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faerievampling · 7 months ago

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Killing Time

Chapter 11: Stargirl

Pairing: Soft ascended Astarion x female vampire tav/reader

Summary: Astarion and you handle the aftermath of your captivity; a celestial patron comes to visit his favorite new warlock, and Lae’zel thinks the vampire couple need to get a room.

Warning: 18+. Mention of past SA. Light dub-con touching.

Word Count: 4.8k

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Angel’s sudden appearance causes quite the commotion, especially considering the second thing Angel said was regarding the lewd painting of you hanging on the wall; Astarion’s demanding you tell him who this strange, naked thing was in your bedroom, all while Angel plays with his hair, carelessly twirling a black strand around his finger.

“Oh yeah, I totally saved your girl!”Angel exclaims, his scarlet and golden eye twinkling, mirroring your own. You think Astarion is too stunned to speak. Angel wasn’t particularly threatening, but married men do not often take kindly to seeing other naked men so close to their marital bed, unless invited, of course.

You curl your hand around Astarion’s bicep, shamelessly taking a second to admire the hardness and shape of it before stepping in front of him, squaring yourself up to your patron. Your admiration of your husband’s body has you briefly ruminating on that drow, that shell of a man that you enjoyed. You can’t recall how he died.

“You tore off his jaw and ripped out his tongue, and then your spawn dismembered him and set him on fire!” Angel explains with excitement. “You were really screaming at that one, too, that pretty one. But I got outta there after a while. You sounded like a banshee! It was horrible~”

“He’s my patron. Not a very useful one,” You explain as Astarion grabs your hand, prompting you to swivel your head, meeting his gaze. You see the desperation in your husband’s eyes, his desire to know what all has happened to his beloved. “He removed the silver on one of my legs, and I freed him from some box in Geldon Moth’s weird museum before I attacked.”

“I unlocked the doors for you, didn’t I?” Angel replies, reaching for your hand before you can wretch it away from his grasp.

You hadn’t even noticed the doors beyond the first one that you had to use a scroll to open. “You promised to get me back to Astarion! I don’t even know how many vampires I had to kill with my bare fucking hands. And I was walking in the woods for hours!”

“Don’t be mad, girl. I knew you’d be okay. A master always finds his pet, and with all those ancient draconic magical barriers the dude had up, when he died, I knew your husband would find you. And he did, and you’re fine now, hurray!” Angel brings your hand to his lips, planting a kiss in your palm, causing Astarion to growl next to you.

“Don’t kiss my wife,” Astarion demands, baring his fangs as he gently tugs you to him, but Angel still holds onto your wrist, his grip only becoming more firm.

“Don’t be married to my favorite payee! Aha~” Angel smiles at Astarion, only making your vampire scowl deeper. “Listen, beautiful,” Angel looks to you.

“No-no, you listen –“ You start, but before you can continue, Angel interrupts.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about our little eye exchange! Please forgive me, Mrs. Ancunín,” Angel says, finding the intent of your words in your head, seemingly thinking it was a waste of breath. He doesn’t wait for you to respond before continuing.

“Anyways, I’ve got two things for you: a new task and a new pact boon, so c’mere,” Angel says as he tugs you closer, breaking you away from Astarion’s grasp. Angel’s touch feels like the first time you met him: warm, inviting…almost safe. His hands move to either side of your face, and you realize he’s about to kiss you.

Astarion lunges at him, but Angel is unaffected, having teleported across the room in the blink of an eye. Whatever form Angel has taken was rather powerful, and he simply raises an eyebrow at the two of you as Astarion pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you defensively.

“I’ve held my tongue and my arm because you clearly have some dealings with my wife, but you certainly won’t be kissing her, you mongrel,” Astarion’s voice comes out a deep growl, guttural, and you can’t remember the last time you heard him sound that way. “Keep your hands to yourself!”

“Your faces are just too pretty to be so stinky. Cheer up!” Angel practically twinkles, his radiance making you feel some sort of kinship for his light, deep inside of you. “I’m not gonna hurt her. I love Tav! I need her!”

“Don’t say you love my wife, either.”

“How could I not love her? I’m her God,” Angel’s arms fold, his almond eyes devastating you even from across the room. He has an air of eroticism about him, something that deeply stirs you and Astarion both. It has some particular effect on you, but you hardly understand it.

Despite this, you cling to Astarion, practically begging him not to attack Angel again: it just felt like a really really bad idea, and your gut churned at the thought.

“What do you need me to do?” Yousound measured, leveled, your stomach still bubbling with anxiety.

“Well, okay, see – there’s this relic I need you to get. It’s actually a sword, or a spear, and I just so happen to know exactly where it is!” Angel’s stare is fixated on you. “Go on. Ask me where it is.”

You grit your teeth. “Where is it?”

“The ruins of Baldur’s Gate!” Angel brings out his hands, allowing this to ruminate, but you and Astarion hardly react. “Oh, come on. That’s the old stomping grounds, right? I hear most of the statues of the six heroes and several of Grand Duke Ravengard still stand today.”

“Were you even alive when we lived in Baldur’s Gate? Were you even alive when it fell?” Astarion asks, his frustration apparent.

“Does it really matter? I need this weapon, and Tav is going to get it for me,” Angel’s composure falls for just a moment; you think he’s annoyed, maybe tired, but he hardly shows it. When he’s put the mask back on, the look in his eyes is one of desire.

“And now for the boon.” Angel slowly walks over to you, his hand outstretched towards you. You find yourself looking deeply into his eyes, the warm gold and the decadent crimson bringing you a sense of familiarity. You feel comfortable and seen, and you’re tempted to take his hand.

“What is this, Tav?” Astarion asks you angrily, his voice rasping in your ear.

“I think…I think I know,” You say, stepping out of Astarion’s arms. Astarion doesn’t hold you back, but he scowls deeper than ever, his eyes watering in anger and jealousy. A kiss must be part of the pact.

“You do know. The part of me that’s in you knows,” Angel says as his hand meets yours. “And the part of you that’s in me wants it. It’s just a little kiss…think of it as a team building exercise; although, there are more intimate ways we could do that.”

“You dare –“ Astarion begins.

“Astarion,” You interrupt, breaking your once locked-in gaze with Angel, turning to your lover. Astarion’s ears almost flatten as you look at him, his eyes rounding at you. You can tell how difficult this is for him: for you both.

“Don’t, Tav,” Astarion pleads. The desperation in his voice devastates you. He brings his voice to a whisper: “Please.”

You step back towards Astarion, away from Angel.

“She kinda doesn’t have a choice, if that makes you feel better!” Angel exclaims, his smile ceaseless. “Besides, what was the point of all of this if you won’t accept my full power? I know you want it, girl.”

You fight to hold your tongue at this last part; the tension in the room was already so thick with Astarion fuming next to you, you think arguing with Angel will only make it worse.

Astarion puffs his chest. “She won’t be doing anything until I’ve reviewed her contract terms.”

Angel is uncharacteristically silent. Astarion looks at you, and your face says it all. “Darling, do not tell me. Don’t you dare say that you don’t know.” Astarion’s face darkens, a shadow crossing over his eyes as he glares at you.

“I don’t know them.” You look at your feet as you say this. Your husband used to be a magistrate: he was educated in law and politics, oversaw many aspects of government in Toril, and to be very clear, was very very knowledgeable on contracts. The fact that his own wife didn’t think to ask about the terms simply angers him.

“I didn’t know what else to do. I was so desperate,” You explain, feeling something white and hot rise within you. “Must I explain myself to you?”

Astarion’s eyes widen at your irritation, but Angel hardly gives him time to speak.

“She was so desperate! So eager,” Angel says, twirling his hair with a finger. “Geldon Moth likes to break his toys. You’re lucky she’s even alive. Thanks to me, of course.”

The truth of his words slice through you. The sheer emotion Astarion puts off is cold, harsh, and you feel yourself tense up further, your nails digging into your palm. Angel doesn’t really seem to notice or care.

“Give them to me, now.” Astarion is a force to be reckoned with when angered, and you can tell he’s trying to be measured here.

“Tav, close your left eye. It’s been there the whole time!” Angel explains. “You just gotta, like, think about it and focus on it.” Angel takes a breath before muttering, “I think.”

“What in the hells do you mean by ‘I think’? Are you using my woman–“

“Your wife, Astarion, I’m your wife,” You interject.

“That you are. And you are my very life, Tav,” Astarion amends before turning to Angel. “My wife is your first warlock, isn’t she?”

Angel smiles, giving Astarion a wink.

You curse him under your breath as you cover your left eye with your hand, trying to focus on Angel and what he provided you. But on the inside, you don’t feel any different. Still coming to terms with the separation of your mind from Astarion’s, it was hard to feel anything but his absence.

But still, Angel didn’t lie. The words of the terms begin to appear before your eyes, glittering in cursive gold behind your lid.

“I can’t lie, you know,” Angel’s smile turns into a smirk, and it is almost smug – almost.

“That’s a myth.” Astarion crosses his arms. “Don’t spin tales to my wife like that. I won’t let her hear it. And don’t –“

“Before you say that next part, I can’t help reading minds. It’s something that never stops!”

“What in the hells, Angel,” You turn, interrupting the men’s banter, the churning in your gut making you feel sick.

****

Covenant of the Pleasurable Exchange

This document serves as a binding agreement between [True Name], hereinafter referred to as “The Patron,” a being of celestial descent and terrestrial fall, and Tav Ancunín, hereinafter referred to as “Mrs. Ancunín,” an ancient being of vampiric origin.

I. Granting of the Boon

The Patron hereby agrees to bestow upon Mrs. Ancunín a boon of significant power, the nature of which shall be determined by the needs and the will of The Patron.

II. The Sacred Exchange

The granting of the aforementioned boon is contingent upon the completion of a Sacred Exchange, to be carried out in two parts, detailed as follows:

The Twilight Kiss: Mrs. Ancunín shall bestow upon The Patron a kiss, symbolizing the merging of life and undeath. This act shall also initiate the transfer of energies between the two parties, allowing The Patron to feed off the sexual energy of Mrs. Ancunín, in a manner that sustains The Patron’s existence within the mortal realm.

The Aetherial Gaze: Mrs. Ancunín and The Patron shall exchange one eye each, symbolizing a deep understanding and shared vision between the realms of life and undeath. Other parts of the body may be exchanged with the mutual consent of The Patron and Mrs. Ancunín, the powers of which to be determined at the time of exchange.

III. Conditions and Responsibilities

Sustenance of The Patron: Mrs. Ancunín acknowledges the necessity for The Patron to feed off her sexual energy as part of the Sacred Exchange. This sustenance is limited to the energy produced through the act of the Twilight Kiss and any subsequent acts agreed upon by both parties, respecting the boundaries of consent and willingness. Other sexual acts may be performed to provide sustenance to The Patron.

Protection of the Shared Vision: Upon the exchange of eyes, both The Patron and Mrs. Ancunín are bound to protect the new vision granted by this covenant. The Patron and Mrs. Ancunín acknowledge the permanency of the exchange of eyes and all other bodily exchanges.

Secrecy and Discretion: The terms of this covenant, along with the powers and insights gained from it, shall remain a closely guarded secret, shared only between The Patron and Mrs. Ancunín.

IV. Termination

This covenant may be dissolved under conditions mutually agreed upon by both parties. However, the insights and powers gained shall remain.

V. Signatures

This covenant is sealed with a kiss, paid for by Mrs. Ancunín to The Patron on the date of 19 Ches, 3502 D.R.

****

“What the fuck. This isn’t okay,” Your words coming hurling from your lips as you bare your fangs at Angel. Sexual energy? Sustenance? The exchange of body parts? Secrecy?

“What? What does it say?” Astarion asks, his voice frantic as he puts his hands on you again, grabbing at your waist.

Angel smiles at you. “This is a fairly common contract, girl. And the secrecy clause is the only part of the contract you can talk about. Now that I’m free, I really do need that kiss.” Angel pouts, his eyebrows knitting together. “And you’ll really need the boon for your task, I promise you. One little kiss is all I need, and you’ll have your power. You’ll have to complete the task either way, ha~”

The white hot rage within you wells up to your chest. It hurts, tightening your muscles and making your bones ache, so much that it makes you want to scream, or maybe cry, you aren’t sure which.

“Get out of my face,” You sneer, your fangs bared. You’ve put yourself in front of Astarion. You felt so empty inside, you’re grasping at something to connect you back to yourself, the only thing yearning inside of you is the desire to offensively protect. “Get off my territory. Begone, son of Lastai!”

Angel tilts his head down, his eyes looking sharp. His pretty lips still hold his hallmark smile. “I can see you’re upset, Mrs. Ancunín. I’ll come back later.”

The moment he’s gone, you’ve given yourself over to Astarion, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him into a close hug. He immediately reciprocates, his arms firmly around you.

“I promise I will get you out of this,” Astarion whispers. He plants a wet kiss to the scar on your forehead, pressing the tip of his nose to your skin as he speaks.

“We did it for Wyll all those years ago.” Astarion pulls away from you, so that he can meet your far off gaze. His eyes are rounded, his eyebrows turned down with worry. “Remember him, my love?”

But your eyes are wild, because you can’t stop thinking that all of this is your fault. Astarion cups your cheeks, his thumbs gently rubbing at your temples.

“I don’t know what to do, Tav…” Astarion begins, but his words are failing him. “I love you. Nothing that occurred during your captivity could ever make me love you any less.” Astarion’s voice cracks, and you know he’s (trying not to) thinking of his own past.

“Love…” You say, as you too are at a loss for words. All you can do is gently caress his jaw as you bring his lips to yours, rubbing the tip of your nose to his after you’ve released yourself from a passionate embrace.

When you arrive at Astarion’s office, hand in hand with your forever love, Lae’zel keeps her face straight. Your appearance doesn’t frighten her, but fills her heart with sorrow. Your eye, your scars – Lae’zel can’t help but notice the long sleeves you wore and the marks that marred your neck. You were still beautiful, and the longer Lae’zel studied you, the more powerful and bright your aura became: you are more stunning to her than you’d ever been. And by the obvious way Astarion can’t take his eyes off you, Lae’zel knew he felt the same.

“I’m very relieved to see you, Tav.” Lae’zel smiles, her tone sweeter than usual. She brings you into an awkward hug, which you accept, patting her on the back. You really do mean it, this hug, and you’re relieved to see your old friend: but a touch that wasn’t Astarion’s was a touch that may not be safe. You briefly wonder if even your husband’s touch was safe.

You also wonder if Lae’zel’ blood is as thick and sweet as it smells…“I’m glad to see you too. Did you get that thing I grabbed for you?”

“I did. That was…” Lae’zel wasn’t about to hurt your feelings. You had grabbed Orpheus’s prison for her, which was something Lae’zel hadn’t particularly wanted, but she had a feeling you knew not what it was. “Thank you. I was glad to see some items from our adventure still remain.”

“It had githyanki letters on it. And it smelled like you, and I remember you being really concerned about it. I was concerned about it too, I’m sure. So I grabbed it.”

Astarion and Lae’zel look at each other, and you see the gith is trying to restrain her laughter. When you study your husband closer, you realize he too is trying not to laugh.

Stupid. You’re stupid. They also think you’re stupid. You frown, your eyebrows knitting together as you look at the two of them. “What? You both laugh because I can’t remember?”

Your question comes out sounding more angry than you intend. Lae’zel and Astarion look surprised at your outburst. Astarion has his hands on you immediately, softly petting and cooing at you to calm down, that they meant nothing by it.

“My love, you used to throw this relic around camp, kicking it into the dirt, cursing at the damned thing to open. You and Lae’zel would…” Astarion looks to Lae’zel expectantly.

“Smack talk. Shit talk, if you will,” Lae’zel adds with a light smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“The two would decimate this thing with your words,” Astarion explains. “And once we discovered the tentacled freak inside, you didn’t stop.”

“Thank you for bringing it to me, Tav. This symbolizes the very reason why we fight this war with Vlaakith,” Lae’zel speaks softly, offering you a smile. “I think Orpheus will find this very interesting.”

You take a deep breath, but you can’t shake your thoughts of the red dragonborn. “He called me stupid a lot. Because I couldn’t remember.”

Astarion’s shoulders tense, but he says nothing.

“But he could?” Lae’zel asks.

“Yes.”

Lae’zel pauses, having to find her words. “His estate is in ash. We attempted to scout the area as much as possible, but the underground part of the palace is completely inaccessible.”

“You’re saying everything is gone?”

Lae’zel nods. “It’s hardly safe for anyone to go down there.”

You let your memories mull within you, trying to decide whether you should share. The past is so painful, and you knew it would hurt if you started to talk about it.

“He had so much stuff down there. He had been collecting for a long time,” You say as you walk over to lounge on Astarion’s daybed. It was luxurious and comfortable, but it was apparent it hadn’t been lived in. Astarion sat at your feet, putting your bottom half in his lap. You think this position may be a little intimate to be doing in front of Lae’zel, but you know Astarion only means to hold you in some way. He sighs as he unlaces your shoes (annoyed after having just laced them for you), revealing your freshly polished toes, one hand resting at the arch of your foot, the other wrapped around your calf.

Astarion had given you the pedicure himself. The job wasn’t quite perfect, but he thought you looked pretty regardless. “You’re so perfect.”

Lae’zel sits at Astarion’s desk, crossing her arms, getting down to business. If she didn’t stop this sappy love fest, it would never end. “We will have more time for a reunion later. The others who remained at the crèche have already made their way to Fort Lash’ki, a city nestled deep in the Astral.”

“We won’t be returning to the Crystalline Spire?” You ask as you lightly kick at Astarion, who has run his finger up your foot teasingly, trying to make you smile again. When you finally relent, flashing him your fangs as you laugh, Lae’zel is relieved to see Astarion’s own smile. But it made her realize that Astarion truly doesn’t see anyone but you, and you hardly would see anyone but him, reminding her of the past: of when she first realized you were no longer hers.

Lae’zel glares at Astarion for failing to tell you. She expected this, but it irritates her just the same. “No. The plan was to fly to the Astral after the banquet, and there have been many moons since then.”

“But –“ Astarion begins.

“But you demand that we cannot leave until we find some solution for the silver, I know.”

“And there’s also another little kink in our plan,” Astarion’s smirk nearly fails him.

Your eyes are shifting to your right leg. Angel’s influence has you staring at it. Is this an offer? Before Astarion can continue, you blurt,“I think we should ask Angel to remove it.”

Lae’zel releases the greatest sigh known to man. “Explain.”

****

The meeting with Lae’zel took more out of you than you were willing to admit, but Astarion notices, pushing back your reunion with your warriors, the two of you retreating to your bedroom once more.

“My leg burns,” You say; you can’t help but look at Astarion expectantly, as if he has the magic key to your freedom from pain. “It hurts.”

“I know, my love. I’m sorry,” Astarion lays you down, bringing you some wine to take off the edge. “You’ve moved it a lot today. Just try to rest for now.”

Astarion gathers you in his arms, which you joyously accept, the warmth of his body sending shivers down your spine. The two of you are like puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly as you both reach a level of comfort that could only be achieved with one another. You sit in silence for a while; Astarion hums a tune to you, your eyes beginning to close as you nearly drift off.

But your mind remains disturbed. “I’ve never felt more physical pain in my life than when I woke up with one on each limb.” But after just a beat, your courage fails you : “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Your voice comes out weak as Astarion brushes through your hair with his fingers, his nails lightly trailing against your skin.

“That’s alright,” Astarion replies, his voice smooth and soft.

You turn over, facing him. The two of you lie down on your side, where you gaze deeply into his eyes for some time. You’re trying to read each other, to see into one another’s soul.

“I love you, Star.” You say, remembering how you spoke those words aloud before you fought Moth, not knowing if you would ever see your husband again. Astarion doesn’t try to hide the tears in his eyes, and you swipe a thumb across his cheek before popping it into your mouth, tasting the salt of his tears.

As you rest, Astarion finds himself unable to stop staring at the remaining silver band on your body. He tries to busy himself, massaging you or reading to you throughout the day, but it bothers him to no end. One hand idly rubbing the arch of your foot, Astarion inspects the band closer, whispering a few spells to try to pinpoint the magic – nothing he and dozens of practiced wizards and healers hadn’t already tried before.

Later, after a quiet dinner, Astarion reads to you before you fall back to sleep. The sensation of the constant burning is exhausting to you, and you were sleeping far more than a vampire should.

Astarion has laid out his studies on the floor of your bedroom, a couch cushion as a seat as he sorts through his best knowledge bases. He runs his hands through his hair, trying to focus on the task at hand: gathering what information he could on celestial contracts.

The kiss is part of the contract. Astarion knows that is fairly common, especially for a celestial hailing from the pleasure domain. Angel must get something from the kiss, Astarion knows. But the exchange of eyes. That can’t be common: self sacrifice is, but an exchange?

The last of Astarion’s focus leaves him as you murmur something incoherent in your sleep, rolling over onto your back. Astarion jumps up from his cross legged position, sitting at the edge of your bed as he studies you.

You had wanted to cover up during your visit with Lae’zel despite Astarion’s assurance of your beauty. But now, as Astarion watches you sleep, he was never more sure about your exquisite appearance.

You slept in just panties and one of Astarion’s old linen shirts. You had one leg out straight while the other was bent, resembling a ballerina. Adorable. Your hands were thrown above your head, having long abandoned your pillow.

Astarion can’t help but slide his hand beneath your shirt, feeling your soft, supple skin, doing his best not to wake you. He pushes his nose into your hair, breathing in deeply, taking your scent in. He wants to taste your blood: he’s craving it, so deeply it makes his mouth water and his fangs ache with anticipation.

You stir, nuzzling into him further. Excited by your reciprocation, Astarion begins to pepper kisses on your face, careful not to bother, while also feeding that desire within him to make you his once again. Just knowing you were here to freely touch, to kiss, to hold. His cock is so hard it’s almost painful, and he wants to be enveloped in your wet, gummy walls. He knows you’d be so tight, so delicious, and he’s already imagining the smell of your arousal.

But it had only been a few days since your triumph, still weak from the silver and the fright of it all. Astarion taking you during the heat of your arrival was one thing, but he knew this was another. Trying to take you now would be wrong of him…wouldn’t it?

Astarion fights his intrusive thoughts, the one that wants to open you up, force his way through to you. He imagines you fighting a great red beast away, only to be overpowered and taken. The other intrusive thought, the one where you are moaning, whimpering, coming for a handsome man, one far larger than Astarion himself, cuts into him almost just as deep.

His desire to dominate fills his entire being. Astarion blames his nature as your master as his hand comes to rest at the base of your throat, his other hand tangling in your hair. “I miss you, my love.”

His words are meant to rouse you, to wake you so that he could conquer your body. But when your eyes open, you’ve grabbed him, the two of you flying across the room as you bring him to the ground, your legs straddling his torso. Astarion hadn’t anticipated your movement but tried to protect you as much as he could, his own body hitting the ground with a loud thump. Your knees knocked into the marble, but Astarion saw no signs of pain in your eyes, only fury.

No. That isn’t right. Because he can see the sadness and pain within you, and it foamed so close to the edge that it was spilling over. Astarion begins using his words to calm you, because he was good at it, and he didn’t know how else to comfort you if you wouldn’t accept his touch or his cock.

“It’s me, you’re alright, I’m sorry I woke you, please calm down–”

You bare your fangs as you back away from him, your eyes darting wildly around the bedroom before you swiftly turn into a bat. You fly towards the open balcony, Astarion following you in tow.

****

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mydysfunctionalvampirefamily · 1 month ago

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Goddamn why does dark Selina have to be so cool??

Suarez can freeze dark Selina???? That is badass.

My God Ira is rolling so well. 27 dice of damage? That is insane.

Did he just strip Reiss of his perfect clarity easy peasy? Yes! Anything to make Reiss look like the loser he is.

Goddamn Arabella is also very cool. Team astral is going strong.

Ira not wanting Arabella to associate with him. 😂 I'm glad they can still laugh and be a little silly in all this.

Noo they counterthaum his thingy??? Oh they failed.

Reiss failed!!! Yay! I really hope he dies the most pitiful death. Like that people almost don't even care.

Noooooo they possess Eden??? Not our baby! How dare they. 🥺

Apocalyptic form??????????? Oilblsck owl wings, 2 extra arms?? Demon horns??? Extra eyes???? I am cackling. This is def unhinged final battle shit. 😂😂 Also understandable why he didn't use this before, this is not subtle.

Omg the reactions. I don't know I'm ready. 😭

"Oh god." 😭 Wynn bb.

"Miles isn't selfish." 😂 he said that with a straight face too.

Wait who shot Suarez? One of the blsck hand guys?

So basically this roll will mean we might have a season 3 Johnny boss fight??? Plz No. Thank fuck!

-10 on the dice pool??? Wtf Dark Selina?? For someone who loves to fight you don't want to be hit. Kind of mid if you ask me.

13 successes???? That's my boy!!!!! Hell yeah Johnny!!!! Okay she rolls 7 successes but still!

She soaks 11 and she halves all damage?? Goddamn! That is fucked up. Like I know she is powerful but fuck!

46 dice blood pool???

Garrett rolling so bad for her blood pool 😂😂😂 that is so funny.

Wait what??? Why is she all of a sudden getting 6 agg? Me so confused. But I mean I'm not mad about it.

Uhoh this sounds like a Lasombra black hand person.

Okay I know I'm late in asking this in the last episode, hlbut how is lethal damage less bad than agrivsted damage? That makes no sense.

Johnny just got 9 blood? Woah! So tenah is sacrificing herself rn, right?

Oh god Suarez dead and headless?? Brutal.

I feel like Johnny saving the life of the werewolf is so pivotal, maybe not in actual combat but in showing who Johnny is as a person.

Oh, I guess I should have said trying to save the life of that lupine.

Everything goes black??? He dies???? Hahaha haha I'm not laughing hysterically and panicked, you are!

Noooooo!!!! Not just like that?!!?? Wtf 😭😭😭 I somehow assumed Johnny would live. He's such a beast. Now who's gonna kill dark Selina?!?

Also remember 3 lines ago when I said the choice might not be pivotal to this fight. Well I was definitely wrong.

I am screaming!!!! What if Miles made a final deal to get Johnny back oml 😍😍😍

Rebecca trying to be a good girl and reminding Lex of Selina powers and being rewarded with the knowledge that it's a presence power. 🥰

She soaks 11??? Damn. Britta is trying her hardest. 😭

Wow dark Selina, jealous of Britta in all this? That's wild. Also spreading Britta's bosyparts across the state like some fucked up treasure hunt is highly messed up!

Dark Selina is so petty. 😂😂😂 "Your father is dead, shut up."

Come on Miles, baby! What's one more deal for your boo? AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH (I scared my dog I screeched that hard)

He can fucking teleport???? I'm sorry, demon Miles is fucking dope. Even the demon portals are kind of a charm.

Holding someone up in the air by the neck.

The fucking shocked Gasp from Rob when Lex said Neil 😭😭😭 I'm immediately crying.

(the line: "the only thing that makes sense to you is that wherever you are, Neil is there." is gonna be such a lifeline for shippers to cling to.)

Johnny, baby. 😭 The hug. The conversation. I don't know why, but I wasn't ready for this.

Remember when we were laughing at Wynn sending tremere to their room and not sobbing? Good times.

Omg I kind of forgot about the Johnny resurrection. Damn poor Neil all alone again.

Johnny can control his frenzy???? Woah!!! Kill this bitch!!!

"Save them, I've made the deals I needed to." Stop! 😭

The glee in Tim's voice killing these people.

Noooooo the oubliette!

Wait now she has jess and Eden???

😂😂😂 They're in the last battle of the world and they're arguing about if they need to scrap movie night from the curriculum.

Ira is such a badass.

Noooooo Reiss!!!!, now she's gonna eat the girls.

No nono nono Reiss cannot leave! He needs to die!!!

Yaaaaay fire damage!!

YESSSSSSSAAA HE FUCKING KILLED HER!!! SHE'S FUCKING ASSSSHHHHJ BABY!

Okay now that I've cheered and all that I'm basically only halfway through this episode. Uhoh!

Omg Weathers????

Johnny and the fire flower.

"He ran away." Wynn plz 😭

"Miles thinks you should do that can you change your line, Miles?" 😂

Wait why are we taking Delgado?

Thank you, Miles! I mean I get the complicated relationship Johnny but wild to just bring him.

Wynn is not taking Neil's death well, not that I think she would. But she's angry.

AAAAAAAHHHHH is he gonna drink her??? Yes pllleaase!!! Noooooo whyyy you gotta be sensible??? 😭

Johnny going from angry to soft at Miles. "Friends till the end." 😭😭😭

If they know the weapon that kills Selina, why do they need pendragon just go to Hartford and get it?

The Britta/Johnny hug 🥺🥺🥺 (I know someone who is gonna Love this)

This is a testament to how insane shit has been that I had already forgotten that Wynn had to choose between Neil and Britta back then.

Not the almost childlike hope of Johnny that they can just find Neil's ghost and solve this.

"and tries to tell herself to get up, because he's not coming to help her." excuse you! I'm walking my dog and crying rn. I thought we might have a quick break where I could be in public and listen to this goddamn podcast!

Miles trying his best to sound so casual up on the rooftop. But still hoping there is a way. Saying he doesn't think he can stay instead of full out saying he can't. Damn.

Even in this moment you cannot unravel your emotional constipation???? God fucking damnit Miles!!!

You're making me fucking cry about cigarettes??

Britta: I don't know if I like being called a death assassin

Wynn: I don't know what other kind there is.

Touche Wynn. 😂

Why does it sound like they are kind of leaving Britta behind? That would be fucked up.

Johnny and his girls though, how perfect would that be? Okay good Britta is gonna get to do her own thing by her own choice instead of just being left behind. 😂

Yaaaaay Britta finally saying she is good at something! Only took us 100 episodes to get her to recognise her potential.

Miles' final piece of accounting advice: it's your car, you can paint it any colour you want.

Uhoh. UHOH. Noooooo. We knew this was coming, but it's still so freaking sad. Fucking Lucinde, why is she just the worst? Even when she's gone she is still ruining this. Why not let them have one last night together? One last group hug. Wynn fearfully begging Miles to go and make sure she never finds him.

Miles still taking care of all of them though, making sure they have papers and money.

If I'm gonna be honest I kind of assumed/hoped we would just kill Lucinde before this was an issue.

Jessica is so awesome. (this is a compliment! Before we have a whole John is so cool thing all over again. 😂)

I cannot believe John Fucking Reiss is still alive!!!! I stfg! That was my only hope. That he'd die. 😂

What the fuck??? Roman Pendragon did a TV interview covered in blood??? 😂😂😂😂 Sorry that makes me crack up. That is insane.

"I'll miss you most of all, scarecrow." 😂

"... Into the dark." idk why but those last three words gave me goosebumps. I can't believe it's done.

Also on the one hand I'm glad Miles is alive, but idk maybe it's because I so assumed he'd would for sure die. And I hoped he'd die sacrificing himself. But if I really let go of my obsession with bringing Miles pain and being the idea of him and Arabella like that is kind of funny. Also the fact that Zofiel always gets his way is amusing. I also know that alive is aparently a stretch after that ritual.

The not my name?!? Omg

#path of night podcast #pon liveblogging #season 3 #Episode 100 #Long post

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uh-niran-really · 23 days ago

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SymWeaver - It wasn’t your fault

Content: Grief, Violence, Character Death

Word Count: 650+

A/N: Craved some SymWeaver Angst so finished off this draft I had. This could either be platonic or romantic, but I think it’s more tragic if they were romantic.

It wasn’t your fault….

Niran paced around in the waiting room tears streaming down his face. It all went wrong, he was suppose to protect everyone. He tried his best.. He tried.. He tried so hard..

It’s all your fault….

She had been amazing the whole mission. She always was. He was careless. He took his eye off her for one moment too long as she drifted too far from his reach.

It wasn’t your fault….

She wandered off, thinking Niran was right behind her. Nulsector were everywhere, it was easy to mistake sounds for others..

It’s all your fault….

By the time he realised what happened she was surrounded. He panicked fumbling over his feet trying so hard to get to her.

“SATYA!”

He watched in horror as she turned to look at him, her face standing out most in the commotion. Beautiful, regal, elegant. Time slowed down as he heard a robotic voice yell out.

“SUFFER… AS I HAVE!”

It’s all your fault….

He attempted to throw a platform at her feet, misjudging the placement causing her to trip over it as it appeared, messing up her teleport. The omnic pummelled her hard, straight to the chest, enough to knock the air out of her lungs and send her falling back. Nanobots wisped around her, clouding her vision, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t think straight.

It’s all YOUR fault….

Niran aimed his biolight at her, trying to heal her wounds but it was no use, it hit the nanobots healing them instead. Niran cried out in fear not knowing what he could do to save her. He couldn’t kill the Omnic. Not in time anyway. He needed to pull her out, but he couldn’t see her now, the Omnic had pummelled her again, sending her flying back behind cover. The blood splats were enough to drive him mad.

IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

He rushed forward swotting at the nanobots and diving to the side getting a lock on her body before pulling her towards him. Her body was wet, dripping with her own blood. He tossed a platform at his knees lifting them both into the air, temporal safety.

“Nir-“

“I have you!! I’m going to sav-“

The platform began to break and he panicked. He the Omnic was hitting it from below causing the structure to start shattering. He cried out in fear of losing her, before Satya lifted her left hand and dropped a teleporter on the platform, pushing him through it. The teleporter was unstable, it wouldn’t work for both. Niran screamed as he was forced through the gate, watching it snap shut behind him. Realising what she had done.

“SATYA!!!!”

He watched in pure terror as the platform shattered and she fell right into the crowd of Omnics, who waited for her so eagerly at the bottom.

IT’S!!!!!!! ALL!!!!! YOUR!!!! FAULT!!!!!

She was barely alive when he found her, body broken and battered, not breathing, heart rate dangerously shallow. Not even Biolight could save her. She was rushed to hospital, Dr Angela Ziegler on hand to do everything she could to save her life. He paced around in the waiting room, tears falling so freely. Panicked. Reliving the hell all over again.

“Please don’t leave me…”

The sound of heels clicked down the hall, the tension rising for everyone who waited for news of their loved ones. His face snapped to a figure standing softly in the corner watching him.

It WASN’T your fault..

She was gorgeous, bright and ethereal. So familiar yet unrecognisable. He reached out to the women unsure why, but he felt like he needed to. She smiled softly looking down at her hands, stimming. His mind was foggy but he couldn’t have sworn it was her.

Time stood still, he watched as she regained her composure, picking up the courage to look at him again, her soft smile turned bright and gorgeous. Her eyes full of adoration.

It WASN’T your fault..

Niran bit his lip, trying to compose his emotions. But oh was she so beautiful. It was so unlike her to display such emotion in public. She was often so calm and collected, reserved. He hardly cared, she was safe and they could be together again.

“Satya..”

“Niran..”

He looked up to see Dr Ziegler standing there, devastated. She had come straight from the operating room..

“I’m sorry… She’s gone.”

#lifeweaver #overwatch #fanfic #niran pruksamanee #overwatch niran #satya vaswani #symweaver #angst #no happy ending

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xx-just-c-xx · 1 year ago

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Thai dancer ghost!Yuu or Ratri!Yuu

From game: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Cater, Leona,Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Epel, Idia, Malleus and Sebek

Writer's note: I never saw anyone did this so here I am, do this for Halloween day

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•Ratri!Yuu is first Thai and second is already dead

•And the things is... that nobody thought that Ratri!Yuu is dead

•why? well Ratri!Yuu can bleeds and ghosts in school can not

•So they all thought Ratri!Yuu is human

•Haha...

•They thought all wrong—

•How did they found out

•It all happened when before Halloween week 3 days

•Ratri!Yuu wants to find a reason for her to wear Thai tradition clothes well specific Thai dancer costume

•Being friend with Cater did get a lot of info about Halloween

•So Ratri!Yuu think of a little game for everyone in NRC to play

•Ehe~...

•In the next 2 days

•All over the school have a lot of mannequin that is wearing Thai dancer costume

•"Why there is a lot of mannequin?" Ace said

•"Yeah.." Deuce said

•"For a little game I have planned"

•ADeuce scream like a school girl

•So finally that Ratri!Yuu told everyone

•The game is that everyone in NRC(yes even the stuff as well) will have wooden stick but the housewarden and vice-housewarden will have a special knife too

•"Child of man? why do we need this wooden stick and this knife that only housewarden and vice-housewarden have?" Malleus ask

•"Oh Hornton that knife, it a holy knife and why you all need it, it because I'll teleport to one of the mannequin and you need the wooden stick to stab the mannequin and then use the holy knife to cut mannequin to not let me teleport and take your /life/"

•"W-what" Idia said

•"You can teleport?" Riddle said

•"Of course I can teleport Riddle-san"

•"What are you?" Azul said

•"I'm a ghost, did all of you never know"

•"Well you can bleeds and ghost can not bleeds!!" Ace said

•"That is the most stupidity reason I have heard in my life as a ghost and when I was human"

•(Because it is)

•Now time skip to the first day of Halloween

•First who have lost their /life/ is Cater, Leona and Sebek

•How?

•Well Cater want take pictures of Ratri!Yuu teleport and forgot what to do next, Leona somehow lost the wooden stick and Sebek was surprised the way Ratri!Yuu teleport it make him shock

•Halloween week want on it was great until...

•The unruly visitors come...

•Oh boyyyyyyyyyyyy

•Ratri!Yuu was mad at the one of the visitors if Malleus wasn't there

•Blood will happen

•Why Ratri!Yuu was so mad?

•Well one of the visitors take one of costume off from mannequin and try on

•Without asking Ratri!Yuu permission

•"ไอ้คนไร้มารยาทไม่รู้จักกาลเทศะเอาชุดคนอื่นมาใช้โดยไม่ขออนุญาต ไอ้เฮี้ย—" and more thai curse words that I couldn't think more

•Ortho translate it, well here the translate ↓

•"You bratless person who doesn't know the tact and uses other people's clothes without asking permission, you bastard—"

•Haha- when Ortho translate by saying it out loud Idia was in surprised that he had to shut down Ortho before he said more curse words

•And now it that time the Revenge, well not by killing the visitors, no no no by putting some shows..

•First that the students told all the visitors that "Be careful today, the spirit of the dancer is not happy so please you have to stay with the NRC student for your safety, please do not go alone without any NRC student"

•Let the show begins

(I will only do some dorm not all because I don't think some other dorm would need Ratri!Yuu to help)

Heartslabyul:

•After the act of Heartslabyul end the unruly visitors trying to escape but saw one of the mannequin

•"What a beautiful dress" One of the unruly visitors said and going forward the mannequin

•Then they heard music that's so unfamiliar to them

•The mannequin slowly turning into a female wearing the dress that the mannequin have

•"Oh my~ I didn't think I'll found some human~" then Ratri!Yuu's face slowly have blood dripping down

•All the unruly visitors was so afraid that they all run away as soon as they have saw Ratri!Yuu

•"Hahahaha the face looks ridiculous" Ratri!Yuu said "Well time to go next one"

Savanaclaw:

•This happens when the unruly visitors cannot move and Jack had walking pass them

•Music appear, it the same song

•Mist appear and then Ratri!Yuu slowly walking towards the unruly visitors

•"You human can sometime be stupid, it's time come to for your human life— Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

•It's someone from Savanaclaw who is behind Ratri!Yuu it seems that he stab Ratri!Yuu with the holy knife(That Leona give because he is /dead/)

•After Ratri!Yuu got stab she slowly turned into a mannequin

•"Oh that work?" The Savanaclaw student said and act like he just saw the unruly visitors "Didn't everyone said all visitors need to be with one of the NRC student"

•After the unruly visitors finally can move again all of them run away

•Ruggie and Leona laugh

•"That was a great show that our Freshman did and so as Ratri!Yuu" Leona said

Octavinelle:

•This happens in the middle of Azul and Jade's act

•The light was flashing, music appear

•"Oh? a human as a mummy? today is really interesting~"

•Azul know what will happen to him

•Ratri!Yuu slowly walking towards Azul and /kill/ him ("this is a payback Azul-san" Ratri!Yuu think to herself)

•The unruly visitors saw what happens, they was so scare

•Ratri!Yuu look at all the unruly visitors directly with killing eyes

•All of them ran away from the workshop

•"Hahahahahaha" Ratri!Yuu and Jade laugh so hard

•Azul slowly stand up with blood all his body

•"I hate you all" Azul said

Finally when it come to the end

•when all the unruly visitors is in front of the gate of NRC they heard that song again, they look back now is shock seeing Ratri!Yuu slowly coming closer to them

•They scream so loud

•"Why you all leaving, we were having so much fun today~"

•All of the unruly visitors quickly running away leaving the NRC

•Ace come out and laughing

•"You didn't have to go that far Ratri!Yuu" Jack said after coming out from hiding

•"Jack~ look at their face so scared of me like I'm gonna killing them for real~"

•"Well one of the act you did /kill/ Ashengrotto-senpai" Deuce said after coming out from hiding as well

•"It was a payback what he did to me"

•"You mean when Azul-senpai eat your fried chicken?" Epel said coming out as well

•"It my fried chicken that Azul ate"

∴♢🎃♢∴-∴♢🎃♢∴-∴♢🎃♢∴-∴♢🎃♢∴-∴♢🎃♢∴

Hope that anyone who reading this have a great halloween so let me say ones more time

🎃Happy Halloween everyone🎃

#twisted wonderland #twst ratri!Yuu #twst ace #twst deuce #twst riddle #twst cater #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst jack #twst azul #twst jade #twst epel #twst idia #twst malleus #twst sebek #halloween #twst halloween #happy halloween #thai

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aajjks · 7 months ago

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Hello… I’m back with the angsty dreams again… -🧋

Bubble anon is so good that I had a dream about the oldest daughter. There is a man which is a king that was after her. He is from Ireland, and he wants the daughter of King Jeon Jungkook and Queen Jeon Y/N but there is a twist. They have been fighting and fighting (for God knows what) and the girl keeps rejecting him so he took matters in his own hands and serves food from his land, slowly making them cast under his spell. (He isn’t a witch but he uses their energy so he can be more feared)

So when your oldest daughter comes to you, Jungkook and you don’t believe her. She even tries to get you both to snap out of it. Jungkook of course slaps her but it is like he isn’t in control and he is under the influence of a spell.

Jinseoul is the only one who believes her and he gets upset as well because he knows you both would have taken her side. With the stress of ten kids (you are pregnant with your tenth kid) and the spell it’s too late for the child to get them to be on her side.

They even go to Isuel ( I think that’s how you spell her name) to see if the girl is pregnant and she is, but no one believed her. The Irish mad king is finally got his clutches on your eldest daughter.

This mad king made it seem like she was a rebel and it was her who wanted him. Of course they blame Jinseoul (because it is after the time where he gets a girl pregnant and the girl wanted the king for herself… I think)

Isuel sees the whole thing go down in confusion… and asks Jinseoul if he has seen anything wrong with the drinks and food. He told her that he did not eat but he did see things that he was allergic to, so that saved him from eating it.

Jungkook fed up with his eldest daughter tells her to pack her bags and leave and never to see them again, he even says “You have the audacity to call me dad? You were never my daughter.”

You also chimed in with “I wish I never had you, why are you even here, you are supposed to be an example for the children.”

(Again I know they would never do this but it’s in my dream and I felt helpless because it is through a teenagers eyes)

Six months of abuse and psychological torture your eldest daughter never gives in, she never blames her parents, she never ate anything that could make her comply with him. She knows he manipulated something to get her parents on his side.

Once she gets married people look at her in compassion because they hate this man she is marrying due to the fact he only cares about himself. They had to cake on makeup on the face of someone who looks crestfallen and hopeless. She is in Ireland, and she is about to marry someone who enjoys taking the life out of her.

Jungkook walks her down the isle with a stiff face as if he is trying to fight something, but your eldest daughter doesn’t see it. She is trying not to cry and survive, she has been silenced, she doesn’t get a say at all. She knows her dad is in there somewhere. Jinseoul wasn’t invited to the wedding due to the fact the king was scared that he would make others aware of him.

Jinseoul kills people to get into the wedding, then he sees the most horrifying thing is his little sister getting slapped by her supposed husband in front of everyone because he knows how strong willed she is even when her back is against the wall, he knew she said no. Isuel warned him but he feels like a man with nothing else to loose. He does feel guilt for setting an example but his little sister passes out and he cries a war cry and beats him up but he remembers what Isuel’s friend who teleported him here said “Make sure you leave his soul for me to eat, he has been using us when we are supposed to protect you humans. That monster of a humanoid will be a pleasure to eat.”

Jinseoul screams at everyone to back away and he throws his sword back to his pants but he really wanted to aim it at his father’s feet, yet he is going to protect his sister. He cradles her head and her head lollies to the side as if she is dead. She is very limp in Jinseoul’s arms as he yelled “NURSE!! I NEED A NURSE, PLEASE MY LIL SISTER NEEDS YOU!”

The witch that appears out of thin air comes to collect that madman’s soul. So she chants something and it like a veil has been lifted only to make everyone remember everything they did and said. Especially to the parents of the bride to be.

You both are on your knees crying and Jungkook is in rage within himself, how could he do that to his precious daughter, he even remembers how she used the safe word they gave her which was “teacup”

He remembers how Jinseoul punched him and scream “TAKE THAT BACK TAKE THAT BACK YOU FREAKING MADMAN! YOU DONT MEAN IT!”

He remembers what she said

“dad, please please teacup teacup.”

“No no please I didn’t do that! Please believe me, I would never get pregnant! I was pressured and threatened!”

You remember what you said to your daughter

“I wish I never had you” and the look on her face is etched into your memory.

You both run to see Jinseoul stand protectively at his sisters feet. He looked at you both with pure rage and pulled out his sword as if to say “You are disturbing my sister, get out.”

Once she finally comes to, Jinseoul is on his feet asking questions. She remains silent for a moment and tries to speak, but her voice is gone. Jinseoul tries to cheer her up but the tears and little smile on her face made him almost break. He is hurting for his sister and himself, if he would have stopped them from eating something or drinking anything while that mad king stayed then everyone and everything will be alright but no he done goofed up.

His sister is a shell of herself as he hears her cry out in pain, he makes sure that she isn’t giving birth. She isn’t which makes him sigh in relief. He does take blame because his sister went through somewhat what he went through.

She then speaks softly and slowly “I- I do- don’t blame…them. T-they weren’t o- our parents.” She winced at the tremble of her voice and how it hurts to talk. She grabs her throat and starts to cough. She sighs and tries to keep talking “I- I s-still love t-th-th-em.”

Jinseoul knows his sisters heart is made out of golden stars and skies. He would lay down his life for his family, he sighs and keeps hugging her. He even teases her to lighten up the mood and she brokenly chuckles at that.

He noticed that she has been sleep deprived and deprived of everything because she said no. He noticed that she has been abused in every way he can think of. He is glad for the witch that made people realize what is going on.

(What would be Jungkook’s reaction to all of this. I know I’d be upset to say the least)

He’d be speechless and sad… why do you get such sad angsty dreams :(

#asks

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coolgirl32 · 1 year ago

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DC Injustice League guys x My OC nightmare. remember I'm doing a part one and part two of the Injustice League guys you know the ones I like I'm not doing the ones I don't like you'll know when you find out also what I find funny is how a guy screams like a girl and when a girl he's going on a date with ask him did he scream like a girl and he says no because he's too prideful he doesn't want to admit that he screamed like a little girl 🤣🤣🤣 also Just that you all know that all the villains are very terrified of nightmare for a reason and same with the heroes as well cuz my OC nightmare AKA Jacqulyn is very scary but she's very sweet not too bad guys though

Black manta

The first time she slept with him. was at his secret lair. he was thinking of an evil plan on how to destroy Aquaman and rule over Atlantis. That's when nightmare appeared, it scared him so much that he screamed like a little girl. (🤣 Sorry I couldn't resist) he cleared up his throat and asked her what is she doing in his evil lair, she told him that she's very horny and she wants him to fuck her. Inside his mask his eyes widen in shock. He didn't ask any questions and didn't hesitate to get naked. He really didn't want to make nightmare mad I mean no one really wanted to make her mad because of who she was and what she does. So when nightmare took off her dress but kept her mask and cloak on, his eyes widen he thought that she was pretty butt she was very beautiful he then looked at her rest. When she looked at his boner she smiled and began to stroke him. (Do you like getting your cock stroke by a hero) she asked, he nodded his head yes. When she went over to his desk she used her magic abilities to lift everything up except the desk and put somewhere safe. She didn't bend over and told him to fuck her. he didn't hesitate to fuck her. For the past hour nightmare has been having lots of orgasms. When Black Manta came inside her. She told him to never tell anyone about this effort as long as he lived and he agreed well still being scared of her and she left

The Riddler

The first time she slept with him, was when he tried to trap nightmare in a maze give her all these riddles, (okay there are two things wrong with this 1 The Riddler shouldn't really trap nightmare in a maze and give her all these stupid riddles and 2 you should know to not piss off the most scariest hero of the DC universe) so of course The Riddler had to be a fucking dumbass because he thought he could trick nightmare Oh but he was wrong oh so wrong. So of course nightmare teleported to wear Riddler was. And when he turned around and looked at her he saw that her face and her eyes were screaming ultimate rage, basically he can see her blood pressure rising. He thought she was going to kill him but no something much worse for him at least. But for her oh it is the best revenge she could ever think of. With a mischievous smile on her face she snapped her fingers. When he woke up he realized that he was tied up and naked. Nightmare walked in and Riddler saw a table full of BDSM stuff. When he realized that he had a ball gag in his mouth. Nightmare was wearing fake leather boots and fake leather skin suit and her mask still on. The Riddler wanted to ask her why is he on a chair and tied up before he knew it. Nightmare smacked him on his legs with a whip. (Silence you little fool I'm in charge here) nightmare said, nightmare then begin to sexually torture The Riddler. When she snapped her fingers the Riddler's eyes were wide because he saw a sex machine with a dildo attached to it. She then snapped her fingers again and The Riddler was being fucked by a machine. Hours later he woke up and found a letter saying don't piss me off ever again. The Riddler learned his lesson that day. He learned a few things about himself that day 1 he really likes being dominated by a strong woman. and 2 he likes being pegged

The music Meister

When she first slept with him. it was daring a mission nightmare went on, of course music Meister was trying to mind control nightmare by using his music abilities. The one thing he didn't know was that nightmare resisted his power. He was very surprised no one has ever resisted his power, so he tried harder still nothing though. Before he could do anything else nightmare snapped her fingers. He had no idea where he was when he opened his eyes. when he asked where he was. (We are at a love hotel you little fool) nightmare answered. Music Meister was really scared now he heard stories about nightmare being the most scariest hero of the Justice League. He just didn't expect her to be this scary. With a shaky breath he asked her what was she going to do with him. She smirked and told him that she's going to make him sing her name over and over again. He did not even want to ask her what she really meant by that. So his "thought question" was answered. She snapped her fingers. And used her magic to undress him. He had no idea what was going on but when she climbed on the bed but the predatory look in her eyes. He really wish he listened to his fellow Injustice Leaguers because the next thing he knew. He was screaming her name full of passion and pleasure. A few more thrust later. And he came right inside her. the next morning he woke up in his bed and his own home and there he saw a letter.(i hope you learned your lesson little bicth boy ) 🤣 his face immediately turned red he learned a few things that day 1. Never piss off nightmare 2. Always respect women. And 3. Never ever underestimate a woman with claws and magical powers

Vandal Savage

The first time she slept with him. Was when he was trying to take over the world, but taking over the world all by himself sounds lonely so who better to rule the world with him. Then nightmare herself. Of course he heard many things about her. When he asked joker what is she like joker freaked out and told him to never talk to her or go near her because of what she'll do to him. Vandal then decided to see what she looks like from a Faraway distance of course. So when he saw her in battle he thought she was beautiful yet a bit dangerous so that's when he finally made his decision he was going to try to convince nightmare to join him in ruling the world. When he did try this nightmare just laughed at his face and told him that he was an idiot for even thinking that, and then she had an idea a very mischievous idea. She made a deal with him that if he could prove to her and explain to her why it would be a good idea to rule the world and what would be so good about it. She then told him to think this through before opening his big mouth and saying something dumb. And that's what he did he spent all night thinking about what he was going to say to her he wrote it down and made a list of it. So the next day vandal found nightmare and told her the reasons why they both should rule the world. 1. If they rule the world together everyone can live peacefully no more war's no more violence just peace 2. Everybody will have a free will but there will also be some rules, nightmare heard every word of it she agreed vandal was happy she then told him that they should celebrate he asked her how do they do that. (Follow me and I'll show you) nightmare said. And he did all the way to his bedroom he realized what she meant by celebrate and he agreed. So there they were in the middle of passionate love nightmare never thought vandal was big between his legs so without knowing it vandal came inside nightmare, the next morning nightmare teleported to the watchtower and her uniform. And explain the Justice League vandal's plan of world domination. They wanted to ask her how she got the information she didn't say and it freaked them out a little bit. So they save the day and the world was save and sound. Vandal however was very hurt and very upset.

Slade damn he's hot I know very weird but still

When she first slept with him. It was after a gala

Slade was on a mission. That mission was to find nightmare and to know the Justice League weaknesses, without looking where he was going.

He accidentally bumped into someone. when he looked he saw that it was nightmare herself only as a civilian? He didn't quite understand. Why does she look like a civilian instead of a hero. Before he could do anything he realized that she was walking away. This was his chance he chased right after her. As he continued to follow her. He saw that she was heading right into a guest bedroom. Yes this is his chance he's finally going to interrogate nightmare into telling him what are the Justice league's weaknesses. Just as he opened the door he was surprised to see there was lit candles rose petals sexy music on the lights were off two champagne glasses and a tall plastic bottle of pink lemonade mix mellow yellow soda. When he shut the door he heard somebody coming out of the bathroom when he took out his knife, his eye widen. It was nightmare and beautiful black lingerie nightgown with a black robe,

She then started her way towards him the sexy smirk on her face. And she batted her eyes at him she began to undress him after she was undressing him always left was his underwear apparently he was above above average. 😏(Why are you doing this) Slade asked. (Because I heard so much about the great Slade Wilson) nightmare said as she began to guide him to the bed. Slade had no idea that this would be happening.(ah what the hell) slade thought to himself. As he laid nightmare down on her back he was above her. He had her legs spread and right next to his waist. Before they could do anything he almost forgot to lock the door so he got off the bed and locked the door. And to make everything even more romantic he opened the bottle and poured two glasses of pink lemonade mix mellow yellow into two champagne glasses.(what's all this for) nightmare asked with a smirk on her face.(just want to make a toast before things get a little bit heated 😏😉) Slade answered. They both drink their little drinks after they were finished Slade then grab both of the glasses and put them on the coffee table. He walked back and began to pull down his underwear. Nightmare's eyes widen she seemed big but she never knew that Slade was this big. A 9 inch cock with a pink tip. She also didn't know that he was circumcised. So as Slade begin to crawl on the bed he began to undress nightmare. After he undressed her he then spread her legs wide open and begin to eat her pussy out. now nightmare had many lovers namely male heroes and male villain lovers and they all made her orgasm a couple of times but she had no idea that Slade be this really good even better before she knew it Slade stopped what he was doing. she whined a bit (just hold on now I'm not done yet) Slade said as he put one finger in her pussy. Nightmare had no idea that his fingers would be that thick when he put a second one in. She feel like she was going to come soon. When Slade made sure that she was nice and wet he stroked his cock a few times but nightmare stopped him. (What are you doing) he asked. (I'm going to repay the favor) she answered when she laid him down on the bed she got down on her knees on the floor open her mouth and begin to suck his cock it was a bit tricky at first but she got the hang of it of course she sucked many dicks in the past this might be her greatest fuck ever. While she was giving him a blow job she was bobbing her head and gagging basically she was deep throwing him. Slade had no idea that she was this experience. When she knew that he was ready and all slippery. Slade couldn't take it anymore he grabbed nightmare and dinner to the bed or the pillows are spread her legs and put his cock in and begin to fuck her pussy nice fast and hard. Nightmare was moaning really loudly and saying his name over and over again his balls were slapping her pussy over and over again. He was fucking her so fast and hard that her breasts were jiggling and bouncing like crazy. Slade then put his mouth on one of her breasts and play with the other rubbing her nipple and twirling his tongue around her nipple after he was done with her breast he put his hand on her clit and decide to play with it as he thrust inside her. Slade then decided to put her in a new position. he then got off of her and got off the bed he pulled her and bend her over the bed and put his cock back inside her he was thrusting her even harder and faster than before. A few hours of thrusting later. Slade then came inside of nightmare all the way into her womb. Slade and nightmare both crawled into bed and cuddled the next day Slade woke up to see the bed was empty and a note on the pillow. It read (I had fun last night I'll see you next week at the love hotel sincerely nightmare 😏😉 PS I forgot to take the pill) Slade will never forget that night and he almost forgot to get the information he needed

#dcamu x my oc jacqulyn aka nightmare

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soggykookiesandcream · 1 year ago

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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒳𝒳𝐼𝐼

Yoongi's POV

Hoseok, Yuna and their friends had already left for the pyramid. I was in my room uploading Taehyung's teleportation video to a pen drive. My phone starts ringing. I look at the screen to see Ms Choi's name. This bitch won't leave me alone.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Yoongi!" She yells from the other side, "What happened to the videos? Why aren't they online anymore? And why aren't you uploading the rest?"

"Just shut the fvck up, you bitch," I yell, "I got into this mess because of your fvcking idea. You better shut up and never call me again if you wish to live."

"Yoongi, we had a deal!" She screams, "You can't just pull out of it. You said that I'd have Taehyung and that whore would be dead."

"I swear to God, I am gonna kill you," I breathe out in anger, "You ever call her a whore, I'll scoop your eyes out and stuff it into your mouth. You can have your Taehyung. I don't care but if a strand of her hair falls because of you, I will fvcking end you. You got that?"

I end the call before she could say anything. Maybe I should just ask Taehyung to kill her. He can get rid of her without any evidence.

I groan and stuff my face into my palms. Why did this God have to be obsessed with my sister? Why did he love my sister in his past? Wasn't the time he got with her back then enough?

Greedy asshole.

Yuna's POV

"Hold this end," Namjoon hands me the corner of the tent fabric and pulls the other end wrapping and tying it over a pole, "Now tie that end."

I bring it to the pole and wrap it around securing it in place, "Done," I huff.

"Tired?" Namjoon chuckles.

"Everyone will be," I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Sure," he pats my back, "Let's go find Hoseok and Seokjin."

"I think we're done," Namjoon announces as he finds them.

"Oh," Seokjin looks at us, "One more second."

"Lemme help," Namjoon reaches out to Seokjin but trips pushing the pole and bringing the entire tent to the ground.

We all widen our eyes trying to register what happened.

"I'm so sorry," Namjoon starts apologising constantly as he tried to dig the pole back into the ground.

Hoseok was the first to laugh followed by me but Seokjin just got mad and started scolding Namjoon. Namjoon constantly apologised to Seokjin and tried to put it back up.

"Just give it to me before you kill one of us!" Seokjin snatches the pole from Namjoon's hands.

I pat Namjoon's back trying to bite my laughter.

Jungkook's POV

I was watching them set up their camp when this girl catches my eyes. She was so beautiful.

"Hyung," I scratch on Jimin's arm.

"What?" He looks up from the piece of paper he was holding.

"Look at that girl," I give the binoculars to him.

"Girl?" Jimin chuckles taking the binoculars looking through them, "Where?"

I turn his head in her direction.

"Oh," he zooms in, "She's beautiful."

"Right?" I grin.

"What do you suggest we do?" Jimin chuckles, "Steal her too?"

I laugh at his comment and take the binoculars back, "That tall guy with dimples destroyed a whole tent."

"What?" Jimin laughs, "Why are you focusing on all that?"

"Don't know," I shrug, "This team of archaeologists seem fun. They also look like Koreans."

"But they might not be," Jimin replies.

"They're almost done setting their camp," I zoom in and look at the guards at the perimeter of the camp, "A few more tents and they'll probably be done."

"Let's sneak in tonight," Jimin suggests, "Let's find out some information before looting."

"How do we sneak in though?" I raise my eyebrow, "Their security just got tighter."

"Let's take out the guards at the entrance and then take their uniforms. We have all the forged ID info so even if they check our ID's, it'll be fine," Jimin explains.

"But won't they have a list of the guard with their information?" I ask.

"Yes, but only the admins would have those. Mere archaeologists won't have those," he says.

"How do we know they're mere?" I ask.

"Look at them," Jimin says, "They look so young. And we've never seen them before. They're probably interns from another country. I don't think they're seniors."

"Okay," I nod, "Fine."

"Let's keep watching," Jimin juts his head towards the camp's direction.

I nod and return to watching the camp.

Taehyung's POV

I was in my room in the hotel binge-watching shows. My dear told me to do it if I missed her and I missed her from the moment she stepped out of the room. I suddenly get a call from my secretary.

"What is it?" I groan.

"Sir, I ran a check on Mr Yoongi and he's in Egypt right now," he sighs, "In your hotel."

"Send me the room number," I clench my jaws in anger.

"Right away, sir," he says and I hang up.

I get a notification and I read the room number and information. I storm out of my room in rage to Yoongi's room. I was about to knock when I hear yelling from the inside, "I swear to God, I am gonna kill you. You ever call her a whore, I'll scoop your eyes out and stuff it into your mouth. You can have your Taehyung I don't care but if a strand of her hair falls because of you, I will fvcking end you. You got that?"

I hear a groan. I knock on the door and I hear a sigh before the door opens. I push inside taking Yoongi by the collar and pinning him on the wall, "Who called her a whore and who the fvck can have me?"

He struggles to get my hands off him, "Hundred years," he laughs.

I raise him higher so his feet couldn't touch the floor.

"L-let me go," he claws at my arms.

"Tell me who fvck told all that," I press him into the wall.

"Put me down first!" He yells and I let go of him.

"Now, tell," I kick him on the shoulder.

"Ms Choi," he coughs holding his shoulder, "Mr Choi's daughter."

"What does she want?" I ask.

"She wants Yuna dead," he gasps for air, "And wants you to marry her."

"And you're helping her," I state.

Yoongi shakes his head, "I was. Not anymore."

"Well," I crouch, "You better let her know that I'm never going to marry her and," I chuckle,

"You know what happens to people who come after my dear. Don't you?"

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A/N- Sooooooooo yeah. Hello. Go over to my profile and say something in my conversations :( I love talking to u guys <3

Oh, and btw if you didn't understand what Yoongi meant by 'hundred years', then it's a saying I've heard when you show up just when someone was talking about/mentioning you. They go chuckling like, "Oh, hundred years, we were just talking about you."

EeEe bye :p

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gamerbearmira · 2 years ago

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The town was respectfully quiet as Isabela let out a scream and jumped the leader responsible. Camilo was right behind her with tears in his eyes and a snarl on his lips.

No one could blame the two. Not when energetic sweet little Mirabel was lying there. Lying there looking almost dead and pretty crispy.

"It wasn't...it was supposed to be a joke...it wasn't..." One of the boys, and God he was Isabelas age. He was Isabelas age and had picked on a girl six years younger than him and done...done this!

Alma and Delores came running over, the listener having ran to get her grandmother and was pale in the face.

Alma looked shocked at the sight of the fight and how no one was stopping it.

"That's not a joke! Jokes are supposed to be funny!" Camilo snarled and his fist broke a few teeth in the boys skull.

"Camilo! Isabela! What are you two-" Alma began to demand they stop this madness, unable to believe her eyes at how Isabela was acting...

"You nearly killed her! You could have killed my baby sister!" Isabela was looking feral as she bit, scratched, punched and kicked. All sorts of plants springing up, certainly more than mere roses or vines. But no one was paying attention to that right now.

Almas voice caught in her throat and the air left her lungs all at once as those words registered in her mind. Could have...

"Where's Mirabel?" Alma demanded glancing at Delores who lead her over to where Julieta and Pepa and Luisa were gathered under a large tarp that someone was holding over them as the cold rain fell in waves and thunder crashed over head.

Alma collapsed to her knees, her face falling in horror at the sight and her skin going as pale as her second daughters.

The two continued to go nuts on the boys until there was a raspy choked cough. It immediately distracted them as they turned towards the sound and almost seemed to teleport over.

"Wh...what?" Mirabel cracked her eyes open slightly, and Luisa sobbed at how bad the left one was, completely white and the scar over it was horrible, and used her white eye to look up at everyone. She was squinting at them.

"Mira! Mirabel can you hear me?? Julieta asked and Mirabel gave a choked raspy laugh.

"I'm burnt not deaf..." Mirabel muttered and Pepa felt an almost hysterical laugh well up at that.

"We need you to hang on Mira. Just hang on okay?" Luisa was almost frantic as she held the tarp over her sister, mama and aunt.

"Course. Wanna meet my primo...not going anywhere." Mirabel said although the burns on her mouth were popping and bleeding at her talking, and her voice was definitely raspy.

Mirabel blinked slowly and her good eye squinted at everyone again.

"Wanna meet me? Why?" Camilo asked popping up beside his mother who immediately wrapped him in her arms.

"Not you...Abuelo says there's a new one...I wanna meet the baby..." Mirabel blinked slowly and she was feeling weak but was holding on. Everyone felt their breaths get knocked out of their lungs. Did...did she just say...

"Buelo says hi...an he loves us..." Mirabel said and she was being fed little bits of her mamas food to not irritate her burnt mouth and throat too bad but it worked slower like that.

Alma felt like she was in a horrible dream as a golden butterfly landed on Mirabels nose and she gave a small half smile.

"Not goin yet Buelo. Wanna meet baby."

BEAT EM UP⁉��

I’m putting the fight on WorldStar <333 Nah but jokes aside. Camilo is right. Pranks and jokes are supposed to be funny, and for the most part harmless. The fact that Mirabel ended up in such a horrible state, goes to show that this was not funny at all. AND THE FACT THAT THEY TRIED TO DEFEND THEMSELVES…UM…WHAT 🤨 You are 15-16, take responsibility for your actions. Face the consequences.

Poor Mirabel, I know they was telling her not to go towards the light 😭😭 And Pedro just pulling up like

“Hey I love you but it’s too early and like. You got a primo on the way, so like…don’t die please.”

And Mirabel was like oh ok. Regardless she would’ve pushed through anyway so. She do be surviving ‼️‼️‼️

Mirabel:

Ok I’ll stop 💀💀

#encanto #my asks are open #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto alma #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto camilo #encanto luisa #encanto pepa #encanto julieta #encanto Pedro #burned mirabel au

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maddu-oliveira · 3 years ago

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⛓️ Dirty Mind ⛓️

Adrian Chase x Succubus!Reader

warnings: violence, guns, brutal murder, +18 content, slightly of blood kink, masturbating (m and f receiving), blowjob, biting kink, soft dom!reader and sub!adrian.

word count: 4.6k

A/N: oc/reader based on Evelynn from League of Legends

Y/N's P.O.V:

That night was so calm that it felt like I was in another city, not in chaotic Gotham where criminals freer than birds fight heroes and anti-heroes violently. No sign of the batfamily in action or any other vigilante group, most of the bad guys were having a vacation in the nuthouse or in prison. This meant that my night was free to get by normally, a little off the action on the streets and go to a bar for a drink even though it wasn't possible to get drunk. It was as if I was reading a menu in that place, so many options to try and satisfy myself, those men with evil looks with monstrous intentions. And then I was the villain? No, I'm just making the world a better place by ending the lives of these disgusting people. I had one of my tails wrapped around the neck of a motherfucker who thought he had the right to harass a woman because of what she was wearing, hanging him while making him look into my demon eyes and leaving him helplessly screaming for help while I became his nightmare. When my cell phone started ringing, it made me take my attention away from him and answer it as soon as I saw the name on the screen. "Hey, baby! Do you need me?"

"Y/n, you're on speakerphone" Emilia alerted, causing a sappy smile to form on my lips.

"Do you want me to moan your name? I have no problem with that."

"Y/n-..." She was interrupted by the voice of a slightly distant man on the call.

"Why didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend, Hancourt?" The question made me laugh.

"She's not my girlfriend! She's an old friend.... So, y/n I'm needing your help here" she speaks in the firm way I already knew she was serious.

"Ah dear-" I stop a little as the man who was over my grip begins to struggle. "Just a minute... I'm going to finish up some business" I say into the phone before pulling it away from my face and loosening the grip of my tail on the wretch's neck only to have the sharp tip of the other go through his heart in one swift motion. "There you go, honey! You can tell me what trouble you got yourself into this time" I say as I use my flames to vanish the guy's body.

"We are having problems with a type of butterfly-shaped alien that possesses people and controls them" Hancourt seemed quite concerned as she told me about what they were fighting against.

"When you kill the possessed person, does that thing come out of them still alive?"

"Oh, yes... How do you know?"

"I think I ran into one of them here around Gotham a while back.... But it didn't come out, I burned the body and that thing that was controlling it"

"We have not been as lucky because we are facing an infestation of these things" Hancourt's voice faltered and that was another sign of her concern.

"Draw my conjuration, dear" I say before hanging up the cell phone.

Back to my human form I leave the alley, walking through the silent streets of that chaotic city. I wasn't mad at losing a single night without fighting crimes and maybe it was because I never wanted to rest. After walking for a while longer, I could feel the mark on my back burning and soon Emilia's name came to my mind, I closed my eyes already waiting to teleport to whatever place my friend was.

"Are you sure it will work out?" a younger man's voice comes up this time.

"She never let me down, Vij" I could recognize Hancourt's voice in this conversation.

"Then sex with her must be really amazing!" the same voice I heard on the call says with an animation.

"You can shut the fuck up, Peacemaker"

"Wow, that's my girl! Put them in their place, Em" I say as I step out of the shadows watching the design of my conjuration fade from the ground and then the small cut on Emilia's hand. "It didn't need the blood, pretty girl" I hold her hand giving her a kiss on the cut which soon closes and disappears.

"She doesn't look like a demon.... She's even too hot to be one" the youngest man in the room commented again.

"Cute the way you think kitty but demons can be very beautiful" I walk over to him and examine that costume that hid his real identity. "Is this going to be my snack, Hancourt?"

"Snack?" I could feel the fear and a little excitement in the masked man's voice.

"No, y/n! I think... No!" Emilia was lost for words making me laugh.

"I missed you! You should call me more and not just to get your ass out of trouble."

"So she's a man-eater? Sounds like a porn site category" a tall, muscular man says, making me turn towards him.

"Yes, I eat men in all sorts of ways when they are a waste of humanity" I say as I rest my arm on the shoulder of the masked man next to me. "I hope I don't have to do that to any of you.”

"Y/n, that's the Vigilante" Hancourt says pointing to the masked man next to me. "He is the Peacemaker, that's Economos and we also have Adebayo" she finishes introducing one at a time.

"And that eagle?" I pointed to the bird that was on the table just looking at it, I would say it was stuffed if it didn't move.

"That's Eagly, the Peacemaker's second best friend, after me of course" Vigilante says and I could feel him smiling under his mask. "I'm sorry, buddy" he completes as soon as the eagle makes a sound that sounds like disapproval.

"Right! Now that I know everyone's name-" the man in the blue and green costume interrupts me to say that Murn was still missing before I knew everyone. "Thanks for letting me know, kitten" I pat him on the shoulder.

"You want to know about our plan, y/n?" Hancourt mentioned calling me to her side and showing some pictures of the people who were already possessed.

"Know that hellfire can exterminate them really fast and it's better than waiting for the creature to come out" I say before letting Emilia do her explanation of how they managed to find what was probably a nest containing a large number of these creatures.

After a few hours of looking at photos, videos, and places marked on a map that indicates where the creatures congregated the most, the group decided to wait for Murn, who was kind of the boss of the mission. While I stood chatting with Hancourt in a corner of that horrible HQ, the Peacemaker and the Vigilante seemed to gossip about us without even disguising it.

"This guy has a hard-on for you, it's kind of annoying, like a virgin," I said as I turned my back to them and stood in front of my friend.

"He's just another asshole I have to put up with, you know how it is..."

"Yeah and I kill these types of guys who don't have an ounce of sense and respect" my eyes glow golden in the reflection of an open laptop.

"Be cool, yn! He's not one of those assholes and he hasn't tried anything but a half-assed line either" she says putting her hands on my shoulders to calm me down.

"Now you have me for protection, Em! Assholes will keep their distance if they're smart enough.”

"Hey, pretty girls-" Peacemaker tried to enter our conversation with a smile that took up almost his entire face, stopping as soon as we faced him seriously, but it wasn't enough to get him to shut up. "So is it true that you two played scissors?"

"What the fuck kind of talk is that, man? You sound like a maniac" Adebayo said, really perplexed by his speech and I could only agree.

"Why? If they really had sex there's nothing wrong with asking.”

"Of course there is a problem, you are sexualizing us and you act like every time you look at us that's what you think about." I say already starting to get annoyed so I decide to get out of there before I chop his head off.

I heard some footsteps behind me, I knew that the person was trying to be discreet but just made it clear that he was following me, I soon identified who it was and smiled in a corner.

"Don't follow me, kitten, things can get violent" I turned around immediately seeing the red display on his mask.

"How did you know I was following you? I could have come out for some air" he was lost with his own words.

"And you came out for some air?" I ask, letting a wicked smile form on my lips as I analyze his costume.

"Yes- No, actually I was following you but not as a stalker, I just wanted to know how being a demon works because it sounds amazing and I also wanted to ask if you knew the evil guy" Vigilante spoke so fast that if I hadn't been paying attention I wouldn't understand a word making me giggle.

"Slow down, kitten, or you'll get in trouble" I walked up to him and ran my nails over the mask that covered his face. "This evil guy... Hasn't existed for a long time, I don't know what they have written or preached around, but now the demons are under new direction" I finish my speech stroking the place where the mask ended and the rest of his uniform began.

"Really, they had an election among the demons? Wow, that would be amazing to see, just imagine a ballot box where only demons go to vote" the animation in his voice as he lost himself in these almost meaningless reveries made me smile.

"Your mind is a mess, Vij" before I could mess with the tip of his mask some more, he held my wrist with a force that made me groan. "Bad kitty!" I show my fangs growling for him to release me.

"Secret identity is a serious thing for me, I didn't mean to hurt but I wasn't going to let you take the mask off either, as much as you are very hot and your threat turned me on, I wouldn't risk my real identity for it" he spoke again, but this time more nervously like a teenager about to propose to his first love.

"You got turned on by my threat?" I was still a little confused by so much information he practically threw at me.

"I know, you might think that's weird... I think I'll go back with the others." Before he could turn around I held him by the shoulder.

"Kitten, you've got issues that I like!"

"Do you like it? I have many problems in case you want to know, Peacemaker can number them if you ask, because there are so many... `` My smile widens as I make him nervous and start chattering again.

"Y/n! Murn is back and now we can-" Hancourt stopped his speech when he noticed my hands on the Vigilante's neck but didn't comment. "We can begin our mission, shall we?"

"We'll finish this conversation later, kitten. “

Leaving the masked man behind I enter and return to the group's hiding place, prepared to receive orders and knowing that I wouldn't follow any of them because my way of working is very different. I'm used to working alone, but it's not like I couldn't find some member of the bat family in some struggle and help them out, it was just how I liked things. No distractions, no mistakes and no injuries, that's how all my missions went.

That dawn, we split up to gain access to the house where the butterflies' nest was supposed to be. I was on the roof of another building so I could look through the windows using my powers to identify how many of them were inside. It was all right, Hancourt was behind the house also making contact together with Leota, Murn was using a rifle from the car window to look inside the house accompanied by Economos, Peacemaker was on the other side waiting for the signal and Vigilante-

Shit, where is he?

"Em, where is the masked man?" I ask through the communicator I had received before starting the mission.

"Vigilante? He's with Peacemaker-" before Hancourt replied he answered.

"I'm alone, no sign of him around here"

"I can see all of you but him" I walk around the roof trying to find Vigilante while hiding under the small wall. "Where are you, kitten?"

"Here!"

As soon as I heard his voice I jumped towards him to avoid any more speech that might draw attention from the creatures. Looking at the red visor of his mask I signaled him to be silent, then got off him and crawled closer to the small wall again to see our target and soon Vigilante was at my side preparing his long range weapon.

"Are your eyes golden? Fuck, that's so hot!" he says as he loads his gun and looks through the scope.

"Focus, Vigilante!" the voice of Murn made a presence this time making me giggle.

"You may proceed to the second floor, Peacemaker! All clear." I say as I lean on the wall prepared to jump to the roof of the house.

"What are you doing?" Vig quickly turned to me, taking his focus off the targets for a few seconds but soon returning.

"I'm going to help your best friend not get caught, kitten" I smile before taking momentum and jumping with the greatest of ease onto the roof of the house.

"Everything she does is so- fuck.... I'm getting a hard-on"

"Hey! We're listening, focus on the targets!" Leota exclaimed almost in disgust at the speech.

I reached the floor where there were two butterflies that quickly advanced, causing me to dodge one of them while kicking the other one in the leg, jumping on the wall to use it as a support and throwing my body to attach my legs to the neck of the first one that had attacked me. Taking my real form, I let my tails come out and one of them cut the throat of the butterfly that tried to attack me again, while using my hands to open the mouth, of which I was strangling between my legs, opening it hard enough for the jaw to break. As soon as the body fell I pulled myself together, using my flames to burn the bodies and not let the creature escape from them. I took off my jacket to be left with only a very small top, leaving my lilac skin showing and some black lines forming on my body as camouflage.

"Vij, you can shoot the targets on the next floor now" I say heading towards the stairs to find Peacemaker fighting a butterfly and soon another one appears coming towards me.

Creating a dagger of flame I threw it at my attacker's head which went through and the blade shattered in the skull of the possessed person.

"Nice shooting, sweetie" Peacemaker says walking beside me towards the stairs.

"Thanks big guy" I couldn't help but smile, even if he was an asshole he was helping the mission.

Soon we hear gunshots from the next floor, some noises of bodies crashing to the floor and some kind of roars. We ran up the stairs to reach the place, I signaled Peacemaker to stay on that floor while I went back to the roof. When I arrived I saw one of the creatures trying to jump to where the Watcher was, he hadn't realized it yet which made it easier for the butterfly to attack, but I managed to be more agile by jumping back to the other building and ripping the butterfly's head off right away by burning it.

"That was close, kitten! Glad I was here to save you," I smile walking over to him and stooping down beside him. "How many more to go?"

"Three, but my friend is managing to contain them" Vigilante was facing me, probably staring at me and that made me smile.

Noticing that I was dirty with blood and some fluids from the dead butterflies, I had blood splattered on my face. I knew this from seeing my reflection in the masked man's visor. Vigilante brought his hands to the front of his pants pulling the material to adjust and try to hide his erection, but I still noticed and held his wrists.

"No need to hide it, kitten"

"Mission complete! We can go back now, guys" Murn says over the communicator and soon I see the others going to the van.

"I'll go my way and Vij will go with me" I stated before turning off my communicator and signed for him to turn off his as well.

"Holy shit! You were so violent, breaking one's jaw and now ripping the head off another- It was so sexy and now you're purple covered in blood.... I don't know what that means, but I got a hard-on from that" Vigilante started talking non-stop again, making me laugh and move closer to him.

"I'm lilac, honey... And I think I can help you with your little problem" I whisper as soon as I get really close to him tracing my nails through the material of his uniform.

"Help me? Help me with what? What little problem?" he shivered at my touch and looked down at his own body probably looking for an injury.

"Oh kitty, you're so cute... I would feel sorry for you, but I'm so hungry for you" I licked my lips feeling some of the blood from the previous victims of that night. “I wanna feel you, Vigilante”

"Feel me? I- I don't know what that means- is that some kind of demonic slang? No offense-I just can't think while you're in that top and covered in blood." He stuttered and froze as one of my tails wrapped around his neck.

"Do you want to fuck me, Vij?" I ask in a sigh as I draw a conjuration on the wall beside us.

"I-I do but only if you want to because it wouldn't make sense for that to happen if you didn't want to..." I smiled listening to him, now using my other tail to hold his waist while using my flames in the conjuration that soon took us into what would be a bedroom.

"What-where? What are we doing here?"

"Oh kitty, you have become my new toy, didn't you know?" I pull him close using my tails and soon push him onto the bed I had there.

"T-toy?" The doubt was clear in the masked man's voice which made me even hungrier to be able to feel what he was capable of.

"Yes, dear! My toy that I will use until it breaks..." I say taking off my clothes and sitting on the Vigilante's lap already feeling his erection starting to emerge. "Want to play, kitten?"

"Play? Play what?" his voice faltered as soon as I rolled over his clothed bulge creating a friction that made me moan softly.

"Boy, you're going to ruin me like this.... So innocent but so naughty at the same time" I growl letting my eyes glow golden. "Are you going to fuck me wearing this mask?"

"You want me to fuck you with the mask on?" The desperation in his voice and his hard-on screamed for me to do something soon.

I start to remove the top of his clothes without touching the mask with ease and agility, soon getting a view of his chest and a well-defined abdomen, getting off him to remove his pants and underwear in one move. I again hold his neck with one of my tails to keep him lying down while I move delicate kisses up the inside of his thighs and leave a few bite marks on his sensitive skin.

"I just need one name baby and you will hear me sing it for the rest of the night" I say against his groin, sending the vibrations through his body and making him whimper.

"Adrian- call me Adrian but please- please don't tease me like that" he begged and bucked his hips up making me hold his thighs to stop him.

"What a beautiful name, kitten! Adrian~" I whispered and gave a kiss on the tip of his cock.

"Fuck… Please- please"

"Please what, Adrian? Say it and I will give it to you" I let go of his thighs to now hold his dick in one hand and stroke him slowly.

"Please don't- don't tease me… Make me cum" the words were slipping through his lips in whimpers and he thrusts his hips against my hand.

"I'm going to ruin you, kitten! Gonna make you cum so many times till you can't take it anymore…"

I tangled my other tail around his cock and started to stroke him in a slow pace almost torturing for him while sucking the head of it. Adrian was already a mess of moans begging for more, moving his body to get more attention in that area but it made me hold him down, stopping the blow I was giving him and starting kissing and marking his chest.

"Be a good boy and I let you cum, Adrian"

Whispering dirty words and moaning in his ear made him reach the edge, feeling his dick twitch and he clenching his hands on the mattress was a sign of his close orgasm. Lowering myself on his lap again to face the red tip of his cock wet in precum and twitching in the hold of my tail.

"Let- let me cum, please! Please~" he whimpered and cried a little more before I put him in my mouth.

Licking the veins along his shaft, sucking the head while I still have my tail around him and jerking him off, Adrian bucks his hips against my mouth fucking it desperately making me moan and send vibrations through his body. My fangs rasping in the sensitive skin resulting in a groan coming from the Vigilante, using my free hand to massage his balls and the sudden touch makes him jolt in the bed but don't complain. His legs trembled a little bit, cock twitching in the back of my throat and soon I felt the warm liquid going down making me suck him clean and smile.

"Such a good kitten, Adrian! Can you do it one more time?" I asked, resting my head on his thigh and looking at him through the red visor.

"I don't- Never did- ah I don't know" Vigilante was recovering from his ecstasy, taking long breaths and panting, the words just coming out without even thinking.

"Yes or not, Adrian?" I lick his thigh upping to his soft member and he arch his back in response.

"YES! yes yes yes~" He said desperately that made me smile.

I bent over making his shaft get between my breasts, now one tail still on his neck and the other holding his wrists together, squeezing him in the middle of my boobs and starting to move up and down. Adrian tries to adjust himself on the bed to get a better look of what I was doing, I start using the sharp end of my tail to play with his mask while licking the tip of his cock every down movement with my tits.

"Oh fuck! That's so hot-" He choked in his own moans and started bucking his hips to fuck my breasts.

Speeding the movements to stroke him in the squeeze between my boobs, now sucking the reddened head and letting out with a pop sound that turns everything more erotic, soon Adrian was reaching for his second orgasm whining and groaning till he painted my chest with his cum.

"Awn~ look at you… It's already a mess and I just started" I take some of his load in my finger then sucking and hum as I taste it.

"Just- Just started? God, you're gonna kill me" Adrian breathes out and relaxes his body.

"Not God, kitten! It's me" I growl while standing up and staring down at him.

"C-can I eat you out? Please" His question took me by surprise causing me to frown and gesture for him to explain himself. "You make me feel so good and I- I want it to be fair"

"That's- No one- You're really precious, kitten" I smile and loosen the grip of my tails letting him go.

That really took me by surprise, Vigilante is the first guy to offer to give me pleasure and this should not be normal for a Succubus, we are sexually active demons and it is practically our job, but I have always given pleasure and never received it, it has always been satisfying just to watch my companions and victims have orgasms. But now, in this room and in this moment, Adrian awakened something in me that I had never felt, lying down on the bed next to him and watching him arrange himself to stand between my legs. I knew he was admiring me even though the mask visor prevented me from seeing his eyes. I smiled at him as a sign that he could do as he intended, soon he was running wet kisses down my belly to where I felt a warmth and a strange sensation as if my stomach was flipping inside of me. I jumped in the moment he pressed his lips against my clit, shivering with the new contact and reaching for his hair pulling it a little. Adrian groaned while licking and sucking my pussy like he’s a starving man making me arch my back and shut my eyes close.

“What does my pussy taste like, kitten? You look so thirsty” I manage to say it between moans.

“It tastes so good that I could eat you out for eternity” Vigilante mumbled, sending a vibration in my sensitive spot.

He was doing his best, making me pull his hair and bring him closer if possible, now feeling two fingers rubbing against my entrance and making me shiver. Adrian was taking me to the end without even knowing it, inserting his fingers into me and moving them from the inside to the outside at a torturous speed. I let a loud growl slip from my throat making Adrian shake between my legs but didn't stop him from what he was doing, reaching the edge of my orgasm I collapsed on bed with a grin dancing on my face.

“Come here, Adrian! You were so good to me” I purr as he comes to lay beside me.

“Did I make you feel good?” The incertain in his voice makes me frown but I just sigh.

“You did, kitten! And no one ever did it like you” I brought my hand to the end of the mask he was still wearing, playing with the fabric and looking at the red display.

“We should go back with the others, they can be worried-” He tried to get up but my tail got hold of him.

“Nah! Emilia knows that we are safe, Adrian”

“Oh oh~” Vigilante sang and laid back on the bed.

“We still have so much time for our little game” I sat on his lap again smiling like a devil literally.

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#adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante x y/n #peacemaker #dceu #hbo peacemaker #adrian chase #vigilante

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tonitonichoppper · 3 years ago

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I need you to stay with me

Soft!Law x GN!Reader

Summary: The reader is captured by marines and later rescued by Law. Fear turns to confession and there’s a nice fluffy ending ❤

Fluff! SFW

Warnings: Cursing?

Word count: 1,190

Now you’ve done it, Law was totally gonna kick your ass when he found you. You had been fighting a battle alongside your crew on the Polar Tang. You were outnumbered by the marines and found yourself backed into a corner and captured. You were on your way to Impel Down, being the Surgeon of Death’s second in command, but you weren’t very worried since you didn’t think you would actually make it there. What you were actually worried about was Law tearing you a new asshole once he got you back.

He had only ever been mad at you once before for not completely sticking to his plan and almost being captured. Let's just say hell hath no fury like his. Now that you had been captured for real, you can’t even imagine what he was gonna say. Hell, maybe he’ll just drop you off somewhere for being too much trouble. Maybe he wouldn’t actually come at all… you look down the hall outside the cell you’re sitting in, anxiety starting to cloud your thoughts. “What if he really is mad enough to leave me behind this time?”

You’re shaken from your thoughts by a huge tremor throughout the ship, something had just crashed into it. “THEY’VE CRACKED THE HULL!” “ALL MEN ON DECK!” The marines were barking orders and all running toward the stairs. “There’s my ride.” You giggle to yourself before anxiety starts to take over again. "God, what if he just sinks the ship with me on it?” You try your hardest to make out what anyone is saying through all the commotion up above you. “INTRUDER ON DECK! HE’S HEADED FOR THE STAIRS!”

You hear a bunch of thuds hitting the deck one after the other, then feet on the stairs. “He totally just cut them up. Shit, he’s coming to cut me up too.” You could feel your heart about to beat out of your chest and one pair of feet pounded down the hall toward you. You hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at you, but you really didn’t think you would be that lucky. Then you saw him, your absolutely pissed knight in a black trench coat. “Law!” You shout to get his attention so he wouldn’t pass you up. “Room!” He wastes no time teleporting you both back onto the submarine. “Shambles!”

In an instant, you were hitting the floor hard inside Laws room. “You wait here.” He growls at you before leaving the room to order his crew to dive deeper and flee the scene. About ten minutes pass and with each passing one you are filled with more and more dread for what was to come. Your heart sank when the door finally opened to reveal your captain. He entered the room glaring at you. Your stomach was doing flips. “This is it, this is where he kills me.”

“Y/N.” His voice was shaking, you thought he may start screaming. To your shock, he just kneels on the floor behind you to remove your cuffs. Once you heard the metal clatter to the floor, your hands now free, you slowly turn around, a little nervous about how quiet he was being. “…Law?” You whisper to your captain. His head is hanging towards the floor so you couldn’t see his face under his hat.

You let out a little squeal when, much to your complete shock, he lunges forward and holds you to his chest like you may vanish at any moment. “Do you have any idea how much you scared me?” His voice was small. “I swear I’ll never let anyone take you from me again.” He spoke so softly at this moment you thought he may be an impostor. “You mean you aren’t so mad you wanna kill me yourself?” You question him, still unable to move from his grip. “I was furious at first, but I’m much happier I could get you back in time. I swear I’ll never let you out of my sight again. That’s a promise.” He released you and you sat up to look at him.

“I’m not sure I understand.” Your palms are starting to sweat, your heart beating out of control. “I’m saying what I should’ve said to you a long time ago, I just thought it wasn’t worth it. But I was reminded that I could lose you without a moment's notice, and I refuse to lose someone so precious to me again.” He looked up into your eyes, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I love you, Y/N. I need you more than I think you’ll ever know. I need you to stay with me.” His golden eyes sparkling in the yellow light of the submarine.

Did you hear that correctly? You sit there stunned, your mind went completely blank. This isn’t what you were expecting at all. You couldn’t find any words, you just stared at him. He drops his hands from your shoulders and looks away. “Perhaps I’ve said too much.” His cheeks flush and he stands to leave, very clearly disappointed.

You snap out of it and blurt out “No! Wait!” He turns to you once more, not really wanting to meet your gaze. You have never seen this side of him before, and the fact that he’s sharing it with you has you over the moon. You've been in love with this man from day one, and now he's returning your feelings instead of chewing you out for scaring him. You take his hand and bring him back down to his seat on the floor in front of you. You start tracing the tattoos on his hand while you speak. “I promise I’m just really shocked. I was sitting in here expecting to be screamed at into tomorrow morning. I thought you may not even want me to be part of your crew anymore. I really wasn’t expecting you to love me back, much less ever tell me.” You kiss the back of his hand and look up to see him just watching you. “I love you too. It would make me so happy to stay by your side if you’ll have me.”

A small smile crosses his features at your words. “I hope you know you’ll be sharing this room with me from now on.” He informs you. “I said I wouldn’t let you out of my sight and I meant every word.” He stands up and offers you his hand, pulling you up into his embrace. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and buries his face in your hair. Your cheeks were heating up as you take in everything that just happened. “I don’t have a problem with that at all. I’m sorry to have worried you so much.” You apologize to him.

He lifts your chin up so he can look at you for a moment before kissing you. It was quick and sweet. You whine at the loss of contact when he pulls away. “No need to get upset, there’s plenty more where that came from. Now let’s go show the others that you’re alright and move your things in here. Bepo may have been more worried than I was.” He gives you one more quick peck on the lips before leading you by the hand out of the room. You’d have to thank the marines one day for this one.

#trafalgar law #one piece #trafalgar law kiss #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law one shot #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece oneshot

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athensgorgia · 3 years ago

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Jealous Gojo x female reader

Summary: Gojo is running all your dates with potential partners. He just doesn't know why yet.

Warnings: Mature language and suggestive themes

Gojo was sitting next to you. Why the fuck was he sitting next to you. For the first time in your life you had a date and Gojo decided to tag along. "Get the fuck out of here before my date gets here or so help me god I will kill you!" you seethed. Gojo payed your threats no mind flagging down a waiter "I want whatever cake you have. What about you y/n-chan?" he asks nonchalantly. "I want you to leave." you say in an exasperated tone.

"Now, now y/n-chan. We can't have that now can we? What if he's a total wierdo?" Gojo insists. "You're the one who is being wierd! I didn't even tell you I was on a date! How did you even know!?" you cried. "Well when something is really important I make it my business to know what is going on. Especially when it comes to my little y/n-chan." Gojo explains ruffling your done up hair afterwards. "Ugh, I'm not a little kid anymore you have to start letting me go." you sigh.

You think you've finally gotten through to Gojo. He turns to you and sighs. "That lipstick is so not your color." Gojo scoffs. Gojo then takes his hand and starts forcibly rubbing his thumb on your lips to remove the makeup. You Immediately start trying to slap his hand away, but him being the strongest it was no use.

Right then your date walks in and finds you and Gojo. Gojo's hands still resting on your face smearing lipstick everywhere. You instantly muster all your strength and shove Gojo off of you. "Hiro, hi it's good to see you!" you greet your date awkwardly. Hiro puts on a very confused face. "Hi, who is this y/n" Hiro asks. "He's nobody and he was just leaving." you insist and give Gojo a face that says 'beat it'.

Gojo cracks a sinister smile. "So Hiro, how much money do you make per year?" Gojo prods. You go to hit Gojo but your hands just bounce off of him. Hiro looks very nervous and stays silent. "I was just wondering what redeeming qualities you have since attractiveness clearly isn't one of them." Gojo prattles on. Hiro turns to you "Sorry I don't think this is going to work out." Hiro says not even waiting for an excuse and rushes out.

You place your head in your hands trying to recuperate from the fiasco that just unfolded. When you look at Gojo he's happily eating his cake not at all ashamed at what he had done. "Why would you do that? That's the first time anyone has ever even wanted to ask me out." you say too defeated to yell. "Oh it's definitely not the first time. This is just the first time I haven't assessed them beforehand." Gojo states casually continuing to munch on his cake.

"What!?" you gasp in disbelief. "Oh you know I've just been really busy so I couldn't get around to it this time." he shrugs. "Not that stupid the thing you said before!" you seethed. "I'm not just gonna let anyone date you. I have to make sure they're good enough for you. I have to do alot of research. It's very tiring you know. You should really thank me. The least you could do is pay for my cake." Gojo huffs mouth full of cake.

"Oh my god..." you whimper and run your hands through your hair. "It makes so much fucking sense." you cry. "Don't cry over that guy! He was as interesting as a piece of white bread." Gojo says with gusto trying to cheer you up. "FUCK YOU! I'M GOING TO DIE ALONE BECAUSE OF YOU!" you screech and then storm out.

"And that's why I need you to date her for me!" Gojo chimes. Nanami takes a deep breath "I'm not going along with this game of yours." he sighs. "Aw c'mon! She's a great girl. You won't find anyone better than her." Gojo pleads. "Find someone else it doesn't have to be me." Nanami deflects. "Yes it does Nanami! I can only let her date in good conscience if I know the person is good." Gojo insists. "Find someone else then there are tons of people better than me." Nanami states flatly.

"No Nanami you're perfect. You're young, handsome, responsible, make a decent living, and have a nice dick. I know because I peaked in the urinal." Gojo says proudly. Nanami was disgusted with Gojo's hidden knowledge and wanted to flee as fast as possible. "Fine one date." Nanami sighs already regretting his decision.

Gojo waited outside the door of your apartment and kept banging on the door. "Hi y/n! I know you're still mad at me but I have a piece offering!" Gojo announces. "Go away! I'm still mad at you!" you yell through the door. "I can make it up to you! I got you a date with the best guy I know!" Gojo promises. You open the door "What!? When!?" you ask very confused. "Right now. Go get ready!" Gojo urges you to hustle.

You get ready as fast as you can and bolt out the door with Gojo. The walk there was stressing you out. You had no idea what kind of person Gojo set you up with all Gojo sad was 'the blond one with glasses'. On your way there Gojo walked arm in arm with you making sure you didn't trip in your heels and assuring you looked great.

When you reached the front of the restaurant Gojo pushed you through the door and waved goodbye. You were nervous, very nervous as you scanned each table to find your blind date. Till you spotted a serious looking man matching Gojo's description. You walked over and introduced yourself "Hello I'm y/n l/n. I think Gojo Satoru set us up together." you said. The man stood up from his seat and held his hand out for you to shake it. "I'm Nanami Kento." He says formally as you shake his hand.

"Have you been waiting long?" you ask genuinely concerned about how long Gojo made Nanami wait. "I've been waiting two hours, but I know that's not your fault." Nanami replies coolly. "I'm sorry he's always been like that. He must have also dragged you here for a date." you apologize. "No worries. Your a pretty and polite young woman. I'm glad he's found someone like you." Nanami says and flashes the ghost of a smile.

"What do you mean?" you ask not quite sure what Nanami was referring to. "Gojo's always going on and on about you. I'm not even sure he realizes how in love with you he is." Nanami chuckles. "No, he doesn't like me like that. He's got pretty much all of Japan to choose from if he even wanted a partner." you say trying to shut Nanami down. "That's precisely why he likes you. He's just a regular man to you. You don't care if he's rich or handsome or strong. With you he can be whatever he wants. I bet you've even gotten him to share sweets with you." Nanami explains.

"No. That can't be." you say more to yourself than to Nanami. "Yes it is. He's an extremely busy man but he makes time to spend with you. Who do you think is always covering for him?" Nanami sighs hoping you'd understand by now. Nanami looks at his watch "Any moment now he's going to realize his feelings and storm in like the man child he is. Don't say anything one he walks in just go with it." Nanami says and as if on que Gojo walks in.

"Date's over Nanami. I've decided she can do better." Gojo says as he stomps over to your table. "Why, I really like her. I'm even considering marrying her one day." Nanami bluffs. "No, you're not right for her." Gojo hisses and pulls you out of your chair. Nanami stands up "Then who is?" Nanami prods trying to get Gojo to admit it. "I am! She's mine!" Gojo yells and holds you close to his chest causing an even bigger scene in the restaurant.

Gojo processes what he just said and carries you out of the restaurant. Suddenly Gojo teleports you somewhere and when you look around you recognize that this is Gojo's appartment. Gojo says nothing and just continues walking in the direction of his bedroom. "Gojo slow down! Where are we going!?" you protest. Gojo doesn't answer and continues walking to his bedroom's adjoining bathroom. He sets you down on the counter.

"Take your makeup off." Gojo demands. "What? Why?" you ask desperate for answers. Gojo doesn't answer he just grabs a wet towel and starts scrubbing your face. "Ow that hurts!" you protest, but Gojo continues scrubbing your face too hard. After your makeup is off Gojo smiles and drags you over to his bed. He pushes you down and straddles your waist.

"What are you doing!?" you scream. "Oh c'mon y/n isn't it obvious or do I have to tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you?" Gojo whispers in your ear. "No!" you yell as you push him off of you with all your strength. Gojo falls and lands on his butt looking utterly confused. You gather yourself and begin leaving. Gojo grabbed your arm to stop you "Wait... please." he said hesitantly. "Why should I you just tried to fuck me like some whore?" you hissed.

Gojo stayed silent gathering what he was about to say "Isn't that just how I make you mine?" he questions. "No that might work on some people but that's not how you make me yours." you state. Gojo gives you a dumb stare. He was utterly shocked. No one had ever not wanted to sleep with him, and if he couldn't win you over with his body then his personality sure wasn't going to win you over. Gojo broke into a cold sweat he wanted you like no one he had ever wanted before and for once in his life what he desired was out of his reach.

He wracked his brain for something people usually wanted from him. "I know! You're like Mie Mie! I'll just give you money! How much do you want?" Gojo asks cheerfully but he was not joking this time he was dead serious. You looked at him appalled and continued walking out. "Wait! Wait! Wait!" he pleaded desperately. You only stopped when he got down on his knees in front of you "Please! Just tell me how I get you to love me!" he begged.

You had to admit you liked seeing Gojo beg for you, but now was not the time for that. You tilted his chin so he was lookingup at you "You promise you love me?" you smiled. Gojo nodded his head frantically. "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow at six?" you winked and left. Leaving an awestruck Gojo in your wake.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojou x y/n #fanfic #fanfiction

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mackeydoodledoo · 4 years ago

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The Demon Amongst Vampires

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x Demon (Fem!)Reader

Summary: Getting caught on the grounds of Castle Dimitrescu is one problem. Being a Demon hybrid is another. Getting caught WHILST being in your demon form is a whole issue. As you’re held captive in the castle, a Dimitrescu daughter has been enchanted by you.

Warnings: Blood, Slight G0R3 (Body dismemberment, but, not over-the-top gore), slightly nsfw

A/N: I didn’t understand the hype for Resident Evil 8 and now I understand why. Here is my contribution to you fellow simps. Also, since R is a demon, I’ve referenced some demon-anime characters. Bonus points if you get those references! R is My Character: Hydrangea Dragonfold! But her name is not mentioned in this story.

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As you make your kill, you hear a faint buzzing sound. However, you think nothing of it, you've heard far worse. You recall back before you ran away from your home; the screams of your now dead family. You faintly remember somebody infusing their blood with yours. You don't remember who exactly but now you're a Demon. You don't remember how you got there but you just are. You can't exactly go back to being the person you used to be.

"Who's out here?!" A demanding voice calls out

You try your best to hide yourself however, you immediately knock over something with your elbow.

"Well well, what have we here?" She asks you, immediately teleporting herself over to you

She uses the end of her sickle to bash on the side of your head. Everything goes black.

"Mother, look what I found roaming our grounds," a muffled yet familiar voice says

As you gain your consciousness you look up just as some footsteps turn to face you. You were in awe, you didn't think you'd be in the presence of such a tall woman.

"What have we here?" The tall woman asks

Your mind was everywhere, you didn't exactly hear her question. You were still questioning how you got in the castle.

"Answer mothers' question peasant!" A female voice yells, punching your jaw

You cough out blood, your jaw seemingly broken.

“Daniela don’t touch what isn’t yours!” a voice yells

“She wasn’t paying attention!” Another voice screams back

“Now now daughters, let’s all calm down now,” The tall woman says

Once you looked back up at the tall woman, you 'un-broke' your jaw, hearing it crack back into place.

"No one special that's for sure," you groan

"Well, anyone who can snap their jaw back into place without writhing in pain must be," the tall woman says, "So, let's see how special you really are."

Two of the three hooded women begin walking toward you. You however, hold up your hand.

"I'll do it myself," you sigh

You hold up your pinky and its nail begins sharpening and turning black. You hold it against your wrist and slash it with no form of wincing in pain. Blood slowly seeps out from your cut as you hold it up to the tall woman. She takes your wrist and begins sucking on your wrist that you had cut. Not even a second in, she throws your wrist back down and gags in disgust.

"That is VILE!" She screams

You kind of felt bad for offering such bad blood. But you had no other choice really.

"Then let's devour this woman's flesh quickly mother," the woman with strawberry-blonde hair suggests

"But I'm the one who brought her here," the woman with blond hair says, “I should get the first bite!”

"My sincerest apologies," you sigh, letting your cut heal itself, "Being a demon sure has its bad blood taste.. Apparently.."

"And what of this?" The tall woman gestures to your backpack

"Nothing special," you say once more, "Just shoes..... A handful of them.... My feet you see.. Let's just say I wear them out a lot faster. Speaking of shoes.... Can I get some out I don't want to leave... A nasty stain on your lovely floors."

The tall woman snaps her fingers and the blonde woman reaches into your backpack. She pulls out two black sandals. The other two women snicker.

"Nice to have 'em cheap really," you add as you watch the blonde woman put them on your feet

"Take this.. Demon, Bela," the tall woman says, "You're in charge of it."

"I have a name and pronouns you know," you nearly spat, slightly angered

The blond woman flies to you and holds your chin, making you look up at her.

"You sure have some nerve to be talking to mother like that," she smirks at you

"Being a demon sure has its perks," you smirk back, "Well, you're in charge Ms. Lady."

She drags you up from the ground to make you stand up. She grabs you by the arm and begins dragging you out of the tall lady's chamber.

"So.... What's your plan with me?" You ask, monotonus

"I'll make you my plaything," she smiles maliciously, "After I'm finished with you, I will eat your flesh."

You just listen to her ramble on about how she'll kill you, unphased. However she stops when she doesn't hear a reply out of your mouth.

"How are you not afraid?" She asks

"I have nowhere else to be, no other family to go home to," you start, “So, what does a demon like myself have left to lose? Besides, you’d be doing me a favor hot stuff.”

You saw her cheek flush a faint pink color when you realized you called her cute.

"Also, I wouldn't want you eating demon flesh," you sigh, "You've seen how your.... Mother reacted to my blood. Can't really imagine what my flesh will taste like...."

"Then why don't I find out?" She asks, menacingly

You look at her confused however wince in pain when she takes a bite out of your arm. You watch her eat the part of your flesh and blood. However, mid-eating the flesh she tore off you, she stops and opens her eyes.

"You're.... Divine," she moans, finishing her snack

You look at her in slight awe, the moonlight complimenting her pale skin. Her eyes dilated from the apparent divine taste of you.

"One, a little warning next time you decide to snack on me,” You groan, watching the indent on your arm heal, “Two, I can regenerate my skin cells a lot faster than the average. But it'll regenerate slower if you continuously eat from the same spot. I can also snap my bones back into place. Hence me being able to snap my jaw back into place when your sister punched the hell out of me."

The both of you stare at each other before she breaks the eye contact and dragging you to her chambers.

"You okay with a demon in your room?" You ask, "Aren't you afraid of a sleep paralysis demon?"

You asked it as a joke, however, Bela turns to you, confused.

"What's that?" She asks

"You've-you've never heard of a sleep paralysis demon?" You ask

She shakes her head.

"Well," you smirk, "You just might see one."

Bela giggles, "well aren't you a sharp tongued little demon."

"I'm not little," you growl

"Aww the little demon is so cute when she's mad," Bela continues teasing you

Having enough your instincts take over, a ring of bright blue fire takes over your body, two flame like horns protrude from your head, your pupils turning into vein like slits, your canines sharpening to a point, as do your nails and finally, your tail bone becomes an actual tail. Your nail dug into the other woman's wrists as she gazes up at your new appearance.

"My my little demon aren't you all riled up," she says seductively

You say nothing but look at her unamused. However, your grip on her doesn't loosen, trying to intimidate her with your supposedly terrifying secret. However, she moves her leg over you so that she’s straddling you. The grip you had on her subsides and she gives your wrists the same treatment. She leans down close so that one side of her hair drapes over you like a curtain and her lips within touching distance.

"If you think you can come in here unannounced and nearly top me, you're in for a world of hell," she whispers

"Well I was brought here against my will," you joke, "But, I don't think that's a bad thing at all."

You smirk at her. You look at her lips then back up at her eyes. Feeling bold mysteriously, you raise your head up to meet her lips. You pull away the second you snap yourself back to reality.

"Why did you pull away little demon?" She asks

At that point you couldn't be mad at her for calling you by your now pet name. You couldn't find the proper answer.

"I don't know," you half-assed it

She lifts your arm and licks the blood that remains on your wrists, moaning in pleasure from how your blood tasted.

"If you ever cross me like that ever again, I'll make sure you're going to pay for it," she whispers

"Any way you want princess," you smirk

It was a restless night for you, you continuously fought with your demon self from transforming. You managed to persuade the other woman to have you sleep on the floor, out of fear of setting anything on fire. You couldn't stop growling. The tossing and turning wasn't helping either.

"What's wrong micul meu demon?" The other woman asks, groaning

"N-nothing I'm fine," you answer all groggy like, "Did-did I wake y-you?"

"No," she says, "I'll help you. Come into bed demon mic."

"I'm fine," you growl, almost letting your demon come out

You feel a swarm of insects roaming around your body until you felt plopped down onto a bed. The other woman snakes her arms around your midsection and you suddenly felt your demon... Rest. That's never happened before..

"Better?" She asks

"Yeah," you confess, settling yourself in, "Thanks..."

You could feel her breath going right down your neck. You were both nervous and aroused. You turn your body so that you’re facing the other woman.

“Are you aright?” She asks

You nod, letting the feeling of the embrace and you take the opportunity to finally enjoy a nights sleep.

“Good night, micul meu demon,” Bela whispers into your ear

Of all things you’ve experienced in one day, a compassionate vampire lady wasn’t an expectation.

The next several months go by and you're beginning to open up with Bela and everyone else. Everyone has grown fond of you and you teach them about the different kinds of powers you have. You'd often have sparring sessions with Bela in order for her to brush up her skills. Majority of the time its been her catching you. For her “personal reward” she’d take a bite out of your flesh, blood, whatever she wanted to do with you. But today's sparring session, not this time you think to yourself as you navigate through the castle.

"Nowhere to run demon mea," Bela teases as you navigate through the dungeons

"Yeah?" You taunt back, "There'll be nowhere to hide once I get you!"

From the shadows you could hear a swarm of flies form around you. You could feel Bela's presence, she hasn't even touched you and you immediately pin her to the wall, one hand holding her wrists above her head, the other almost clawing her face.

"I got you little princess," you smirk, "I win."

You lean in to kiss her fiercely. She returns the kiss as well. You let go of her wrists and coil your arms around her waist, she digs her fingers into your hair as you begin digging your lips into the crook of her neck. You didn't realize how hard you were sucking her skin until you tasted blood. You hear a moan escape out of her mouth as you suckle on her neck.

"I don't know about me," you say, seductively, "But you are divine."

Your hand unconsciously explores Bela's slim figure. Your hand travels further and further down before you reached a slit in her dress. Before you could even give her the pleasure you've been dying to give her, she lets out a strangled sigh and slaps your hand away.

"Ow! Damn Bela," you growl, slightly upset, "What was that for?"

"You haven't earned that perk yet micul meu demon," she teases, "Maybe tonight my love, during the full moon."

Out of pure arousal, your demon form pops out, your tail wagging. You try to put them away but to no avail.

"Micul meu demon," she whispers into your ear

Blue flames ignite. You force yourself to stop them and control your heartbeat and breathing.

"She's all riled up," Bela continues teasing

"You're lucky I have no willpower to destroy you," you growl

"Maybe you will tonight," she teases again

You watch her disappear into bugs and fly off..

"Bela's really taking a liking to you," Cassandra appears, making you jump, "Oh I made the little demon scared."

"Don't call me little demon Cass," You sigh, "Only Bela can call me that. By the way, shouldn't you be torturing some new plaything right now?"

"I'm waiting for mother to bring in a new one," she says

"Well have fun with that," you sigh, chuckling slightly

Cassandra flies off to who knows where. Daniela is doing god-knows-what. Lady Dimitrescu is in a meeting with the other three houses, leaving you in your thoughts and awaiting Bela to return.

An hour goes by and you haven't seen any trace of Bela.. You become slightly upset.. However, you just decide to go back into Bela's chambers until Lady Dimitrescu calls you for dinner or Bela calls for you. However, as you're ascending the staircase, you could hear Bela's voice. You open a window slightly to see her getting knocked to the ground by a mysterious figure you weren't familiar with.

"Bela!" You call out

You propel yourself from the open window and concentrate your fire power into your legs to reach Bela faster.

"STOP!" You scream

You forward flip and use one foot and attempt to heel the enemy trespasser from injuring Bela further. You missed however, the trespasser launches himself backward as you do the same, guarding Bela. Your demon taking control of you, you growl and snarl.

"Who. Are. You?" Your demon voice and normal voice ask, combined, "What gives you the right to touch what isn't yours?!"

"Oh, my mistake," he only says, "You weren’t around so I didn’t think. And a human plaything claiming that she owns a vampire? Don’t joke with me now kid."

You snarl at the nickname as you were so used to Bela calling you 'My little Demon'. You've warmed up to the nickname and only Bela could call you that.

"I wouldn’t be joking if I didn’t just launch myself from a castle window.” You say

The both of you charge at each other and engage in a fight. You try to yell back toward Bea to get Alcina or even Cassandra. But, each time you were able to turn around, you couldn’t tell her to get out of harms way. Letting your anger get the best of you, you gain the upper hand however, letting one opening in, the enemy elbows you in the stomach and throws you towards Bela's direction.

"Micul meu demon! Are you okay?!" She asks, towering over you, trying to check you out for any severe injuries

You nod, not able to form words from the wind being knocked out of your body. The both of you hear footsteps crunching the snow. Bela becomes her usual terrifying self from when the two of you first met and throws her body over yours, guarding it.

“You keep away from her!" She growls

"And what will you do?" He asks, laughing, "Protect this... Human? HAH! Don't make me laugh! This human isn’t special!"

He kicks Bela in the chin and knocks her away from you. Something in you snapped, what the trespasser did to Bela alone made your blood boil.

"As for you weak 'human plaything' I'll help myself to dinner and-"

Before he could step onto your stomach, you catch his boot with your hand, digging your now black nails and singed arms into its soles. He looks down at you, noticing a bright glow emitting from below him. You were engulfed in blue flames. Your nails and arms singed up to your elbows. The pupils in your eyes had turned into slits and your upper and lower canines sharpened to a point. A tail and two flame like horns appear from your forehead.

"Don't you EVER touch what's mine!" You snarl, your demon voice merging with yours, nearly overlapping your regular voice

You launch him of the ground and elbow his stomach the same way he did to you, only, you elbow a lot hard and into the ground. He coughs out blood as he kicks you out of the way. This unphased you as you no longer feel the pain that had been inflicted on you earlier.

"Damn kid," he coughs, "What's up with you?!"

You only scream at him and charge toward him, footprints being singed onto the ground, melting the snow. Using whatever strength he had left, he slices your arm off, along with a leg, catching you off guard. This gives him the opportunity to launch you back away from him You snap out of your demon frenzy, but still remain in your form to protect Bela.

"決起術 (けっきじゅつ)," you and your demon growl, your newly regenerated hand out toward the enemy vampire. The dismembered leg had also grown back. [Translation: "Blood Demon Art"]

"H-how?! I cut off your limbs.... How are they now grown back?!" He asks demandingly, looking frantically for whatever you were reaching out for

"熱血 (ばっけつ)!!!" You scream, closing your hand, a blue flame exiting from the two ends of your closed fist [Translation: "Exploding Blood!!"]

From across the field, the vampire bursts into a blue flame. Hearing him scream, he begins writhing in pain.

"Who are YOU?!?!" He screams

"An offspring of The Devil," you announce, your human voice comes through, "I protect what's mine!"

"Please just make it stop!!" He yells, "I won't come back and touch her again I promise!!"

"And you never will," You only reply before making the flame ignite further

You watch him burn to a crisp. Watching him become nothing more than ash. You turn to Bela to check on her. When you realized she wasn't moving, you skid across the snowy ground you try to get Bela to wake up.

"Hey hey, come on princess," you say, "Don't you DARE leave me now. Come on speak to me!"

You were practically yelling at that point. You hear other footsteps coming out to your direction and you look up; Alcina comes running out to your direction.

"What on earth happened?!" Alcina asks, "What did you do?!"

"An enemy vampire trespassed through your grounds, Alcina" you explain, "I didn't notice him until I heard Bela crying out for help."

"Where is this trespasser?!" She asks

"I burned him to a crisp," you answer

She looks up at you, in disbelief. However, when you look at her, there was no joke in your voice or expression.

"My daughter wake up," she tries calling out to her daughter

As you watch Alcina try to wake her daughter, it hit you. You know what she needs.

"B-blood, that's it right? You need blood!" You ask Bela, trying to get her to speak

Without thinking, you strip off your leather jacket in an effort to Keep her warm. Not caring about your own body heat, you use your claws to make a scar onto your forearm. You take Bela into your un-bloodied arm as you hold out your bloodied one out above her mouth, squeezing the life out of your arm to have your blood drip. You gently open her mouth just as a blood drop falls into her mouth.

"Come on, come on," you panic

You watch as she begins to writhe and then watching her mouth latch onto your arm, drinking your blood. It was painful, feeling her fangs sink into your flesh, however, for her, you'd endure it. You place your palm under her head to keep her head steady. You couldn't help but smile slight as you continue to watch her suckling on your arm like a little baby. Bela finally gains consciousness and stops feeding on you. Praying she didn't drink too much.

"Micul meu demon" she smiles, her fingers gently dancing across your features

Tears rolled down your eyes as you kiss her unconsciously, regardless if there was now blood on your own mouth.

"How did you-" Alcina asks

"She... Apparently likes the way my blood and flesh tastes," you say, "One of the reasons why your daughter decided to keep me."

You pick Bela up and walk back into the castle with Alcina and her two other daughters waiting for you three in the foyer.

For the first time that night, you could finally sleep peacefully. The both of you were entangled in each others' embrace, wasting the remaining night away. You never expected that you’d be the demon amongst the vampires. It was never a thought to you that of all living creatures, you, a demon of all things, had caught the eyes of a vampire. Maybe being a demon is a blessing...

#resident evil #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #female reader #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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Resurrect Me (N.R.)

Warnings: swearing; death; Hell/the Underworld; cliff jumping lol

Word Count≈ 3.1k (yikes lol my bad)

Hecate一 the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, the moon, ghosts, and necromancy. Known to be an intricate mosaic of good and evil, destruction and beauty. Capable of granting wishes, summoning the dead, resurrections, teleportation, warping realities on unfathomable scales, mind control, energy manipulation, and any sorcery or magic known to the Gods. Second only to Zeus himself.

I am the human embodiment of Hecate. I am not Hecate; she merely resides in the depths of my soul and provides me guidance. We do not communicate through words; she speaks through dreams and gut feelings, and sometimes even through signs in the outside world. I have not mastered the powers she’s granted me, nor have I reached my full potential. In addition to the Goddess’ powers, I hold the basic Olympian powers, such as superhuman speed and stamina. I have no recollection of how I merged with Hecate or the life I lived before this point, and she has provided me with no answers, but I do not question her motives.

Agent Phil Coulson came across me in my temple in Turkey. Apparently, he had discovered strange energy readings coming from the temple. When he arrived, I used the power of energy manipulation to blow the concrete off of me, and that is the first thing I remember一 emerging from underneath Hecate’s temple.

I joined the Avengers during the Battle of New York. Agent Coulson had recommended me to Fury when he was piecing together the Avengers Initiative. In the three years between my awakening and the invasion, I practiced my sorcery mercilessly and studied Hecate deep in the Greek countryside. I’ve stuck with the Avengers throughout the years, fighting every battle alongside them. Through the ups and downs, I’ve fallen head over heels for Natasha Romanoff. One would assume that with so much power, I’d be confident and have any mortal begging at my feet. That couldn’t be any more inaccurate, however. As I’ve said, I am not Hecate; I am simply the human embodiment of the goddess. And as a human, I turn into a blushing, stuttering mess whenever the levelheaded assassin is near. Consequently, there have been many years of pining, but I’ve yet to muster up the courage to ask the woman on a date.

In our most recent war, we’ve gone up against a mad titan一 Thanos. We lost terribly. Half of all living things inhabiting the universe were snapped away. I can’t help but ponder whether things would’ve gone differently if I had better mastered my powers. I potentially hold all the capabilities of the goddess of magic; aside from Zeus, I hold more power than any being to ever exist. I’ve practiced my sorcery every day for the past five years on the off chance that we ever get a rematch一 a chance to bring everyone back. I’ve improved significantly, but Hecate has been oddly quiet for the past few years. It’s driving me crazy. I know she’s still there, but she hardly provides an ounce of guidance.

And so, that is where I find myself now一 practicing sorcery in the room specifically designed to isolate me when I use dark magic. Everyone who has access to the training section of the compound knows that they should never enter this room. It is far too dangerous for regular mortals. As I warp the room’s reality, a dark mist envelops me. When it clears, the room has changed into a 50s ballroom. I look down to see an elegant maroon ball gown covering my body, and I scan the empty area. I hear a pair of heels clicking toward me, and I spin around, already panicking. In order for someone to be here with me, they would have to be an inhabitant of the location’s true reality. My eyes land upon the woman I’ve grown to love, dressed up for the event. She is wearing an extravagant light blue ball gown, and her hair is carefully done up.

“Natasha? What are you doing here?”

“Why I came to dance with you, of course.” She steps closer and drapes her arms around my neck, swaying to the nonexistent music. Stay calm. Don’t panic. There’s no way I’m making her do this. I’m not even doing anything! Of course I’m the one making her do this, who else would it be?! Breathe in. Breathe out. My powers don’t control me. I control them. Just breathe. I can do this. I know how to do this.

As I focus on the magic coursing through my veins, a black mist envelops us, and the room returns to its original form一 a basic training room with black padded walls. I immediately take a large step back from Natasha.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Natasha?! You know you can’t come in here! I could’ve seriously hurt you!”

“I...I’m sorry. I thought you’d just be moving shit with your mind. I didn’t realize you could do...that, whatever that was.”

“That was reality manipulation. I didn’t know you were here and I don’t have full control of it, so you got caught up in it. Are you okay? Do you remember it?”

“Yeah, I remember it clear as day. I was still me and I was still in control, it was just...different, I guess.”

“Well, I literally warped your reality, so even if you felt in control, you might not have been.”

“You stopped it, though. I remember when that seemed impossible. You’re getting better.”

“Thanks, I guess.” I awkwardly scratch the back of my neck. “What did you come in here for in the first place?”

“This is gonna sound crazy, but Scott Lang is here. We might have a way to bring everybody back.”

“Wait, what? Holy shit. It’s happening. Okay, come on then!” I eagerly walk past her, grabbing her hand as I pass her, and we leave my training room. I realize that I’m still holding her hand as we make it to the meeting room, and I immediately drop it, clearing my throat. If I wasn’t so familiar with the sensation, then I would swear that my ears and cheeks are on fire.

<//>

We all step onto the platform in matching white and red time-travel suits. “We’re really doing this?”

“Hell yeah, we’re doing this,” Clint answers.

“Alright, then. We bring everybody back,” I say with determination. “Whatever it takes,” Steve adds.

“See you in a minute,” Natasha adds with a smirk. Before I can appreciate how beautiful she looks with the glimmer of hope in her eyes, we’re flying through a flurry of colors. Nebula, Natasha, Rhodey, Clint, and I land on Morag. We all say our respective goodbyes before Nat, Clint, and I get on a jet to head to Vormir.

<//>

“A soul for a soul.”

“What? That’s insane. Look, no offense, Mr. Bloody Tampon, but why should we just trust what you’re saying? Because you know their fathers’ names?”

“I didn’t.” I looked into Natasha’s eyes as she spoke and I instantly wish that I could replace the dull sadness with the bright hope that had filled them before.

“He doesn’t know my father’s name. If he’s some mystical being, then why can’t he tell me that?” I turned to face him as I asked the question.

“I’m afraid you are a mystery. I am meant to know everything about any being who seeks the stone, but I know nothing of your identity.”

“Hm. Seems like a load of bullshit to me,” I deadpanned.

“We need to do this. We need to bring everyone back. I’ve spent the past five years trying to reverse the snap, and now I finally know how to fix it. Let me do it.” As Natasha spoke, she grabbed both of my hands in hers.

“And I’ve spent every day for the past five years training to do this. I wasn’t just practicing sorcery and talking to dead people for fun, Nat. All I wanted was to do better一 to fix this. If anyone is jumping off that cliff, it’s gonna be me.”

“No. Absolutely not. Neither of you is dying for that stone. I’ve done horrible things these past few years. I’ve killed...so many people. It should be me,” Clint says, and Natasha and I turn to face him, but one of her hands remains in mine.

“No way in hell, Clint. And not you either, Nat. Both of you guys have families. You’re not sacrificing yourselves. I won’t let you. And you can’t stop me even if you try.” Nat gives me a questioning look as I mention her family and I speak in her head ‘I know about them, Nat. And they need you. She needs her big sister.’

“What are you saying?” I can hear the anxiety lacing Nat’s words, and it causes a pit to form in my stomach.

“I think you know what I’m saying, Natty.”

“Then you don’t leave me much of a choice.” She shoots a Widow’s Bite toward me, but I stop it using energy manipulation without even having to lift a finger.

“You can’t beat me, Nat. Please, don’t fight me on this.”

“I call bullshit.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Clint running toward the edge while we’re distracted, and I teleport in front of him, throwing him backward. I use mind control to force him to stay down. I sense Natasha running toward the edge behind me, and I teleport in front of her. I use energy manipulation to keep her in place, and I grab onto her biceps.

“I’m really sorry, Nat. I hate that I’m doing this to you, but I can’t let you throw yourself off a cliff for some stupid stone. Your life is worth so much more than that. You’re an amazing person, and your ledger was cleared of its red so long ago. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

“This is sounding an awful lot like a goodbye.”

“You can be sarcastic all you want, but I’m not walking out of this one, Natty.”

“Don’t do this. The team needs you.”

“No, they don’t, Nat, and we both know it. They need you.”

“And what if I need you?!”

“Well if that’s the case, you’ll figure it out, just like you always do. Don’t let something like this hold you back. Goodbye, Natasha Romanoff.” I kiss her cheek before turning around. I start walking towards the edge, but it quickly turns into a sprinting pace as I hear Nat screaming for me to stop. Just before I reach the edge, I lift the mind control from Clint and I release Nat, just in case it doesn’t automatically lift when I die. I push myself off the cliff, turning mid-jump so I’m not facing the ground. As I’m falling through the air, I see Clint holding Nat in his arms as her screams fill my ears. I hit the ground and everything goes black.

<//>

“Hello, y/n. It’s good to see you again.” I sat up and一 what the hell is that smell? “Ah, yes. That would be burning flesh. Welcome to Hell, darling.”

“Uh...what? Who are you?”

“Yes, I suppose I should explain, hm? I am Hecate, Goddess of一”

“Yeah, I know what you’re the goddess of. How did I get here?”

“I thought you were smarter than this. You died, obviously.”

“And went to Hell? Damn.”

“Oh, relax. Hell isn’t what the mortals think it is. This is the Underworld. All of the dead reside here. The bad people get punished, the good people don’t. Simple as that. We don’t have a lot of time, so I need to explain. I am cursed; I cannot leave the Underworld. However, my human embodiment can, and that is where you come into play. You hold all my power, and I can see you’ve been practicing, but you’ve never lived up to your full potential.”

“Hey! Rude!”

“Don’t interrupt. I didn’t allow you to live up to your full potential, not until we met, anyway.”

“And I had to die in order for that to happen?”

“Yes. I’m giving you all of my power, but I can still stop you if I ever need to. I know you don’t want to risk hurting the people you love, especially the redhead, but you need to trust yourself. Trust your powers. Have a little faith. You are a goddess, remember. Don’t let people forget it. That purple thumb is nothing compared to you, even with his colorful rocks. Your family needs you now. You must help them.”

“That’s it? Why do they need help? How will I know what to do?”

“I will always be there to help you, Y/N. You can handle this. This is nothing. You are part of me, just as I am part of you. You are my daughter, after all. I should know your capabilities better than anyone.”

“Wait, daughter?!”

“Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Oh well, it doesn’t matter right now, anyway. You need to go.”

“Go where?”

“Home, darling.”

The earth above us cracks open and I can hear faint sounds of fighting on the surface. I look at Hecate as she nods. Before I even realize I’m doing it, black mist surrounds my body and lifts me through the crack. I step out of the mist onto the ground and a staff appears in my right hand. I tap it once on the ground and my white suit is replaced by an all-black leather outfit that’s definitely made for a goddess. I smirk and make eye contact with the titan across the battlefield. His sickly creatures race toward me as they notice the new threat on the field. I summon an army of ghouls from the cracks in the earth. As the aliens and the undead clash, I teleport in front of Thanos.

“And who might you be, dear?” He acts confident, but I can sense his fear.

“I am Y/N, daughter of Hecate.” He tilts his head in a questioning manner. “Oh, did someone not study mythology? Hm, then let’s be blunt, shall we? I’m a goddess, ass-chin.” I throw my staff at his throat, but he catches it. He moves to swing his large sword at me, but I capture his arm in black mist. When he tries to move the other arm, I restrain that one, as well. “Well, that surely can’t be all you’ve got, hm? Pity, I thought it’d be more exciting than that.” If I were to look in a mirror at that moment, I would’ve noticed my ghostly pale skin, black eyes, and the raw power spreading through my veins like a black road-map.

“It’s not over yet, my dear child.” Before I can question the meaning of his words, an alien tosses him the gauntlet. It slides on his exposed hand, but I hold it open with dark magic. I look around and notice that the army of the undead is nowhere to be seen. My teammates are pinned down, even with the help of those who were snapped. There is a feeling in my gut and a voice in my head that tells me what I must do. I pull the gauntlet off his hand with black mist and slide my hand inside. I feel the power surging into my body. “What are you doing? That power will kill you!” Thanos sounds truly desperate.

“That’s cute. Truly, it is, but you can’t kill someone who’s already dead.” I close my hand and snap my fingers. His army fades to dust and he slumps to the ground before floating away with them. I drop the gauntlet to the ground and look around. Natasha runs toward me and throws her arms around my neck in a firm hug.

“Wha一what happened to you? How are you here? I thought you died!”

I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder before saying, “I did die. I am dead.”

She pulls away and looks at me from head to toe. “Well that explains why you’re so damn pale, but now I have so many more questions.”

“I am Hecate’s daughter, so I am technically a goddess, like her. I’m not sure if I was technically resurrected or not, but I can probably一”

She cut me off with a gentle yet passionate kiss. She pulls away and searches my eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” she admits.

“Me too,” I breathe out.

“Yeah, I picked up on that. You’re not very discrete.” I laughed and a smirk spread across her face. “As sexy as this whole ‘powerful goddess’ thing is, am I going to get the old you back? You know, the one who blushes whenever I look at her? The one who’s, like, alive?”

I smile at her and glance down at her lips as a thick black mist appears behind me. I step backward into it as her face morphs into a look of confusion. She disappears from sight as a wall of black fills my vision, and a surge of power spreads throughout my body. I fall to my knees and the black cloud disappears. Natasha rushes over and kneels in front of me. “Are you okay? What the hell was that?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think I’m alive again.” I lift my head and meet her eyes.

“Your skin isn’t crazy pale anymore, and your eyes are their normal color again.”

“Sweet.”

“Cool.”

We both crack up and I lean my forehead against hers as our laughter fades.

Tony interrupts our moment of peace. “This is all good and dandy, but does someone wanna explain what the hell just happened?”

I raise my head and look at my teammates一 my family. “I kicked the purple thumb’s ass. That’s what happened.” I can feel a warm presence in my heart, and I know that my mother is with me.

“Yes, yes, I noticed. I also noticed a bunch of demons. Care to explain that one?”

“They weren’t demons...they were just...the souls...of dead people. I can summon the dead. You knew that.”

“Uh, I definitely didn’t know that.” I laugh and shake my head at the eccentric man.

I stand up, pulling Natasha with me, and bring her into another embrace. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Natty,” I whisper in her ear before pressing a delicate kiss to her temple.

A/N: I literally had this completely finished and edited over a month ago and I hadn’t posted it yet soooooo... idk here it is

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You Don't Love Her

Chapter 8: From Grave to Cradle

Content Warnings: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF TORTURE. Murder, blood and gore, content typical violence, tension filled fighting, slight descent into madness

When it came to places to conduct your business, your options were currently limited. You couldn’t bring your work to Maria’s, she might actually kill you for that, and your old compound was… compromised. It seemed that your only option was the abandoned building you had met Farai in before, so that’s where you went. Disappearing into smoke and brimstone before Natasha could begin her count, you stepped out onto concrete floors and pillars along with the man with the missing finger. The air had gained the slightest hint of burnt flesh and fabric, the aroma stemming from the HYDRA operative crumpled on the ground below you. Patches of his skin were charred off, pink and white peeking and oozing through the epidermis, the side of his face and his arms reddened with hints of brittle black peaking through. As he groaned and whimpered on the floor, you pulled up a chair and teleported away to find a chain.

When you returned, you had half expected for the man to have moved; instead you found him in his same place on the floor. Grabbing him by the scalp, you dragged him over to the chair and sat him down in it, chaining his limbs to the arms and legs of the chair. His head was slumped back on the chair, his breaths heavy and uneven as you stood above him. Looking down at his knee, you grinned maliciously as you propped your foot up on the wounded joint, pressing your weight into it.

“Wakey wakey sunshine, we need to have a little talk.” You relished in his scream of pain, your eyes flickering to his ringed hand. His nails were digging into the wood of the arm, specks of blood welling up from beneath the nail beds. You gently took hold of his thrashing head, your fingers wrapped around his jaw to force his bleary eyes to meet your own. The muscles in his jaw tensed under your fingers, his water-filled eyes burning into your own. His face was contorted into a grimacing snarl, his tongue working behind his teeth before spitting in your face. Calmly wiping the saliva off of your face, you take your foot from his knee and the gun from your belt. “You know. I was going to at least try to be nice about this considering how far you managed to get with araña but-“ You placed the barrel of the pistol beside his ear, your finger resting on the trigger “I see that you’ve chosen to be difficult.” Pulling the trigger, your face remained blank as his head cocked to the side, flinching away from the heated metal as blood leaked from his ear. You swiped a finger at the trail leaking down to his neck, licking your finger off and scrunching your nose at the taste. “You’re fucking disgusting-“ He spat the words out with venom, craning his head to watch as you walked behind him, immediately thrashing in his seat once you left his view. “And you taste diseased. Then again, what else would I expect from a piece of HYDRA shit.” “I taste diseased?! Don’t make me laugh. You look like a mutated furby that grew fucking legs.” You snickered a little at that, grabbing the scalpel and bone saw off of the edge of the now melted ice bath. Twirling the scalpel between your fingers, you slipped the blade of the saw into your belt and stood in front of the seething man. Crouching down, you slipped the point of the scalpel under the nail of his pointer finger. “Alright pretty boy, let’s start off simple, yeah?” He tried to jerk his hand up in an attempt to escape the blade, finding it instead pressed down into the wood. “Where is HYDRA keeping my followers.” You pushed the tip of the scalpel into the skin, digging it into the meat between the nail and the bone. The man whimpered but his mouth remained closed, the point pushing further into the space between finger and nail with each passing second, ripping and cutting all at the same time. As the keratin plate of his index finger lifted, his body spasmed; shocks of pain coursing through his system. “Cmon pretty boy, if you answer fast then maybe I won’t have to move on to the next finger.” You made eye contact with the operative, facing a mixture of fear and hatred as you grabbed hold of the now lifted nail. “I only have eight more to play with, I’d hate to go through my new toys so quickly.” You waited for his answer, but nothing became of your patience; not even a single syllable. Sighing softly, you gently patted his burnt cheek with your free hand, a pity filled look taking over your features. “You’re really forcing my hand here, I don’t want to have to hurt you like this.” His eyes flickered down to the nail pinched between two fingers, flinching and yelling whenever you tugged even the slightest bit. “I-I’m not forcing you to d- fuck fuck fuck NO-“

He quickly learned that denial was the wrong approach, finger by finger, nail by nail, blood and tissue dropping to the floor. Slowly but surely you worked your way through his hands, tears rushing from his eyes upon completion. He had told you so painfully little, it only made sense that you reprimand him after all. The location was useful but, you needed more than just some measly coordinates; you needed to know what they were doing, what they had done to your children. It was your right to know, you were their protector, their progenitor, their savior, their lifeline. Without you they had been crushed and scattered like roaches in the night, surely he understood that- surely HYDRA understood that as they kidnapped the poor souls. When you had asked you had received nothing, so you decided to try again after removing his middle finger. And again with his index. And again with his thumb. And again, and again, and again. The charred flesh cut away easily compared to the skin untouched by the heat and agony of your personal dimension. More tissue hit the floor, more information was gained. Your enlightened ones, your loyal soldiers, your followers, your children; they were nothing more than science experiments to HYDRA. They had been cut open and drained, had been poked and prodded by needles and various other metal implements, their precious blood and plasma stolen from their bodies in a futile attempt at copying whatever the hell it was that made these hybrids into what they were. You knew deep down to expect no less of the evil organization, and yet you felt a piece of yourself begin to shrivel up into itself, feelings of realization and the desire for retribution solidifying inside of your chest. Stepping back from the chair, you gazed down at the man with a cruel sneer. Dried tears clung to his cheeks, fat drops and smears of red and rust brown stained his clothing, dark-hued clots dried on the floor beneath him. “You know, pretty boy. I bet that earlier you thought that you were going to get lucky, didn’t you?” Walking back over to the chair, you bent down and wrapped your hand around his throat, squeezing until the operative had begun to audibly choke. “You were so ready to taste the liquor on someone else’s lips, and yet your last meal is going to be your own blood.” You pushed back your hair with your free hand, starting to laugh giddily. “I suggest that you spend these last few seconds choosing a god that will listen to you so that you can beg to make it into a peaceful afterlife, preferably someone other than me.” You squeezed his throat harder, feeling the soft tissues and structured muscles collapse in on themselves as smoke pooled around your feet. “I wouldn’t let you through any gate that isn’t hell.” Keeping a hold on his throat, you teleported into your alternate dimension, watching as the wooden chair turned to ash almost immediately, leaving the man’s body to be held in the air by your hand. You watched as the blue-gray smoke surrounded and attacked his body, as his skin slowly melted and flaked away as though it was wax or ash. You listened as his gargled screams pierced the toxic air, as his wheezing attempts at breath failed. You watched and you listened as his body was immolated before you.

You watched and you listened as he met the same fate as your lover did, all those years ago. As he faded away you could feel his soul struggle in your realm in a similar fashion as hers had.

It’s a shame you didn’t care enough for him to save him the way you had saved her.

Compared to the fiasco that took place at the gala, scanning S.H.I.E.L.D.’s databases for HYDRA locations near the appearances of the demons was mundane, boring even. It was the opposite of what Natasha had needed, as it meant that she could trap herself in her own head and the age-old question of ‘Why?’. The ‘why’s’ ranged from fairly obvious to all consuming as Natasha worked. Why did you take the HYDRA agent she had found? Why didn’t she shoot you at the gala? Why did she let you live when she had first met you? All of this, the demons, the trauma to the team, the expenses to repairing stark towers and the various destroyed electrical components of the tower, all of it could have been avoided if she had just followed orders that day.

The thought alone of agreeing with a Red Room command made her sick to her stomach. It was against everything she had stood for, everything she had grown into, everything she had run away from. As her stomach roiled against itself, cold and swirling like a sea, she refocused on the database before her. Lines of text and location coordinates, all connected to maps of various forested areas and sprawls of concrete jungles not entirely dissimilar from that of New York, scrolled over the screen for Natasha to take in. Nothing seemed to match up to the last known whereabouts of the Nightcrawler. The minutes flashed by at the same speed as the text as Natasha searched, her concentration was so deeply focused onto the task ahead of her, she barely allowed herself the time to drink, to blink, to breathe. She had to put her all into this, there was no other option in her mind; if she didn’t then that was just another second for her to think about her past and its consequences. The past that she had believed was oh so expertly put behind her always seemed to rear its ugly head at the worst times; she refused to give it a chance to come up again. Not here, not now, not when she had a job to do. She’d continue to work even as an unidentified emotion clawed its way down her throat into her lungs, stealing the air and settling in to weigh her down. She’d continue even as tears of frustration and guilt fell down her face, pooling on her desk just below the keyboard. She’d continue all the way until footage from a hidden camera found its way to her monitor screen, proudly showing the image of a furred and tailed figure walking into a bunker that was cleared off by S.H.I.E.L.D. intel to be empty. Hell that bunker was known to have nothing in it, a husk of what was once a HYDRA base, so why would you be interested in it? Zooming in the footage, Natasha switched from camera to camera posted within the location; the area surrounding the bunker looked recently disturbed, as recently as a month judging based off of the cleared foliage and various disturbed environmental factors.

Whoever had marked the base as empty had been wrong. Not only had they been wrong, but they had to have missed major developments within the base. Such major developments weren’t possible to just glance over; someone had cleared this base on purpose, and possibly many others just like it. Natasha would have to deal with the implications of the discovery at a later time, right now she needed to suit up.

The air in the Quinjet was still, the only noise in the cabin being Steve’s pre-mission lecture and the natural hum of the aircraft. “Remember team, Nightcrawler is a threat that should be neutralized as soon as contact is made, make an effort to use non-lethal force until absolutely necessary.” Next to Natasha, Tony rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, scoffing at the Captain’s monologue. “Yeah old man, because they’re gonna be so nice and not use lethal force first.” Steve bristled at Tony’s words, the muscles of his neck flexing in annoyance as he turned to the hatch door. “Makes them no different than a HYDRA goon, there’s still a person in there, no matter how messed up. Trying to kill them as soon as we make contact means we stoop to their level, and I refuse to do that.” Natasha and Tony stood up, weapons and tech priming as the Quinjet descended. Steve readied his shield and looked back to his teammates. “Don’t worry old man-” Tony rolled his shoulders, the repulsors of his boots firing up and allowing him to float, “-I’ll go low enough for all three of us.”

Barreling off the jet, the three Avengers descended to the ground and fanned out, Tony searching high and clearing the perimeter as Natasha and Steve entered the lair. The snow crunched under their boots, their breath fogging up as they entered the bunker. It was quiet, too quiet as the super soldier and the spy crept through the dark halls with only flood lights to guide their way. “I dunno about you Cap, but I’m getting some serious deja vu here.” Steve chuckled, holding up a hand to signal a stop and craning his head back to look at Natasha. He pointed ahead and split his fingers in two directions, it was time to split up. Natasha didn’t necessarily agree with this part of the plan, but it was necessary to cover as much ground in as little time as possible if they were to find and catch you; you’d just get away if they were both in the same place at the same time. Making her way to the right, the spy pulled her gun from her holster and began sweeping rooms. Door to door, dorm to dorm Natasha broke in, only to find piles of corpses and red stained walls, various technological implements such as control boards and monitors all smeared with red and crackling with electricity. Room by room the red-head cleared her area, believing you to be absent until she heard a chuckle echo through the hall, escalating into full blown laughter. Making her way down the hall, the blood stains began to slowly shift from only being in rooms to making themselves known on the concrete floors and walls of the corridor, the spy having to step over bodies and weaponry as she trekked forward. Onward she crept, as silent and as agile as a cat, until she found a door with a light still behind it, a rolling noise able to be heard inside. Taking a deep breath, Natasha braced herself and kicked the door in, her gun trained on your seated figure.

Cadavers littered the room in disorganized piles, bullet holes cracking the concrete walls and monitors. You stared calmly ahead at Natasha, a stark contrast to the rips and tears in your suit, to the red that stained your cuffs and your shoulder, to the cut on your cheek and the small, crimson covered object that danced between your fingers. Your smirk was cool, although a bit strained, your eyes looked almost… excited by the sight of the Black Widow. You raised your hands in the air, and allowed Natasha to get a good look at what was in your hand; it was a hard drive, with god knows what on it. “Araña, what a pleasure it is to be at the end of your gun again,” your voice was smooth, a sparkle in your eyes as you slowly rose to your feet, “maybe this time you’ll actually shoot.” “Can it Nightcrawler, what's on the drive.” Your eyebrow raised in amusement as you took a step forward, your tail swaying behind you. “You don’t even want to know why I’m here? Usually you’re a bit more chatty, what's wrong?” “Don’t take another step.” You laughed and stayed still, twirling the drive between your fingers and hiding your tail behind your back. “Is this because I took away your boy toy? I promise you he wasn’t that great Araña, I can do much better than whatever you were expecting from him.” Natasha clenched her jaw, ignoring the slight burn to her cheeks. “I’m not going to repeat myself again Y/n, what's on the drive.” “Well, since you said my name and I just love the way it sounds coming from your lips, I guess I could clue you in.” Disappearing in a puff of smoke, you appeared behind Natasha and disarmed her quickly, pulling her body against yours and kicking her gun across the floor. She struggled against you lightly, noting the strain on your shoulder as she thrashed; it gave her an idea, but first she’d have to let you talk. Your grip was shockingly gentle despite the strength behind it, the hard drive at some point had left your hands. “You see, you Avengers have something I want, something that your doctor so nicely showed me a file on. I believe you all call it the cradle?” Natasha’s body tensed against yours, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on edge as you spoke. You rested your head on her shoulder, the smell of iron and expensive cologne filling the air around the two of you; the scent was intoxicating, the elegance of the body spray mingling with the richness of the iron. Your body was warm, drawing her in as you lowered your voice in consideration to the proximity of the two of you. Your actions made her knees shake, from what she didn’t know. “Well, I found out from this nifty little hard drive just what the cradle could do for me, and I think that you could help me with that.” “And what exactly would I be helping you with, Y/n?” You hummed softly, your hands shaking against the spy’s arms as you continued on. “Well, your witchy friend dug up a very personal memory of mine. A memory that I’ve tried to keep buried until I had the means to… correct the error that took place in it.” Natasha’s brows furrowed in confusion as your grip weakened almost imperceptibly, your body withdrawing itself from hers ever so slightly. “I believe that with the help of the cradle and a little something else, I could bring her back.” Her? Natasha felt a nonexistent spear of ice lodge itself into her stomach as her curiosity grew. “Her? Don’t tell me you’ve had a girlfriend this whole time,” Natasha smirked and turned her head towards yours, “what would she think about all of your flirting?” You chuckled and shook your head, your grin reaffirmed. “Something tells me she wouldn’t mind, she’s been here to hear it the whole time after all.” Great, so Natasha was dealing with a ghost and a demon, fan-fucking-tastic, splitting up was such a great idea. “Anyways, as I was saying I believe I could bring her back with your cradle, all I need is a vessel and access to the machine.” Natasha tensed up, her hands twitching from a lack of use as they slowly searched for the triggers of her widow bites. As her fingers worked their way up her wrists, you continued speaking. With your next words, the red-head begun to wish she had activated her weapons sooner.

“I was just thinking that you would be an excellent way to get both.”

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