#note: translation notes in a few gifs above if you noticed that there is a bit of a difference from the iqiyi subs

[fellominaarcher]

you belong to me — stripper!Karina x fem!reader

⤷ stripper!karina x g!p fem!reader

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⤷ trigger warning: smut (minors dni) adult content, p in v (unprotected), violence, strip club (?).

⤷ note: this shit is terrible and this is my first gp smut :/

That’s the problem. Y/N is a frequent visitor at this elite strip club. What started as an innocent getaway out of curiosity about the whole concept of a strip club had led her to meeting Yoo Jimin or as she goes by on stage, Karina.

Her stage name.

If she were to count, this would be her ninth visit in two months. That’s quite frequent, even for a regular customer at this club. In fact, she had spent the most money here recently. Entrance fees. Drinks. Snacks. Strippers.

But that’s not a problem for the current vice president of a certain corporation.

Until a certain dark-eyed dancer with a mean expression — a well-known performer here who attracts the most customers — entered the picture. Also the co-owner of Hellfire Club, she had successfully seduced and captivated the usually quiet Y/N.

“Hey!” a man, more specifically, a male waiter at the club — called out. “You again! Eyeing Karina again?” he teased as he took a seat next to her at the bar.

Y/N shot him a side glare, letting out a soft groan, a little infuriated by the sudden interruption of her little moment. She continued sipping her cold whiskey.

The waiter’s eyes followed Y/N’s gaze to where it was glued, Karina. His boss. One of the highest-ranking dancers at Hellfire. He hummed knowingly. “Just ask her out. You drive her home sometimes, and sometimes she even takes you into her room,” he chirped, offering his slightly unwanted opinion.

“My boss is gorgeous. I don’t blame you,” he added.

Still no response from Y/N.

Yes, there are rooms above the strip club. Private rooms for the highest-ranking strippers to entertain customers they’re interested in — for private performances and more.

“I’m just a customer. It’s delusional to think that a stripper might be into you just because of how often you come here,” Y/N finally spoke, taking another sip of whiskey. Good thing she’s a strong drinker.

Rarely drunk. Always in control. But when it comes to her nights with Karina, she’s drunk and weak, knees wobbling at the touch of her hands. The feeling of Jimin’s body.

It’s addictive, really. In fact, Y/N and Karina are almost like friends now, sharing bits of their personal lives and daily routines. They’ve even had lunch together twice after unexpectedly bumping into each other on the street. Y/N found it entertaining and surprisingly easy to talk to Karina.

Sometimes, she hoped Karina felt the same, that their conversations were more than just casual small talk, that Karina found it just as comforting and effortless as she did.

Most of Y/N’s nights at Hellfire were filled with sinful whispers and breathless moans shared with Karina, indulging in carnal needs that translated into physical desires neither of them could resist.

The male waiter scoffed at Y/N’s earlier words. “I’m just saying. It’s not like I’m asking you to marry her right away,” he teased. Y/N fell silent because, as irritating as he was, he wasn’t wrong.

Her gaze drifted back to Karina, and her jaw clenched, brows knitting together. It was a sight she wasn’t expecting and certainly not one she wanted to see.

Karina was sitting at another table with another regular, Juyeon, the chaebol guy. The waiter, noticing Y/N’s change in expression, leaned closer. “Oh, that’s Juyeon. He’s been coming in a lot these past few weeks,” he informed her as she leaned against the bar, eyes locked on the scene before her.

Karina hadn’t noticed Y/N had arrived to pick her up for the night. She was too busy leaning in to hear Juyeon’s words over the heavy bass pounding against the club’s walls and Y/N’s heart.

Juyeon said something funny, making Karina chuckle softly, the kind of laugh that wasn’t forced. The kind that made her eyes sparkle. The kind that made Y/N’s chest tighten.

“Why not? I like dad jokes too,” Juyeon grinned, earning a small smile from Karina.

She nodded slightly, scooting a bit away from him. It was midnight, and all Karina wanted was to leave the club, go home, and rest. But Juyeon’s presence made that harder. He had shown interest in her recently, and tonight was no different.

A few older men, the usual types with gold bands around their fingers and families waiting for them at home—beckoned for Karina to continue dancing for them. She was too exhausted to entertain their sleazy smiles and wandering eyes tonight.

Juyeon, however, wasn’t giving up. He wanted to see Karina on the pole, to have her undivided attention even if it meant outspending everyone else just to get her alone in a private room.

“This is hard to watch,” Y/N muttered, downing the rest of her whiskey in one swift gulp.

Karina, on the other hand, felt suffocated. She needed to escape, even if this was her own club. The co-owner, barely sincere in her performances anymore, was growing weary of showing herself off to men who didn’t really see her.

“Please, Karina, just for a ni—” Juyeon reached out, grasping her wrist.

A loud crash shattered the tension in the room.

Gasps echoed through the club, the DJ immediately cutting the music, leaving behind an awkward silence punctuated by the faint scratch of the halted track.

Karina’s eyes widened, both hands covering her mouth in shock.

Juyeon dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, clutching his head tightly as blood trickled down his face.

Y/N stood over him, her hand still clenched from smashing her whiskey glass against his head. Thin beads of sweat lined her hairline as she gritted her teeth, glaring down at him.

This was her territory.

Karina stared at Y/N, utterly stunned. Relief flickered within her, someone had come to her rescue. But she wasn’t expecting this. Not here. Not in her club.

“Don’t you ever dare look at her again,” Y/N stated coldly, her voice laced with quiet fury. She wanted to blame it on the whiskey, maybe it was the Laphroaig clouding her judgment but deep down, she knew better.

This wasn’t the alcohol talking.

This was possession.

Juyeon swayed, his vision blurring as he groaned in pain. Blood dripped sluggishly down his face, and he gritted his teeth, trying to regain his balance. Karina's eyes flickered between him and Y/N before she finally exhaled the breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.

She didn't care about Juyeon. Not now. Maybe not ever.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her away. The murmuring crowd had already begun to close in, eager to watch the chaos unfold, but Karina had no intention of cleaning up Y/N’s mess. Let someone else deal with it.

Y/N let herself be dragged, though Karina’s grip was tighter than necessary—possessive, almost. They weaved through the dimly lit hallways of Hellfire Club, the heavy bass of the music still thudding in the distance. The scent of whiskey, sweat, and expensive perfume clung to the air, but all Y/N could focus on was the heat of Karina’s hand on her skin.

The moment they reached the private room, Karina shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind them. The muffled echoes of the club faded into silence.

Then she yanked Y/N’s hand from her own grasp.

“That was uncalled for! Why’d you do that?” Karina’s voice was sharp, a mix of frustration and something else, something raw, something shaken.

Y/N stood tall, but her gaze stayed on the floor. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs, her breathing uneven. What the hell had she just done?

She hadn’t planned to smash that glass against Juyeon’s head. It wasn’t premeditated. It wasn’t logical. It was instinct.

Because the moment she saw Karina laughing with someone else, leaning in close, touching someone who wasn’t her, something inside her snapped.

"I hope you're not expecting me to apologize," Y/N finally said, lifting her head to meet Karina’s eyes. Her voice was low, rough, laced with something dangerous. "I don’t think I did anything wrong at all."

Karina’s breath hitched.

The way Y/N was looking at her, it wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was darker than that, deeper than that. Possession. A claim, unspoken yet impossible to ignore.

And the worst part?

Karina wasn’t sure if she hated it.

Her own gaze softened, but the conflict still lingered in her chest. Y/N had come to her defense. Protected her. But the violence—it wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she took a step forward, closing the space between them.

“Are you… okay?” Karina murmured, her voice gentler now.

Her fingers ghosted toward the back of Y/N’s head, hesitant, searching.

Y/N didn’t move. She didn’t flinch.

But her dark eyes never left Karina’s.

"I fucking hate anyone who touches what's mine." It's a matter of statement, stated by Y/N.

The tension between them crackled like fire in the dimly lit room, burning too hot, too fast, and neither of them could stop it now.

She just stood there, letting Karina’s fingertips barely ghost over her scalp, her body thrumming with something electric.

Without thinking properly, Y/N tugged Karina's closer into her by her arm and her gaze drifted down on Karina's eyes then kissable pinkish lips. Y/N gulped at the closeness between them and she took a deep breath as she grew needy for the beautiful woman.

Y/N leaned in and capturing Karina's lips in a deep yet gentle kiss. She could taste the lingering sweetness from Karina's pinkish gloss on her tongue and she pulled back carefully, her eyes opening again as she bored into Karina's eyes.

Karina melted into the kiss, she didn't hate that and she was kinda looking forward to fuck Y/N again whenever Y/N decided to be a customer again in Hellfire Club.

"Oh baby, you're in a big trouble," Karina whispered and she was fighting the smile that was threatening to form, "Seeing you like that was hot, though." She placed her hands on Y/N's chest and pushed Y/N to the bed.

Karina crawled in the bed right after pushing the taller woman, she got on top of Y/N and straddled her hips then looping her arms around Y/N's neck and her lips immediately pointed their way towards Y/N's lips.

Kissing again and invading Y/N's mouth as her wet tongue pushed into so she could make the kiss all better. More steamy.

Y/N was happy to be here and she had been looking forward to spend the night with Karina whether it is driving the co-owner of Hellfire Club to home or spending the night between Karina's legs. The latter is so much better.

Y/N broke the kiss because she can't no longer hold the grin and she gazed into Jimin's half lidded eyes and her hands roaming over Karina's curves, "I don't like saying sorry but if I have to this is how I'll say 'sorry', Karina," Y/N spoke, her voice is almost a whisper.

Karina smirked as she listened to Y/N's and she let out a soft chuckle, "Sounds toxic. If you fight with your girlfriend and you'll say sorry through intimacy?" Karina questioned Y/N in a teasing manner and leaned in again to give a quick peck.

"Manipulative." Karina added.

Y/N captured Karina's mouth again, kissing her deeply as she began to strip off her skimpy outfit. Y/N tossed the pieces aside carelessly, her hands eager to explore every inch of Karina's silky skin. She cupped Karina's breasts, thumbing her nipples until they pebbled under her touch.

Karina gasped into the kiss, arching into Y/N's hands. "Mmm, that feels good. But you're wearing too many clothes."

Y/N chuckled, nipping at Karina's bottom lip. "Let me take care of that for you, gorgeous."

She reached for the buttons of her own shirt, fumbling slightly in her haste to be naked with Karina. Once she had shed her shirt, she tugged off her pants and underwear, baring herself fully to Karina's heated gaze.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Karina breathed, her eyes roaming over Y/N's body.

Y/N's cock twitched at the praise, already hard and aching for Karina's touch. She stepped closer, pressing her body against Karina's as she kissed a trail down her neck and chest. She lavished attention on Karina's breasts, suckling and licking until Karina was writhing with need.

Karina tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair, holding her close as she moaned her pleasure. "Please, Y/N. I need you."

Y/N knew exactly what Karina needed. She slid her hand between Karina's thighs, stroking her wet folds and teasing her clit. Karina spread her legs wider, giving Y/N better access.

"Yes, just like that," Karina panted, her hips rolling into Y/N's touch. "Make me come, baby. I want to feel good for you."

Y/N obliged, curling her fingers inside Karina's tight channel as she sucked hard on her nipple. Karina cried out, her body tensing and shaking as she came hard around Y/N's fingers.

As Karina came down from her high, Y/N gentled her touches, stroking and petting her soft skin. She peppered kisses along Karina's body as she murmured words of possessiveness.

Karina looked up at her with hazy eyes, a lazy smile on her face. "That was amazing. But I think it's time for round two."

Y/N grinned, feeling her cock throb in anticipation. "Whatever you want, baby. I'm all yours." said Y/N and this woman made her feel weak already.

Karina reached down, wrapping her hand around Y/N's shaft and giving it a firm stroke. Y/N groaned, pushing into her grip. "Fuck, that feels so good." It feels so good and she threw her head back.

Karina pumped her hand along Y/N's length, teasing the tip with her thumb. "I love your cock, Y/N. I want you to cum for me." Karina teased Y/N seductively.

Y/N thrust into Karina's hand, desperate for more friction. "It's all for you, baby. I only get hard for you."

Karina guided Y/N to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress. She straddled Y/N's hips, rubbing her wet folds along Y/N's thick cock. "I need you inside me, Y/N. I need to feel you fill me up." Karina's voice is softer and quivering now.

Y/N reached between them, positioning her cock at Karina's entrance. She rubbed the tip along Karina's slick folds, teasing them both. "Are you ready for me, baby? I'm going to make you feel so good." There's a bit of push and pull dynamic between them.

Karina nodded, sinking down onto Y/N's cock with a low moan. "Oh fuck, yes. You feel so good inside me." She moaned out and Y/N thought it was one of the sexiest sound to hear.

Y/N gripped Karina's hips, thrusting up into her tight heat as Karina rode her. They moved together in a steady rhythm, bodies glistening with sweat as they lost themselves in the pleasure.

"Fuck, that feel so good," Y/N panted, her hands roaming over Karina's body. "You're mine, Karina. Only mine."

Karina leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a searing kiss. "Yes, all yours," she breathed against Y/N's mouth. "Now make me come on your big, beautiful cock."

Y/N did as she was told, pounding into Karina with renewed vigor. She changed the angle of her hips, hitting that special spot inside Karina that made her see stars.

"Yes, right there," Karina cried out, her walls clenching around Y/N's shaft. "Fuck, I'm going to come!" Y/N exclaimed in pleasure.

Y/N felt her own release building, her body tensing as Karina rode her harder and faster. They came together, bodies shaking and crying out each other's names as they found their pleasure.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together on the bed, basking in the afterglow of their intense sex. Y/N held Karina close, pressing soft kisses to her hair.

Karina smiled against Y/N's chest, snuggling closer. "I think I need to have more taste of you. I don't even allow my regular customers to be around me this often, you know." Karina stated as a matter of fact.

Y/N chuckled and both of them are taking a few minutes to recuperate before they have to leave this place. Y/N and Karina both knew that this is never going to be the last time for them to meetup like this.

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[momentomorix]

The Wrong Bag

Summary: In the end, picking up his nephew from daycare had its perks. Starting with her.

Warnings:  Contains explicit sex and vulgar sexual language

Writers notes: English is not my native language; please excuse me if there are any mistakes or poor translations. Recreation center in France might differ depending on the country. Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

It all started with a delay. A damn delay.

It wasn’t a delay due to a pregnancy announcement, but one caused by parents who had to pick up their child from daycare and had called the uncle to come get the little boy. Rafe Cameron arrived at the recreation center, noticeably annoyed after an already tough day. He tried not to wince as he saw all those children yelling, running in every direction without ever apologizing, chocolate still smeared around their mouths.

Of course, he loved his nephew, but navigating through all those kids irritated him.

“I’m here to pick up Teddy Routledge,” he said to a young woman standing at the front desk. Obviously, just as he was eager to leave that place, he ran into an intern. She went to get a supervisor, and the latter arrived, holding a paint pot in her hand. “Hello,” you smiled upon seeing this man you’d never met before. “You’re here to pick up Teddy?”

Rafe Cameron didn’t answer right away, disturbed by an unfamiliar feeling that had just arisen within him. His blue eyes met yours, where a growing confusion was clearly visible in response to his silence. You kept smiling so as not to seem rude, but you wondered what his problem could be. Rafe himself wished he knew. He didn’t understand why he was fixated on the paintbrush tucked in your black hair holding it in a loose bun, the blue paint mark right on your dimple, the beauty mark above your upper lip…

It was as if everything lit up just by seeing you. “Sir?” you finally said. “Rafe Cameron,” he replied, extending his hand after composing himself. “I’m Teddy’s uncle.”

You shook his hand, surprised by this formal introduction, while most parents were content with a verbal hello, sometimes accompanied by a smile.

“Do you have an ID? Since it’s your first time here, I need to verify that you’re on the list of authorized people to pick him up.”

He didn’t argue and handed over his papers. He was able to leave with Teddy, who jumped on him as soon as he saw him. The little boy greeted you by shouting your name, and Rafe Cameron only whispered it… as he masturbated that night.

.

It went on, but not as much as Rafe would have liked. Sarah was surprised when he offered to pick up Teddy more regularly, but she gladly accepted, happy that her brother was so involved.

Little bastard.

One of your colleagues — who had become a friend by now — often teased you about the increasingly frequent visits from that uncle. The way he stood up straight whenever you appeared in his line of sight, how he pronounced your name like it was sacred, or how he took more time than usual to pick up his nephew.

It made you laugh, sometimes blush, but you didn’t believe it.

Rafe Cameron was a man in his thirties, your complete opposite. He was always presentable, dressed in suits that probably cost three times your miserable salary, wore that sandalwood-scented cologne you had come to notice every time he passed by, and above all… you weren’t from the same social class. What you didn’t know was that he sometimes waited until the latest possible hour to pick up his nephew, just to have a few minutes to talk with you about anything and everything. Sometimes, he waited farther away in his tinted-window car, watching you move around the playground. You often played with the kids, had an easy smile, and were always the first to tend to the smallest scrape.

Once, he was disappointed not to be able to talk to you, as you were caught up in a conversation with a colleague about organizing the summer schedules. It wasn’t that he was obsessed with you, but he hated seeing that colleague brush your arm too often whenever you laughed with him. Fuck.

Out of ego, he didn’t come for a whole week, thinking you would notice his absence. And strangely enough, you did.

You had gotten into the habit of checking yourself in the bathroom mirror as his arrival time approached, touching up your lips with a soft pink, making sure your mascara hadn’t run.

You still had a paintbrush for a hairstyle and sometimes ink decorated your skin. The first two days without Rafe Cameron were a bit long, but you kept your good mood. Then the disappointment came—stupidly. Rafe hadn’t expected the second week to go the same way, his visit delayed by a business trip. He missed you — a little, a lot

When he came back, things got complicated. A little. That day, you had taken advantage of your break to go to the mall to find a gift for your sister’s upcoming birthday.

You also did a bit of shopping since summer was coming, and you wanted to find some nice things. Passing by a lingerie shop, you fell in love with a black lace set. No one would see it but you, but you could still treat yourself. In the evening, all the kids had cardboard bags to carry their clay creations, and you snagged one to hide your lingerie bag, since you had come by bike, placing it high up so no one would take it. That’s when things got complicated.

Rafe Cameron arrived in all his natural elegance, which he flaunted whenever you were around, hands in his pockets and a slight arrogance in his demeanor. It was subtle, but he saw your eyes darken the moment you spotted him. You held your breath, gave him a smile as if it didn’t affect you, and kept walking. It was stupid — he had a life, and the idea that you could attract him was absurd — yet you couldn’t help avoiding him. Just to make him pay for his absence.

Of course, Rafe didn’t like that one bit.

Weeks he had been trying to make his way into your life through little moments stolen from your work, and you were giving him the cold shoulder?

He had been patient, calm, always polite despite the irritation he sometimes felt. Subtle, he had made you understand that he liked you.

But maybe he’d been too subtle?

“Here,” another staff member took over to greet him, “Teddy made a clay sculpture.”

She handed the kraft paper bag to Rafe, who took it without checking the contents and left without a glance in your direction.

Of course, you hadn’t paid attention to what your colleague had done, and when it was time to leave, you couldn’t find your bag.

You had put it up high to be sure no one would take it, but now it was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it, it was right there!” you groaned in despair.

“Where did you put it?”

“On top of the medicine cabinet, on purpose so that... shit,” you cursed when you saw your colleague’s flushed face. “You took it.”

“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “Teddy was looking for his bag and I thought it had been placed there by mistake.”

Fuck. Shit. Damn.

As if things weren’t shitty enough, it had to be Teddy who had that bag. While you tried to calm the stress rising inside you, Rafe Cameron was smoking his second cigarette. Sitting on his couch, he carefully examined what he’d pulled out of the kraft paper bag. Teddy was no longer there, and Rafe had “forgotten” to give him his sculpture when his parents came to pick him up. Talk about a sculpture. A black lace lingerie set sat in front of him.

He had taken it out of the bag only to drop it immediately, surprised to find that set. He knew it was yours — he had no proof — but he’d felt it in the tightening of his chest. Who had you bought that shit for? Who had taken advantage of his absence to make you wear that? He smoked his cigarette down to the butt, gently crushing it in the ashtray next to the bra. Slumping back into his couch, Rafe ran his arm over his eyes as if trying to wipe away the forbidden images flooding his mind.

It wasn’t the first time he had imagined fucking you, but now he could perfectly trace your silhouette, that lingerie boldly taunting him. He sensed your shyness hidden behind the smiles you gave to everyone, and he would take great pleasure in stripping it away. He would press on your thighs to make you spread them a little more, your face flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure. A first finger to check how wet you already were in those black panties, your juices making it easier for the second finger to slide in. The slow in-and-out movements—he wanted to take his time to dirty you and make you pay for how easily you had forgotten him. His left hand pressed harder on your thigh, pinning it to the mattress, his body pressing against yours as he kissed you while continuing to finger you. The position wasn’t ideal, his movements even slower, restricted by your two bodies pressed together, but he loved seeing that impatience written all over your eager face. “Just for me,” he whispered, feeling your abundant wetness. He let out a mocking chuckle when you jerked, your walls tightening around his fingers as the tension grew in your belly.

Electric shocks surged when he curled his fingers inside your burning pussy, reaching a spot no one had discovered in you before. “Fuck,” you whispered as he started again. Seeing his slick fingers slide out of you made him grow even harder, and he straightened up on his knees to speed up his movements. You were wild, your hair tousled around your flushed face, your lips shiny from licking them, and Rafe ran his thumb over them, forcing you to suck it. You took it eagerly, and he closed his eyes at the sight, trying to hold back from coming before penetrating you. “Suck harder.” You bit it gently, your tongue sliding softly over the pad of his finger. His other hand took care of your clit while he kept fingering you, and suddenly you squeezed your thighs tightly around him as the orgasm hit. Brutal, overwhelming. You hadn’t even caught your breath when he pulled you up to kiss you fiercely, his tongue desperately playing with yours in a messy waltz. His hand gripped your throat as he held your face, ravaging you all the more, his cock growing even harder between you. Rafe was completely naked against you while you were still wearing your black lace bra, driving him absolutely crazy. You were so beautiful that it hurt him to think you might have worn that for someone else. “Fuck,” he groaned when your hand wrapped around his cock to stroke him. Rafe guessed you hadn’t shared many beds before him, and he clasped your hand in his to show you the rhythm he wanted. He still held you with his other hand, unable to pull away from the mouth he had imagined so many times around his cock. He shuddered once, then chose to pull away from your embrace and pin you back onto the mattress. When he thrust into you abruptly, you both groaned. He was big, but you were so wet that it made it easier. He started rough thrusts, his hips slapping against yours, so soft. You were loud, and Rafe loved hearing your moans ringing in his ears with every stroke. He admired your generous breasts bouncing each time he slipped inside you and finally lowered your bra, admiring your breasts tangled in the fabric. The sight almost made him come, and he slowed down, staying inside you while grinding his pelvis against your clit. “Rafe,” you growled, irritated by the slowdown. “Yeah?” You lifted your hips to signal that you wanted him to pick up the pace, but he slowed down even more. “Is it too slow for you?” You ran your hand over your face, embarrassed, frowning. “Don’t hide from me.” Rafe froze, his cock deep inside you so you could still feel him, and forced you to look at him by gripping your chin.

“You’re such a mess.” And he admired the sight you offered—your breasts exposed, that pouty expression, and your hands clenched into fists trying to hold yourself together. He lay down fully on top of you, his weight pressing gently against your stomach, making your embrace more intimate than sexual. His hand tightened softly around your throat, the other exploring the curve of your hip with a slow, deliberate, almost reverent touch. “You’re shaking so much,” he whispered, feeling the tension in your body. He claimed your lips again, gently, distracting you before resuming his rough movements. His body slammed harder against yours and you curled up beneath the blows, gasping. Rafe was never the gentle type; for him, sex was a way to unload, and he liked it rough. The game had changed once he fell for you; he tried to be less crude, less rough. Tension started to build in his hips, his cock throbbing in time with how your pussy tightened around him. Your orgasm took you far away, stars flashing behind your eyelids, carrying you elsewhere as you came down. Rafe spilled inside you moments later, his cum mixing with your slick that flowed with each thrust. “Slowly,” you whispered when he tried to pull out. A kiss on your cheek to show he’d heard you, and he withdrew gently. You shuddered at the empty sensation, quickly filled again by Rafe’s fingers returning. Gently, he rested his face near your pelvis, using his fingers to bring his cum back inside you, marking you. “Fuck.” Ejaculating into his hand, Rafe Cameron curled up on his couch, breathless from the orgasm he’d just had. He’d always had a vivid imagination, now heightened by your presence in every one of his fantasies. His phone rang, an unknown number flashing on the screen. He rejected the call, ready to get up and clean himself, but the phone rang again from the same number. It was almost seven in the evening — who could be bothering him now?

“What?” he said sharply, answering with a steady hand. “Mr. Cameron? Sorry to bother you, it’s y/n.” Oh. Oh. Rafe sat back down, his eyes fixed once again on the lingerie. “Y/n,” he repeated. “Yes, uh... Teddy’s Recreation leader,” you said. He gave an amused smirk, as if he needed you to clarify who you were. “What can I do for you, Y/n?” “I’m sorry to bother you at this hour, but you were given the wrong bag when you picked up Teddy.” “The wrong bag?” He played the fool, lightly touching the lingerie with his free, albeit dirty, hand. “Yes, the one you have contains my things... you didn’t open it?” Oh god, you prayed with everything you had that he hadn’t. “No... Teddy must have left it in the car.” “Alright,” you sighed with relief. “Could you bring it back tomorrow?” “Of course, Y/n, my pleasure.” He had that special way of saying your name, and when you hung up, you couldn’t help but wonder why his voice sounded so husky. He, on the other hand, kept his secret well hidden — that of a troubling dream where you were the only protagonist. A dream he would try to make come true. Soon.

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Judex, Judicum, Infantem - Chapter 5

(Eventual)Reader x Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

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summary: The beginnings of living with Matt feel too good to be true. Could you be falling in love with him? But Matt's flaws of course can't stay hidden forever. With a few special guest appearances.

warnings: SMUT/18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio or I will block you!) AFAB Reader. No use of Y/N. Pregnant sex! Brief mention of vomiting.

Notes: I hit 2,000 followers last week and didn't even notice so I didn't prepare any kind of celebration. So instead, I'm going to post three!!! chapters this week to celebrate! This one today, one on Thursday, and one on Saturday or Sunday.

w/c: 3,806

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You weren’t sure what was more spectacular, the way the sunlight filtered in like cascading brush strokes of orange and pink, or the crystal clear view of the Hudson and New Jersey beyond. If you had known dating a successful lawyer came with the perk of moving into such a luxurious apartment, you’d have agreed to go out with Matt much sooner. The nearly floor to ceiling windows were the primary thing you noticed the first time he brought you over here. You weren’t sure if you’d ever tire of standing in front of them and admiring the view that covered most of the living space of Matt’s— now your— apartment.

“Where is this going?” the woman with dark hair asked as she easily hoisted your antique dresser above her head

“Bedroom.” you replied, watching with confusion as she shrugged and headed further into the apartment

A blind guy and a pregnant lady were not two people who should be moving much, so you knew you needed help getting all your things uptown to your new dwelling. But when Matt said he had a few friends who could help you move, you weren’t exactly expecting more vigilantes.

“Jessica, can you please be a little more careful with my girlfriend’s things?” Matt called down the hall, as he stepped up beside you, giving your back a reassuring rub

“As nice as it is to meet some of your friends, why didn’t we hire movers?” you asked, looking around at the chaos that was spread around the living room as you combined your things.

Since Matt could afford a place like this, you were shocked he wouldn’t want to invest in the expense of professionals.

“Really Matt, Heroes for Hire does not exactly fall into the category of movers for hire.” the man named Luke jested as he effortlessly set down a box you knew was heavily packed with your book collection.

Wow, these two were strong.

“I wanted people we could trust.” Matt replied

“Well thank goodness she comes with a first aid kit,” Claire commented, noting the plastic case sitting at the top of the box she was carrying

As she pulled it out and triumphantly waived it in the air, you noticed Matt’s frame went rigid beside you. He hadn’t yet told you why he’d been light in the vigilante scene these days. Maybe Claire joking about you being the one to stitch him up brought up the reason in his mind, or maybe he just hadn’t thought through what life would look like as a vigilante with a family; if he ever did go back to it.

You certainly had thought about it though. Would Matt return to being Daredevil regularly? What would happen if his identity got revealed? To you? Your relationship? Your child? Or worse, what if he got hurt or even killed?

“Oh, were you a Marine?” Claire asked, interrupting your panic spiral

“No.” you replied, confused “Why?”

She rummaged past the first aid kit and pulled the first thing under it from the box; Frank’s sweatshirt. You were packing your apartment up so haphazardly, you’d almost forgotten it was in there. Since discovering Frank was gone, you tucked the item into a dark corner in the back of your closet, hoping to forget him but also not really willing to part with the only item of his you had. When Matt asked you to move in, you were so excited and overwhelmed and admittedly a little scatterbrained from being pregnant, you just grabbed piles of things and shoved them into whatever containers you could find.

Shit, that must be what Matt was actually upset about. You could see him out of the corner of your eye turn away from you and make his way into the kitchen, reaching for a glass and a bottle of whiskey.

“No.” you answered sheepishly “Something from an old friend I totally forgot I had.”

Claire shrugged and put the sweatshirt back, carrying the box into the bedroom.

Matt eased up shortly after his friends departed for the evening, mostly seeming back to his usual self as the two of you snuggled on the sofa and unwound for the night. The apartment was still scattered in boxes and various items of yours, but you both were too tired to actually start unpacking.

“Hang on” you said, feeling the bile already rising in your throat and rushing towards the bathroom

Great, now that you lived with Matt, he was going to hear and smell every reaction your body had to the pregnancy. It seemed your symptoms really ramped up as you approached your 12 week appointment tomorrow. Plus you were starting to have food cravings, calling him when he was out searching for Frank and instead had him swinging from rooftops in search of takeout.

Matt seemed totally unfazed as you returned to the couch, opening his arms up and inviting you back to your place.

“This is getting miserable.”

“Awe I know sweetheart, but the doctor said things should ease up after the first trimester and you’re so close.”

“Yeah until this baby starts getting so heavy that my back hurts constantly and I need to pee every five seconds.”

“You already need to —”

Thwap. You gave his arm a playful whack which caused the corner of Matt’s full lips to quirk up into a beautiful smile as he chuckled. Feigning injury, he pulled his arm away briefly before leaning back in to give you a kiss.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t help it.”

The way his lips pressed against yours sent a buzzing through your skull that radiated down your neck, down your sternum, all the way to in between your legs.

That was another symptom that had appeared in the last few days; you felt insatiably horny. And right now, Matt looked like the most delicious meal you could devour.

You leaned forward, pleading for more which he happily obliged. His lips were as soft as they looked and tingled against yours with the taste of spearmint mixed with the whiskey he’d downed earlier.

Matt had not touched you beyond a few sweet kisses and cuddles since you delivered the news of your pregnancy to him. The way his hands comforted and caressed you in the days since made you feel like he thought you were made of glass; a soft delicate statue like the saints he worshiped, the child of his that you carried the miracle that devined you.

You scratched at his scalp as you kissed, feeling him preening into your touch. Pulling away just enough to speak, you made sure your breath was still hot against his.

“You know I was reading up on unconventional remedies the other day. For my symptoms.”

“Mmm?” Matt’s brows shot up quizzically, a gentle hand lightly tracing a pattern into your waist as he held you.

“One pregnancy forum said sucking dick can help with morning sickness.”

The flush that rose to Matt’s cheeks nearly matched the color of his Daredevil suit and he cleared his throat as his eyes darted back and forth rapidly.

“You —um— You’re joking?”

His voice cracked like a pubescent choir boy. Oh how you loved to make this cocky flirt of a man crumble with just a few words. Lightly, you let your hand creep up his thigh, a centimeter at a time.

“Nope.”

“I don’t think in good conscience I can ask you to do that.” he stuttered

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

Apprehensiveness still lingered on his face.

“Matty please, I’m desperate. Both to not be nauseous and for you.”

“Sweetheart. We’ve both had a long and exhausting day.”

You knew he could read the pout on your face as you pulled back by the way his hands reached forward to keep you close.

“How about this?” he reasoned “Let’s take a nice warm shower. Together? Yeah? Get you a little relaxed. Then if you’re feeling up to it afterwards, I’ll consider it.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m a lawyer sweetheart. And one of us is going to have to be the serious parent.” he joked

Matt’s shower was a gift sent directly from the heavens, especially against your sore back and shoulders. A full walk in with a bench on either end, a rainfall shower-head above, plus eight jets running down the wall; all adjustable in both spray pattern and temperature. You could get used to this.

You could also get used to the way Matt was pressing his lips against your skin, sending a wave of goosebumps across your flesh despite how warm the steam was surrounding you. Relaxing under his touch, you hadn’t realized how sore you were until you finally let your shoulders drop as Matt ran delicate fingers up and down your flesh. His motions were slow, easy in the way he gently moved you around, spinning you to wet your body and then again so he could reach better. You closed your eyes and hummed at how cared for you felt in the moment.

He gently massaged your scalp to lather in your favorite in shampoo, pampering you while keeping his body closer to you than your own shadow. You could feel his hardness pressing into your behind as he took care of you, teasing you unintentionally. He was working you so well, relaxing you into a state of pliability that was doing nothing to calm your neediness.

You hummed once more, this time more of a whine at how desperately you wanted him.

“That bad, huh?” Matt joked

“It feels like my pregnancy hormones want me to somehow get pregnant again even though that’s impossible. Like I’ll explode if I don’t. That’s how badly I want you.”

You turned to face him, watching him calculating your body’s tells behind his glassy eyes. Pushing a strand of his dark, wet hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but smile at the way he nuzzled into your touch. Just maybe some of your desperation was wearing off on him.

“I’m not made of porcelain, Matty. The doctor said sex was perfectly okay and wouldn’t hurt me or the baby. Please?”

Gently, you drew him closer by the flesh of his hip so that his hardness pressed against your pelvis. He instantly melted against your lips, bringing a hand up to place behind your head and keep you close. Not like the tender kisses he’d been placating you with earlier, the way he kissed you back was growing with hunger.

You yelped into his mouth as your back hit the cold tiles of the shower. There was still a fragility to the way he touched and kissed you, traveling down your body with reverence. He kept his movements gentle as he guided your leg up on the bench and even more softly as he nipped as the flesh inside your thighs as he sunk to his knees.

“Wait, I thought I was supposed to be the one on my knees for you—- oh!”

Answering your protestations with only the motion of his lips to your sensitive bud, kissing it while rubbing his stubble back and forth against your thighs.

“Nope sweetie. Gotta take care of you now.”

He pulled away just enough to speak, then dove right back in. He sucked at your core as if he was devouring an ice cream bar in the summer sun, gentle enough to not loose a single topping but also quickly enough to not let it melt.

Labored breaths left your lips in whispers of his name. It seemed to ignite an invigorated fire within Matt, now grasping at your thighs to steady you as he increased the fervor of his tongue. Every circle of it against you drew you closer and closer to the edge. All it took for you to finally snap was the brief pause he took to look up at you, a combination of lust and adoration swimming behind his glossy eyes.

Relief washed over you as your cunt spasmed and contracted, like the first wave of the ocean hitting your flesh after soaking in the sun all day. It was warm and white and you tried your hardest to remain upright on shaky legs and slick tile. Grunting at the taste of your release, Matt didn’t stop until you were all the way through your orgasm.

“Well it didn’t fix the morning sickness like sucking you off might, but I won’t complain.” you commented, earning a hearty chuckle from Matt

You felt a little dizzy as you tilted your head back against the cool wall behind you, too blissed out to even notice as Matt stood and lined his hardness up with your slit.

All you could do was reach forward and hang onto his shoulders as he pushed inside you, inch by inch until he was comfortably seated. One of his large hands held under your thigh, supporting it as it rested on the bench. The other was pressed behind you on the wall, caging you in. You could taste yourself in his kisses, tangy and sweet. He thrusted gently, gauging how much you could take as you clung to him.

You nodded into the crook of his neck, urging him on.

“Is this okay? Are you feeling good?” he asked

“Mhm” was about the most coherent answer you could give

You could feel the warm, toned muscle of Matt’s chest against your breasts as only atoms separated you at this point. As he began to find a rhythm, your nipples rubbed against his taught muscles, extra pert from no longer being warmed by the spray of the shower and already oversensitive from your changing hormones. Your thighs burned as you efforted to keep yourself upright and if you weren’t in so much pleasure you would collapse into the puddle of warm water at your feet. Already still worked up from your last orgasm, you could feel another approaching quickly as his cock dragged deliciously along your walls

“Please…please…” you groaned into his ear, nuzzling at him to just be as close as you could

“I know sweetheart, I know. Let go for me, yeah?”

This orgasm was stronger than the last, blossoming from your core through the rest of your body. Your walls spasmed strongly around him and you could feel his muscles flex under you as he worked to hold you steady. All you could do was ride it out and cling to him like a koala as you came down.

He must have been close too, because Matt’s pace began to falter as he pitched himself up into you. Reveling in the dissipating fizz of you own after shocks, you somehow managed to bring a shaky hand up from his back and run it through his hair, giving it a soft tug.

“So close baby. So close.” he promised, kissing at your neck

It only took a little longer of you nuzzling against him and running a hand up and down his warm skin before he was grunting and shaking against you, releasing inside you in with a groan.

The mix of both your releases ran down your leg and combined with the rainfall droplets from the shower head above, now a lukewarm temperature, running into the drain.

“Careful, it’ll be slippery” Matt said as he gingerly removed himself from you and helped guide your leg off the bench.

Once you were out of the shower and all dried, you laid in bed snuggled in Matt’s embrace with your back flush against his chest. Wrapped comfortably in an old Columbia sweatshirt of Matt’s that he offered to you as you got ready for bed. You suspected the soft navy garment was a subtle territory mark over the one of Frank’s that still sat in the unpacked box.

He kissed at your forehead and ran a hand protectively over your stomach. You weren’t yet showing. Anyone passing by on the street wouldn’t think so at least. But you definitely looked like you had one too many burritos if you wore the right clothing. Getting dressed in the mornings had you favoring more stretchy pants and loose fitting dresses these days and you knew you’d need to get some maternity items sooner rather than later.

“I should get going soon. Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?” Matt asked

You turned to face him, gently taking his chin in your palm.

“Matt, no. Please don’t go at all.” you plead “I really appreciate you doing the decent thing and trying to find Frank, but there’s no point. We’re building a life here together. I’m happy. You’ve already been so committed to this family and so am I. We don’t need Frank. I don’t need Frank. I just need you.”

Matt took the hand you’d been stroking his face with and moved it down to the left side of his chest, letting it rest over his heart.

The way he smiled at you, sincere and genuine made your heart want to burst.

“Okay, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” he agreed

You rewarded him with a sweet kiss, happy with the way he grinned into it.

“Maybe some day, when this is more behind us, you can tell me exactly what went down between the two of you. I know it’s complicated.”

Matt nodded in agreement.

“But not tonight. You need rest baby, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

You hummed, twisting to resume your position laying back against his chest.

As you drifted off to the sound of his steady heartbeat in your ears, you clung tightly to him, finally content at having such a soft place to land. A soft place with Matt.

And then a thought danced across your brain, as gentle as a feather in the wind.

I love you.

Goddammit.

You would have loved to stay in bed just a little longer, angrily burrowing further under the cover at the realization that it was already morning. But the way you could hear Matt rushing around getting ready, you knew you needed to get up.

When you opened your eyes, however, you weren’t expecting to see him already fully dressed, finishing the last loop on his tie.

“Matt?”

He rushed to your side and placed a quick kiss on your forehead. He appeared panicked, eyes darting everywhere as he adjusted the knot on his tie.

“Sweetie, I am so sorry but the judge just called an emergency session for the Madison trial next week. I’m going to go to the courthouse and see what I can do to get out as quick as I can.

Your heart sank. Your 12 week appointment was today.

“Matt, it’s—”

“Don’t you dare say it’s fine sweetheart, cause I know it’s not.”

Flopping back down onto your pillow you let out a sigh, unsure of what to say. The disappointment was twisting knots into your stomach and you could feel the tears beginning to pool in your waterline.

“You’re right it’s not, but I guess I really don’t have a choice.”

“I will explain to the judge and see if he’ll let me go early. I’ll try to meet you there.”

You nodded, utterly dejected at the thought of Matt missing this crucial appointment. What if everything wasn’t okay? Matt wiped at the tear that had escaped and was running down your cheek at the thought of receiving bad news today and Matt not being by your side for it. You should have seen this coming. It was all too good to be true. Matt was letting you down, just like Frank had. Just like all the rest. Your heart broke for yourself sure, but also for your baby. Was this what their life was going to be? A dad who couldn’t show up when it really mattered?

“I guess you gotta make money so we can feed this baby.” you joked with another sigh, causing Matt to grimace at the deflection

He gave you one more quick kiss, heart breaking at the despondence he could feel radiating from you, then he was out the door.

He texted you as much as he could throughout the day to keep you posted, but with 5 minutes to go until the doctor called you back, and Matt being 20 blocks downtown, you knew it wasn’t likely he’d make it in time. You shuffled your feet anxiously against the floor of the waiting room, hoping by some miracle he’d pop through the door.

Of course it wasn’t until you were leaving the doctor’s, appointment complete and paperwork filled with news in hand, that you finally got the text from him.

‘Leaving now. In a cab.’

Fucking of course.

You texted him back.

‘Just finished. Meet at your office instead?’

You’d figure out a way to make him pay you back later for missing out on this, but right now all you wanted to do was get to him and tell him everything.

When the taxi dropped you off, you looked up, Matt’s figure clear in the window of his 5th floor office pacing back and forth.

If you weren’t pregnant and exhausted, you’d have taken the stairs just to punish him with waiting to see you a little longer. Instead you opted for the elevator, rocking on the balls of your feet in anticipation as it seemed to take forever to get up to his floor.

With a ding, the elevator door opened and you stepped forward to see Matt still pacing at the end of the hall. He abruptly stopped and turned as he listened to you make your way to him. You knew your heart had to be beating out of your chest and you could feel a little bit of sweat running down your back.

Clutching the little black and white printout close to your chest, you stood before him, staring into your own reflection in his cherry tinted glasses.

“How’d it go?”

“How was court?” you replied, tinge of hurt dripping in your words

“Not funny sweetheart. We’ll catch up later. The baby?”

“She’s healthy. Right on track still.”

“She?” he asked, smile slowly spreading across his face

Had you been more prepared for Matt missing the appointment, you would have done something cute to tell him like printed a braille sign or something.

“Mhm” you confirmed, holding out the ultrasound

He took it, running his hands over the smooth glossy paper, not able to read what it said but knowing the information on it was life changing.

“We’re having a girl!” he exclaimed

He place the print out on the desk behind him and took your face in his hands. Gingerly, he began to plant soft kisses on each of your cheeks, then your eye lids, then your nose, your brow, your temples, then your lips. You could feel the dampness of tears running down from his shaded eyes as he moved his lips across your face.

“We’re having a little girl.”

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doeidawn's kinkmas day eleven ❆ mistletoe

KINKMAS 2024 | PREVIOUS DAY

a misinterpretation has könig a little overzealous with the mistletoe. 1.5k

❆ pairing: könig x fem!reader

❆ tags: MDNI/18+; google translate german—author apologizes in advance; fingering; piv sex; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); slight breeding kink; creampie

❆ note: this is entirely based around the tradition of hanging up mistletoe to promote fertility that is supposedly practiced in some European countries. i am absurdly american and have no idea if any of it is true, but let's just pretend for the sake of this scenario

Hanging a small tuft of mistletoe above your bedroom door might’ve been a little cheesy, but any excuse you had to be cheesy with your boyfriend, you were gonna take. It was just something fun to do for the holidays. He rarely had time to spend with you, so you were determined to make the most out of the few days you had him to yourself. 

The only problem seemed to be that he was incapable of noticing it. It had been hours since you scrambled on a chair and taped it securely on the doorframe, and he still hadn’t made any comment on it. It was kinda surprising that such a tall guy couldn’t look an inch above him to see the plant. Perhaps it’s because he was so preoccupied with you that he didn’t bother looking anywhere you weren’t at.

So, when he was in the doorway on his way back into the room, you call out for him to stay. A confused, almost worried, look on his face and you scramble over to him. You press yourself against him and point up to the edge of the doorframe.

“Mistletoe,” you say simply. “You know what that means.”

The insinuation hangs heavy in the air. König just stares at you for a moment, and you feel like you can see the gear turning in his head. You wonder if maybe the tradition is lost on him, a cultural difference that he never practiced. But before you can follow that line of thought, his strong arms are wrapping around your body and lifting you off the ground. He carries you over to the bed in a hurried frenzy, like he’s afraid you’ll rescind the offer. 

He’s on top of you before you can even process your back hitting the mattress. He’s smothering you in hurried kisses, sticking his tongue down your throat and swallowing your squeaks. You can’t get a word in edgewise, not with his mouth attacking yours. It’s not until he starts to trail his kisses down your neck that you feel like you can breathe again.

“You don’t need a silly plant as an excuse,” he mutters against your collarbone. “I’ll give you this whenever you want it, Engel.”

You brace your hands on his shoulders as he starts to tug at your clothing, stripping you of your garments until you’re bare below the waist. You’re too stunned to come up with a response quite yet, wondering why mistletoe sparked such need within him. But you weren’t complaining, especially when his fingers start to run over the inside of your thigh as he guides your legs apart. 

König mutters something softly to himself in German before two of those thick fingers run over your cunt to spread you open. You watch him lean in and spit onto your sensitive flesh before gliding his digits through the liquid to spread it around. The stretch as he breeches your entrance makes you keen, nails digging into his arm as you gasp for air. Your slick walls hug his intruding digits, squelching lewdly as he slowly pumps them in and out. 

“There we are, just relax for me.” The softness in his voice coaxes you to arch into his touch. His lips brush over the curve of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. 

This wasn’t exactly what you expected when you decided to hand up mistletoe above your door, but you certainly weren’t going to stop it. His thick fingers filled you up deliciously, pumping deep enough to hit something deep inside that makes your toes curl. His tongue and teeth run over your neck, up to your jaw, overwhelming you in the feel of him. His large frame caged you against the mattress, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He knew how to draw out every bit of pleasure from you, knew exactly where to hit and how hard to press. When he curled his fingers the right way, he knew that you would arch into him and run your nails down his back. It was as addicting for him as it was for you.

“So beautiful,” he mindlessly rumbles. “So pretty underneath me, schatz.” His praise makes you clench around his fingers, earning a groan from deep in his chest. “Scheiße, I can’t wait any longer…”

You whimper at the loss when he slides his fingers out of you. You hadn’t even realized how close you were until the persistent pressure deep inside was taken away. But seeing König impatiently fish his cock out, his face flushed with desire and determination, made the momentary emptiness worth it. He’s scrambling to find the lube in the nightstand, but gathers enough restraint to ensure both of you are slicked up enough before trying to push in.

No matter how many times he did it, that initial stretch was always a lot to handle. It almost didn’t matter how much he prepped you; he was so thick, it was hard to loosen up enough to take him easily. But that meant the sound that left his mouth was always so deliciously pathetic—a cross between a whimper and a groan as your slick walls hugged his cock.

You could tell how much restraint it was taking him to keep his pace slow at first. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, let alone chance hurting you. He knew it was a tight fit that took more out of you than him, but he’d make up for it by running circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“So fucking good…you’re so damn tight, Engel.” His breath hits your lips as he leans over you. “So perfect for me. Can’t wait to fill you up.”

It wasn’t something out of the ordinary when it came to his sex talk, but something about it felt dirtier this time. Your hips jerk into his hand, sliding his cock deeper inside your stretched-out cunt. The initial burn dulls into something much more pleasurable that makes you tighten around him. He can tell, when your strained whimpers turn to soft moans, that he can give you what you need.

König’s free hand pushes a knee to your chest, opening you wider for both of your sakes. His cock hits deeper this way, kissing your cervix on each deep thrust, forcing the air out of your lungs every time. 

“You should have told me you wanted this sooner.” The words come out in huffs, growled from deep in his chest. “Don’t need the mistletoe to make sure it takes.”

What the mistletoe had to do with that, you weren’t exactly sure. But you did know that hearing him talk about filling you made your hips cunt throb with need. Growing just as desperate as he was, you were practically whining as your nails dig into his skin just to make sure he stays close. Your cunt flutters around him, tightening with each drive of his hips and tight circle of his thumb.

“That’s what you want, yeah? Want me to fill you, Engel?” The soft “mm-hmm” that vibrates in your chest is all the confidence he needs to turn his movements rougher, pounding into you with a force that makes your eyes roll back. “Gutes Mädchen…I know you want it.”

His hips snap against yours in hard, deep thrusts that feel like they could bruise your cervix. Your thighs start to tense, shaking under his iron grip, nonsensical noise spilling from your lips. Pleas and encouragement and soft whispers of his name—anything to make him keep up that pace. And with just a few more drives of his thick cock, your cunt was clamping around him, coating him in your slick cum. The tight pulses spur on his own release, following quickly behind while he tries to fuck you through the high.

Every twitch of his cock drags against your sensitive walls as he spills. König rocks his hips in shallow thrusts, buried inside you as deep as he could possibly fit, moaning into your mouth between sloppy kisses. It’s not until his hips still that he pulls his lips off of yours for the chance to catch his breath properly.

You look up at him still hovering over your body, watching him move his hand off of your thigh to let it fall against the mattress. “Where…where did all that come from?”

“The mistletoe,” he says matter-of-factly like it’s the obvious answer. “You hung it up, why are you surprised?”

“Well, I mean…that was a little more intense than just a kiss.”

“Of course it was. That is the point, yes?”

Your brows furrow at that. “No? I mean, not saying I didn’t like it—I liked it a lot. But you’re just supposed to kiss someone under mistletoe.”

You swear you can see the thoughts running a mile a minute behind his eyes. “Oh…” He looks down at you, at the spot where the two of you meet. “Well, just a slight misunderstanding, then.”

You arch your back, pushing your hips against his just to feel his cock shift inside you. Both of you groan at the feeling against your sensitive bodies. “At least it was a fun misunderstanding.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down until his lips meet yours again.“Yeah,” he sighs between your kisses. “Very fun.”

[nanafilms]

lost in translation. — ft. newlywed!johnny + photographer!reader.

noncon, deadest of doves so do not eat. cheating. smut. wedding setting, kinds sadist!jy, js a little bit. two-faced jy. first-time meeting.(technically more like 3rd.) irene is his wife okay? kinda fucking in the bushes, sorry.

you were here for one job, a simple job. take pictures — good pictures — all night. that’s what you were hired to do, and that was what you were going to do. but the groom had other plans.

camera in hand, your feet ached as you stepped through the venue — snapping shots of the truly stunning decor. from flower arches overtop of entrances, to the baby-blue and cream colored centerpieces on every table. the family of the couple shooting you a friendly smile every and anytime the camera lifted. even if the picture wasn’t of them.

making your way through the crowded area, your eyes strained while searching for the couple who hired you. though it seemed as if they had managed to find you first, as a pair of hands tapped both of your shoulders. startled — and rightfully so — you were quick to turn, being greeted with two smiling faces.

johnny and irene. both in their early 30s and ultimately, ready to settle down. though you had met with irene a handful of times in the past couple months, johnny was practically a new face — your first few encounters being the two brief conversations about what camera lens looked best.

and now.

irene spoke first, soft spoken like all the other times you had interacted with the woman. “how’s the pictures coming along?” curiosity and genuine happiness lined her face and seeped into her smile as her manicured nails pointed towards the camera.

taking a step back, you’d lift the equipment up to your face before snapping a quick picture of the two.

voice just above a whisper, loud enough for the two and surrounding individuals to hear, you spoke as the picture appeared on the small screen. “perfect, just as planned.”

smiling behind the screen, you admired your work before showing the couple. subtle surprise on the brides’ face, and serene happiness on the groom.

a beautiful piece, one worth hanging up — or using on your booking site. whichever came first.

irene quickly smiled again at the piece after a brief moment of quiet admiration, before saying something along the lines of greeting more family. disappearing into the crowd, the train of her gown following behind her.

watching her vanish, your eyes were back to the camera in your hands. making mental notes of what small tweaks to make while editing the picture, johnny lingered behind you. close enough to see what you saw, but just far enough to not disturb.

until he spoke.

“it looks great, sure the rest look just as beautiful.”

startled for the second time that night, your head would whip around to face him in all his glory.

the sleeves of his shirt rolled halfway up his arms, showing the array of tattoos that lined his skin. a button or three undone, and a loose hair finding it’s way out of his slicked back hair — everything about him was just right.

“thank you.” giving him a slight nod, you’d adjust your grip of the camera, giving him a final glance as you walked off to capture another memorable moment.

johnny stared until you were no longer in sight.

helping yourself a quick drink, you couldn’t help but notice johnny staring from across the ballroom. arm wrapped around irenes’ waist as she spoke with another older woman, it felt strange.

the way his eyes simply lingered, along with him being far enough away to the point of his expression being unreadable. but something in your uncomfortably stomach flipped and you were quickly trying to focus on another object.

but he would not look away.

no matter where you were in the crowd, his eyes managed to continuously zero-in on you. and never failing to make you extremely uncomfortable.

but it didn’t matter. because the night was almost over and you’d be getting your hefty check in the morning.

so you’d bare the odd stares for a few more hours.

as the night wore on, the dull ache in your heels became more severe and ultimately harder to ignore.

excusing yourself from the crowd of overly friendly relatives, you slipped outside — haphazardly making your way down the concrete steps of the venue. reaching the final step, you took a seat on the cold concrete — gently placing the expensive piece of equipment by your side. your hands were now focused on removing the heels from your sore — and probably bruised — feet.

a cold breeze passed through the trees and brushed over your body, sending a sharp jolt down your spine. tense and cold, you’d give the soles of your feet one last rub before sliding back into your shoes.

while sliding your left back into the felt lined leather heel, you couldn’t shake a unnerving sensation — as if you were being watched. glancing over your shoulder, low and behold, there stood johnny. leaning against the open doorway, hands still resting in his pockets.

“oh god, you scared me!” an awkward chuckle slipped past your lips before forming an equally awkward smile. you couldn’t skip over how his eyes weren’t aligned with your own, but watching how your lips moved.

“my apologies.” pausing, it became quite apparent that johnny wasn’t a subtle man.

not one bit.

taking note of how his eyes wandered lower — and although your body was twisted at the waist in order to face him, leaving majority of your boobs body out of view— he still managed to zero in on whatever part of your chest was showing from the opening of your dress.

“was just wondering where you wandered off to. since we are paying you after-all to be inside with us.” and though he only once spoke, it was a stark contrast to how he addressed you hours before.

he different when his wife wasn’t around.

“yes, i apologize. i’ll get back now.” mumbling under your breath, you lifted your body up from the steps. brushing off your dress would ultimately prove to be futile, as before you could even reach for the camera that was still on the ground, johnny was dragging you by the arm.

initially, it took quite the while for the shock to set in. it wasn’t until your face was pressed against the white bricks of the building that everything started to click. rubbing the skin on your arms raw in attempts to wiggle from his under his weight, it proved to be useless as he pushed harder.

you were stuck against the side of the building, just a few feet away from people who could help you.

but there was truly no way out.

“but you made it easier for me to get you alone, so kudos to you.” whispering into your ear, you should feel johnnys’ lazy smile pressing against your cheek. using one hand to cover the expense of your face, suh wasted no time spitting onto the other and shoving it under your dress.

he did have a wedding to get back to soon, so he had not a second to waste.

sandwiching your body between the bricks and his body, the brick started to dig into your exposed thighs — tears clouded your eyes as you screamed into his hand.

tears of pain and terror.

shoving a leg between yours, his fingers pushed past your panties and prodded at your hole. the attempts of pushing inside your walls made your legs lock and your body tense up.

aggressively shaking your head, although what would that do? he’s stronger. he’s bigger. he’s got the upper hand. he’s the man here.

“you know, this is technically my last night free.” speaking against your neck, you’re eyes shut tight as he managed to control your squirming and nestle two fingers deep inside your cunt.

“and you’ll help me make the most of it.” pumping in and out, he whispered incoherent sentences into your skin. your heavy breathing and ragged —pained — moans muffled out whatever words that fell from his lips.

removing his fingers, his grip lightened just enough to allow himself to push down his slacks and free his aching cock. spitting into the palm of his hand again, johnny pumped himself a few times before placing his hand onto your waist.

hooking his thumb under your panties, he used the finger to keep the fabric tucked out of his way. using the rest of his fingers to tightly grip your body and force you down onto him.

yeah it hurt you, hurt like hell. but who was he to care? johnny was ready for one last taste of another woman before he would have to wake up to the same body every morning.

as johnny fought to bite back a groan, you screamed into the palm that never once moved from your face. eyes rolling to the back of your head as he forced your body to accommodate to the sheer size of the man’s dick.

his fingers could never have prepared you for this.

slowly, johnny pulled back until nothing but his tip remained nuzzled inside. only to slam his hips back up and against your ass — causing your body to inch up the wall every time.

as your body twitched and tears poured down your cheeks and his hand, the sound of heels hitting the ground echoed through the air. stopping just feet away from where johnny was shamelessly assaulting you.

“johnny?? are you out here?” irenes voice filled with still space, and with his wife so close by, johnny did not stop. he continued, and he continued until he was silently cumming deep inside of your cunt.

letting go of your body, he allowed you to drop down onto the soil. sore, aching, confused and terrified. without another word, he stuffed himself back into his pants before walking out into the open. attaching himself to his worried wife’s hip, and making up some lame excuse that she was sure to eat right up.

kicking your camera as he walked up the stairs.

hi. did you like? i hope you did since you read the whole thing, this was supposed to be a request and i kinda got a little off the rails. so sorry about that, hope you enjoyed anyway. feedback would be greatly appreciated, or not idk. this is my first time writing and publishing genuine noncon so we’ll see how this goes…

[scariusaquarius]

rehab. 43.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: My brain hurt even thinking about writing this chapter laksdjf;askdfj and it hurt the whole time, but hey, 8.1k words ain't so bad :p

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This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

NOTE: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANY OF MY WORKS TO BE FED INTO AI FOR BOTS, I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORKS TO BE TRANSLATED, REPOSTED, REWORKED, ETC, IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM!!!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. / rehab masterlist 2. chapter 42

Instead of Rebecca's warm arms and the comfort of the imagined sunlight, (Y/n) woke up on metal; the cold of the material chasing away the warmth with a ferocity that made (Y/n) want to shiver. However, she was strangely exhausted; the familiar effects of being heavily sedated coming over her, and her eyes fluttered. Bright white lights were above her, and the smell of ammonia was heavy in the air.

There was a buzzing in her ear almost like gnats, and in the symphonics of the buzzing were voices. She was drifting between a space of awareness and complete disorientation, and (Y/n) could feel something pressed against her temples and the back of her neck; sticky and itching.

However, her limbs were too heavy to lift to scratch the itch, and she couldn't even move her head. She was completely stuck, and then she noticed that there was an oxygen mask on her face that was feeding her a sickly sweet air that (Y/n) recognized to be the sedation.

(Y/n)'s head was pounding, filled with static, and Rebecca's voice sounded extremely distorted as (Y/n) tried to remember her words.

'Rem...er..th...sun...t'

What was she trying to say?

The buzzing suddenly turned into voices; echoing around her, and at first, (Y/n) wasn't aware of who the smug voice belonged to. She tried to twitch her fingers, but they wouldn't move. Her body wasn't listening to her, and (Y/n) was starting to panic.

Internally, she was thrashing and screaming and beating against a nonexistent window as she tried to wake up from the sedation or to at least stop breathing it in. However, nothing was working, and Lukas' voice became clear.

"Cognitive resistance detected. Despite a Class IV Sedative, she's still fighting it. Actually quite impressive."

Her heart was racing within her chest, her muscles almost spasming with phantom pain, and (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered slightly as she started to become a bit more aware.

"This is expected. Her hippocampus is full of memory nodes that are being projected longer than normal. However, rest be assured, the failsafe doesn't need her cooperation. It just needs her brainstem's compliance."

What were they talking about? What did Nagel mean about a failsafe? (Y/n) suddenly saw a flash of familiar blue eyes within her mind, and she latched onto the image as hard as she could as the feeling of forgetting something came over her.

Bucky.

There was a strange sound that was beginning to make (Y/n)'s ears ring. It was faint, almost too faint for her enhanced hearing to pick-up, but she knew that it was there.

It was the sound of a phone ringing, but it was going on for longer than would be normal for a real phone. Suddenly, Dr. Nagel began to speak again, humming as the sound of typing on a keyboard made (Y/n) focus on his voice.

"The secondary protocol is grafted into her neural lattice — not as a new identity, but a dormant response chain. Sensory-triggered, low frequency, and auditory and olfactory-based. It's fully passive until activated."

Lukas then chuckled, sounding as though he was sitting forward within his seat.

"Once the summit reaches critical engagement, then we will have the trigger activate. Oh, it will be beautiful."

Dr. Nagel hummed before he stated.

"I've integrated a fully active program alongside the failsafe as well. When she fully wakes up, she will be the asset once more. That way, she won't get any bright ideas."

Lukas hummed in appreciation, stating while (Y/n) began to panic and scream within her head; desperately trying to move her arms and legs or something.

"Excellent. The second she hears that tone, the failsafe will activate, and our glory will reign once more."

(Y/n) was growing desperate, screaming into her mind over and over to let her go, to stop, hoping that someone would listen. On the outside, (Y/n) slowly blinked, and through a tether built by magic — ancient, deliberate, and hidden in her very blood — someone blinked with her.

The next few hours were a blur between consciousness and sleep; the sweet-smelling toxin being fed through the hissing oxygen mask keeping her in a suspended state as the scientists continued to work on her. At some point, (Y/n) had felt them insert something into her arm, but she was so delirious that she couldn't make sense of what it was.

However, she was aware the whole time that Lukas was watching her; his cold eyes calculating and all she could do was just lie on the table as the scientists worked. And once all was said and done, the lab became hauntingly silent.

She was finally waking up completely, and her eyes blinked up at the bright white light above her. It took a moment for (Y/n) to become completely awake, and when she was, the panic began to set in again full-force.

She wasn’t sure when the nausea began, but (Y/n) was aware that it was growing sharper by the second. That sickly sweet air was still feeding through the mask, but something had changed. Her body was reacting to it differently now.

Her fingers twitched.

Then again.

Not voluntarily.

(Y/n) tried to scream again, but there was no voice — only the hollow echo of her own thoughts cracking against the walls of her skull. Her mind was hers. She knew it. She remembered Bucky. She remembered Strange. She remembered the sun on her skin in Wakanda, the feeling of holding her own life for the first time in decades.

And yet—

Her hand flexed into a fist.

It wasn't hers.

Something else was speaking through her muscles. Her nerves. Her blood. It was a voice that wasn't a voice at all — just a low pulse; a rhythm beneath the skin. She could feel it humming at the back of her spine like a compulsion that held the weight of the sun's gravity.

Obey.

Lukas’s voice echoed distantly from the other side of the room.

“You’ll be able to speak, to think, to argue. But it won’t matter. Because when the trigger hits...you'll move."

Dr. Nagel’s voice floated closer, calm and clinical as (Y/n) watched his face come over hers, that little flashlight in his hand and shining it directly in her eyes.

“We’ve bypassed the frontal cortex entirely. The olfactory-auditory nexus routes to the basal ganglia now. So, procedural memory and muscle memory. The Asset is reactive, not deliberative.”

(Y/n) felt as though she was shaking, her muscles spasming with every second that went by, but her body didn't move a single inch. Inside her mind, (Y/n) was sobbing as her fingers curled again; smoother and familiar.

The Winter Soldier’s grip.

Her own hands were being taught to betray her again, the Winter Soldier's cloak no longer in tandem with her, but rather a cage that (Y/n) was once again trapped within.

And she was awake for all of it.

In (Y/n)'s mind, she could see the Winter Soldier and her were separate, but instead of the soldier being in the mirror, it was (Y/n), and she was pounding as hard as she could on the glass; begging and screaming and crying as she watched the soldier walk away.

It was happening again, and she chose this. Why did she ever think that she could defeat HYDRA?

Why did she ever think that she could ever destroy her home?

Her body sat up on its own, and her legs swung over the table to hang freely. Her eyes were downcast at the floor, deathly still, and the soldier muttered softly.

"Готов соблюдать." (ready to comply.)

No, no, no, no, no!

-STRANGE-

It was like a string snapping, his body being shoved back slightly as the tether was pulled taut. There was so much panic and fear echoing through Strange's mind that it was almost hard to distinguish what was (Y/n)'s...and which was his own. Strange's hand was gripping the table tightly, keeping himself anchored to reality and standing upright as he took heaving breaths.

"Oh, no...no, no, no...why didn't I think of this before?"

The Avengers in the room became concerned, Shuri stepping forward with a frown and asking as Bucky became like stone; his facial expression hardening.

"What is it, Doctor?"

Strange was evening his panting, and he didn't answer at first; trying to get his thoughts in order. Tony spoke next, saying.

"What did you see, Strange?"

Strange finally looked around the room, muttering.

" HYDRA...Lukas...they designed a different program tailored specifically to (Y/n). She can’t just break it like before. It’s not even active yet, not fully, but…they implanted a failsafe...probably since she was a child. It's in her physiology itself...fed straight into her neurobiology and rewriting the genetic code. It's layered...chemically and...it feels magically hindering as well.”

The expressions of the Avengers changed into dread, and Strange continued.

"They're awakening the Winter Soldier, but not the version that we awoke. This one doesn't need orders, it doesn't need guidance...just to obey."

The silence in the room was heavy; dread filling the room, and Strange took a moment to look all around. Tony, Shuri, Bruce, and Peter were all wearing looks of shock while Thor, Wanda, Steve, Vision, Clint, and Natasha were wearing stone-cold faces.

Bucky, however, was enraged. His blood was boiling; seeping into his veins and clouding his vision in red.

He could feel it. That itch in the back of his mind, the plates in his arm whirring as the sensation to carry out a mission began to bleed into his mind. His fist clenched, his jaw tight, and Bucky's body began to tremble.

"You said it's not fully active? Is there a way to get through to her?"

Strange pursed his lips, and he shook his head slightly.

"I don't know. I...I didn't see this coming."

Strange was almost kicking himself. The fact that he hadn't seen this within the woman's timeline gnawed at him like a dog on scraps; and his thoughts became bitter. With all of his power, all of his foresight, all of his knowledge...how had something like this slip past him?

However, Strange already knew the answer. He hadn't even been looking that deep, hadn't considered just how far HYDRA would go to ensure the perfect soldier. HYDRA hadn't just hidden their work behind time and spells. They had buried their work within blood, inside bones, and with the kind of science that doesn't leave traces. This wasn't a spell to break, but a curse that was written deep within her DNA and reinforced.

And curses didn't just show up in timelines...they waited.

Strange looked at Bucky, noticing the way his shoulders had squared, that dark aura coming over him; familiar and foreboding. Pursing his lips, Strange swallowed thickly.

Did ghosts ever truly stop haunting?

-(Y/N)-

The diplomatic summit was in full-swing. Cameras flashed across the ornate marble room, lights bouncing off polished floors and gold trim as representatives from over twenty nations mingled, their voices a low murmur of practiced diplomacy and shallow smiles. The air was thick with the scent of cologne, champagne, and high-stakes politics.

(Y/n) stood like a ghost within the crowd of legendary leaders and high-profile individuals alike. She was dressed in black, a simple suit that hid her Winter Soldier uniform. Eyes scanning the crowd, she was as still as a statue; blending in enough to be unnoticed, but her pulse was thundering in her ears like a war drum.

She didn't remember getting here.

Her memory was missing; the last thing she remembered was being on the table, and suddenly, she was here. (Y/n) could feel her fingers flexing against a hidden pressure sensor embedded in the black gloves she was wearing, and there was the weight of a sidearm tucked neatly against the small of her back.

Despite trying to fight against it, her body knew what to do. Her breathing was slow, her posture was as stiff as a board, and her eyes were dead and blank. Her body was in wait, waiting for the signal.

Suddenly, the room quieted. People were taking their seats, ruffling papers and beginning to settle. A voice called for attention at the front of the room, and flashbulbs clicked in the distance, the soft thrum of camera drones hovering at the edges of the ceiling barely noticeable over the shuffling of chairs and suits.

(Y/n) blinked slowly once, her heartbeat completely steady and waiting; a wolf in sheep's clothing. Her body was relaxed, an unsettling ease coming over her.

However, inside her mind, she was screaming.

She could feel her body shifting, feet aligning beneath her, spine pulled straight as though on strings. Her fingers flexed gently against the fabric of her slacks — just a twitch. Just enough to test the joints. She wasn’t in control.

She couldn’t even tremble.

The chemical trigger was subtle, buried in the air like a ghost. A scent. A memory. Something ancient and cold winding its way through her bloodstream like frostbite. Her mind tried to clutch at anything real — the sound of someone breathing somewhere behind her, the scrape of a chair leg, the squeak of a polished shoe against marble tile.

Nothing held.

Someone approached the podium, and the soldier recognized him to be the Secretary-General of the United Nations. He was a stout man, heavy but kind as he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Esteemed delegates, heads of state, ambassadors, and honored guests—welcome to Geneva. Today marks more than just another gathering of nations. It marks a shared hope, a collective will to confront the challenges that face not only individual countries, but the very fabric of our global community. In this room are voices from every corner of the world—some in harmony, some in discord—but all united under one purpose: diplomacy."

The room murmured softly, and the Secretary-General allowed the people in the room to speak for a moment before he continued, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"We are living in a time of uncertainty. The threat of conflict, the strain of displacement, and the pressure of rapid global change weigh heavily on us all. But it is precisely because of this uncertainty that our commitment to dialogue and cooperation must remain unshaken. Let this summit not be a ceremony of formality, but a turning point. A space where concerns can be voiced and solutions pursued, not with hostility, but with resolve and mutual respect."

The man then smiled, nodding his head as he began to gather his speech papers and tuck them away.

"I thank you all for being here today—and for choosing conversation over conflict. Now, let us begin."

The Swiss President rose first, giving a small nod to the assembled representatives before approaching the podium.

“Distinguished guests, on behalf of the Swiss Confederation, I personally welcome you to Geneva.”

There was no clapping, just simple silence as the participants of the UN listened quietly. From across the room in the Swiss delegation, (Y/n) could feel Lukas staring at her. His eyes held an expression of sinister anticipation despite his face revealing nothing, and the soldier's body was stiff with a need to please.

(Y/n) felt like throwing up.

"Switzerland has long stood as a beacon of neutrality, of peace, and of diplomacy. In a world that is marked by the increase of enhanced individuals, mutants, incredible technological advances, and unforeseen challenges, we recognize the important and risks that these individuals pose. These individuals embody great potential for defending our nations, and they have proven this time and time again."

The Swiss president cleared his throat, and he glanced around the room from over his glasses, his hand on the podium clenching into a fist as he spoke.

"However, we must practice vigilance and care with such advancements. We cannot ignore the dark shadows cast by organizations such as HYDRA, whose manifesto has trampled on human rights and endangered our nations security. The exploitations of enhancement technologies is a grave threat. Not just to individuals, but the very fabric of our international order."

From across the room, Lukas ran a hand through his hair before scratching at his ear, inconspicuously placing an ear piece within his ear before he began to type on his phone.

'Asset. Prepare for peace.'

The automated message played along with a very faint sound of a phone ringing within the earpiece that she was wearing, and her body immediately tensed. Her body was slow, moving like a shadow as she sauntered away from the room. The Swiss President's voice was still loud and clear as she walked out, smiling politely at the security guard before walking up the stairs.

The soldier was tearing off the formal attire, her Winter Soldier garb revealing itself as she threw the clothes into the trash and found herself on a high balcony. There was a rifle case waiting for her, a HYDRA agent disguised as a security guard waiting for her.

"Therefore, Switzerland calls upon the global community to unite in establishing a framework for the regulation of enhanced soldiers. However, this framework must balance innovation with ethics, ensure transparency, and uphold the dignity of every human being involved."

The soldier took care in putting the rifle together, installing a silencer at the end of the rifle before taking her place. The stock of the gun rest comfortably within her shoulder, and she popped open the sight to get a clear look at the target.

Please don't. Please. Please don't do this.

"We must act with both resolve and fairness-guarding against abuse while respecting the rights of those who serve with honor...and who seek to make amends to right their wrongs. It is only through cooperation and shared responsibility that we can build a future where technology strengthens peace rather than fuels conflict."

'Take your aim, Asset.'

Oh, god, no. No, please!

"Let this meeting here today mark a new age of unity and trust, where nations stand together against threats like HYDRA and commit to safeguarding humanity's values."

Remember the sunlight, remember the sunlight, remember the sunlight, remember the sunlight!

Before the President could give his final statement, the order came through the comm link like a liquid poison, and her finger tensed against the trigger.

'Shoot.'

BUCKY!

Her finger pulled the trigger, the shot muffled but just loud enough for the members of the meeting to look around for a moment. The Swiss President was shocked, holding a hand to his chest, and red began to bloom beneath his hand. Someone in the crowd screamed, and all hell broke loose.

Lukas immediately put on an act of feigned horror, his eyes widening as he ran to the Swiss President's side. He was yelling for help, but the soldier knew that it was all for the performance. The soldier watched for a moment as the man leaned down to the President's ear, whispered softly, and the Swiss President's eyes widened before he began to choke on his own blood.

The HYDRA agent immediately took his gun out, shooting the guards that were coming up the stairs, and the soldier was walking down with the finesse of a hunter. Her eyes were scanning the environment, and she took her sidearm out and began to shoot anybody that was getting in between her and the exit.

Inside of her mind, (Y/n) was going insane. She was clawing at her own body despite there being no wounds, her metaphysical body unable to be harmed, and she was breaking under the stress. There was no mindscape to fall back on, no projection to speak to her, just a cold cage that had frost growing on the bars.

Strange, please...please...I can't see the sunlight. I can't feel it. I can't...I can't do this. I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS.

The agent that was escorting her to the extraction point was shot down, but there was no remorse within the soldier's eyes. A simple shot to the head made the security guard drop, and her steps quickened to ensure success of the mission.

The soldier walked into a corridor that was separating her from the outside where the van was waiting for her, her boots echoing around the empty hallway as people screamed in the background, and the soldier shielded herself when the large window adjacent to her suddenly shattered and a large shadow came over her.

The soldier rolled backwards as Sam shot a grapple at her, and the soldier did not hesitate to raise her gun and fire at Sam as he yelled down at her.

"(Y/n), stand down!"

Her bullet was aimed right as his heart, but Sam's wings closed just in time for the bullet to ricochet into a nearby statue; shattering half of its face. Then, the soldier felt a presence from behind her.

Natasha had her Widow's Bite in her hand, the baton lit up with electricity as the woman aimed for tendons, but the Soldier was too fast. Grabbing Natasha's wrist, the soldier spun and yanked, snapping Natasha's wrist and causing the woman to scream out with pain before she kicked Natasha in the chest and straight into a column.

The woman instantly dropped, groaning, and the soldier began to advance before Sam's annoyed outburst alerted her to his attack. Dodging a kick from Sam from above, the soldier rolled out of the way and threw a hard punch, missing by centimeters as Sam activated his jetpack to fly him backwards.

The soldier glared at him, her lips curling into a snarl behind the mask, and she grabbed a knife and threw it at him while charging. While dodging the knife, Sam was too slow to back away from the woman, and the soldier launched herself at him.

The impact was brutal, Sam's body flying down into the ground as the soldier kept a tight hold of his uniform, and her hand snatched another knife from her belt and raised it; ready to slam it directly into Sam's head. However, a metal hand grabbed a firm hold of her wrist and flung the woman backwards, her body skidding for a moment before the soldier somersaulted back into a standing position.

Bucky.

Bucky's eyes were dark, his expression firm, but there was a pleading look on his face that the soldier did not respond to; her hand instantly finding a new knife to use. Bucky stated, his hands up in mock surrender.

"(Y/n), I know you're in there."

From within her mind, (Y/n) was sobbing, shaking the frost-covered bars with frostbitten fingers as she screamed his name, hoping and praying that he could somehow hear her cries.

'Please! Please, don't fight me! Just run! Please, I don't want to hurt you!'

However, her body was already moving, advancing towards Bucky with a newfound ferocity as her lips hissed out.

"Traitor."

Bucky didn't flinch, but the word cut deep into him. When her knife grazed his shoulder, Bucky didn't even register the new superficial cut nor the tear in his uniform. His eyes were trained onto (Y/n)'s, hating the dead look in her eyes. It was almost as if there was no trace of her; just a machine that was ready to kill.

Bucky hated it. He despised those eyes; those dead and lifeless eyes that once held hope and determination, excitement, curiosity...now just a hollowed shell cultivated by HYDRA; by him.

"(Y/n), please. I'm not your enemy."

The soldier ran at him, arcing her knife in a downward brutal strike with precise precision, and Bucky blocked it with his metal arm, letting out a noise from the pain of it yanking his shoulder.

His boots scraped across the marble floor, and Bucky barely had any time to react before her knee came up and slammed directly into his diaphragm, launching him across the room and crashing into a bench. Bucky groaned in pain, writhing on the floor for a moment as the wind tore from his lungs.

She was faster. Much faster and stronger than anything he had seen before. Bucky staggered to his feet, his body aching with protest, and Bucky panted slightly. There was no trace of anything even remotely (Y/n) within this woman, but Bucky knew that (Y/n) was still in there. He begged quietly as (Y/n) began to advance on him again.

"Please, don't make me do this."

I don't want to do this. I don't want to hurt anybody.

She charged again, knife glinting, and he barely managed to block. The force of the blow sent vibrations up his cybernetic arm, tingles and shivers running down his spine from the sensation. The soldier brought her other arm up for an uppercut, and Bucky caught that hand, keeping a firm hold of her wrist as Bucky and the Soldier stared each other down.

They were caught in a stalemate, super soldier against super soldier, and Bucky's hands were shaking from the strenuous effort of keeping her in place. His boots were starting to skid across the floor again, slowly, as he tried to fight against her strength, and Bucky begged as he clenched his teeth.

"(Y/n), I know you're in there. I know you can't get out. But if there's any part of you, anything, that can hear me...please, remember the sunlight!"

Her movement paused for a split-second, but it was enough for Bucky to notice and to garner hope, but it was short-lived as her dilated pupils constricted again and her forehead came crashing into his face.

Bucky yelped, his nose breaking with a sickening crack, and he was flung onto his back. Blood gushed from his nose and a newly split lip, and he heaved when the soldier stomped her foot onto his chest. A glint within the light caught his eye, and Bucky watched as the soldier produced her knife, skillfully spinning it within her hand before she gripped the handle tightly.

The soldier knelt down, resting her entire weight on his body, and Bucky didn't move. He lied there on the ground, staring up at (Y/n) as she raised her knife; ready for the kill, and he swallowed thickly before whispering softly.

"I don't blame you."

Her eyes dilated slightly, and she hesitated for a moment.

"I don't blame you for any of this...and if you kill me...I won't blame you for that either. I deserve it. I put you in this position...I let you go when I wanted to keep you with me...in Wakanda while we listened to the music and looked at the pretty woman in the picture."

Bucky spat out the blood that was pooling in his mouth, and he whispered further.

"And I want you to remember the sunlight and how you chose to stand in it...and that I'm with you till the end of the line."

Her pupils constricted again, her hand slamming down, and Bucky kept his eyes on her the whole time. However, the knife stopped inches from his eye, and Bucky was confused. With his enhanced hearing, he could hear a voice coming from a comm link within (Y/n)'s ear.

"Asset, to the extraction point! You've done your part. Leave them and come home."

There was no hesitation to her withdraw, sheathing her knife before she began to walk away, and Bucky groaned before rolling onto his stomach and calling to her as (Y/n) walked.

"(Y/n)...please, don't go."

The soldier never looked back once as she exited through the doors, and Bucky let his out-reached hand fall and his forehead to fall to the ground. He was panting, holding his metal hand to his stomach, and he could hear Natasha and Sam groaning in the background. Natasha muttered through the pain, holding her wrist.

"Well, that wasn't the reunion I was expecting."

Sam muttered, shaking his head.

"Man, Nat, respectfully, please keep your thoughts to yourself. I wasn't imagining this, right? She seemed to be a lot stronger and faster."

Nat just rolled her eyes before wincing, and she sat up, holding her wrist to her chest as she replied.

"You weren't. Without (Y/n) being able to control any of her movements, the programming has complete and full reign, which means the Winter Soldier has no inhibitions. It's kill or be killed, and her body is going to do what it takes to complete the mission."

Bucky grit his teeth and let out an angered yell, punching the ground with his left hand and causing the floor to crack and crumble. Natasha and Sam were quiet for a moment, simply allowing Bucky to feel his emotions before Sam muttered.

"We need to get the hell out of here and start working on a way to bring (Y/n) back."

Bucky hissed as he stood up, wincing as his injuries began to become more apparent now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

"We should have never let her go. We should have never trusted Fury...should have never let Shuri even think that sending (Y/n) back was a good idea."

Natasha was quiet, and the group was distracted by a portal of orange sparks opening up, Strange and the other Avengers on the other side. Strange's expression turned grim at the sight of the injured trio, and the group hobbled through the portal. When Bucky laid eyes on Fury, his rage was reignited instantly. He began to yell, walking towards Fury and Steve clasping his arm firmly to keep Bucky from reaching the man.

"This is all your fault...everyone's! We should have never sent her back, and I can't even believe that any of you agreed to this!"

Fury frowned, pointing out.

"Let me remind you, Sergeant Barnes, that (Y/n) chose to go through with this mission."

"Because you pressured her! You made up some bullshit excuse about how her going back would be the best thing, it could be a way to make things right, but now look: she's stuck in her own mind, Strange can't even do anything, and we can't fix it!"

Steve ushered softly, trying to get Bucky to calm down.

"Buck, Buck, you gotta calm down."

"Fuck you too, Steve."

Bucky shoved Steve off, hissing as he pointed at him.

"Even you knew how shitty of an idea this was, and you still agreed. Everyone still enabled her...and even though I tried to tell her not to do it, she still agreed because you guys gave her some bullshit manifesto of doing this would be 'right'. Well, guess what, it wasn't. And now she's gone."

Bucky began to walk away before he paused, clenching his jaw, the blood from his nose and lip splattering against the ground as he clenched his fists. Turning, Bucky hissed with finality.

"I hope you all carry this fucking weight."

Bucky stomped out of the room, his footsteps carrying throughout the corridor, and the room became quiet. Steve's jaw was clenched tightly, staring after his best friend with guilt and shame, and Strange stated firmly.

"He's right, you know."

Steve snapped his gaze to Strange, hissing.

"Now is really not the time."

"No. Now, Captain Rogers. Because whether you like it or not, his anger isn’t misplaced. You all told her she could save lives. That this was her redemption."

He looked around the room, pausing on each face that was giving him various looks of guilt, shame, and defensiveness.

“But you never asked what it would cost her.”

Fury folded his arms, stating with a tone of finality as he looked at Strange with a frown.

“She volunteered.”

“And you gave her just enough reasons to do it,”

Natasha said, quietly but sharply as Shuri flinched as the Princess worked on healing Natasha's wrist.

“You played on her guilt, Nick. We all did. And now, we have to find a way to make things right."

Sam shook his head before he asked, looking around the room with an angered look on his face.

"So, what now? Do we just wait until the next world leader gets assassinated in front of the whole damn world? How do we get (Y/n) back and get that damn failsafe deactivated?"

Strange spoke, a newfound hesitation within his voice as he murmured.

"We won't be able to reach her with just magic. The failsafe has magic hindering properties which are making it extremely difficult to reach her. If I try to force it, I risk breaking her mind and possibly killing (Y/n)'s identity...leaving just the Winter Soldier, and then there will be no saving her. With her mind already fractured in the way that it is, I can't do this knowing that I could kill her."

Tony rubbed his forehead before clasping his hands.

"Alright, then what dumbass idea are we going to try next? Knocking on the front door?"

Fury pursed his lips before he sighed.

"I might know of some people that can help."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'm dying to hear this one."

Fury didn't grace Sam with a response, and the man vaguely stated.

"I'll have you, Strange, Tony, Bucky, and Peter go. The boy can stand to learn something there."

Tony narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms.

"You know, I don't really know if I wanna follow the orders of a man who just royally fucked up."

"Do you want to save the girl or not?"

Fury's face was stern, his eye staring directly at Tony, and the Avenger subtly furrowed his brow before he stated.

"Without you, kind of."

"Then get to work."

-UPSTATE NEW YORK-

It was early in the afternoon when the quinjet landed before the Institute. The summer day was bright, the sunlight blinding, and Bucky wanted to be anywhere but here. He was still enraged, finding himself in a training room within Wakanda and absolutely destroying every practice dummy there was when Peter came in to talk to him about Fury's plan.

"Um, Bucky? Can I...come in?"

Bucky was almost tempted to tell Peter to fuck off, but bit his tongue to keep himself from lashing out. He was just a kid, and he hadn't had anything to do with this. If anything, Peter had protested just as much as Bucky had, and he was sure Peter didn't know or realize how much he appreciated it.

However, Bucky was finding it hard to be graceful. His mind was reeling, unable to get (Y/n)'s dead eyes out of his head no matter how hard he punched the training dummy.

Traitor.

Why had she said that? Was it because he had abandoned HYDRA? Was it because Bucky had been able to escape? Or was it something worse...

Did the soldier recognize that he was the one who essentially made her into what- she was?

"What is it, Queens?"

Peter wrung his hands together, and the young man came to sit beside Bucky on a closed crate, presumably filled with training equipment. Peter looked unsure of what to say before he muttered.

"I'm sorry."

Bucky was surprised by the words, turning to glance over at Peter with a frown as he asked, a bit harsher than he had intended.

"What the hell are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong."

Peter was wringing his hands again, twisting his mask over in over out of habit, shaking his head as his eyes looked down at the floor; a strange expression of guilt coming over him.

"I know I didn't do anything wrong, but...I didn't want you to think that you were the only one fighting for her."

The sincerity within Peter's voice had Bucky's shoulders relaxing just the slightest, and Bucky gazed at Peter for a moment before he stated.

"You're a good kid, Peter."

The use of his actual name had Peter shooting his head up, and Peter seemed surprised by the amount of tired honesty that was in Bucky's voice. Peter bit his lip before he asked.

"She matters a lot to you, doesn't she?"

"Yeah...I guess so."

Peter nodded before he took a deep breath, and he revealed.

"I know you're not exactly on great terms with Fury, but...he thinks he knows someone that can get through to (Y/n) in a way that Strange can't...and much stronger than Wanda. He wants you to go with Strange, Tony, and I somewhere...he hasn't told us yet though."

Bucky frowned heavily, his irritation coming full swing, and Bucky launched a brutal punch to the training dummy; the shell cracking from the force of his punch.

"Why the hell should I listen to that bastard?"

"Honestly, you probably shouldn't, but if there's a chance that someone can save (Y/n), then I think we should try to hear him out."

Bucky's lip curled back slightly, and he rolled his eyes.

"Last time we did that, we lost (Y/n). What makes you think that this is going to be any different?"

Peter shrugged before offering weakly.

"Spidey senses?"

"I think I'm gonna need more than the 'Peter tingle', kid."

Peter grimaced and closed his eyes, begging.

"Oh, god, please don't call it that."

After shaking his head a bit, Peter then sighed and tilted his head a little as he looked at Bucky.

"Look, I know that you're angry...and I couldn't fathom losing MJ like this or...or Aunt May, but I think we should give it try...anything to save Miss (Y/n)."

Bucky glanced at Peter, the two sharing a long look before Bucky huffed and shook his head.

"Alright, fine. Fine, I'll hear them out."

Peter smiled, and that had been that.

Standing in front of the Institute, however, Bucky was regretting his decision. It looked like a regular school, kids mingling outside and doing homework, and Tony commented with a frown.

"Okay, so we're going to talk to a guy that collects mutant kids like Pokémon cards? Really?"

Peter looked shocked, asking as the group walked up to the school, the kids giving the men strange looks as they approached.

"Wait, how do you know about Pokémon?"

"Kid, do you think I was born under a rock?"

Strange shot Tony a sideways glance, his expression dry as the man replied and kept Peter from responding.

"Charles Xavier is one of the foremost minds in psionics and metaphysical theory. He also happens to run a school for young mutants. Not everything has to be an evil mastermind’s lair, Stark."

Tony raised an eyebrow before scoffing and rolling his eyes.

"Tell that to every bald guy with a secret compound and a god complex."

Peter, meanwhile, was squinting at the building with visible interest, his senses going crazy and the hairs on his arm standing up, but not out of a sense of danger, but from the amount of power that was in one place.

"This is awesome. I read about the Xavier Institute once. My best friend, Ned, is obsessed. He said it's like...the Hogwarts for mutants."

Bucky grunted, shaking his hair out of his face as he rolled his eyes with annoyance

"Whatever the hell it is, let's just hope they got the answers we need."

Before anyone could reply, the doors to the Institute opened—and out stepped a man built like a tank, with worn leather and sideburns sharper than his glare and a large cigar perched between his lips. His hazel eyes were glaring at Tony, sizing the man up as he spoke.

"If you're here to drop more snide remarks, Stark, you're gonna find yourself on the end of my claws."

Logan's voice was rough, gravel-ground and unimpressed. Behind him, Hank McCoy descended the stairs with a far more pleasant demeanor, brushing dust off his vest like he’d just come from a lecture and poorly-hidden excitement brightening his face.

"Oh, play nice, Logan. Visitors mean fresh perspectives, fresh jokes, and potentially fascinating conversations about quantum telepathy if we're lucky."

Logan threw over his shoulder with an annoyed glare.

"Speak English, would you?"

Peter's eyes widened, his jaw dropping as he whispered.

"Oh my god, it's Wolverine...and...and Beast! This is so cool!"

Bucky took a long glance at Logan, and Logan gave the man a firm look back. The two men began to size each other up, and when neither of them backed down, Strange cleared his throat.

"If we're quite done trying to think of whose dick is bigger, I'd like to hold council with Charles, if you will allow us the pleasure."

Logan finally glanced at Strange, frowning before muttering and turning, waving the man off.

"What the hell should I care? Charles has been expecting you anyway. But if you think you're gonna get any fun ideas, do yourself a favor, and don't."

Logan walked off, and Hank gave the man a frown before turning to the group with an apologetic look.

"I do apologize for him. He's been quite upset since Charles informed us of the situation. Please, follow me."

Logan was already halfway up the steps, and Hank launched into a history of the Institute. Peter was listening intently the whole time, but Bucky quickly tuned the man out. Besides Strange, Bucky had noticed the way the air suddenly felt charged. There was a brush of pressure against his head, and it was almost as if someone was knocking and asking to be let in.

Bucky shook his head, jaw clenched, and Strange glanced at him with understanding. When the group made it outside of Charles' office, Logan walked in with no care, Hank giving him a disapproving look before sighing and escorting the men into the office.

Charles Xavier was sitting at his desk, a kind smile on his face as he greeted the group.

"I was waiting for you. I hope you found our Institute welcoming. Please do forgive Logan. He's untrusting and very protective of our youth here."

Tony slumped down onto the couch on the side of the room as if he owned the place, and Peter awkwardly sat down in front of the desk. Strange stayed standing before the chess set, and Bucky hung back near the door. Charles' expression became softer as he looked over the group. His eyes settled onto Tony first, his eyes teasing and playful.

"Mr. Stark, I must assure you that we don't collect kids, but rather that they choose to be here. I do appreciate you keeping your keen sense of humor outside Institute halls."

Tony's eyes widened, and he shook his head, stating gruffly.

"Alright, that's kind of creepy."

Charles chuckled before his eyes swept over Peter, who was awestruck by the man as the Professor spoke.

"Peter, don't worry about the mic being left on during your one-man concert last night. It went mostly unheard."

Peter's face immediately turned red as Hank snorted in amusement, Peter stating.

"What? How did you...oh, this is highly unethical."

Logan couldn't help but to smirk slightly from his position against the wall besides Charles. When Charles glanced at Strange, he winced before he chuckled.

"Doctor Strange, your mind is a very intense but fascinating place. Forgive me for attempting, but I simply could not resist the urge."

Strange's lips were pursed into a tight line, and he replied politely, nodding his head.

"I would rather you not go crazy, so please don't try again."

Charles and Strange shared an understanding look, and finally, Charles looked at Bucky. Bucky was standing stiffly in the back of the room, his arms crossed and looking uncomfortable, and his gaze shot to Charles when the Professor addressed him.

"Sergeant Barnes."

Bucky's jaw clenched, immediately feeling his hackles rise, but Charles comforted him with a raised hand, stating.

"Do not worry, I won't invade your privacy. I believe you've had enough people within your mind already."

For a moment, Bucky didn’t respond. But something in his posture—barely a shift in his shoulders—suggested a thread of gratitude beneath the tension. Charles didn’t press. He merely offered a small, knowing nod before turning to the rest of the group.

"Now, I believe we have a dilemma on our hands that needs rectified promptly."

Strange nodded, and he began to explain the situation to Charles. Charles listened closely, his expression turning grim as Strange continued to talk. Hank was becoming interested and fascinated as Strange explained the failsafe, and Logan was...strangely stone-faced. It was hard to get a read on the man, but Bucky could tell that the man was becoming increasingly bothered.

'I do apologize for him. He's been quite upset since Charles informed us of the situation.'

Why did the man care so much? Logan hadn’t moved much at all since the group had arrived in Professor Xavier's office, but Bucky saw the twitch in his jaw, the way his fingers flexed like he was holding something back. He’d seen that kind of simmering before—in himself, in others like him. This wasn’t just concern. It was personal. When Strange was finished, he ended his explanation with a sigh.

"So, that's why we are here. Fury believes that you, or perhaps one of your colleagues, would be able to help somehow."

Charles steepled his fingers, his expression inquisitive as he spoke.

"HYDRA's tampering was extremely extensive, but it was not just cruel: it was methodical. They didn't want to just control, but...it seems they wanted obedience through complete identity erasure that it much more advanced than it was before. The more that (Y/n) is put through, the farther this fracture extends, and if it gets far enough...(Y/n)'s identity could very-well fade away to leave only the Winter Soldier persona."

Tony became still, his breathing seeming to still as Peter's expression became stricken. Bucky's face darkened, and Logan seemed to become uncomfortable. Charles' expression drifted, looking distant as if he was remembering something.

"To fracture a mind so completely and then bind it with a single thread—this is psychic engineering at its most insidious. I'm afraid the damage is likely embedded deep in both conscious and unconscious memory in order to achieve this identity erasure."

Charles then glanced at Hank, the Beast fidgeting with a need to pace as he waited to speak, and when Charles nodded, Hank immediately jumped onto the opportunity.

"You said that the failsafe was installed into her neurobiology, correct?"

Strange nodded, and Hank brought a hand up to his chin as he began to think.

"It isn't unheard of to be able to influence a genetic code. The world has been researching genetic engineering for years...certain chemicals interact with certain proteins and enzymes, DNA and RNA, and so on."

Hank began to pace as he thought, his eyes widening with intrigue as he spoke.

"From a biological standpoint, I imagine the trigger operates similarly to classical conditioning. Trauma-response loops. Neurochemical reinforcement. Perhaps even physical alterations to her amygdala or hippocampus if they were truly thorough."

His voice had risen slightly, fascinated now.

"It’s a horrifying example of neurological repatterning. Like Pavlov, if he’d been given access to advanced neuroscience and absolutely no ethical constraints."

Strange uncrossed his arms, asking as he regarded Hank with a grim expression.

"So, it truly is both psychic and physical."

"It would seem so. A telepath can begin to undo the work that HYDRA has done psychically, but if the body itself is reinforcing those patterns… well, we’ll need a multi-pronged approach."

Charles nodded in agreement before looking around the room.

"We must tread carefully. If we do not do this as carefully as possible, then we risk furthering the damage and causing a full collapse. (Y/n) will be lost, and there will be nothing that can be done."

Charles' eyes drifted to the Time Stone that was pressed against Strange's chest, and Strange instantly frowned, a sense of protectiveness coming over him. Charles, however, said nothing and he moved from behind the desk. Maneuvering his wheelchair to the window, he looked almost distraught for a moment, and Logan picked up on it immediately.

"What are you thinking, old man?"

Charles didn’t answer right away. His gaze swept out the window, catching on the students sparring in the courtyard, their laughter echoing faintly. A moment passed. Then another. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, thoughtful.

"I’m thinking about the cost."

Logan’s brow furrowed.

"The cost of what?"

Charles turned just enough for his profile to catch the light, shadows beneath his eyes deeper than usual.

"Of interfering. Of rescuing someone from that level of psychological imprisonment. Lukas Meiers may be just a man, but he’s armed himself with allies—ones who know how to protect him. Not just with magic. With power. Influence. Eyes in places we cannot see."

He looked at Strange then, calm but firm.

"The Time Stone may give us a glimpse into outcomes, but it cannot weigh the morality of those choices. That burden remains ours."

Strange nodded slowly, sensing the direction.

"You’re afraid that trying to save her… might break her."

Charles closed his eyes for a beat.

"I’m afraid that if we are not careful, we may destroy what little remains of her free will and her identity."

-

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[i-nssomniia]

Fortune cookies «Delivery to the heart? Tuk-Tuk!»

Pairing: Oliver x reader

Tags: Korean!Reader, doesn't speak English!Reader, racer!Reader, not canon, mention of other characters

Note: we weren't shown the race between in America, so I added something from my imagination. And I also played a little with Oliver's taste preferences (most likely it's different, but it's a little funny). and I also want to write a few parts on a similar topic, so if you have a character, then suggest🫶🏻

@shintaru @dzvelinaskebiyars

"Please take this for you, two fortune cookies inside."

Clover tilts her head slightly, looking at the two packed triangular cookies in front of her, which the barista holds out to her. She was about to pick up two drinks from the counter of the cafe when her name sounded.

"fortune cookies?", - she raises her head, looking up at the barista.

"Yes, we have an action in the cafe, every customer receives fortune cookies," - barista nods gently at her before turning around to greet new customers and starting to take a new order.

Clover takes two coffees: one sweet drink with cream and syrup on top, and one cappuccino with no sugar, and also takes a cookie. she approaches a small table by the window.

"Look!", - she excitedly places the sweet drink in front of her brother and hands him a cookie before sitting across from him, - "they said they have a promotion and everyone gets their own cookie with a prediction!"

Oliver raises his head, looking at the order his sister brought, and raises an eyebrow, - "Do you really believe in this?"

She giggles softly, opening a transparent package with a small white ribbon, taking out her sweet, - "of course! It's fun!"

He sighs briefly, grabbing his glass to bring the straw to his mouth and take a couple of sips.

"won't you open it?", - his sister breaks open a cookie, taking out a small note, - "oh! I have such a cute one. Sometimes even fearsome bears turn into teddy bears! It's romantic."

she chuckles softly, looking expectantly at Oliver, who surrenders to her gaze in order to receive his prediction.

"So...", - he opens the sweet, breaking it in half and putting a piece in his mouth, - "I have... a delivery right to your heart, tuk-tuk!"

There's a brief silence between them before a soft laugh escapes.

"That's so silly."

"So you came to America to find clues about your uncle's death?", - Oliver crosses his arms, looking at Jay Jo, who nods briefly. At the same time, he looks at you standing behind him, checking your phone next to Dom Kang.

"Ah, these are my friends, they came with me and don't speak English", - Jay says, following Oliver's gaze and answering his unspoken question, - "They'll be participating in the race with you and Poel"

Oliver doesn't respond, but his eyes focus on you as you take a step towards them. You stand awkwardly in front of him, showing him the screen of your phone, specifically the translator.

"Have a good race! I hope it's fun."

and he can't help but find it cute how you're a foreigner in a foreign country, in a dangerous situation a few days ago, trying to be friendly with him.

he touches the display of your phone to text you back, - "me too"

When he leaves Poel to take a different route, he notices you behind him. as you're pedaling hard to catch up to him. Oliver slides under the barrier in front of him, making a sharp turn into the alleys, and he definitely isn't going to give in to you, even if you're a girl, because he's a racer after all.

he looks behind him, noticing your absence before continuing on his way. the light at the end of the alley blinds him for a moment, until a shadow appears above his head. his eyes widen. did you decide to climb up the alley, using the car parked against the wall to overtake him?

It wasn't anything special. It was just a regular parkour that he had seen many times and done himself.

But for some reason, when he looks up at you and your focused face, his heart skips a beat.

Even if it only lasts for a moment.

"Damn it!" you run your hand through your dirty hair, taking off your helmet and throwing it next to you. "We lost so miserably, it's a shame."

You groan in frustration, sitting down against the wall. You lost by such a wide margin, even Jay couldn't handle those two monsters! You pull your knees up to your chest, feeling disappointed. However, someone's cool fingers touch your knees, giving them a slight tap, causing you to raise your head and see a phone in front of you.

"I was glad to compete with you. you are a good racer" - you notice a sentence in Korean that has been translated with the help of an interpreter, looking at the guy who squatted next to you, Oliver.

and your heart skips a beat for just a moment.

Oliver looks at his sister, who is standing next to a blushing Deokbong Kim holding out her toy, which he fixed especially for her. it even looks like a scene from some romantic manga or book. or the very prediction from the cookie that he received some time ago.

he never believed in such stupidity, but now his eyes are looking for you among others. he takes steps towards you automatically, his hands in his pockets trying feverishly to find something that he himself does not understand. You're back at your phone, typing and erasing something before you pay attention to him.

he reaches for your phone, pointing at it when you give it to him. He types quickly and feels his cheeks turn red, but only a little before he returns your device to you, - "please give me your number. I want to visit Korea in the future, and I will need your help."

Your grip on the phone tightens a little as you read these words. You wanted to ask for his number a few minutes ago, but it was so awkward that you kept erasing it on your phone. But now he just came up to you on his own! and it makes you feel like a little embarrassed schoolgirl who's going on a date for the first time in her life.

You quickly nod to leave your number when he pulls out his phone for you. and a small keychain for the phone case that he once received from store with Clover, which was lying in his pocket. but now it has found its owner.

and his heart can't calm down when he looks at your name in his contacts, which you wrote for him in English.

Maybe these strange predictions from cookies really come true? because he had never even thought of visiting Korea before, but now the idea sounds too appealing to him.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

getting into an argument at dinner with jj?? 😚

i fall apart

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader

warnings: arguing, pet names

summary: while out at dinner, you and jj get into a disagreement.

authors note: thank you for the request, love! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

you and your boyfriend, jj, were currently out at a cute diner just off the cut for a much deserved date night.

you guys had spent most of your day at the beach with your friends and as much as you loved your friends, now you just wanted to spend some time together without them.

but as the night was winding down, it was time to pay. you hated this draining task. you knew how it would end.

especially when you started pulling out your wallet.

“stop,” he said. “put it away.”

you glanced up at him. “j, it’s fine. you always pay. let me do it.”

“it was my idea,” he replied. “i’m takin’ my girl out, so i’m paying.”

this always happened. “you said you were saving money, jj,” you added more firmly.

he pursed his lips into a thin line and looked at you. “i know, but i’m taking you out on a date, babe. we’re done arguing about it, got it? i’m paying and thats final.”

your brows furrowed as you looked at him. “excuse me?” he was never that aggressive when talking about something like this.

when the waiter returned, he handed a few bills to him and looked at your annoyed expression. you appreciated that he paid, but at the same time, you had just had a talk about how he wanted to save money and he was going to stop spending so much.

you understood that more than anything else and you supported him. you did your best to pitch in more, buying most of the things he usually bought for your hangouts with the pogues, buying as much of the stuff to make food during the week as he’d allow before taking over and paying the rest. you’d tried to help him out as much as possible.

so why he had gotten so rude about it this time was beyond you. but you knew you weren’t tolerating it.

once the waiter came back with the receipt, you had stood up quickly and made your way to the car, not caring to wait for him like you usually did.

and when he’d gotten in the car too, he had the nerve to try and place a rough hand on your upper thigh. in response, you’d just picked it up and placed it on the center console without a word.

at the house, there were still no words exchanged. but once you headed into your bedroom and he noticed you were genuinely upset, he started brainstorming his apology.

about two hours had gone past and you hadn’t come out of the room. not even for a snack. you were just sat in there watching your movie. it was getting late though and he wanted nothing more right now than to cuddle up with you and go to sleep.

so he decided it was time. lucky for him, the door was still open. so he headed inside only to find you knocked out already. he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

he walked over to his side of the bed and took a seat. he lightly tapped your arm. “baby,” he mumbled softly.

you stirred and rolled over to your other side to find him sat there. “hm?”

“‘m sorry for acting like that earlier. i know it was rude. you know how i get. and ‘m not making an excuse, i know it was wrong, i jus’ should’ve handled it better and i promise i won’t do it again,” he said just above a whisper, a hand coming up to brush the strands of hair from your forehead.

you hummed and rubbed your heavy eyes. “‘s okay, j. i know you meant well,” you replied tiredly. “now can we go to bed?”

he chuckled and nodded. he got up to quickly shut off the lights then was back at your side underneath the sheets, allowing you to cuddle up into his chest.

[a-strange-echo]

My only star

Pairing: Umbrella!Ben Hargreeves x gn!reader

Word Count: 1269

Summary: During your nightly meeting, Ben wants to tell you something important, little did he know, you also have something important to tell him but you're sure he won't like it.

Warnings: a little angst but fluff in the end, mention of abuse (thanks Reginald). Beta read (for once)

Author's note: I noticed it's been a while since I posted something and I just finished watching The Umbrella Academy for the second time so I just had to write something for our favorite Benny boy. It's sort of a fix-it fic but not entirely; also I might write a little piece that comes after the events of this fic if anyone is interested. As always: English is not my first language, tell me if you see any mistake, I will correct them.

It wasn’t the first time Ben slipped out of his window to escape in the middle of the night but this time it felt different. He couldn’t really explain it, maybe it was the fact he was more determined than ever to tell his best friend what he had been dying to say for years or maybe it was simply the fact he would be able to see them after a long time. Whatever it was, Ben was sure nothing could wipe the smile of his face tonight. Except perhaps the news his best friend was about to deliver to him; although he didn’t know that yet.

He found them sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling above the void, head turned up toward the sky as they watched the stars, waiting for him. Ben felt his heart skip a beat. The way the light of the moon and the stars shone on their face gave them an ethereal glow; it made them look like an angel. An angel made of starlight, Ben thought. He was almost convinced they truly where one in this moment. He approached as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturbed them and whatever thought were swimming in their head. Now closer, Ben could see the reflexion of the stars in their eyes and he swore they never shone brighter.

"-Careful starlight, don’t want you to fall." Ben whispered as he put his hands under their arms to pull them back a little, distancing them from the edge.

"-Hi Benny." Y/N responded, voice small.

As he sat next to them, Ben realized their eyes were shining brighter than usual because they were wet with tears. Worry immediately seized him.

"-Are you okay, baby?"

"-Yes, I just have something to tell you." they sounded so serious and he didn’t like it; it wasn’t like them to be so serious.

"-I too have something to tell you"» he tried to cheer them up with a smile but it came out small and worried.

"-I think it’s better if you go first." Y/N said, wiping their tears out of their eyes.

"-You sure" he was nervous and he knew Y/N could tell.

"-Yes." They took his hand in theirs and placed them on their lap.

Ben took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

"-Y/N, we’ve known each other a long time now and-" as he raised his eyes to meet theirs, the words died on his tongue. Their bright eyes were fixated on him and his mind went blank, any sentence of the big speech he prepared disappeared of his head. "I love you." he finally sighed with heart-eyes, hoping his eyes could translate everything he felt for them, "so much." he added after a short pause.

It was quiet only for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity for both of them, until Y/N pulled their hands out of Ben’s and covered their face with them, muttering under their breath.

"-I should have went first." Y/N said more to themselves.

"-Why? You don’t love me the same?" Ben asked, now completely scared and a little hurt.

"-No! No, no..." Y/N panicked then saw how Ben leaned away from them, body closing on himself and panicked even more. "Wait, no. I-" they took a breath in. "I do love you Ben, believe me I do with my whole being and if love could be burned, I swear my love for you would be the only thing making the stars in the sky shine."

Ben blushed a little upon hearing these words and his heart skipped a beat again. He will have a heart attack because of them one day, he’s sure of it.

"-Then what’s wrong, baby?" he placed a hand on their cheek and smiled softly when they cupped his hand with theirs and leaned in it, closing their eyes.

"-I’m leaving." they managed to get out through a cracking voice. "I found the job I’ve always wanted but it’s in another city, far from here."

"-That’s awesome!" he tried to sound as excited as he could at the moment, their last words still echoing in his head. "Now you can do what you love, what you’ve always wanted to do."

"-I know but I don’t want to leave you here, any of you actually. I don’t want to go knowing that I’m leaving you behind to endure Reginald’s abuse; knowing that I won’t be able to comfort you after a mission. I know how much you hate using your power and how much it affects you, I don’t want to know I’m leaving you to suffer alone while I’m out there, doing something I love."

"-Ho, darling. Come here." Ben said as he pulled them in a hug. He pulled them on his lap, holding them as close as he could. "You always had a heart too big for your body."

"-I’m so sorry, Benny." Y/N cried, burying their head in Ben’s neck.

"-Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad." he smiled. "When are you leaving?"

"-In a few months, I still need to find a place to live."

"-Okay, so that leaves us enough time to part ways properly." Ben smiled in their face.

"-I guess so." Y/N smiled too before leaning closer.

Ben’s eyes dipped to their lips, his tongue coming out to lick his own. When their lips finally made contact, there was no fireworks or butterflies in their stomach. All there were was a feeling of belonging, like they belong together, but it also felt right, as if it was meant to be, they were made for each other. This kiss was like coming home after years of absence.

"-It will be okay, Y/N, I promise." Ben said when they parted, a smile playing on his lips that he just licked.

"-I’ll find a way to get you out of here. And all of your siblings if I could but you come first."

Ben wanted to say that they didn’t have to do that but he wouldn’t just let go an opportunity of leaving this hell hole. He wanted to get out as fast as he could, even bring his siblings with him if he could but he knew he couldn’t.

"-Try to fit in Klaus, he needs it more than anyone else I think. And Vanya too."

"-You, Ben Hargreeves, are way too sweet for this world." Y/N had a teasing smile on but they meant every word of it. "I’ll get you out first and I’ll see for the others later." They said as they got up, pulling Ben up with them, the time they had together coming to an end. They never had enough time together in their opinion.

"-I’ll see you tomorrow?" Ben said but it sounded more like a question.

"-Of course, wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see my boyfriend." they winked, squeezing Ben’s hands as they had yet to release them.

Ben grinned and dropped his head, trying to hide his blush upon hearing what they called him.

"-I technically didn’t ask you that yet." He responded.

"-Well I’ll do it.» Y/N grinned. "Ben Hargreeves, will you do me the honour of being my boyfriend?"

"-I will." he said, leaning his forehead on theirs.

Y/N giggled before closing their eyes and basking in the moment with their boyfriend, enjoying the simple feeling of having him so close.

"-Goodnight, Benny, I love you." Y/N said before parting from the boy.

"-I love you too, darling, goodnight." he smiled, his fingers lingering in Y/N's hand as they retreated.

[gamerbot-22]

Demo Version

Prompt: Headphones

TW/CW: None, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Word Count: 898

A/N: Last Ficlet before my break! I’m writing this while I watch the Oscars with my mom, which feels mega fitting. Anyways! Robin! My sister’s girlfriend’s favorite! I think she’s def won some awards in the game if it hasn’t been stated officially. Could you imagine her in like… Penacony Wicked… Transcendent, tbh. Also yeah, there's a pretty direct reference to the above mentioned sister's gf because I can do what I want! Woo!!!

Translation Notes: Normally this is for foreign language in dialogue, but I thought I would throw this in for people who don't know ballet/don't know it well (like I do.) Adagio means a slow piece, and pas de deux is a dance for two!

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It was intensely common for Robin to get fan mail. Physical, digital, occasionally hand-delivered at events, the starlet was practically swimming in it at all times. She tried her best to get back to all of it herself, and while she was still firmly of the opinion that every single letter get acknowledgement, most of the workload had to be handed off to her assistants.

Still, they saved the best for her to look at, and those letters and messages never failed to lift Robin four feet off the ground with pride and joy.

Especially when they motivated creation. From fanart to music to everything in between, it was a joy Robin wouldn't give up for the world to know that she had touched the heart of even one person in such a way.

On this Mail Day in particular, Robin had gotten quite a few creation letters, with most of them being beautiful pieces of physical or digital painting and sketching in a variety of styles. So when she saw that one message came with an .mp4 attached, Robin couldn't help but get a little more excited.

The letter was from a young lady probably not that much younger than her, from a planet far away. She talked about school and her friends and how she had first found Robin's music through her then-friend, now-girlfriend. It was all very sweet, but what especially caught her eye was the very last paragraph:

"so obviously this isn't me telling you that you have to bc you don't have to do anything, but you've been such an inspiration to me since i started listening to your music! so much so that i actually thought i'd try composing something? there's no lyrics and i'm still new so i have no clue if this is any good, but... even if you would listen to this, it would mean a lot.

thank you! i love you and your work!

- 🐝

attached file: with-wings-unclipped-demo.mp4"

Robin quickly plucked up her headphones from beside her computer's monitor and set them on her head, minding her halo and the wings behind her ears to avoid any discomfort. Earbuds would probably be less trouble, as her agent and brother were so fond of reminding her, but headsets had such better sound quality in her opinion.

So with her headphones on and the file opened, Robin settled in to listen. The progress bar at the bottom showed her that it was on the shorter end of a song--clocking in at only a minute and a half--but demos were meant to be short, and the fact that a self-admitted amateur composer had made that much was something to be proud of!

She hit play and settled against her desk, resting her chin in one hand as she watched the bar at the bottom of the viewer begin to slide seamlessly along.

The first few seconds were just room noise--the kind of white noise that no one notices until there's a microphone around--with the faint sound of breathing and fabric shifting against itself. Then, softly, almost imperceptibly, there came the sound of a piano. It was old, and maybe a little out of tune, but as the chords started to grow more confident, more loud, it was made so clear that the tuning did not matter.

The music swelled and swayed, a beautiful adagio of notes that turned between Robin's ears like a wind-up music box. The starlet shut her eyes and let herself be carried along with each measure, humming softly in Harmony...

...Only to find herself suddenly joined by the sound of a violin. No, a viola, actually. The strings wrapped so perfectly around the piano's notes, the perfect compliment in this newly revealed pas de deux, like the instruments were two pieces of a puzzle that were made custom for one another and nothing else.

Robin turned the music up and let herself get carried away, following each note as it caught in her wings and carried her off with it, right towards the stars. It felt so intimate, being brought along with such a perfect pair.

Then a third sound joined. A voice? For a fleeting moment, at least, she thought there was a voice. Well, the composer said they were still in school, it was probably just a roomma--

"...in?"

Huh. That one wasn't on beat like the first one. It wasn't ruining the demo by any means, but--

"Robin!"

Oh, that was for her--

Robin turned quickly in her chair, only to be met face-to-face with Sunday, her brother, with a rather skeptical, if amused look on his face.

"Oh! Sunday!" Robin quickly paused the track and pulled her headphones off. A rush of warm embarrassment flooded her cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

"I noticed," he chuckled, the wings by his ears fluffing up a little smugly. "I came to tell you that dinner is ready. You've been reading and answering fan mail all day, you should get something to eat."

She nodded gently, still a bit off-guard from the surprise of Sunday's sudden appearance. "Of course, of course, I'll be right down."

Sunday's eyes looked to the monitor, then back to her. His smile widened just a bit, reaching his eyes a little more as he backed up. "Be quick, alright? Don't want it getting cold, now."

[writing-in-lesbian]

A Heiress in love. Pt. 6

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Yu laik ai kru = You are my people // Oso laik wonkru = We are one clan // Ai hod you in seintaim = I love you too // Em pleni = enough // Ai laik Heda = I’m the commander // Jomp em op en you jump ai op // Attack her and you attack me. Chapter synopsis: As the enemies get closer, our new appointed commander embarks on a much personal journey.

A/N: This story keeps sending me into new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 in order for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 6 - The prince, the princess and death.

Tuesday 03:30 a.m.

That’s what you think the time it’s based on the stars illuminating the sky. You observe Wanda sleeping peacefully close to the table where you left her, having you decided to meditate a little.

Your soul is restless, for some reason, you can’t stop thinking about the impending war and the consequences it might have, you make a mental note to send Henry a message tomorrow night, the device for communications being at your chambers, just to ask him how’s everything on their side.

The night is silent.

It should feel peaceful but it’s thick with anticipations of something you quite don’t understand. A lot has happened in a few days, and the constant changing of things does nothing to calm your mind. You think of your family, especially your mother, How many battles and wars has she seen already in her life? She deserves a quiet life, For years she was just surviving, making amends with death but then your mom quite literally fell from the sky and well, they both deserve a quiet life already. Haven’t they suffered enough?

Your mind travels to the redhead close to you and how you went from wishing to know her to being betrothed. Funny how sometimes the universe chooses to give us what we wanted. You notice her slim figure and, think how much harder all of this is being for her, and, not for the first time, you wish you could do more, be more, for those you love and care about.

Wondering as well about your other guests, they will probably leave tomorrow sometime during the day, hoping Pietro or Natasha could stay a little bit more, for Wanda’s sake. Taking your eyes off Wanda you look at the sky and the moon, shining bright above you, making her best effort to bring solace to your query mind.

Raven told you once that your mind thought 800 thoughts per millisecond, never shutting up and it would be a good thing for Lexa to start training you on how to effectively lessen them. You should have paid more attention to your lessons, maybe if your mother had been the one to show you instead of Octavia, you would have studied more, ‘cause you definitely want that state of mind right now.

In a few hours, your party will leave for Tondc, despite the political air it has, that’s where you’ll go to get your tattoo done, right at Becca’s bunker. You’re still amazed at how a lot of things changed when it comes to the Commander rituals, thanks to your mother and her rules.

Closing your eyes again, you try to concentrate, inhaling and exhaling slowly, one, two, three times, but before you can reach the fourth inhalation you hear Wanda whining. Your instinct and need to protect her takes over you and you go to her side immediately. Later when you are questioned, you will recall seeing the red wisps coming from her hands but claim you didn’t notice until it was too late.

You touch her shoulder trying to wake her up and receive a blast of red magic, that, upon impact does feel a little weird, but is enough to send you flying and crashing against one of the bigger rocks on the wall. You have to thank Raven for teaching you to cover your head when being sent flying and crashing from explosions. That summer you spent with her and she used you as a dummy test (to the displeasure of your mothers), is proving to be effective now.

Still, the hard impact is enough to leave you unconscious. … … … … … … … … …

You awake (or regain consciousness) to the sound of screaming. Trying as quick as you can, you force your body to get up, opening your eyes but the air is strong, making it harder for you to see, so you instantly close them again.

Putting your hand covering your eyes you walk towards what you think is the table, squinting your way out.

“Wanda?” You scream but your voice can’t be heard.

The noises are too loud.

You somehow see the smoke rising from the way the Tower is. Feeling your stomach drop, you turn and try to look for Wanda but all you see is fire where the table used to be, you still make your way back to it.

“Wanda, where are you?” But the clouds are covering the moon and there’s a lot of fog, making it impossible to see beyond a certain range, you’re not sure if it’s from the smoke or the chill air, but is starting to get into your lungs. Covering your mouth you reach the table.

Nothing.

BOOM

The loud explosions close to you are enough to destroy the rock walls and send you to the floor looking for cover. Eyes closed, not making a move, you hide behind the hidden part of the table, covering your mouth, trying not to make a sound with your coughs. Inhaling, and exhaling, you calm your state but are still stiff as a rock, you’re not sure where the explosions are coming from or if someone is near.

“Wanda, where are you?” You try again, thinking as hard as you can this time, remembering how it seemed to work a few hours ago, hoping it gets to her again.

Silence.

Eery silence.

Not even the wind makes a noise.

Opening one eye you can’t see any fire or smoke. In fact, everything seems exactly as it was before the explosions, the moon and the stars shining bright above you.

Carefully, you start getting up from your crouching position, sword at the ready. What the hell is going on? Your (e/c) eyes scan the area, looking for a sign of Wanda, at this point, for someone, anybody to appear.

“Welcome… Strisis” you remember well that voice.

It lulled you to sleep many times, but it’s impossible for you to hear it again right now. Turning carefully, one foot at a time, forcing your body to move, refusing to opening your eyes. Counting one to three in your head, you slowly bring light to your vision.

Truth is, it’s not impossible as it seems.

He’s standing there in all his glory, just like you used to remember him. Clad in all black, his blue eyes contrasting his sandy blonde hair, but his hair is well stylish and not as sweaty as normal, due to all the training he’d done. He’s sporting a small smile, the same one he reserved just for you.

“Aden” a whisper you’re not sure it came from your lips.

Tentatively you take a step, he’s the same height you remember him, except this time, you are taller than him. Although you’re not as tall as your mother, you somehow reached Clarke’s height, still, Aden, as you see him now, is shorter than you.

“I have been waiting for you” yet he doesn’t move nor make any intent to come closer. You look at your surroundings, but nothing seems different than when you entered this place.

“How… what… is it really you?” You refuse to believe what’s in front of you. The reality of having him here could mean just one thing.

“I am” he still doesn’t move.

“I don’t understand… am I?”

“Your betrothed holds a lot of power”

You frown at the mention of Wanda. Where is she anyway?

“No need to worry Sistris, despite unconsciously trying, she cannot enter where we are”

“What?” The fog in your brain is going away slowly. You recall the night, meditating, Wanda whining…

And the red sparks.

“We’re in my mind?”

“Not quite Y/N, we are in something similar to the City of Lights. I’m guessing this was a result of her”

“Wanda?”

“Is that her name? I always wondered. Mother used to call her the Lady with magic hands, not the best phrase is you ask, no wonder mom almost choked on her water”

His laugh is remarkable and something you wished to hear more often when he was alive. Wait, your mothers knew Wanda had magic? Is that why they accepted Stark’s offer? But, if they know she has magic, and certainly all her clan know, why would ask for your union? You don’t hold anything compared to Wanda’s abilities, so what can you bring to the table?

“A lot more of what you think sistris"

Continuing to ignore him, for your own sake, a lot of things haven’t made a lot of sense so trying to search for it, under the circumstances will just bring you a massive headache.

“You said we’re in the City of Lights but is not my mind”

“I said, we are in something similar. This is still part of your mind. Lady Maximoff can’t enter this space, more than anyone, you should know and it’s not because of the chaos”

Despite your best efforts, you feel a headache coming. Is that possible? Feeling a headache while inside your head?

“Sunrise is coming sistris”

“Wait, Aden… don’t go” The fear of losing him again makes you act on instinct, recalling the sensation you felt all those years ago, closing the distance an embracing him.

He smells like pine and wood, combined with some citric notes, a little bit different from what you remember. Back in the day, you always mumbled he smelled like rain, Madi taunted him saying you meant it was wet dirt, but to you, it was something fresh.

“I’m here”

Despite the height difference now, you feel his strong arms circling you and comforting you in a way only older brothers can.

You don’t want to let him go and refuse to close your eyes in case he disappears. What if he’s a fragment of your imagination?

“I’m real”

He takes your face and cradles it with his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Let us walk” he grabs your hand while you both walk, using his hand as an anchor to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Upon close inspection, you see now the lake where he used to take you and Madi.

“War is coming sistris, and nothing can prevent it, not even chaos itself”

This information is not a surprise to you. Maybe you knew it all along, feared it but hoped for a peaceful resolution. That feeling of emptiness you had and the restlessness you felt prior was a way of rejecting the truth.

“Mother has taught you well. You’re better than I was. No wonder the spirit of the prior commanders is calling and choosing you”

“Aden” the rest of your sentence dies there, hanging in the air because you well know that, if he would still be alive, the commander would have chosen him and you would have been a simple heiress, waiting for her turn to the throne.

Your only reward was avenging his death when you were of age. To be fair, it was a clean duel, Ontari should have known it was coming.

“I never had the flame but I feel them now. And they are all anxious for what’s to come. You have a powerful ally Y/N and your future wife can be the decisive key to win or lose, it will depend on you”

You let go of his hand and stay rooted in place. Wanda have a part in this?

“We are no wiser nor gods to decide someone's destiny”

“And yet here you are telling me I’m the one who will scale the balance”

“I’m just a messenger”

“You’re one of the judges aren’t you?”

“I’m not sistris. I’m here on your request”

What request? What the hell is happening? One sec you’re trying to meditate and the next you’re in some kind of extremely weird dream, talking to your deceased brother like it was a casual walk at your favorite lake.

And now Wanda has come into the equation.

At her mention or more of your thoughts on her, you see red fog covering some bushes at the other side of the lake.

Aden follows your sight.

“Chaos awaits. It destroys and creates, it can never be tamed or understood but it can be beautiful if loved”

“Why do you keep referring to the chaos?”

“Sistris…” his face is filled with genuine curiosity, frowning his eyebrows exactly like your mother. And not for the first time you’re considering, that in fact, you’re the adopted one of the family.

“What Aden?” Yet you don’t look at him.

“Your betrothed has chaos magic”

He’s expecting a reaction from you but it honestly doesn’t affect you the type of magic Wanda has, why everybody is making a huge deal out of this is beyond your mind. The red fog in the meantime seems to get bigger and bigger.

“Y/N” a whisper comes from the bushes.

Your eyes are still glued to the color red, and for a flicker of a second, a silhouette starts forming only to vanish right after. Curios.

“Sunrise is coming and we cannot be late” That makes you turn to him.

You’re back at the ceremonial place but it seems darker, the stars are far gone and the moon seems to hide behind clouds

“Y/N” the voice seems familiar, you hear it so close to you but yet so far.

Aden walks closer to you when he sees the same red fog getting closer and circling the ceremonial place.

“Curios” Aden’s voice seems now like a whisper.

He places his hand on your shoulders, the act making you face him. His face is serious, a carbon copy of your mother.

“There are things I’m not allowed to tell. The knowledge we possess is not carved on stone and there are things that escape my mind as soon as I want to say them”

“Will I see you again?”

“You will know the answer to that”

Feeling a pull, you notice the red fog is close just to you, it plays around your hand. Aden sees it as well.

“Curios indeed” and you feel his strong arms once again around you and you take the opportunity to absorb his scent, to feel secure in his strength.

“I feel the pain in your heart. Mother loves you, don’t doubt it”

Sometimes we just need encouragement to fuel the fire inside of us. Until this point, you never thought simple words could do that.

“Ste yuj sistris” he says almost in a whisper, kissing your forehead. “Yu laik ai kru, Oso laik wonkru. Trust us, trust the commander in you, and tell your betrothed I said that to her as well”

Opening your eyes you see him still in front of you but the red fog is pulling you towards it. You see Aden moving his lips but can’t hear what he says.

“Aden?”

Trying to walk to him your way is stopped by the fog.

“ADEN” you yell and feel the tears falling from your eyes, just like that night many years ago. “ADEN”

“Curios indeed. Ai hod yu in heinofi” his silhouette seems like it’s vanishing from your line of vision, combined with a tinted red from the fog around your body, feeling warm and not unwelcome at all.

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re completely covered in the red fog… and all goes dark. … … … … … … … … …

You can hear noises but they are too loud for you to comprehend what’s happening. Your mind feels foggy and you feel tired, the pain in your head has become a migraine. You can feel the pressure on one side.

Feeling hands on your shoulders, slowly but surely the noises around you have started to get clear and you can identify voices, Madi, Octavia and Natasha are yelling and you feel pretty sure if you were to open your eyes, you can bet they’re doing some type of training.

“Y/N, please wake up”

“I told you to stay away from her!”

“Don’t you dare touch her if you want to keep your hand”

“Aden… don’t go” it scales as a whisper from your lips.

For a moment, you stop hearing Madi and Octavia and all you can feel are the hands on your shoulders, they feel warm and strong. You want to open your eyes but they feel heavy.

Hearing some rustling around you and the warmth from the hands is replaced by another pair, cold and callused, they feel foreign.

“Y/N… what did you say” Madi’s voice seems close now.

Getting up seems difficult. Groaning, you open your eyes, making your body sit up first. There’s a warm sensation on your forehead so you might as well open your eyes. Bringing your hand to the sour of pain you feel the thick and slick liquid. Blood indeed.

“Y/N you’re okay?” Her voice is worried and you detect a flinch of fear in it.

You look at her and see that Octavia has her sword out and is pointing it toward Wanda, Natasha in front of her, protecting her and you feel jealous. Why in the name of Gaia happen?

Madi is the one next to you, kneeling to see if you’re okay. Taking away her hand from touching your forehead, you seek impulse with your hands on the floor and stand up. Madi assisting you quickly. You look at her and nod, indicating you’re well enough to stand on your own, but she refuses to let you go.

“I’m okay”

Yet your words don’t seem to calm any of the situation in place and when you try to go and comfort her, Madi stops you. Seeing this, Wanda tries to go to you instead but is stopped by Natasha, who sees Octavia take one step towards her.

“Care to explain to me what’s happening? None of you should be here” trying your best calming voice.

“I could ask the same Heinofi” It’s been a while since you heard Octavia this exhaled and furious.

Nothing of this makes sense. With all the pain in your head, you find another solution and think as hard as you can, to instruct Wanda, if she can hear you and is ok, to tilt her head. Suddenly you feel a pair of eyes on you, effectively meeting her eye, Wanda’s frown is in place but she tilts her head, slightly but the move is there.

“Madi?” As stern as you can you utter the words.

She hesitates for a moment, probably because she never heard you using that tone or because you know your mother will arrive soon, if not sooner with all this apparent commotion.

“I was setting with Octavia the last supplies you’ll need to use at TonDC, when we heard a loud noise coming from here. When we arrived you were crashed in the rocks bleeding from your head and Wanda was standing a few meters away, her hands clasped around her magic”

“Y/N I wasn’t” but Wanda’s interrupted by Natasha’s hand on her hand. Now you’re the one feeling like seeing red.

“Octavia got the sword out and that’s when Natasha arrived”

“Glad I came when I did, two against one didn’t seem fair”

Now that makes sense. If you were blasted by Wanda’s magic that could explain why you kept seeing red fog but, didn’t Aden say Wanda couldn’t enter your mind? Then how you could see the red, characteristic of Wanda’s magic? Was she trying to enter your mind to see if you were okay, or she was unconsciously doing it?

“Octavia, please take away your sword from my betrothed”

“Can’t do Henofi”

“Octavia. I’m not asking”

That makes Octavia turn to look at you if barely, her eyes never leaving the pair of your guests. Madi’s hold on your body is doing nothing to keep you calm.

“Y/N I don’t think you understand”

“Octavia, em pleni!” And is the stern in your voice what makes Octavia fully look at you and Madi to loosen her grip on you.

“You vowed to protect and obey me”

“I vowed to protect the commander” Out of the corner of your eye you see Wanda taking a few steps out of Natasha’s reach, her eyes although guarded have a flicker of fear in them.

“Ai laik Heda, you like it or not,” you say between teeth. Masking your pain and foggy mind.

Funny things happen when the most calm and peaceful people raise their voices and utter strength into them. Madi lets you go but Octavia has difficulty relinquishing her guard and stance. You see the anger behind her eyes and finally, she puts her sword back in her scabbard.

“Yu laik ai kru” You speak these words towards Wanda specifically but mean to extend them towards Natasha and her clan as well.

Madi and Octavia look at you.

“Oso laik wonkru” you speak to them.

Hearing you speak trigedeslang is so foreign, since you barely use it, They’re more used to hearing from other people but not you, it makes them realize what the words you spoke convey.

“You are my people. We are one clan” you say for the sake of Wanda and Natasha and to make your stance very clear.

“War is imminent”

“Sistris”

“No Madi, it is. Aden told me”

“Aden?” Madi looks at you.

You can’t even if you tried, explain everything that happened inside your head (or outside) you’re still not sure where that place was or if you’ll go again.

“What happened was an accident. I startled Wanda. We cannot be divided. Ai laik Heda ”

The air feels heavy, and the implications of what you said, especially to Octavia, linger in the air. They never have seen you like this, Madi has a newfound respect for you if her kneeling in front of you indicates it. Octavia scans you, her scowl present but kneels.

“Jomp em op en you jump ai op”

“You are right daughter” You turn to see your mothers enter. Lexa was clad in her red stash and riding attire. Clarke is wearing a green cloak, you didn’t think she will travel with you.

“Octavia, Madi, rise"

“War is imminent. Aden has spoken to us”

What?

“Come Y/N, your ascension ceremony should take place today at noon”

Clarke looks at you and her eyes carry so much weight and sorrow.

“Mom?”

She just opens her hands, the flame is nested between the metal box you dreaded to see. What you don’t take into consideration is that there are two little boxes, meaning Wanda will get chipped too.

“Y/N, a flame-keeper has not been in our clans for so many years. Times are changing and for us, it changes as well in our traditions”

“Interesting use of words, Lexa. Remind me to learn to be as political and coherent as you” Stark's voice comes out of nowhere and suddenly you see a red suit floating. It’s close to the floor but you might have imagined it, you certainly will be confused after the blast.

“Natasha, be a dear and take the second box. You have been appointed to be the flame keeper, isn’t that exciting?”

So that’s a no on Wanda chipped but wait. Natasha?'

“With due respect Heda, I will use my right to duel and challenge Duchness Romanoff for the place of the flame keeper”

You all turn to see Octavia slicing her hand in a way that allows the hand to bleed minimally. Before anyone can say anything Natasha’s raspy voice accepts it.

“Lexa?” You hear your mom speak.

And then all goes silent, the calmness you felt before is there and you don’t have to look to see that Wanda has taken your hand and has interlaced your fingers… nor do you see the red magic coming from her hands and taking you once again into darkness.

-/-/-/-/-/

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[eepydyna]

Paralyzed

CW: mentions of agoraphobia, slight cursing

Others: ooc furina, gn!reader, not related to genshin's official lore, short af

Enjoy :)

It felt sickening, really. Hundreds of eyes on your figure upon the stage. Including hers.

You didn't want to perform or be here... but alas, fate was not your friend. Your dearest Lady Furina has specifically requested for you to perform after hearing you sing by the port.

It was a shock. Why did she want you to perform? Can't she sing on her own -- isn't she regarded as one of the most talented performers in Fontaine?

Oh right you're not in Fontaine. You're in Liyue.

Little backstory: Neuvilette had told you to allow Furina experience what it's like to immerse herself in different nations a few months after stepping down from being a "deity". And since you were... specifically created to "protect and guide Furina in the shadows" by Focalors (think the shogun and scaramouche but from a hydro eidolon and like everyone else in fontaine youre human now)... you agreed. Due to the desert being annoyingly hot you went through Lumidouce Harbour and stopped by Liyue first.

Furina instantly made friends with someone called Yun Jin, an opera performer in Liyue. And then you singing, paperwork, and now you're here. And very screwed.

The audience waits for you to sing, some rubbing their tongues on their cheeks as a sign of impatience. Furina notices your breath quickening in the stage and gets up, trying to rush to your side.

The crowd sits in total silence with you trying to open your mouth and sing a note but to no avail. You were too paralyzed. And then, you hear a song.

Ah, if I could live within the water

Sounds familiar.

Would the world be more beautiful?

The spotlight drifts over to the voice singing. The people from Liyue seem to not understand the lyrics but are entranced nonetheless, watching closely.

Furina sings and walks towards you, extending her hand. She smiles at you slightly, encouraging you to sing. You nod and breathe slowly, joining her in the chorus.

No, the great love is not sufficient

Solely a goodbye would resolve this

The crowd's eyes twinkle in the night, reflecting the stars above the stage. They watch your performance in awe, amazed at how your voice synchronize with each other. Furina stops singing by the end, allowing your voice to take over.

To see the world and its beauty

And it will never change, never.

A few moments of silence and claps surround you both. The crowd cheers and whistles at a splendid performance you've both done.

Furina smiles at you, proud that you've come out of your shell. At least, temporarily. She hold your hand and bows with you, giggling at your attempt to not bow down so stiffly.

She kisses your cheek afterward and leaves the stage to talk to Yun Jin.

Well shit. She's got you hooked.

I'm sorry for disappearing ahdvwh 😭😭

also the song is the translated song thing in her story quest

i got the translstion from the comments AHAHSHQGW

here's the video:

yeah okay bye

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 049 | Eve of Episode 50 Festival part 1

Original Air Date: 17 APR 2018 Episode Length: 23:43 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: Yes Title Song: Blood Sweat & Tears

Synopsis: A summary episode - reliving moments from the past 50 episodes

Production: so...it's exceedingly obvious that they intended this to only be one episode but they spilled it over into the next one. Most of the time that will work but when you're making a big deal about it being the 50th, it doesn't really work. Overall, not the worst execution of a 'clips' ep but i think we'd all agree that we'd rather have original content than watch compiled clips. if I want to watch those moments, I'll go watch the actual eps. It's not that I hate the idea of a bottle show via past content but this one just wasn't executed well. It's really nice to see the ceramics complete from a few episodes before.

Here's a weird editing note: pointing out the prod team didn't know the members were hungry and surprised they were eating. I get that sometimes the food is for show (especially on their livestreams) but why did they feel the need to state it in the subs? It just makes the guys and the prod team look ill-prepared.

Another thing, i know most probably won't notice but when they do cut to clips, it's like they've ripped them straight from the internet instead of the original files. The audio is SO disjointed. To do this properly, they should have grabbed the clips without the music and added new music in the compilation. Also the part where they watch their own clips is too long. Don't get me wrong, i actually enjoy watching BTS react to their own content but that's in the context of a reaction livestream or a Bomb, not as an episode of a variety show. A little hint of it would have been sufficient but it does nothing for the pacing of this episode. Final also, is it just me or is there something off about the translation? The quality just seems more lacking than we're used to.

Endearment: Uh, if my above notes didn't give it away, i think this episode does absolutely nothing for the guys. it's vaguely interesting to me to see what moments they remember from past episodes before the clips are played but I wouldn't call it endearing at all. They're put in this hard spot where they know that the audience is infinitely more knowledgeable about their content than they are but they still have to put on this show. oh, it was nice to hear them talk about what they'd like to do for the future, knowing which actually become episodes

Winner/Loser: none

Best Cheater: none

Member Moments:

RM: RM still remembered the names of the dogs. my heart!

JN: Jin confusing the Santa Run ep with when they filmed Bon Voyage at Santa Village.

YG: Yoongi being iconic for playing along with the question asking how Yoonji is doing now.

JH: Savage Hobi! Jimin complimenting everyone's acting and saying he should act, Hobi hits him with the 'not you'

JM: Way to go Jimin with the guessing...it's almost sus...

V: Tae's adorable squashed pottery as a callback to the squirrel garden.

JK: Im glad JK was enjoying the snacks.

Bonus Content: So much more engaging than the actual episode! absolutely worth the watch. (plus you can see Tae drink through a million straws at the same time...slight exaggeration..)

CQ Rank: 1.5

(CQ Eval Date: 05 FEB 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 048

Next Episode: 050

[doubleddenden]

I think I want to do some speculation about the next couple of pokemon games, but it is largely based on internal findings from the Teraleak and breadcrumbs from leakers. So with that being said, I'll drop it under a cut.

To be precise, this concerns ZA and Gen 10. I have no insider info, I'm just bored.

First, ZA.

The main thing I'm gonna speculate here are some small bits compared to Gen 10, but it's still something to consider after information revealed about Legends Arceus- that information pertaining to the whole reason LA was made.

They made it to be a future testing ground to shape the future of the franchise, basically using it to try things they wanna do in the future. Sounds basic enough and reasonable enough on its own considering what it's laid the foundation for.

However, this being said and keeping this info in mind, there's something they wanted to put in LA that even they couldn't do despite the extreme progress made:

Voice acting, at least beyond basic Grunts.

New data shows they actually had a bit more they wanted to implement but cut out- nothing like fully voice acted scenes as far as I'm aware, but there are recorded phrases such as "Hai," "Arigato," "Hello," very basic things like that.

So imo, I think they're gonna try to implement voice acting for real. Maybe nothing beyond a few specific scenes and some generic phrases, one liners, and Grunts, but a step up from LA since we have a firm understanding the Legends series is a sort of testing ground for new ideas.

I think we all know how awkward some of the clips from the Switch Era (and imo even 3ds era) are without voice acting- after reading over leaks, I'm sure even some devs at GF think that, too. If ZA is going to test using one huge city as a setting, they may as well test out voice acting, too.

The hacker has stated that the game is mostly done, all that's missing is side quest stuff and more accurate translation- this is from a beta of the game that he most likely acquired in August 2024. With that said, maybe a reason we haven't gotten a trailer yet is because they want to get voice acting for the scenes in it, and polish up translations.

As for anything else, the leaks will definitely affect something in production- dunno what yet. Script may be rewritten, a Pokemon shelved, that kind of deal.

On that train of thought, there's a strong chance that info could come out BEFORE Pokemon day in response to the leaked info- if for nothing else than as a force of hand, or to reveal something before the hacker changes his mind and reveals something else for them. But I'd say to get comfortable with the idea we won't see anything for a few months, and if we do, it'll most likely be something very small, like starter or character pngs.

I'm also starting to have doubts about Snivy and Piplup being starters, mainly because it's obvious and Serperior is on the gates of that one palace.

That's all for ZA.

Onto gen 10:

We've gotten only a small tidbit related to this from the hacker himself- that being that gen 10 will be based on some sort of archipelago of islands, and that Gaia is the code name for this, much like Ikkaku is ZA, Titan is SV, Beluga is LGPE, etc. It should be noted that code names usually have little to do with the final result, save Titan- as in Titan pokemon.

There's also some info from leaked documents of correspondence between GF and the anime team- that being some concern of how there was island hopping in Horizons and that for a bit, it was heading towards a "Gaia like direction," and how they wanted to steer the anime away from this if possible.

The above seems to correlate, so we'll say there's a high likelihood it will indeed be an island hopping Advent through an archipelago.

Before anyone goes "nooo too much water-" I need you to understand the last time we really had any sort of major ocean route in a Pokemon game was LGPE, and before that it was ORAS. Notice the key difference here is that ORAS was still using random encounters- everything on the Switch has been using OVERWORLD encounters that you can easily avoid. Even then, we can directly compare the idea to how Alola handled it- you know, the other island hopping region that is surprisingly mostly land locked in terms of where we can go, and traversal between islands is mostly locked to story progression by boat, flight, or a surfing minigame.

It can be handled a variety ways imo, and personally I really adore the idea of islands again, so I say go for it.

This information can also help us narrow it down significantly- it kinda sucks that it seems like Australia is off the menu, but maybe in the future? Still, that's a huge chunk of the world off the table. There is also a chance this is a lie, do it's not totally dismissed just yet.

Mainly if we continue the island trail, it leaves SEA, the Caribbean, Arctic Archipelago, or the Mediterranean as most likely candidates. Out of these, SEA or Mediterranean seems most likely, mainly because they're probably more popular in terms of Japanese tourist destinations and lore to work with, although I think a Caribbean region needs to be made at some point too.

So between SEA and Mediterranean, it's probably going to be somewhere Mediterranean, and specifically- Greece.

Lots of islands, tons of history, and even though it would be the third European region in a row and 4th in total, Greece could be the least milquetoast out of them due to the diverse cultures of the Mediterranean. The lore and mythos to draw from is plentiful, so much so that they've already drawn upon it with Sinnoh's Spear Pillar, Hisui's ruins, and Hoenn's Sootopolis. The lore especially is world famous and can be used to inspire a lot of pokemon- I for one would love a hippogriff Pokemon. Now that being said, regional influences barely affect the dexes, but there's plenty of Pokemon that usually are influenced.

As for the topography itself- I can see it being a One Piece situation with extremes taken to each island- maybe one is engulfed in a snow storm, maybe one is volcanic, one has weird ass plants- you get the idea. Pokemon tries to diversify the topography of each region anyway to include a little of everything of the basics, so it could feasibly work in that regard.

More importantly, what could the overall theming be? Well, that's the tricky part. It could be super heroes for all we know due to the sentai figure in Penny's room, but I certainly hope not because that barely tracks at all.

If we assume gen 10 will release in 2026 during the 30th anniversary, I think it's reasonable to assume we might be getting another nostalgia region like Alola. That many areas could easily represent a little bit of each region in the Pokemon world, and could even serve as something akin to Sonic Generations in terms of a "best of" for each past gen or game. Maybe not a direct thing like an Ecruteak City copy, but that's not exactly off the table either. However, something like this COULD solve the regional variant issues that will arise once we get to Switch 2, particularly with an island having certain "auras" of certain regions to allow for certain evolutions to occur. Maybe even embassies to get unique pokemon.

But that might not happen and it could be it's own thing- I certainly hope so. As much as I adore Alola, it rode Kanto's dick too much.

Of course if we talk about Greece, there's PLENTY of sailing stories to be drawn from from the island hopping perspective.

Now, I'll be honest- I think I'd prefer SEA. Maybe Indonesia especially, because A. It's not another European country, B. It is mostly in the Southern Hemisphere, which we have yet to have a region in. In fact, Indonesia is the most populated southern Hemisphere country. C. I don't know much about it's mythos or lore, but I've researched just a tad out of curiosity- it would probably be the most curious place to visit simply because it isn't as well known as Greece.

But, admittedly, Greece does have a higher chance.

Now, I don't particularly enjoy Khu as a leaker, riddler, or person in general. His riddles suck ass and barely make sense even after the fact, he likes to stir the pot by causing trouble, and he has been known to lie for fun. I've stopped putting as much stock in his riddles for these reasons, also because some if his info can be reasonably inferred without him.

That being said- he has had info in the past and seems to be hinting at information that correlates to a Mediterranean island region. To one user, he said "near you," in which Pasio was their listed location- Pasio is loosely inspired by Italy (further confirmed by a leaked concept map of the region that looks a lot like Italy on its side... sigh, there goes Pokemon Venice I guess). He also tweeted out 🙏, which now has some sense- praying, as in worship. What do you worship? Gods. What's a place known for gods? Greece. What's also near Italy? Greece. He also said "too much water" in regards to the region.

Again, I don't like him. However, if we simply use his info as a guide, it adds some believability to the info above.

But again, all of this could be a big ass lie like his lie with the BW remakes as a "prank" and it all DOES turn out to be Australia.

But we won't know for sure any time soon.

But if I were to pick starters on Greek mythos, the smart man would easily use Greek Myth of gods and monsters as inspiration. Pegasus, minotaur, hydra, Gordon, there's a lot to pick from. You could even try animals that specific gods turned into, such as a bear, spider, bull, what have you.

Anyway, that's all

[acesknights]

Late night smoke

- Oc x Canon [Warlock x Phillip Graves]

Word count: 1249 words [1.2k]

Summary: Warlock goes out for a late night smoke, eventually Graves finds him and they enjoy eachothers company for a while

Notes: kinda ill right now so I've barely slept but at least I've written some good food for once <3

♠️ Fic bellow cut + translation at end ♠️

It wasn't unusual for warlock to be out this late at night while on leave, his hair loosely tied up - a few stray strands laying free on his face. He would've let down his hair down by now with how late it was into the night but there just was a certain soft breeze in the air that had just felt too nice when it softly passed by his face, to which he decided to keep the bun in. This same breeze was blowing the smoke from his lit cigarette that lay in between his pointer and middle finger.

He wasn't much of a smoker, didn't consider himself one anyways but then again he didn't consider himself many things which in turn - from an outsiders point of view, made him look like a hypocrite to an extent.

Perhaps he did smoke from time to time, let his mind wander as he watched the smoke drift off and mix into the outside air. Each swirling pattern being different from the last.

He hadn't smoked in a while if anything, his ex-wife always nagging at him to quit whenever she caught him. She'd always tell him that either the smoking would kill him early or his work would. To keep her happy he did quit, emphasis on the /did/.

She'll never know now how that ends now, probably for the better anyways.

The silence during the night had been something Warlock had needed, something that he found Suprisingly odd to come to terms to. Then again, being in the military isn't a quiet job now is it.

Either way, that silence was broken when the door to the porch, that he stood barefoot on, was opened - he didn't bother turning around and instead brought the cigarette down from his lips, his hands over the railing.

"there you are ady,"

There was that southern tone he grew to love, the nickname - he's working on loving that too. Warlock heard graves walk over to the railing and had felt graves bring his arm around the others waist, running his thumb gently over his hip.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, a soft smile on his lips as he felt graves' small affections towards him. He always did cherish these much smaller things from him. "Did i wake you? Sorry, tried to be quiet about it"

This brought a small chuckle from Graves before he turned his head to look at warlock. Taking the cigarette off from him and taking a drag from it, earning a small playful scoff from the other.

"hm, to an extent hun. Felt ya leave the bed so i got curious"

A small nod followed with a hum came from warlock before he took his cigarette back from Graves. Playfully rolling his eyes at the other, "that curiosity also led you to steal my cigarette too?"

His right brow raised at this question towards the other, always finding it fun to mess with him. Graves had supressed a laugh at this before he retracted his arm from warlocks waist, linking his own hands together.

"perhaps, dont plan on staying out here too long so it would just be a waste if i lit one m'self" a small shrug had followed after this from the southern man before he had turned around to lean against the said metal railing, preferring to have the small gusts of wind off from hitting him straight face on.

"besides, ya love me too much to be mad at me for stealin' it" a quick yet still noticeable wink came from graves as he patted warlock's shoulder, silently signalling to the other that he was to leave.

"hmn- za bardzo," Warlock had muttered before he took a final drag of the cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the darkness of the late evening before putting it out on the railing. Graves watched him quietly as he did so, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. "Wait," Warlock murmurs towards him, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with an urgency that Graves just couldn't ignore right now. Both of their eyes had met, a silent exchange between them two. Graves had stopped in his tracks, cocking his head to the side slightly to show his interest.

Warlock on the other hand had inched his way over to the southern man and grabed a handful of the other's t-shirt, bringing him into a quick yet loving kiss onto his lips. Both of them bringing themselves closer towards the other to try feel each others warmth more while outside - the taste of the cigarette hung on warlock's lips as graves had kissed the Pole back, bringing his hands to cup his partners cheeks. He felt the rough texture of the facial scarring beneath his fingertips, his touch being a mix of being tender yet still careful incase they still hurt.

Warlock had leaned into Graves' touch, the warmth of his calloused hands being a soothing contrast to the lingering discomfort of the scars he had gotten not so long ago. Graves pulled back slightly from the kiss, his eyes searching Warlock's for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. But instead, he found nothing but warmth and longing reflected back at him.

"adrian.."

Graves muttered out, his voice quiet and soft-spoken compared to his more louder tone.

"come back inside, jest za zimno tutaj"

Warlock had quickly responded back, taking graves' hand into his and began leading them away from the porch and back inside the small building that warlock called 'his temporary home'. The small romantic moment didn't last long as he found himself back into their shared bed once more almost immediately, a small series of soft kisses being planted on his jaw down to his collar bone. Making warlock let out a small breath at this unexpected affection from the other.

"You're so needy you know that Phil, tak?"

This caused graves to pause in his tracks and look up at the brunette, a slightly unamused look in his eyes before placing a final kiss onto warlocks shoulder.

Graves had moved to be sat up now besides warlock, grabbing the bed's duvet that was thrown to the other side of the bed. "Wow, me - needy? 'm just making up for lost time Ady. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it."

"Flattery will get you nowhere but the couch Phillip. Although, not the worst thing in the world to get." a yawn had left warlock as he took the hair tie out from his hair, letting his hair fall down to just above his shoulders once more, running his hand through it to comb it out from his face. Warlock's more playful remark lingered in the air - eliciting a soft chuckle from Graves while he watched Warlock's movements with a soft smile, his own fatigue mirrored in the heavy droop of his eyelids. He soon reached out to Warlock, pulling him closer until they were nestled against each other - their bodies practically melting into eachothers' embrace, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he savored the warmth and comfort of being in Graves' arms again.

Graves was about to try get the last say in it all but had warlock beat him to it with a small muttered "Idź spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz" Which put a confused look onto graves' face for a moment before he had decided to let the comment slide for the night.

Translations:

Za bardzo - too much

Jest za zimno tutaj - it's too cold here

Tak - yes

Idż spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz - go to sleep Phillip, you talk too much

[blindtaleteller]

Interesting meta, though there are a few facts about Clint and Loki's "indirect" contact prior in canon, not touched here; that add a whole other flavor that while definitely there: you're passing over in the translation of those scenes. Imma go at them by order of time, rather than relevance.

Loki was present directly after Thor's confrontation with SHIELD in T1, as was Barton: in fact, we don't know exactly how long Loki had even been there to appear as he did in that scene, but!

That's the whole scene, by the way: and watching it, we do know that: A. he didn't use the Bifrost within the camp itself, or range of it's notice at the very least to do so, and that even if he had somehow managed to hide that; B. Loki completely unseen by any of them walked straight through all of that to have that conversation with Thor: and wandered back enough of the temporary containment facility SHIELD built around Mjolnir at the time, to test picking up Mjolnir, and.. C. left in the same fashion, with no notable urgency.

The likelihood he noted Barton at least once here is not just very high given Barton's rank and importance on site making him the next highest ranking below Coulson: it's a near-impossible-to-miss set of odds.. especially with his ranking access to Thor and Mjolnir placing Clint on Loki's path in, out, and around both. This is an interesting detail for several reasons, but especially having to do with Selvig and the opener to A1, the scenes above.. and especially the post-credit scene below.

2. Avengers was was not the first time Loki likely saw Barton, at the least (as far as we know with certainty anyway, a-la #1): Loki had months of time after being collected by the Other and presented to Thanos (9 months or better: almost a year, during his torture) to observe Clint and everyone in the Dark Energy facility, at the very least: through Selvig, from the moment he was brought in.

I count this one over the above in relevance, being it's a solid thing both shown and told to us over the course of not one but three films; that not only made it into the final cut; but was also a major part of Selvig's portion of the second Thor movie's (TDW) storyline. It's doubled down on in the Dark World that this was a thing; even before you start delving into the creators' and actors' interviews for the three years prior to The Dark World's release in 2013, as they were asked about this multiple times in official AND unofficial interviews both for years.

(Another interesting bit with this knowledge, is the fact Selvig never says precisely why Loki being not present or dead is a relief to him, as the person who was connected to him during that year. This individual was clearly mentally bonded with Loki for that entire period, even prior to the first scene of Avengers 2012 [and explains further why he didn't run and responded the way he did even then]; which is stated outright in the dialogue. During the torture, during the Tesseract's re-activation, and likely came into second hand contact with at least Thanos and the Other's threat prior to Loki's re-arrival in New Mexico in 2012. Meaning: the question becomes.. was it actually Loki Selvig went crazy over and was afraid of: or was it what and who would have been hunting him and potentially Selvig down after the invasion was halted? After all and with Thor there especially; Selvig has very little reason to fear Loki at all, otherwise. Even less so with the Space Stone and Mind Stone both on lock down as far as they know at this point [Hydra being in possession of the Scepter was not rooted out until the next year, later in 2014.])

Taking this into account, along with #1; it's now literally impossible for Loki not to have known Barton's face, capabilities, and those of the surrounding team well before he landed: remember, Clint had at this point been in charge of watching over Selvig and the project .. which is why this set of lines is able to happen:

Selvig again, whose mind at this point had been established as having been infiltrated by Loki (and the Other/Scepter, or at the least with the Other as a major presence as Thano's right hand man until his death in 2014. We know this because of (again) those 3 years of interview answers, and because this is MCU direct accepted lore also stated in their official bios, as well as shown and stated repeatedly in the films by Thor and others even after TDW: and it is reflected as well, in what Loki does NOT do, during his five year rule and rebuilding of Asgard starting in 2013.

In fact Loki's off screen actions and inactions during that entire era are pretty telling too. Let's do a quick breakdown.

Space Stone (Tesseract, pre-to-1940s:) CAtFA established with it's opening scene that Asgard had the Tesseract, prior to purposely leaving it on Earth, under the protection of the Nordic family Schmidt later steals it from in Captain America: the First Avenger, in the scene above. (?1960-70?: tony & steve travel to 1970, however: the stone has clearly been there for at least a little while at that point) In the process of searching for Steve Rogers, Howard Stark (among SHIELD's founders) rediscovers the Tesseract sometime prior to : studying it and placing it in storage in New Jersey.

(2011-2012) Selvig (while mentally bonded with/controlled by Loki [likely through the Scepter and the Other: this skill is never seen again after 2012]) is offered head research position by Fury in 2011, which continues until 2012 when Loki arrives in person: at which point he remains the go-to guy for handling the Tesseract and building the portal device with human tech. (2012-2018) The Tesseract remains in Asgard's vault, without being used (to our knowledge) OR retrieved until 2018, five years into Loki's reign as King of Asgard, and King of said King's vault.

Mind Stone (The Sceptre 2011-2012:) Made into a relic of the Chitauri Empire, the Scepter is used on/given to Loki at some point during his captivity/coerced alliance (see 'Eaten alive by rabid dogs, assauled with raining fire', etc:) the Scepter is used as a mind control device, long-range communication device, staff, spear, and projectile weapon. (2015: Vision) Near the beginning of AoU (during Loki's 5 year reign,) Thor states that his presence on Earth with the Avengers at that time is fulfilling the desire to take the Scepter to Asgard for safe keeping. This is never mentioned or asked about again however, after what it, the Tesseract, and the Aether are: is revealed, and Vision is brought online. (2018: Vision) In fact, there is no attempt to retrieve the stone OR convince Vision to head to Asgard rather than stay on Earth at any time: the stone remains in his head, and Vision on Earth until the Infinity War starts in 2018.

Reality Stone (C1 & 2013:) Previously held and adapted by Darkalfheim (see to suit it's purpose of snuffing out all light in the universe; Odin's father Bor took the Reality Stone (juice, stuff.. whatever lol) from them during the war that wiped all but a single ship of dark elves (Maelkith's) from existence. Bor hid the Aether in an unknown protected place in the nine realms, where it remained hidden until 2013; when Jane Foster found and was 'infected' by it: carrying it to Earth, and then Asgard. Malekith's ability to sense the Aether led him back into war with an unprepared Asgard, resulting in the immediate destruction of most of their defenses, and Asgard raising their shields on the Capital to keep the elves from reclaiming the Aether inside Jane. However, Malekith planned and charged Algrim with infiltrating Asgard by getting captured as a Marauder with the intent of bringing down Asgard's shields: which was successful. Once inside, Malekith sought out the Aether; found, fought and then assisted in the death of Frigga in his attempt to get a hold of Jane: but was forced to retreat immediately after Frigga's death instead, due to catching lightning to the face. Afterwards, Thor decides to use the Aether as bait for Malekith to keep the fight away from a now defenseless and beaten down Asgard: releasing Loki with the intent to use his doorways to another world and take Malekith down after he removes the Aether from Jane. Though the Aether is removed, Malekith manages to survive the initial attack and take up the Aether: Loki killing many of Malekith's soldiers including Algrim/Kurse (seemingly at the cost of his life) when Thor struggles with the accursed. Defeated on Earth, the Aether is released from Malekith: and eventually returned to Asgard. In the final scenes, Loki is revealed to have taken Odin's place on the throne, and sent the Reality Stone to Tanaleer Tivan aka the Collector, who; unlike Loki would attempt to collect the next stone to appear...(Power 2014.)

(2018 Infinity War) Thanos retrieved the stone fairly quickly however once he had both the Power (to destroy Tanaleer's defenses and Collection both), and the Space Stone (to get him there, or anywhere; instantaneously.)

Power Stone (2014:) Kept on Morag after it's destruction at the hands of a Celestial wielding the same stone, several factions including Thanos himself were in direct pursuit of the Power Stone. Peter Quill got there first, and ended up pursued by Gamora, Thanos who she was splitting from, and the Imperialist Kree defector and terrorist Ronan the Accuser. While Tanaleer initially buys the stone from Peter and the Guardians, his inability to control it's Power (or rather his slave's inability) makes them decide not to go through with the sale. Ronan obtains the stone, but decides to use it on Xandar (among the MCU's nine realms and Asgard's ally-protectorate) rather than turn it over to Thanos, planning on killing the Mad Titan afterwards. Ronan fails, and the stone is kept on Xandar until 2018; when Thanos attacks and retrieves the Power Stone just prior to if not during the events of Thor: Ragnarok.

Time (????-2012:) Kept for thousands of years by the Order of the Mystic Arts (MotMA,) this stone was a central piece to the Eye of Agamotto: which also was central to the inter-planar/dimensional shields of the same name generated from the Sanctums in New York, London, and Hong Kong. There is no confirmation of why the Ancient One did not take greater part in the Invasion battle happening just blocks away, however; she was noted as being there and defending the Sanctum with the Infinity Stone around her neck: not just by the audience and Banner.. but also by the oddly few Chitauri she was fending off. We never see her down more than two on that bike (Reminder, this is on a planet that Loki has visited multiple times at this point, as a sorcerer himself: and Loki is also present in this battle: kind of weird in every direction unless you pay attention to the lore and character establishment.)

So .. why is any of that important?? Because almost all of the above about the Infinity Stones and more, happens AFTER 2011 when Loki is first taken by the Other, and coerced into Thanos' service. Meaning; even if you want to disavow every single piece of canon lore; years worth of official interviews, the actual story as it's stated outright summarized even in their own official bios, and the way the story was written from the start to get to the Infinity War saga? The simple fact is that Loki likely did not start that battle without extra reason in the process of fighting that coercion, at a distance that was more likely the only possible path to freedom from said coercion.

It's far more likely just with the year prior, that Loki not only knowing what Clint could and couldn't do; planned to stir up the Avengers as a countermeasure from the beginning, while riding out the threat and keeping bets in both camps as a just in case, to survive.

And Clint, was the perfect person to grab hold of with that kind of goal in mind. He had high clearance, exceptional and recognized skill, but and if he got out of control or something went wrong: his strength wouldn't have been an issue.

This and his experience through Selvig also explains why Loki did not try to turn Fury, stepping PAST him rather than letting Barton shoot him on the way out: Fury needed to be able to activate the Avengers initiative out of the proverbial trash bin it had been in at the time.

And let's keep in mind.. while Clint may not have been aware of all of this in 2012: he definitely was by the time EndGame came around; and Thor and the others had their time to explain what had happened.

I do wish they had touched on that in the films, and not chickened out on the original story by having Thanos kill Loki first; because oof that conversation and realization Loki spent half a decade separating the stones and rebuilding Asgard's defenses, only to have Odin ultimately be the one to screw everything over by trying to silently lure Hela to a much squishier Norway with his death? What a interesting and much more effective conversation that would have been, over the entirety of Gagnarok an their personal story bits as depicted instead, too..

Then again, as Laura pointed out in AoU.. Clint is great with his aim and spotting some things, but he's not great at understanding even the motivations of people closest to him, like Natasha.

Frosthawk Moments - Canon

So I made some gifs from some scenes in the first Avengers movie that no one ever talks about. I think most people have completely missed it because I've never actually seen anyone comment on it.

This:

Clint Barton actually hits Loki!

CLINT. HIT. LOKI.

That bullet hits—and then ricochets, and then Loki reacts like this:

He immediately retaliates, and if Clint hadn't ducked out of the way because he's incredibly good at that, he would have been obliterated head-on!

And as we all remember, Clint then gets back up after everyone else has been knocked down, and this moment happens here:

And this? This is when Clint realizes that Loki is far stronger than he was expecting—it's a great bit of acting on Renner's part, because you can see him realize 'holy crap, this guy is something else entirely'. Canonically, Hawkeye is the strongest of all the agents without any 'extras' and he's always been able to handle himself and this is the first time he's been up against something like this.

You can see his expression go from "ow, that hurts" to "wait...what the fuck?" and it's just so damn brilliant.

I always had the thought that Loki was getting irritated because he's aimed at the guy more than twice and not only did Clint dodge, but he got back up to keep fighting! Loki's literally thinking, You keep getting back up! Stop it!

...and I have always been certain that this was the moment he saw something in him.

This is why he said, "You have heart."

I genuinely think Loki was planning on killing him up until that point, but when he saw that this human had such a drive and passion to fight, he knew that this was the right person to protect him. I would like to remind people that Loki was actually still severely incapacitated, it just didn't seem that way because he was still stronger compared to humans.

Then in the scene that occurs right before the deleted scene (which explains so much more) we have this:

Look at how Loki looks at him, almost as though he's measuring just how adept he is and how smart he is. This is when Clint is explaining how he chose the location because they need the three levels of lead-lined flooring to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. from finding the cube. This is Loki realizing he chose the right person because right after this we hear him see, "I see why Fury chose you to guard it," acknowledging just how smart and adaptive he is.

And then there's an entire scene between the two of them that was cut from the final draft.

Which never. Should have been. DELETED.

Take this for instance:

You see all of those people? You see all of that massive set up??

NONE OF THAT WAS LOKI.

Everything that you see in the planning throughout the rest of the Avengers movie that seemed to be Loki was all Clint Barton outsmarting and outwitting S.H.I.E.L.D. He was the one who even came up with the plan for Loki to purposely get himself captured!!

Now let's talk about this scene here:

"I want to know everything you can tell me about this team of his. I would...test their' mettle."

Like...HELLO??? This tells us right here that Clint was the one who gave up all the information and told Loki everything about all of the Avengers! We can glean from the fact that we saw Clint in the first Thor movie (with Coulson) that he has been fully aware of the Avengers way before anyone else knew about it.

He had the most information besides Coulson. Which means that Loki went into his "capture" already knowing all about Clint and Nat's relationship, which also allows us to deduce that he also knew that Natasha was playing him from the beginning! He knew she would figure it out, so he was stalling for time—and that was it!

Then we have this:

Clint: "If you're set on making yourself known...could be useful." Loki: "Tell me what you need."

This is the dialogue that takes place here, and it explains so much. The way they originally cut the movie, it jumps from the scene with Selvig to the dialogue at the tail end of this deleted scene—which now, if you rewatch the movie, you will see is a glaringly obvious cut.

But this entire deleted scene sets up the rest. of the freaking. MOVIE.

This deleted scene shows us that Hawkeye was the mastermind behind not only taking down the helicarrier with only a few arrows, but also the one who planned the entire attack...just to get Loki back out after he triggered the Hulk.

Fury (over comms): "It's Barton. He took out our systems. He's headed for the detention level!"

ALL. CLINT'S. PLAN.

I am of the mind why they cut this scene was solely to put the blame on Loki, because if they had kept this scene in it would have become painfully obvious that Loki wouldn't have made it as far on his own and only made it so far because of Clint.