby it’s me!” A small hopeful smile crawled across his lips. He started speaking as fast as he could to draw you out more.

"....Carino, remember you told me about your parents, and I told you about my dad, and-- We beat Liv, we've prevailed over anything that tries to tear us apart. And I know you are in there, because I know I was in my body too. Please baby please, oh god please, YN you have to remember!” He pressed his forehead to yours as he begged you with whimpers and tears.

“Baby…”? You bit your lip as you tried like hell to fight the potion. Rafael rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs.

“....If you go back to him now--I'll lose you forever. He’ll just keep using you against me, and I won’t hurt you!” He hugged you tightly, your arms slowly raised to hug him back. Nevada saw what was unfolding and quickly thought to himself “NO. YOU’RE MINE. HURT HIM.”

Suddenly the orange flared in your eyes once again, and you pushed him away from you.

“Well that's really unfortunate for you, douchebag. Because I can,” You took one swift kick to his stomach and he fell over to the ground

“Ohhhhh shit!!!!!” Nevada clapped his hands together happily.

"That was even more delicious than I could have imagined, this magic thing is the best. Thanks for the tip, bruja,” Nevada nodded at Chloe who just glared at him as she helped Rafael up on his feet.

"This isn't over," he growled.

"You're right, you still need to get me those transfers" Nevada reminded him. “....And I think that red head will help you out, I may have 'made up' with her for you," He added with a wink.

“Oh for fucks sake…” Rafael groaned. Now he had lost you and he'd have to break Liv’s heart all over again.

“Now I'd leave before I set my queen loose on you," Nevada cackled.

“Let's go Rafa, we'll figure something out,” Chloe pulled him away from you and out of the warehouse.

Rafael knew you were in there, he just knew it. He was going to get you back somehow.

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Mao Zijun Xing Fan Interview

Removing the “adonis of period-costume dramas” label, and returning to a Republican era drama

Before Killer and Healer (or KillHeal hence), Mao Zijun had not filmed a republican drama in a long time. For almost the past five years, the audience’s impression of him has been his costume dramas, such as Qin Wuyan from The Legend of Chusen, An Qinxu from The Glory of Tang Dynasty, Yin Yiren from The Legend of Haolan, and so on and so forth. Because most of his dramas are costume dramas, as it happens, offers that come to him are the costume dramas.

Thus, when an offer for KillHeal, a TV drama about “drug crackdown” set in Republican China, appeared before Mao Zijun, he accepted it without a second thought. “At the time, I felt that I didn’t want to keep shooting costume dramas.”

If “costume drama” is a tag the audience associates with Mao Zijun’s role and acting, we can also claim that “zen,” “placid,” and “easy-going” are impressions he leaves on most people. Other than for the purpose of promoting the broadcasts of his new dramas, he seldom appears in public. If he “wasn’t at home, [he’d] be hanging out, or watching movies.” To the public, it’s as if he’s been “spirited away.” As a regular whose name ranks on the “skilled actor without due fame” chart, regardless how many times he’s been asked about the matter, his response has always been “I really haven’t paid it much attention.” His response may seem like a pleasantry, but he means it from the bottom of his heart.

Mao Zijun knows that ever since he became an actor, his career has been successful for the most part without any major setbacks, and he’s met many great people along the way. From his first TV drama Beauty's Rival in Palace when he cooperated with Lin Xinru, he stumbled into the entertainment industry and was swept along despite his inexperience and unworldliness. Including Director Yu Zheng who was willing to give him the male lead roles for The Legend of Haolan and The Matriarch. “So I thought I’ve had good luck. I’ve met people who appreciated me and were willing to give me opportunities. I’m very grateful.”

Mao Zijun’s “zen” attitude, however, doesn’t extend to everything he does. When there’s a role he really wants, his “wolf-like ambition” is brought out. When it comes choosing projects, he doesn’t compromise either. “I think everyone has the desire to strive for things they don't have; regardless of where you are in life, you wish to become better, you wish that you can climb higher. It’s a never-ending climb.”

Regardless of whether he’s gained fame and popularity, or remains a fine wine waiting to be discovered, “becoming better” is a creed he lives by and acts upon.

- 01 - Shooting KillHeal was an effortless process

What made Mao Zijun “return” to KillHeal after a long separation from republican dramas was its story and Jiang Yuelou’s personality. Jiang Yuelou is a morally grey character: a police officer and Chief of the Inspection Department. He's made law enforcement and drug crackdown his lifelong war, and it’s an undertaking he’s willing to sacrifice his life for. Although a patient with manic depression (known as bipolar disorder in modern clinical terms)--which results in his irritable, violent, and stubborn personality and tendency to be a lone wolf--he’s upright at his core, and there’s a gentle side to him deep down.

When Mao Zijun saw the script, he knew that this character had a lot of potential and creative room to work with. Precisely because of the great amount of creative room, on top of Jiang Yuelou’s vivid and distinct personality, filming for KillHeal was a relatively easy-going process for Mao Zijun despite the character’s lifelong angst and suffering. The character was rich and human per se, “so there was no need to brood over some things,” and it could be rather realistically portrayed. By the same token, the more one could ease himself into character, the better the final results.

Many actors determine the difficulty of portraying a character by criterion of the character’s degree of complexity, or their own compatibility with the character. In this respect, Mao Zijun is somewhat different: his criterion is whether the character can spontaneously come to life in the mind’s eye. “When you’ve read the entire script and discover that the character is very vivid and lifelike--his motives, intentions, behaviour and course of actions, all of which constitutes his rich psychological wiring--you will be able to portray him with relative ease, and not based on whether he’s similar to you. “Compatibility is only one aspect.”

Even if you were to act a character completely different from yourself, “you can imagine yourself in his shoes--what he would say or do” because he’s such a vivid character. “You can effectively get into character.”

In crafting Jiang Yuelou, Mao Zijun largely relies on following the script, his character changing with the progression of the plot; as a result, Jiang Yuelou’s uncontrollable violence, uncompromising ways, and other destructive habits doesn’t extend beyond the character and affect the actor himself. Unlike other actors whose characters took a mental and physical toll on them, Mao Zijun isn’t a purely immersive actor.

“Filming for a movie may require more personal feelings and emotions, but for a TV series, I think it’s half-and-half. Except for particular emotional scenes, that is.” In KillHeal, for example, the emotion expressed through Jiang Yuelou’s eyes when he’s solving cases, or reaction to receiving news, are all achieved through acting techniques. But for scenes where he’s facing the death of his subordinates, his mother, his adoptive father, his brother, and other loved ones, his reactions and expressions of pain must be nuanced and highly faceted. Even for crying scenes, he must cry in widely differing ways. For these scenes, Mao Zijun must lend his own emotional faculties to the character.

However, he does not believe tears are the only way to express his character’s emotions. When his younger and less inexperienced co-star, Ian Yi, consults him about his worries of being unable to shed tears, Mao Zijun tells him, “Why must you shed tears? Tears do not mean everything. The more dramatic and emotionally heavy a scene is, the more you must relax yourself.”

Filming to Mao Zijun is in fact a creative process where he imagines the character, then completes him. Hence, for every character he has acted, Mao Zijun would forget about the character. In his next drama, he would similarly imagine the character, understand his character, and the cycle continues.

So far, he believes there has yet to be a character that requires a lot from him mentally and psychologically, or even one that took him a long time getting out of. But, he hopes he will encounter such a character; a character that can let him experience more, feel more, and empathize with more.

KillHeal was a project Mao Zijun worked on two years ago. Two years ago, he did everything he could to bring Jiang Yuelou into fruition. Looking back now, there are details that could be further refined or supplemented, but the current KillHeal is still to his satisfaction, from his performance and methods of expression, to the overall product that is his character. “As to whether it has met my expectations… Because the broadcast of KillHeal had been held off for so long, I was worried about if the drama would go out of date when it finally came out. But there haven't been such problems so there’s nothing else I’m unsatisfied with.”

- 02 - I’ve become increasingly sentimental

While Mao Zijun may not be a purely immersive actor, he is not a wholly rationalistic one either. It’s in his analysis of his characters and response after completing a character that is rational. This rationality is present in his logic, or his healing process after getting out of character, but not acting itself.

Rationality is perhaps a result of Mao Zijun’s own experiences and personality. He had no formal training in acting. He had good grades in high school, perhaps due to parental pressure and his own belief that good grades made life somewhat easier. After graduating from high school, Mao Zijun successfully got into Zhejiang University of Finance and Economics and majored in Auditing.

“Why had I chosen auditing? At that time, I thought auditing had good prospects. It wasn’t a complicated job either--I took math and the sciences in high school, so auditing isn’t hard.” After getting into university, his parents weren’t as strict as they were in high school, so he had the opportunity to “set himself free” and explore new options. Just like that, he started taking jobs for advertisements, and then acting.

“Beauty's Rival in Palace was especially looking for people to fill in roles at the time. Liu Che was an important character despite not having a lot of scenes, and they thought my appearance fit the role.” Mao Zijun laughed lightly, “Also because of my looks that I started acting.”

The profession of acting provided him with many new experiences, because every character was new and unlike the mechanical motions he had to go through everyday. “This is also the reason why I will persist on this path.”

As someone who changed career paths from the sciences to acting, Mao Zijun has never second-guessed his decisions. He thought of himself as lucky, and his path a smooth one. Many of his friends around him have changed their career paths because of setbacks or other reasons, but he hasn’t. His parents have given him understanding and support. “My parents would express their worries, but they would not try and make a decision for me. Every big decision I've made is my own choice.”

Mao Zijun is a Capricorn: steadiness and rationality are a big part of it. But because he’s been an actor for so long, he’s in fact becoming more and more sentimental. When he first started out in the industry, he would care about others’ views and opinions about him. But with time, they gradually ceased to bother him. This is one of the very few things that have changed about him since his debut.

As an actor with no formal training, but has still received praise and acknowledgement for his acting skills, he does not attribute it to natural talent. Instead, he attributes it to his own capacity for self-excavation. “I think as an actor, you are mining yourself (your talents and skills). For example, if you meet other good actors, good characters, you will be driven to tap into your natural talents. For many actors, rather saying they don’t have talent, they simply haven’t been given the chance to discover their potential.”

In Mao Zijun’s opinion, every actor has talent, it is only a matter of chance and whether they can encounter a great character.

- 03 - Try and lose the “let it be” attitude

Mao Zijun has been in the industry for more than ten years. Ten years’ time is enough to change the state of the entertainment industry and the actors in it. As a post-85 liner interacting with post-90s and -95s actors, he’s picked up a hobby of collecting tarot cards, and has been playing video games like Super Mario and Contra that came with the gaming console gifted to him by his fans.

Newcomers in the industry would abide to the instructions of senior artists and the director. If they met difficulties or discomfort in the process of the shoot, they could only learn to deal with it themselves. But the market has changed, with new genres, subject matters, and the actors, too, are young. These young actors can willfully express themselves and vent, unlike the older generation of actors who learned to put up with things.

These changes cannot be predicted. Just like how it happened in a few years’ time, when an actor may no longer have a large audience base like before--an audience who sits in front of the TV just to catch the airtime of a TV series. Mao Zijun, too, is no longer the unworldly and inexperienced newcomer he was.

If he had to draw a demarcation, he says it’s the year 2016. “Before 2016, although I was an actor by profession and had thought I took my job seriously, looking back now, I’d just been in a status quo of “passing time.” Life had been smooth for Mao Zijun: high school, university, getting a job. He hasn’t met any real obstacles. The efforts and hard work he thought he had been putting into his work were tantamount to what he could easily accomplish in his best and most favourable circumstances.

He strongly agrees with the view that actors need to experience pain and setbacks. But he thinks that’s only a part of it. An actor can experience some things, but he is not able to experience everything. To him, some experiences can be gained through reading novels. “The stories, including the thoughts and behaviours of characters, are enriching and detailed. If you’re not able to personally experience some things, you can experience them via other methods.”

Mao Zijun is a very carefree person. He takes on drama offers when he feels like it, and rejects it when he doesn’t. He’s content with hiding himself away from the public eye to take time off for himself. But now, even he doubts whether the “let himself be” attitude is appropriate. “I noticed that there was a gap, like the period of time after The Legend of Haolan finished airing to the airing of KillHeal now. During these two years, you had no other dramas on-air. Your fans want to see your new projects and content, but you couldn’t give them anything, yet they would still give you a lot of support. It would make you question, shouldn’t I be filming more projects for them?”

After questioning himself, Mao Zijun started taking on more projects. Even during the pandemic, he filmed a movie (no news yet), acted as a cameo in The Journey of Flower as the character Sha Qianmo, and filmed for The Matriarch. “Since my fans want to see me so badly, I’ll just have to act in more projects, I thought.”

In The Matriarch, he plays the role of Wei Liang’gong, a very kind, “moonlight” (unattainable) character--a character with all the wonderful traits and virtues of a person--much like the male version of Empress Fuca Rongyin from Story of Yanxi Palace (2018). “This costume drama depicts a very realistic portrayal of life during the period. Acting in this drama was more of a process of experiencing and feeling, using an everyday-life way of performing was quite nice.”

Mao Zijun doesn’t really care whether he’s famous or popular. Even to this day, other actors from the casts he’s worked with would offer him new projects. Speaking from this point, he thinks he’s lucky enough as it is. To him, a TV drama actor, a bit of fame and a lot of fame doesn’t hold much of a difference. In the long term, “fame” is only a matter of degree. “Unless you win an award--a prestigious film award, whether it be movies or TV films--how much fame is but a matter of quality.” What he must do now, and spare no effort, is to give himself more opportunities.

In retrospect, Mao Zijun has gotten the roles he wanted, and there’s really no regrets. What he desires perhaps lies in the future. Fortunately, there’s just enough time.

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