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amongemeraldclouds · 7 months ago

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The Slytherin Boys as Disney Princes

Ft. Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, and Lorenzo Berkshire. Also features x f!Reader as their equivalent Disney princesses.

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From the Wizarding World to magical fairytales, let’s crown our beloved Slytherin boys as the following Disney princes:

Theodore Nott as Prince Charming (Cinderella)

Note: Prince Charming doesn’t have much personality in the original 1950s film, but we learn more about him in later films, where I drew information from.

✭ Raised in privilege as a prince, Theodore Nott lived a very charmed life just as the name Prince Charming suggests.

✭ With only royals and commoners to distinguish class, he is less prejudiced and more accepting of others. His father taught him at an early age that they have a responsibility to their people just as their people serve them.

✭ Because of this, he is open and friendly to everyone, including animals. He was once hunting down a deer only for it to be a game in the end, him and the deer are actually friends. (Note: Yes this is canon Prince Charming and is very Theo as well.)

✭ If Disney were less wholesome, Theo as Prince Charming would have regular lovers, but it will only always be physical. He has not yet found a connection with anyone, but it doesn’t matter because he enjoys sex. He certainly never runs out of women to sleep with.

✭ Beneath all the charm, he secretly hopes to find a love match. The kind of relationship that transcends strategy and status. He longs for passion and romance, much like in the books he reads in the castle’s library, though he’ll never let anyone know.

✭ His father in the meantime is keen to see him married to an eligible maiden so he threw a ball. He rolled his eyes and yawned when no one was looking, initially bored because he still couldn’t find the connection he longed for. At this point, he doubted he’d ever find it.

✭ Then he met you. You in your light blue dress and glass slippers. Everything about you sparkled and it ignited something in his heart. He never knew romantic love before you, but he recognized it right away.

✭ He wouldn’t care that you were a commoner, he’d admire your courage and kindness once he got to know you. Besides, true love was far more valuable than any precious metals and gems.

✭ After you ran off, your glass slipper gave him hope. He was going to stop at nothing to find you, his true love.

Mattheo Riddle as Flynn Rider (Tangled)

⋆☀︎. Left to his own devices, Mattheo Riddle would go on countless adventures across different kingdoms and forests, thieving only as a means to an end so he could survive.

⋆☀︎. He enjoys the rush, being chased by the authorities and not being held down by rules or responsibilities. (Except they can never get his damn nose right on Wanted signs despite the distinct cut he has on the bridge of his nose iykyk.)

⋆☀︎. With his charming personality and irresistible smolder, he’s an expert in banding together with fellow criminals and often smooth talks his way into ladies’ beds. All temporary partnerships for his on-the-go lifestyle.

⋆☀︎. Until one day he comes across you, the girl with golden hair and big eyes — not to be underestimated with your ferocious pan wielding tendencies. He learns the last part a little too late, the hard way.

⋆☀︎. As he promised to take you to see the floating lights in exchange for the crown, he finds himself having fun swinging his fists and learning about your power to bring out the good in people.

⋆☀︎. You managed to charm tough guys in a bar, getting them to talk about their dreams—of being a florist, of performing on stage, and of falling in love. He realizes it may not be so bad to go on adventures with someone else.

⋆☀︎. He was already mesmerized before he learned about your magical hair. He saw the light within you long before that enchanted night when lanterns floated through the air like stars hung low just for you. And of course, they were always meant for you.

⋆☀︎. Before Mother Gothel could plunge the weapon in him, he already knew he was a goner. He knew he could never go back to who he was. He was now and forever going to be a moth to your flame, your soul as radiant as the sun even long after your golden hair turned brown.

Blaise Zabini as Kristoff (Frozen)

•❅*ִ Much like Kristoff, Blaise Zabini exudes a quiet confidence that does not need to declare itself.

•❅*ִ As an ice harvester who works with ice picks, hooks and ropes, he has an athletic build and a tough exterior, but do not be fooled for he has a soft heart within.

•❅*ִ Having grown among trolls and reindeers, he sometimes gets frustrated when interacting with people. He believes reindeers are better than people, but all that changes when he meets you.

•❅*ִ He is very practical and honest, but when he is blunt he often means well. He is quick to call you out on the fact that you’re about to marry a man you hardly know.

•❅*ִ He initially agrees to help you end winter to save his ice business and get a new sled. However, the more challenges you face together, he grows to admire your fearlessness and determination.

•❅*ִ While you initially find him to be annoying, you soon discover his charming and funny side.

•❅*ִ He will however suppress his feelings for you, thinking it’s better to let it go because you’re already engaged anyway. But when truths are revealed and no one is who they appear to be, you’ll melt his frozen heart with a kiss on the cheek.

Draco Malfoy as Li Shang (Mulan)

✿ To Draco Malfoy, loyalty and family legacy is important, just like Li Shang who aims to be just as great as his father, the head of the Imperial Chinese Army.

✿ He is disciplined and has mastered both physical and strategic ways of waging war. He has a lot of traditional beliefs, including making a man out of his troops using elaborate physical training.

✿ He starts questioning those beliefs when he sees your determination as Ping, using both weights to climb up the pole even though it took you countless failures throughout the night. What were these confusing feelings in his chest?

✿ Yet he couldn’t deny it, nor would he try. He was ready to lay his life down for you even before you saved him. It didn’t take him long to return the favor when he found out you were a woman and so he spared your life.

✿ Despite his firm upbringing, he was always loyal to his heart. Even though you betrayed the army, he knew your intentions had been good and that your hard work made you a skilled soldier.

✿ He listened and trusted your last ditch efforts to save the Emperor, even resorting to cross dressing as part of the plan. It all paid off as you saved the Emperor and all of China.

✿ In the end, you were absolved of your deceit and honored for your heroism, finally letting your reflection show who you are and what you’re made of. Your final crime was stealing his heart.

Tom Riddle as Aladdin (Aladdin)

✶ Tom Riddle grew up as an orphan and resorted to a life of crime to survive in Agrabah. Secretly, he enjoyed it too.

✶ Smitten by your beauty, he saved you from a merchant at the market and he was impressed with your agility when it came to dodging the authorities.

✶ When you reached Aladdin’s home, you revealed you were from the palace and left thinking you’d never see him again. He longed to visit the palace to get another glimpse of your beauty.

✶ Named as a diamond in the rough, Jafar recognized Tom’s talent and recruited him to steal the magic lamp from the Cave of Wonders. Encouraged by the promise of riches (therefore power) and a subconscious need to please Jafar, he takes on the task, saving a magic carpet in the process.

✶ Back at the palace, your father sought to marry you off to find a successor to his throne. You met suitors, including a flashy prince called Ali from Ababwa.

✶ On a magic carpet ride, you trick Ali into admitting he’s the thief you previously met at the market. He manipulates you into thinking he’s the prince and the thief persona was just an act for him to get to know the city better.

✶ When Jafar uncovers Tom’s identity, he steals the magic lamp and wreaks havoc using the genie’s wishes. Understanding Jafar’s ego, he tricks him into wishing to be the most powerful being in the universe, which imprisons Jafar in his own lamp as a genie.

✶ Instead of using his last wish to continue being the rightful prince who can marry you, he used it to free the genie, as he has now learned how power corrupts others. It wasn’t worth it.

✶ Crowned as the next sultana, you recognized how our actions and choices defined us. Despite Tom’s manipulations, he showed up and was willing to learn. He was not afraid to look into the dark and make the right decisions when it mattered, a husband fit for a ruler.

Lorenzo Berkshire as Jack Frost (Rise of The Guardians)

Before you come at me, I know Jack Frost is not a Disney prince, but I’m a Jelsa truther so here we are.

❅ Lorenzo Berkshire mirrors Jack Frost’s love for mischief and games. As the guardian of fun, he enjoys playing harmless tricks on children and hearing them laugh as a result.

❅ Beneath the playful exterior, he deeply cares for those around him, having saved his sister from a frozen lake. His ultimate sacrifice led to his untimely demise, which the Man in The Moon rewarded him by making him immortal and granting him powers.

❅ He never found much need for romance, opting to spend his days playing with children and visiting his fellow guardians instead. Until one day, he visits the Enchanted Forest and comes across you, its mighty protector.

❅ Despite the initial distrust, he wins you over with his easy smile and sincerity. You never realized it until then, how lonely it was to be an ice queen without her king.

❅ Jack was also amazed to find someone else who could play with the magic of snow. He felt seen and understood like never before. For once, the loneliness in his heart melted away.

❅ So you spent your days together, laughing over silly jokes and exchanging stories. The cold never bothered you, but being with him made you understand why people enjoyed the sweetness of hot cocoa and why they cuddled close to a fire.

❅ Both your friends and family were happy for you. One day, Jack asked you to invite everyone so you can have a contest on who built the best sculptures. Your audience and judges comprised of Jack’s fellow Guardians, Queen Anna and King Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven.

❅ You showed off with iced gardens, towers, and even the shape of Sven, but none was more impressive as when you turned around to find Jack on one knee, a gleaming diamond in his hand. It was a picture perfect moment with ice sculptures in the background, celebrated with loved ones.

❅ And soon, the ice queen would never be without her king.

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random-blurbs · 13 days ago

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I Need Your Help - Chapter 1

Warning: These chapters will go into depth with gore and heavy topics. Imagine Hannibal type of setting but within Criminal Minds. Read with caution if this isn’t your typical cup of tea

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“Did Gideon really train her?” Sighing you let your hands fall from your face as you glared at the two agents standing in front of you. You didn’t care for their names, you didn’t want know anything about them. You just needed quiet and they couldn’t even give you that. “I need you guys to leave.” You breathed out as you tried bringing yourself back to the room. To the headspace you need. “Can I just ask why?” Staring at the blonde you shook your head as you rubbed your eyes in anger. You don’t want to talk to them. To anyone. All battery gone from the day. LA tends to do that to you.

“Your boss can explain why now just please leave.” They shared glances with one another as they gave a stiff nod to you and left. Grateful you don’t have to prolong this anymore you sat more comfortable on the bed as you felt the plastic crinkle underneath you. It felt cold as you stared up at the dim light above you.

Closing your eyes you controlled your breathing, feeling everything. Needing to feel everything. You were there, and you weren’t. Getting up your body moved in a way you simply followed. With careful footsteps as you see the brunette sitting by her mirror you got close. You made sure every step you took was silence. Every move was calculated. You felt your heart beating out of your chest. You were excited. The brunette had barely registered your appearance as you grabbed a fistful of her hair smashing it against the mirror. She was still conscious letting out a small yelp as you smashed it back into the mirror. Your eyes met. You wished they hadn’t. That’s when you feel the anger. Unrelenting you continue over and over as the glass gets stuck into her face just becoming mush. You beat and beat her face in. Until she is nothing. You are nothing. Standing up you couldn’t stomach it as her limp body twitched. She was still alive. The sight disgusted you. You were disgusted with yourself. She was going to die. You need her to know you didn’t want her to suffer. Stumbling back to her twitching body, you picked her up placing her softly onto the bed. Her hair was matted with blood but you made sure to comb it behind her ears. You placed her limp hands over her face. Hiding the violence you just did. You felt guilty. But why?

It’s because I knew her.

Gasping you sat up, trying to ground yourself back. You weren’t her. That wasn’t you. Hearing a knock at the door you glanced to see the intruder. A young looking man awkwardly trying to enter. He didn’t look like an agent. He didn’t look like he belonged here at all. Trying to fix your disheveled self you smoothed out your clothes as you got up from the plastic covered bed. “S-sorry I’m Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Reid, u-um I just needed-.” Waving him off you motioned the room was his as you got up from the bed. “Just do what you need to do.” Looking closer at her vanity in the corner you picked up the frame.

Jealousy.

Flipping open your phone you clicked the first contact there. Pressing it against your ear you scanned over what the Agent was doing. He seemed interested in her posters as he seemed to examine over the room. In his own world, not caring that there was another in the room. “Y/N?”

“The killer knew her. They were jealous of her, and her looks. She wanted to be her.”

“Her?”

Rubbing your temple your words seem to catch the attention of the other agent in the room. It’s rare I suppose but not unheard of. “Believe it or not women are just as capable of this type of violence.” You hear talking in the background as your eyes drifted to the bed seeing something in the corner of your eye. Yelping you fumbled with the phone as you saw the rotting body beside you. “A-are you ok?” He suddenly appeared in front of you unsure of what to do. His hand was slightly reaching out not wanting to touch you but wanted to let you know that he was there. Rubbing your eyes again as your breathing became heavy. Rubbing the image out of your eyes you looked over at the bed again to see nobody. “U-um yeah. Sorry you could do whatever you were doing.” Not wanting to be around him anymore you brought your phone closer to your ear as you left the room.

“Here.” Looking up from your pile of papers you see the familiar brown haired agent with longish hair. It suits him. “I-it looks like you needed it.” He reasoned as he motioned towards the coffee. It looks pretty light but you doubt he made it in a way you like it. “Thank you.” Bringing the cup to your lips you immediately winced as the bitter taste reached your mouth. Unfortunately you’re part of the percentage that loves coffee too overly sweet where it’s not even coffee. “Sorry I just like my coffee really sweet.” He seemed to perk up as he quickly went to the coffee maker station as your eyes followed him. You saw his team looking back at you which is a familiar sight. But the pit at your chest tightened as you’re reminded you can never be them.

“Here! Usually I make it bitter since the rest of my team likes it that way, but honestly the amount of sugar in the coffee I add is way more-.” He started to list how he likes his coffee and how in a way it’s superior the bitter coffee that the rest of his team liked. He was listing a lot of things, in a way that confused you but you listened. It was interesting to a certain extent as you enjoyed coffee as well. Letting out small noises of acknowledgments as you poured the extensive amount of sugar that sure is to kill you soon. He perked up as he saw the mountain you poured making him continue on his little tangent. His behavior reminded you of the boy that Gideon would mention. The one he believed in so intently.

“Reid.” You both brought your eyes to the door as you recognized the tall, stoic man there. Reid just noticed how much he was truly talking, it felt like only a few seconds. Looking at you he saw you look back with no ounce of annoyance on your face compared to the first time he met you. You seemed to annoyed with almost anger laced on your face when he knocked on the door. You didn’t seem bored of him or irritated by his tangent. You were listening in, actually listening. “Sorry I didn’t mean to-.”

“It’s fine, believe it or not it’s kind of interesting to hear about coffee facts.” You comforted the best you can as the man looked embarrassed for some reason. Not much you can do you glance over at their Unit Chief. “Is there anything else you need?”

“I need you to work closer with my team. We want you to narrow it down and find the connection between the three victims.” You felt your temple start to hurt as you stacked your papers together nicely. “Doing the work for you guys?”

“Look at it as being our second opinion. I know Gideon really trusted your opinion in these type of things, so I’m doing the same.” He replied as you felt Reid immediately look over at you taking in your appearance for the second time. In disbelief that Gideon was close to another person like his age, was he your tutor in any way? Has he talked to you more than he has with him? “Thanks for believing in me wholeheartedly.” You drawled as you got up from your chair getting your papers. Pointing over at the other room they were sharing he motioned for you to follow him.

You felt their eyes on you, examining, working their little profiler tricks on you. How you hated that. Why must they always do that it’s an automatic response to them. “Why did you believe it was a woman?”

“It just seems like too much for one to do.”

“It’s probably a tall fit woman. With enough anger and jealousy you can do about anything.” They shared looks with one another as a blonde cleared her throat before starting. “But why?”

Shrugging your shoulders you didn’t want to go to in depth about it considering they will just stop believing you. It’s happened time and time again. “It just is. I-I don’t know how to explain it.” You hear a scoff from a buff man sitting across from you as he threw the picture on the table.

“Hotch how are we supposed to believe her? We’re supposed to go on ‘I thinks’?”

Letting their unit chief try to explain your presence with them you looked at the pictures you weren’t able to see. They all share the same violence, and the same position. “Were any pictures taken from their room?” You butted in as the back and forth was interrupted. “Pictures?”

“Yeah um with Katie I found a frame with a missing picture. Did the others have one?” A woman with black hair started going through the photos as the man next to me answered quickly. “Yeah they all had just a frame lying around but we assumed they didn’t have enough time to add a photo.”

“No they were taken by the killer. She’s a jealous person I’ll tell you that.” Hearing your phone ding you picked up glancing at the notification coming through. “I need to go.” Responding quickly to the message you picked up your belongings. Not wanting to wait for a response you picked up the coffee made by the man who seems like he does not belong to the FBI, and gave him a curt nod.

He watched you go in a hurry sipping the coffee as you went. Is that why he was drawn to you? Because you remind him of his past with Gideon. Is he desperately trying to hold on to that? “What does she do exactly?” Morgan asked seemingly put off by her entirely. “It was weird we accidentally interrupted her when she was lying on Kate’s bed.” JJ chimed in as she was remembering the events earlier. It was strange to anyone to see a young girl lying on another’s bed.

“She works in a specific way. She’s able to get into their head in a way that others shouldn’t.” Reid racked his head of the ways he’s learned about your specific technique. A technique that isn’t recommended or even mentioned to recruits as its capable of making someone go insane. And Gideon somehow knew you, and probably help train that mind of yours.

He swears by it now, it’s just curiosity. He wants to understand that mind of yours.

“Are you uncomfortable or something?” You asked as you focused on the road ahead of you. Just 5 minutes out and you’re there. At a new crime scene. New images in your mind that will kill you internally. “No - it’s just you’re a new person and we’re going to a case together.” And you worked with Gideon. He wants to ask you all these questions but he knows he shouldn’t. Why would you tell him anything.

“Nothings going to happen. I do my thing and you can do your own thing.” You ended the conversation quickly as you parked the car right in front of the tape. Turning off the car you got off hearing Reid stumble right behind you trying to match your pace. “Sorry M’am you can’t go any further.”

“She’s with me.” Opening his badge you stood next to him as he explained to the on-site detective. It was a nice home. She shared it with 3 other girls who are coincidentally on vacation.

The killer must’ve known that.

Lifting up the tape for you, you went underneath it thanking him quietly. Making your way inside it reminds you of the other victims homes exactly. The new modern things that are being pushed at the younger audience. You see it all over their home. The only reason why there is a connection between these killings was the mutilated face of the girl. He passed you a glove which you quickly put on walking to the dining room. Seems like glass is needed in all these killings. “She didn’t cover her face this time. And in a more ‘demeaning way’. Is she no longer feeling guilt?” He thought out loud as he circled around the room. She was smashed against a glass dining table face unable to be seen once again. But this time no hands covering her face but she was still posed. “She was eating dinner when she was attacked.” You pointed out as you saw his eyes follow your line of sight. Looked like she was having a salad now mixed with her skin.

Standing up a clean looking chair, you let yourself fall on it. “Do you need me to clear the room.” Looking up at him he seemed to point at the lingering cops in the house. And he seemed to understand what you needed now. “If you can. I would appreciate that.” You answered thankful you didn’t have to seem like the weirdo this time around. You know they’re just trying to solve a case but they’re just in your way. As you heard him kick them out you closed your eyes, smoothing out your breathing.

The body that is yours yet isn’t. You can see her having dinner. She’s oblivious as she has her headphones bopping side to side. A red haired girl poking at her salad right in front of you. You know her. You recognize her. You’ve seen her before and you hate that you do. You hate every part of her. You zone into her phone, you see something you don’t like. That anger manifests in her face, you make sure everyone sees her for what she is.

Stumbling away from the chair you had to get out of there. Anywhere else. “Are you ok?” Following you to the kitchen you stabilized yourself on her counter. You need to breathe. You aren’t her. You can’t be her. You don’t know how many mantras you got left in you before you can’t believe it. “I-I am. It’s just…” Taking a deep breath you rubbed your eyes as you tapped on the counter. “Do you have someone that can look up something for me?”

“Yeah just give me one…” Flipping on his phone he pressed a couple of buttons as we heard the ringer. “The one and only speaking! How shall I help?”

“Hey Garcia I have someone here who needs to ask you something.”

“Ask away my sweets!”

“Does any of our victims have a social media presence.” Hearing some clicking on the other end she quickly got the results you were looking for. “Ok can you see anybody who are following all 4 victims and if they’re in their 20s.”

“Believe it or not it doesn’t lower the list by too much.”

“Send me anyone who looks nothing like our victims and seems to frequent the gym a lot.”

Glancing over at the doorway showing a portion of the victims body. “And a face injury, not a small one, one that disfigured them.”

“Ooo that actually helps a lot mysterious person.”

“If you can send us that list to the police station we’ll comb over the rest. Thanks Garcia.” Shutting off his phone you glanced at his phone then him. “She sounds lively.”

“She makes it easier.” He said with a soft smile.

It suit him.

“It’s nice you guys have someone like that.” Would you be livelier if you had someone like that as you took in the dirtiness of the world. You don’t want to dwell on it for too long. Motioning to the door he followed suit as you felt drowsy. Getting in the car you rubbed your temple as Reid entered the car. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah just…sometimes it’s a lot? I don’t know.”

“No yeah I get it. Don’t worry.” Fumbling with the aux cord you plugged in your phone, hoping for anything to ease your nerves. “Do you want to go somewhere?” You were caught off by his question, wondering if you had even heard him right. Not thinking he would ever have the confidence to ask anything of you.

“Not like a date or anything. Just like maybe a croissant or something.” Stifling a giggle as you shocked yourself with your own reaction. You immediately saw his cheeks flush up in embarrassment taking it as rejection almost just as fast. “N-no it’s ok. I think I would like that a lot.” He still looked embarrassed as you pulled out onto the street. “But why a croissant?”

“I really don’t know. If I’m being honest I panicked.” Nodding you understood what he meant. It’s a mistake you would probably do when talking to other people. In a way he’s just like you. That thought doesn’t comfort you. “I still appreciate it.”

Looking for a place to find such a specific thing you missed the smile that graced his lips ever so slightly as he was glad he was able to make you just a tinier bit happier.

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rebelliousstories · 7 months ago

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Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff, Happy Ending

Word Count: 1,277

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Summary: Emily’s best friend from the FBI’s translation department has met someone from the BAU before, and with his eidetic memory, Spencer wishes that he could redo that night that everything went wrong.

Author Oscar Wilde once said, “Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is a conversation.”

Emily Prentiss was scrambling to clean up her desk while the rest of her team watched. She seemed to be looking for something, but no one bothered to offer help. Prentiss was muttering to herself as she continued, and only stopped when she felt eyes on her.

“What?” She leveled at her friends and colleagues. JJ simply raised her eyebrows with a smile on her face, and Derek smirked as he chuckled. However, sitting across from them, Spencer was just now disengaging from the book on his desk.

“Oh nothing,” Morgan drawled out, fiddling with a pencil in his grasp. Rolling her eyes, Emily turned back to her desk rummaging until she pulled something out from the mess of files with an ‘aha’ look on her face. It was a book and it looked expense according to Spencer’s keen eye for books.

“What’s that?” JJ asked, dropping her files in favor of snooping through Emily’s hands.

“It’s a custom, leather bound copy of ‘The Portrait of Dorian Grey’ by Oscar Wilde. I’ve been holding onto it for months for a friend’s birthday present. We’re going out for drinks in a bit.” Prentiss explained, examining the book and making sure that it was still in pristine condition. Placing the book into a bag, it was hidden from sight as she prepared it for her celebrator.

“Ooo, someone hoping to get a little lovin?” Morgan teased, to which Emily rolled her eyes.

“Unfortunately for me, she’s straight. And fortunately for her, you’re not her type. Sorry.” But her tone was anything but. Morgan dramatically tapped his cheek in a faux slap, and swiveled in his chair from the ‘recoil.’ The group laughed at his antics, and Prentiss checked her watch once more.

“Looking for someone?” A smooth, feminine voice sounded behind the dark haired agent. Emily turned and joyously hugged her friend that had approached. They exchanged greetings quickly and let go.

“Let me introduce you to my team really quick.” She excitedly proclaimed, and pulled the other woman around to do so.

“This is Jennifer, but we just call her JJ.” The two women shook hands with polite smiles.

“This is Derek Morgan and I’m sorry.” Said agent had grasped the woman’s hand and had pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. They let go with a chuckle.

“And this is-” Emily was cut off.

“Dr. Spencer Reid.” Her friend finished for her. Although her tone was not filled with admiration or starstruck behavior; it was filled with contempt. His eyes widen and he breathlessly said her name in disbelief that she was there in front of him.

“It’s been a while.” He stated, fiddling with his tie and messing with his hair. She no longe held a smile on her face that made her automatically look younger and more beautiful.

“Yeah, not long enough. Can we go now? I’d prefer my birthday not be ruined.” She stated, turning to Emily with a deadpan look. But one of shock coated Prentiss’ face.

“This was the FBI doctor who stood you up?” The agent questioned as the other woman nodded and closed he eyes. The look on her face was not a happy one, while JJ and Morgan turned to Reid who was cringing with a nervous expression.

“The one and only.” Spencer was nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Naughty boy.” Emily scolded.

“Listen, can we just go please?” She drew their attention once more to her as she tried to leave the bullpen.

“Yeah, no doubt. Let’s get going.” Prentiss grabbed her coat, and gift bag before ushering the woman out.

“Wait!” A voice called as the two women approached the glass doors of the BAU. Spencer had caught up to them, and they were not happy about being stopped.

“I’ll meet you at the elevator.” And with that, Emily left the two agents alone. Her friend was less than please, and tried to get her to stay, but it was in vain.

“Listen, I just wanted to say-” Spencer started, but never finished.

“You don’t need to say anything. It’s fine. I get if I’m not your type. Just would have been nice not to have been stood up three days before Christmas.” She stated, shrugging her shoulders and placing her hands in her jeans pockets in order to attempt to look nonchalant.

“No, I- I didn’t mean to um, stand you up.” Reid stumbled through, wringing his hands together.

“Then what would you call it? Because I distinctly remember sitting in that restaurant, in my nicest little black dress. And drinking wine while patrons and staff sent me looks of pity, while I sat there for three hours.” The longer she explained, the more Spencer cringed in on himself. It sounded worse than what he had imagined.

“I got called in on a case, and our phones didn’t get good reception. I meant to text you but when I tried to after we had come back, I couldn’t. I never could reach you to apologize or set up another chance. When that happened, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me so I never looked up your number to find out.” Spencer explained, fiddling with the back of his neck as he did. It looked like she was fighting an internal battle as she stood there, and took it all in.

“Can anyone else confirm this?” She asked, crossing her arms and looking at the doctor with a skeptical glance.

“Emily.” He nodded towards the agent that was trying not to eavesdrop on the conversation near the elevators. Standing there in silence for a minute more, she eventually dropped her head and hard expression.

“You really didn’t mean to stand me up?” Watching the doctor, she almost let out a giggle at how comical he shook his head.

“I swear, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry that I ever gave you that idea.” Spencer reassured.

“Okay, okay. I appreciate you explaining, and accept your apology.” This time, she did giggle at the hopeful look on the young doctor’s face. Turning away, she made to meet up with Emily when he name was called yet again. Spencer came closer to where she had not quite reached her friend again.

“Is there anyway that I could get another chance for that date? Maybe this time with a better turn out?” He sounded so hopeful as he awaited her response. She thought a minute, and smirked as she stepped inside his personal bubble.

“Text me again, and we’ll see.” A kiss was pressed to his cheek, and he was stunned. Spencer felt himself raise a hand to touch the tingly area as the two women laughed as they entered the elevator. She wagged her fingers in a departing gesture, while he waved dumbly with his other hand.

When the women fully disappeared from view, Reid pulled out his phone and retrieved her number. He sent yet another text, and this time, it went through. It was followed with a promise to meet him for dinner tomorrow evening at this charming little diner that was not to far from Quantico. Spencer went back to his desk with a dumb smile on his face and could not even be bothered when people tried to find out what had happened. All that matter was that he had a chance to make things right.

“I learn from my mistakes. It’s a very painful way to learn, but without pain, the old saying is, there’s no gain.” Johnny Cash

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gaytrash-back-in-a-paperbag · 28 days ago

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Just One Reason

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Y/N has been working hard as a criminal investigator and always comes home to their lover Nat. When they come home tonight, however, something is different.

Warnings: Cheating, implied sexual interactions, swearing, lots of implications to abuse, murder, blood/gore, PTSD, anxiety attacks, alcohol (stay safe loves <3)

A/N: I’m back, this is not new writing yet, but the next chapter (I think it was chapter 6 lol) is actually in production.

You and Natasha had met in your early years of college, she was studying “foreign policies” and you were enthralled with the criminal justice department. It didn’t take long for the two of you to develop feelings for each other after that fateful night.

You were drunk. No, damn it, you were really drunk. You felt the hands of your friend Kate Bishop keeping you steady. In a poor attempt to shove her way, you grumbled at her in a rough way, dipping your shoulder out of her grasp. You could faintly hear her sigh. She was your designated driver for the night, as everyone knew you were the heavy drinker of the bunch. When a second pair of hands found their way on both your shoulders, practically pulling you to your feet, you looked up, expecting to see Kate’s friend Yelena to be there, but instead were utterly shocked to find a goddess in front of you. Or, at least, you thought it was a goddess. She had long, red hair with fading blonde tips, all pulled into a tight braid. And those damned green eyes that bore holes through your face and you found yourself shrinking back.

“Don’t throw up on me,” was all she grunted to you as she dragged you through the crowded living room of the frat house. Bringing you into the kitchen, she forced some water down your throat and waited for a reaction out of you. You were too dazed from both the alcohol and the beautiful woman in front of you to respond.

You spoke the only words that could come to your head, "Hi.” Hi? Nice going, Y/N, way to really sweep her off her feet, you cursed in your head. Despite the awkwardness, the redhead found herself smiling. She laughed slightly, tilting her head. “Hi,” she responded. “And who might you be, drunkard?”

Oh shit, she was talking to you. You tilted your head in mimicry to her, grinning stupidly. “I’m Y/N, but apparently pretty women call me drunkard.”

Kate, who had followed both of you, visibly cringed. Wow, Y/N. Real smooth, she thought with a smirk. The short Russian let out a loud laugh at your comment, before saying, “Well, drunkard, my name is Natasha, but I think you can call me Nat.”

You could only continue grinning like an idiot. Her laugh sounded nice. “Nat it is then.”

Looking back, you had no idea how she managed to find that attractive. She had basically found you blackout drunk and she still fell in love with you. You were both out of college now and were pursuing your passions, but you lived in an apartment together in downtown Brooklyn. You were currently driving back to sa+id apartment at the moment, just lost in your old thoughts. It wasn’t until you heard the third ring on your phone that you answered, leaning your head to one side while you pinched your phone between your shoulder and cheek.

“Hello? Y/N /L/N speaking.”

“No need to be formal, dumbass,” you heard Kate respond, “We’ve got another code 10-44 by the Brooklyn Zoo. Can you go check it out?”

Kate could hear you groan loudly, an obnoxious groan that Kate knew meant you were pissed now. You had asked to leave early so you could go out with Nat tonight, and you could only hope Nat could forgive your absence. “Fine. But it better be fast,” you grumbled.

Within a matter of seconds, you had hung up with Kate and were calling Nat. She picked up on the fifth ring, which bothered you slightly, but you swallowed it down when she picked up.

“Hello?” Nat asked into the phone, a hint of confusion in her voice. There was a slight rasp in her voice, something uncommon in Nat.

“Hey baby. I just got called back on duty, so date night might be canceled and I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to yo-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Take all the time you need.”

Well, that was new. And surprising. And, did you mention, took you aback?

“I- what?”

“I said, take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Why did she sound so... angry? You shuttered as you pulled into a parking spot, stepping out. You paused outside, deciding whether to push it.

“You sure, Hun? You seem a bit under the weather.” You pouted slightly, beginning to anxiously pick at your hands. You weren’t used to her like this.

“Yes. I’m sure,” she insisted. The sternest of her voice was scary, it had caught you very off guard and she could hear your hesitation, causing her to soften. “I’m sorry, I’ve had a really rough day at work. Just... stay safe, okay? I love you.”

That caused you to relax, letting out a sigh of relief. She heard this and immediately felt bad for coming off so aggressively. You muttered a simple “I love you too” in response before hanging up. Something felt off and it had your skin crawling. You gulped down any worry and went to check on this supposed code 10-44. It didn’t take long for you to find it, when a little girl came crashing into you, full on sobbing and babbling incoherently. It startled you to the point where you were completely out of it for a moment. Coming back to your senses, you knelt to the girl.

“Woah, woah, woah kiddo. What’s wrong? Shh, it’s okay now, talk to me. I’m here to help,” you consoled the child the best you could, speaking into your radio to ask for assistance. “Hey, Officer Y/L/N, I need child protective services ASAP.”

The girl mumbled something, drawing your attention back to her. “What was that, sweetie?” You asked gently, not wanting to make the girl nervous.

“He hit her really hard... He hit her so hard.”

Your eyes widened as you put the pieces together.

“Where? Where did he hit her?” You pressed.

“On her head!” The small girl broke down into sobs again, causing you to pull her into a hug.

“Shh, shh, it’s going to be alright now. I’ll take care of you.” It was a promise, you decided, that you would do whatever it took to help the girl. You looked down at her, feeling your heart break. You tried to push out the overwhelming memory that hit your brain and were ringing around, but they overtook your thoughts.

“No!” You had shouted too loud this time and you watched as your mother turned to you. Your father collapsed on the ground, glass imbedded in his head, and your young eyes watched in horror as the dark red liquid began to pool under his head. His eyes were glossed over, and his chest movements were shallow. You knew what was happening, even at the young age you were, and you knew you couldn’t stop it. He was dead in a matter of minutes, and you were hiding under the table in the dining room, holding a landline phone in one hand.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The phone spoke to you, and you could only respond in a hushed voice,

“My daddy’s dead. Mommy killed him.”

You were snapped back into the reality around you when the girl’s sobbing had slowed into sniffles, and she looked up at you. She pulled away from you, still holding your hand. She couldn’t have been older than eight years old and immediately, you felt an underlying guilt. She reminded you of yourself, in such a similar situation. She began to pull at your hand, pointing towards the street. You pieced together what she wanted and followed her quietly. She guided you about three blocks down before stopping before an apartment complex. She continued to pull you through before stopping in front of a door on the fourth floor. You exchanged a glance at her, silently asking if this was where her mother was. She nodded briskly, and you pulled out your gun from its holster. You knocked on the door, announcing your presence.

“NYPD, I’m coming in!”

You opened the door to find almost immediately, right by the front door, the body of a middle-aged woman. The scene was straight out of a crime show, blood splattered across the walls, the smearing of a bloodied hand print on the grip of a counter, and the crumpled, manipulated body of the poor victim. Reaching for your radio, you whispered,

“We need a whole unit. This just turned into a murder investigation.”

Exhausted after questioning and dealing with the struggles of filling all working officers in on details from the scene, you just wanted to get in bed and sleep. Jostling with your keys, you heard movement inside your shared apartment. You frowned slightly, it was 2 in the morning, why would Natasha still be awake? You opened the door to find Nat in a sports bra and shorts, sitting on the couch and supposedly engrossed in a book. At first, everything seemed to look fine, if you had ignored the scent in the air and the blotches on Nat’s chest.

Nat looked up from her book, putting on a half-assed sleepy smile and saying, “So much for a date night, yeah?”

You scowled, moving past her and immediately going into your bedroom, her trailing you rather quickly. “Yeah, so much for that,” you grunted in response.

She tilted her head innocently, though you could tell her head was running through every excuse she could come up with. You only frowned further when she went to open her mouth.

“Save it.”

That took her by surprise. She definitely wasn’t expecting that, as she rubbed the back of her neck anxiously.

“I-”

“No.” You cut her off again, venom dripping from your single word.

“Baby, you have the wron-”

“Get out of the bathroom, Ms. Maximoff,” You stated, emotionless. You had noticed from the minute you got home the shadow of two feet in the bathroom, because you knew that both you and Nat always turn the lights off in the bathroom when you’re done. Nat’s eyes widened in shock at the fact that you had noticed. Moments later, the door to your master bathroom creaked open and the tall brunette stepped out. She looked ashamed, and hell, she should be.

“Hello, Wanda. Long time no talk. No, don’t try to explain how you purposely had sex with my girlfriend, how it was just once and how sorry you are. I don’t want it.” You looked deadpanned at the witch, not an emotion twitching on your face.

You turned your attention to Natasha, in which you fished your apartment keys out of your work pants and grabbed her hand. For a moment, she thought you’d forgive, maybe ask for an explanation, but no. You slammed the keys into her hand.

“Keep them, give them to Wanda. Keep the whole damn apartment while you’re at it, asshole.”

Not even a shake in your voice. Did you even care? Neither Wanda or Natasha could tell. Honestly, you couldn’t either.

“Pack my shit for me, it’s the least you can do. I’m leaving, I’ll be back tomorrow for my stuff. Oh, and Wanda, you can just help too if you want! Man, you’re on a roll with this whole relationship-ending cheating, aren’t you? I thought you were with Vision now, what happened with that?” You found yourself talking and didn’t even care enough to stop it. You made your way to the door, opening it, looking back at the dumbfounded Nat, who had tears in her eyes and was trying desperately to hold them back, and the relationship-ender herself, Wanda Maximoff, who was shaking and looked like she might cry too if she wasn’t already too embarrassed.

“Treat her better than you treated me, сука.” You watched as Nat visibly flinched as you bitterly called her a bitch in her own language. Hell, she had already lied to you about being a “foreign politics” major, when she was THE Black Widow of the Avengers, but now she cheats on you with her own teammate. You left right then and there, leaving behind the girl you loved with all your heart and Wanda, the girl you used to love. You slammed the door behind you, listening as Natasha broke down into hysterical sobs. You wished you didn’t care, you wished you didn’t want to turn around and comfort her, tell her you were sorry. But why would you be sorry? You were loyal. You stormed off, putting Kate’s number in your phone and immediately calling her. She picked up on the first ring.

“Y/N? Why are you calling now? It’s two in the morning...” She stopped questioning things as she heard the tightening of your throat causing little gasps in a futile attempt to breathe properly. You had made it to your car before the panic hit, and you were curled up in the passenger’s seat. Tears slid down your cheeks while empty sobs were all you could manage. “Hey, hey, do you need me or Yelena to pick you up? You need to stay at my place?” You choked out a mumbled yes and within thirty minutes, Yelena was knocking on your window. You opened the door and practically fell into her arms. She said nothing, just rubbed your back soothingly. After a few moments, she had gotten you into a more reasonable state, you were no longer struggling for air, and you could respond to questions.

“You wanna talk about it?” Yelena had asked, you think. It was still hard to hear with all your own thoughts screaming in your head. You had simply shaken your head and sat silently in the seat of her car as the two of you made your way to Kate’s apartment. When you arrived, it didn’t take long for you to find yourself in Kate’s warm embrace. She asked no questions, thank God, and guided you into the guest room, where she had already set out clothes for you. You told her you would quickly shower and then sleep, and then promised you’d be out of her hair as soon as possible. She insisted that her home was yours too and you could stay as long as you wanted. You appreciated the gesture and gave her a long hug at the doorway of your new room.

The shower, however, was a horrible idea. You purposely turned the water to the hottest it could get and let the scalding water burn against your skin. You needed to get some sort of feeling, some sort of grasp on reality. You welcomed the pain, but it also left you to your own thoughts. Why? You asked yourself that question a million times over, but no answers popped up. Had you done something wrong? Was it you? Did you react wrong? You sat like that for a long moment, soaking in both your warping thoughts and the burning water. By four, you were out of the shower and clothed. You knew there’d be no sleep for you tonight, so you found yourself in the kitchen.

Some alcohol, that’s what you needed. Any type would do at this point. Looking through cabinets and opening the fridge at least four times, you were thankful to find a stash of beers in a mini fridge under the sink. You must have had at least 9 bottles of beer in the 12-pack, because when you awoke the next morning, you were hit with one hell of a hangover. Kate and Yelena still asked no questions, which you were so very thankful for. Once the hangover subdued, you asked Kate to drive you back to your old apartment complex to get your stuff and your car, which Kate agreed with as long as they both went because neither one of them really wanted you driving with your hangover.

Making your way back to the apartment complex was the most painful experience yet, however, as when you arrived at your door, no boxes were sitting out. You sighed deeply in frustration, knowing this was Nat’s tactic to get you inside and try to talk. Instead, however, you glanced at your two friends and they knocked on the door. Nat opened the door almost immediately, but shied back when she saw Kate and Yelena. Yelena, for one, was pissed at her, and she didn’t even know what her sister had done to you, but she knew it was definitely something horrible. All three of you entered, giving Nat the silent treatment, with Yelena shooting Nat a glare so intense you thought Nat might have a hole through her head, and luckily, Nat kept her mouth shut. You could see in the corner of your eye the brunette hair of Wanda, but swallowed down any anger you had. You were too hungover to start a fight and you knew yelling would make this hellish headache go from mediocre to a damned migraine. You grabbed a few of the boxes, with help from Yelena and Kate, and reached the door before you heard the quiet mumble that spilled from Nat’s mouth.

You turned back, unable to hear what she had said, and despite your better judgment, you stopped to listen. You could see her anxious antics, the way she rubbed her neck, averted her eyes, running her free hand through hair, she was definitely nervous about something.

“What?” You asked in a hostile tone, knowing better than to let your guard down completely. “What the fuck is so important that you think it can fix what you did?”

This caused her to flinch, and you could tell the witch from the bedroom was trying to enter your mind to send some sort of calming emotions. You scowled deeper, rubbing your temples in frustration.

“Wanda, get the fuck out of my head. It’s already pounding and you’ll only make it worse. Not to mention, I don’t want you in there to begin with. I’m sure I could find some law that I could charge you with, invasion of privacy or something.”

You could feel the brunette pull back her magic and heard the movement of her sulking and drawing her knees to her chest. Nat’s voice brought your attention back to your newest ex-girlfriend.

“Let me explain. Please, Y/N. Detka, plea-”

“I’m not your ‘detka’, don’t call me that.”

She flinched at that again, and you instantly felt bad. Fuck, why do you feel bad still? You let your eyes linger on her a little longer, before diverting them to look towards Yelena and Kate.

“Wanda cheated on you with me.”

Your entire body spun now to face Natasha. Your brain malfunctioned and you could only stare with your mouth agape.

“What?”

“Wanda and I have been dating for 4 years. This wasn’t a new thing,” Nat started, but you cut her off before she could go further.

“Was I just your little side fling then? Something to distract you while Wanda was off on her missions? What the fuck, Natasha.” You could feel the tears developing in your eyes, but you wiped at them viciously with your sleeve.

“No! You weren’t, Y/N. You were the- you are the love of my life. Please, just let me talk, I want to explain, I-.. I love you both.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t get to love both. You chose already, and you chose Wanda, asshole,” Yelena jumped in, practically snarling her words. Kate put a hand on her shoulder, but she was already fuming. “You’re a player, aren’t you? What, are you planning on dumping Wanda for someone else sooner or later and use the same dumb excuse? ‘I love both of you’!” Yelena mocked, throwing her open hand up in outright anger. “If you loved both, you would have been honest with Y/N from the get-go. You’re a lying bitch, Natasha. A lying cheater.”

You watched as Yelena got dangerously close to Nat, and for a moment, you feared the two would get into a physical argument. Luckily, Kate pulled Yelena back before anything could happen. Kate mumbled to the two of you to just go, which you gratefully agreed with. Yelena sent one last look back at her sister that Nat knew was a warning, and the door closed with a slam.

Six Days Later

NYPD Bronx Office, 3:42 am

Kate had called your phone a few times now and you still hadn’t picked up. So, in frustration, she made her way to the office herself, only to find you deeply engrossed in a case file. It wasn’t a recent one, which she found odd. She knew you were drowning yourself in the murder case of that woman, so she was surprised to see a case that wasn’t that one. She set down a beer by your desk, which brought your attention back from whatever world you were in. You took it without thinking, then did a double take when you realized it hadn’t been there before.

You groggily asked in a quiet voice, “Kate..? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. It’s almost four in the morning, Y/N, you need to sleep,” She insisted, shaking her head in disappointment. You only rolled your eyes and went back to reading. She peered over your shoulder, attempting to look at the case file you were looking at. She frowned when she spotted your last name on the paper. “What’s this all about?”

You glanced up at her, her standing figure towering over your sitting one. “A case file,” you answered plainly, causing her to groan teasingly.

“You know what I meant,” she said in an annoyed tone, but you knew she was just messing with you. “Whose is it?”

“Mine.” It was another plain response, and at first she thought you were still joking around, but when she looked at you, she realized you weren’t.

“Oh.” was all she could say. Reading over it again, she noticed it was a murder file. Victim was Duke Y/L/N, your adoptive father, and supposedly the assailant was Leslie Y/L/N, who had slammed your father’s head into a glass table in a fit of rage and then left the house after their child, that being you, had fled into hiding.

“It’s too similar, Kate. It’s like I’m living in a loop, and all the bad things that happened before are back again. This girl… she’s going through the same thing, only the parents have switched. And I still can’t even tell if it was actually the father!” You shouted in frustration and ended up slamming your knee on the underside of your desk. It didn’t matter how loud you were, you and Kate were the only ones in the building to begin with.

“What do you mean, ‘if it was actually the father’?”

“There’s no surveillance in the area and she only keeps saying ‘he’ did it. He who? There wasn’t evidence of forced entry, and yet there’s no DNA or fingerprints at the crime scene, as if whoever did it knew what they were doing.” You gripped the sides of your head in anger, trying to calm yourself down. It shouldn’t be irritating you like this, but you can’t help but feel like you’re missing some important piece of evidence that’s right under your nose. Kate could sense your utter frustration and looked at you with worry.

“You can’t drown away all your problems with work and beer, you know? You need to get out,” she paused, checking her watch, “and get some sleep. Come on, I’ll drive you home, you big idiot.”

You protested but she wasn’t having any of it, dragging you out of the station kicking and screaming. You grabbed your beer and downed it angrily in the car ride home, opening the door to find Yelena up and waiting for you. She gave you a hug, grabbed your hat off of your head, put it on, and grinning stupidly as she offered you another beer. “I say, we drink the night away, ey?”

You appreciated that night, Yelena respected your unasked request of no questions. She knew what you were going through, and she had determined that instead of asking question after question, she’d do what she did best, drink. By 5 am, you were blacked out on the couch and could only half-hear the conversation between your two younger friends.

“They’re losing it, Kate. I haven’t seen them like this since senior year. When Wanda… you know,” Yelena tried to speak in a hushed voice, but your coming migraine turned the whisper into a whole damn yell and you squinted in agonizing pain.

Kate rubbed her temples in exhaustion. “I know, Lena, but as long as Wanda and Nat don’t come to our doorstep asking to see Y/N, what are we supposed to do?”

“I could beat them up,” Yelena suggested with a smirk, to which Kate punched her shoulder. “Ow! Okay, okay, geez, I was just kidding. Partially.”

You groaned slightly, interrupting their conversation and you immediately wished you hadn’t. Both of them turned their attention to you, and you hated having all eyes on you. Kate sighed, pulling you to your feet and stating, “You need to sleep. Honestly, you need to sleep for three days, but we can’t just get that. I’ll call in to the station to let them know that you are sick. You need to sort this all out, Y/N. It’s fucking you up.”

You made no response, laying down on the bed. You laid in the darkness for long enough that you didn’t even know what time it was, but you knew everyone was asleep except for you. You stood, trying to be quiet as you walked over to the unpacked boxes filled with your items. You began sorting them, frowning slightly as you counted that you were two hoodies short. They weren’t your favorites to begin with, but it was an oddity to you. Assuming you were just still too drunk to actually count, you pushed the many thoughts that came into your head to the side, opting to look at your phone for the first time in days. 47 unread messages, 19 missed calls, and… holy fuck that was a lot of news notifications. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted as you scrolled through them.

Black Widow and Scarlet Witch on Official Hiatus due to Unknown Circumstances

Where is Black Widow?

What Happened to the Scarlet Witch?

The news articles flooded in like a hurricane just hit, and you were just confused. Those two cheated on you for, fuck, probably years by now, and they needed the space? While you were pressed with a murder case, they were off doing God knows what. Probably off of vacation, celebrating their relationship, you decided in your head. Yeah, that’s what they’re doing. Still, you couldn’t shake the awful feeling crawling down your spine. It made you sick, you wanted to puke.

No, you didn’t want to puke, you absolutely needed to. It was time for another hangover and you rushed into the bathroom as quickly as possible, lifting up the lid on the toilet just in time for the heaves of stomach remnants to splash in the water. You threw up a lot that moment, honestly, it had more to do with your oncoming sobs than the alcohol at this point. You were so exhausted and, as much as you hated admitting it, you missed Natasha’s warmth in these moments. The way she made sure you never got vomit on you, the way she would take away beers before you became a blackout drunk. You missed her caring, you missed her concern, you missed her. Tears stung your cheeks, the choked sobs made it harder to breathe again, but you didn’t care. You needed to get out all the emotions that you had been feeling this entire week. Kate was right, you couldn’t keep drowning yourself in work and alcohol anymore, you needed to face it.

“It’s over now, Y/N/N,” you convinced yourself, whispering to the nobody in the mirror. Yeah, that nobody was you, and you knew it. You hated it, looking at yourself in that mirror. You hated yourself at that moment, to be frank. It was like looking at a train wreck, because god damn it, you were one. Sighing deeply, you turned around and made your way to your bed. You curled up into a ball, sobs still silently at your throat, and you closed your eyes. It would take a while, but sleep finally took hold of you.

You awoke the next day to find nobody in the apartment. There was a note from Yelena, stating that she was gone to get more food and would be back by dinner. You sighed, this left you to your own thoughts and you didn’t like that. Changing into one of your hoodies, some old college hoodie that you couldn’t remember where you had gotten it from, and a pair of raggedy, ripped jeans, you pulled on your converse and went out for a walk. You didn’t even know where you were going, but you found yourself on the doorstep of that original crime scene. Gulping down a horrible feeling, you opened the door. Surely, you had missed something, right? Glancing around, you couldn’t see anything at first. You walked around the living room, looking at every detail until you felt your foot hit something on the floor. You frowned, looking at your feet with a confused look. It was then that you noticed a slight rip in the carpet. Leaning down, you pulled up the carpet piece. Under it laid a pair of bloodied boots and a revolver. Your eyes widened and you looked around to see if anyone else was around to see this. When nobody popped out, you pulled out your phone. Swiping away some random notification you received, you texted Kate to check back at the scene, telling her you thought something might have been there that they missed. You knew Kate already had a hunch you’d go back there, so you left quickly, leaving the carpet piece pulled up so the on-duty officers would see it.

You strolled through the city, finding yourself at your favorite café. Smelling the sweetness of freshly baked bread and warm coffee, you made your way inside. Greeted by your friend Peter’s cute little girlfriend, MJ, you ordered your usual black coffee with a bit of sugar and a blueberry muffin. You sat comfortably outside, in a shaded area by a tree, sipping your coffee, you decided to check that notification on your phone that you had received at the crime scene.

One Unread Message from: Unknown Messenger

You raised an eyebrow at this, clicking on the message. It read:

Mx. Y/N. It has come to our attention that your connections with both Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff were once romantic. By answering this message, you will gain access to their current locations. This was their last wish. Answer now or you may never get another chance.

Your breath hitched and you read the message at least three times over. Your hands were shaking and you could no longer hear your own heartbeat. Hesitantly, you responded.

I would like to know the locations of both of those women. Where are they?

#wandanat #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #kate bishop #yelena belova #wanda x nat x reader #wanda x natasha #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #angst #cheating

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Moths To A Flame

Summary: Being a detective wasn't easy in New Jersey. It becomes even harder when you're tasked with capturing demons, witches, and other supernatural beings. Juggling that herculean task leaves your love life high and dry. Despite this, your friends encourage you to find a partner. That leap of faith lands you the perfect girlfriend, but what if that protection is only an illusion?

Warnings: dark themes, manipulation, tracking, obsession, possessive behavior, gore, blood, organs, gentle kidnapping (?), Stockholm Syndrome, smut, afab reader (no gendered terms), pet names (baby, puppy), fingering, brief orgasm denial, rough sex, gentle sex, pet play, mommy kink, strap on use

Author's Note: this shit took nine billion years but I'm so proud of myself :)

Being a detective meant you had to be ready for everything. It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing, sometimes you'd have to drop everything for the sake of justice. Working with regular everyday criminals was one thing, but it became even harder when you were up against the supernatural and occultists. That often meant you'd be forced to cut a date short or leave the house at odd hours, a combination that certainly wasn't ideal for many relationships. You were fine with that. Your job was important and you weren't selfish enough to demand someone stay by your side despite how little time you had for them.

Your friends on the other hand were less okay with that revelation. No matter how many times you reminded them of your undateable schedule, they signed you up for dating apps and websites without care.

Sometimes it was "Everybody needs somebody!'" as Monica would insist. She was always the romantic one among your friends. Other times, you'd get a much more practical "I can't keep coming over here to patch your ass up and cook you." from Sam. There was nothing you could do to get any of them off your case besides get a girlfriend so you just decided to let them have their fun.

Now you were a little upset you let them do it.

After a few days of humoring her flirtatious texts and eventually trading phone numbers, you landed yourself a date with one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen. Her fiery red hair and serene emerald eyes pulled you in with ease. The way she spoke to you had you wrapped around her fingers in only a matter of days. Just the sound of her smooth, sultry voice made goosebumps rise over your skin. For a moment, you were worried you'd fallen for a siren.

Now that she was sitting just arm's length away, you were sure she wasn't. Wanda was just a really pretty woman.

"What, never seen a pretty girl before?" Wanda asked with an amused smile. She noticed you were staring on the car ride here. It was adorable. You were so easy to tease and fluster.

"Not one as pretty as you," You said without thinking. It wasn't until Wanda started laughing that you even registered what you said. "I- Sorry, I'm just not…I'm not used to dates and stuff like that." A blush covered your face in a matter of seconds. Your hands nervously played with the fork on the table to distract yourself.

Wanda rested her hand on top of yours and leaned in to whisper in your ear. "If you keep playing your cards like this, we might have to leave here a little earlier than intended." She placed a soft kiss on your cheek before leaning back in her seat. A proud smirk covered her features, the exact opposite of the bashful smile on yours.

Controlling your heart rate during the rest of the date was near impossible. Your only saving grace was the waiter coming by with your food. Even that didn't stop Wanda from teasing. She saw it as more of a reason to do it. Wanda had already taken the lead by ordering for you but continued to dominate you subtly just in case you didn't catch the hint.

The final nail in the coffin was when it was time to pay. When you reached into your pocket to pay for it, your wallet was mysteriously gone.

"What? I swear I put it in here…" You glanced up at Wanda to find your wallet sandwiched between two of her fingers. "How did you do that? I felt it in my pocket until a second ago." It was like magic. Not as grand and chaotic as the one you encountered on your job, but certainly had an air of mystery. You would've sensed it by now if she was.

Wanda winked and tossed you your wallet. "You seem like the chivalrous type, it was just a precaution." She reached across the table for your hand and squeezed it gently. "I couldn't let you drive me all the way here and pay for our food. That's just unfair."

The drive to Wanda's apartment was dead silent. Not that you two had run out of things to talk about, but because Wanda's teasing persisted and you were worried you'd crash the car.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you safely parked in front of Wanda's apartment. It seemed much bigger now that it was dark. "Um, tonight was fun and I appreciate you for inviting me out." The words left your mouth in a rushed haze as Wanda began to play with the strands of your hair next to your ear.

"Well, I was thinking we could take our little party up to my room and keep it going." Wanda's hand cupped your chin and forced you to face her. "That's only if you want to, sweetness." Her thumb rubbed over your bottom lip. "If you're too needy, I could always take you right here."

Just the thought made you wet. "Um, I- Public sex is a misdemeanor, your bedroom is much better." Wanda's amused giggle made your ears burn. You were thankful she thought everything you did was cute. Your fun fact earned you a kiss on the cheek before Wanda got out of the car and led you toward her apartment building. You could tell it was expensive from the outside, but just getting to the elevator made you feel like some cheap peasant.

Wanda didn't give you much time to lament about your financial situation because she pounced on you the second the elevator door closed.

Wanda wasted no time exploring your mouth. Her tongue wrapped around yours and sucked to her heart's content. "Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you like this." Her arms snaked around your waist to keep you still. The stiffness of your body would've been adorable if she wasn't trying to strip you naked. "Relax, we're going straight to the penthouse floor with no interruptions," She whispered into your ear before kissing the side of your neck.

Just as you began to give in to Wanda's seduction, you caught on. "Did you say penthouse?" You glanced behind Wanda and saw the biggest apartment you'd ever seen. "Oh my god, you live here by yourself?" You slowly stepped out of the elevator in awe.

Wanda grabbed you by your collar and guided you to her bedroom. She has you pinned up against the door in a matter of seconds. Your questions about her house were quickly muffled by your pathetic whining. Her hands began to explore your body excitedly. She grabbed your ass and was surprised to feel some strange hardness. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She asked teasingly.

You cleared your throat nervously and pulled out the object in your pocket. "It's just my badge, I keep it on me in case I get called out." The words die in your mouth as you watch Wanda carelessly toss it to the side. You leaned forward to get it only to be pushed back against the wall. "I need to be able to find that in the morning, what if-"

Wanda cut you off with another kiss and began unbuttoning your shirt. "And I'll help you find it if you need it. Just focus on me right now. Pretty please?" It was like she got prettier every time you looked at her. Her lips are quick to cover any newly exposed skin in kisses. It takes so much self-restraint not to litter your skin with bite marks and hickeys, but she pacifies the desire by just lightly nibbling on your skin. "You sure know how to dress nice."

Your brain is far too clouded with lust to form a proper response. Instead, your brain focused on the way she slowly began unbuttoning your pants and pulling down your underwear. The skin of your thighs isn't given the same leeway as your stomach and they're littered with bruises in a matter of seconds. "Ah, you're rough!"

Wanda chuckled darkly. "Something tells me you like it that way." Two of her fingers ran down your slit and were immediately covered in your slick. She eased one of them inside of your cunt and started at an agonizingly slow pace. "I know you wanna be fucked senseless baby, but I gotta stretch out this little hole of yours first." A satisfied hum escaped her lips as you began mindlessly grinding against her. All it took was a little praise and you were hers to keep.

Another one of her fingers slipped into your hole and she spread them apart. She could feel your walls fluttering already. "Poor baby. You need to cum?" A proud smirk spread across her lips. Watching you hold off an orgasm was the cutest thing ever. You squirmed and whined while biting your hand, but none of it worked. The second her fingers rubbed against that spongy patch of nerves inside of you, you were done for. "There we go, let it out."

You shuddered and whimpered helplessly as Wanda's fingers continued to make a mess of your hole. Every word you tried to speak left your mouth in a string of broken moans. "Ah, right, that's- that's enough," You whispered with all the firmness of a tired kitten.

Eventually, Wanda pulled away and helped you stand upright. "Oh sweetness, I hope you didn't think that's all I had planned for you." She forced her fingers into your mouth. "Good little detectives like you deserve a reward, don't they?"

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The adventures of last night left your body aching. Wanda's self-restraint whittled away the more opportunities you gave her to use your body. The love bites littering your chest was proof enough. You rarely got the chance to bottom and even then no one had ever spoiled you that much before. It was like a dream come true.

But of course, you had a job to do and that always came before romance.

"Hello," You said into the phone without checking the caller ID.

"Hey, uh, how fast can you get to Upper Montclair?" Monica asked nervously.

"Monica?" You immediately got out of bed and looked outside the window. "About half an hour. What's the problem?" The search for your badge and clothes was frantic and quickly proved to be unsuccessful. At least your shoes were where they should've been.

"There was a fire in one of the condos up here."

You stopped your search. "A fire? Monica, that's the fire department's job, not ours."

"If it was just a fire I wouldn't have called you! There are these weird symbols in the ashes and Jimmy doesn't want any of the guys touching anything without you here."

You sighed and continued looking for your clothes. "Alright, tell the guys I'll be down there in a half hour…if I find my clothes that is." You grumbled as you searched underneath the bed. Monica's excited gasp almost made you drop your phone. "I'll tell you everything when there are no magic fire runes to deal with, okay?" You hung up the phone.

After nearly twenty minutes of aimless searching, you found your clothes neatly folded and your badge freshly shined on top of the dryer. You put them on in a rush and made your way toward the elevator.

Just as you pushed the button to go down, the elevator opened. "You're back," You said as your eyes trailed down to the bag of food in Wanda's hand. "And you brought breakfast…god I'm so sorry." You were disappointed in yourself. Whether it was because you were about to break Wanda's heart or because you weren't fast enough to avoid her you aren't sure. "Last night was really fun, but- but I can't just hang up on work. I promise I'll make it up to you when I have the time."

The corners of Wanda's mouth flicked upwards in what you thought would be a sad smile. "Hey, it's alright. You told me last night, I just wish I left a bit earlier." She handed you one of the bags in her hands. "Just eat up and call me when you have the time. We'll work out a second date later." Wanda affectionately pinched your cheek before going to the kitchen.

You were shocked. Most people weren't as understanding when it came to your random work calls. It was a first. Not only that, you had a second date. That realization didn't even hit you until you pressed the first-floor button. Your first second date with a girl. "Thank you for last night!" You said excitedly just as the elevator closed.

Your head was so far in the clouds, you almost forgot about the grim scene waiting for you.

As the smell of ash and smoke filled your lungs, you began dreading the investigation ahead of you. Something strong had been in the area, you could feel it in your gut. Magic and murder mixed quite often in New Jersey. It didn't matter if it was the pretty mansions or the overcrowded apartment complexes downtown. Blood sacrifices, demon summonings, and generational curses. You'd seen it all, but none of it had ever been as professional as what lay in front of you. For one, the fire didn't jump. Even though there was less than a foot of space between the condos, only one had been destroyed. The one still standing didn't even have ash on it.

"Well, this was certainly personal." You began taking photos of the runes and rubble. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you put on the latex gloves Monica handed you. "Do we have any casualties?"

"One dead and one injured but all other tenants escaped unharmed." Monica was one of your closest friends. She knew how you worked better than anyone at your station. Working with her was the easiest thing in the world. "Vision and Tony Stark. I tried talking to Tony but I think he's still in a state of shock. That and he looks sick, but not burned. I think you should check him out before anything."

You looked over at the ambulance. Sitting out the back was a man not much older than yourself. His hair had streaks of fading brown and the bags under his eyes seemed exaggerated by the looming cloud of dread. "Okay, I need you and Jimmy to search for anything magical while I try talking to Tony." You took the sunglasses hanging off your shirt collar and put them in Monica's face. Enchanted glasses always came in handy when working with the nonmagical.

You grabbed a bag out of your car. It was full of herbs and potions. If Tony wasn't burned, it was likely he was feeling the side effects of whatever spell that was meant for his brother.

"Hello, I'm Detective L/N." You stuck out your hand for the other man to shake.

"James Stark, his husband, but Rhodey is fine." Rhodey shook your hand firmly. His face was tense. "We're not going to be much use, just got here ten minutes ago and Tony hasn't spoken a word."

You nodded. "Well, I did come to ask questions, but part of my job is making sure everyone on the scene is safe. I just want to make sure your husband isn't suffering from any spells or curses." You placed your bag down and gestured towards Tony "May I?" When Rhodey gave you his approval you began your inspection immediately.

Fortunately, you weren't working against anything too crazy. You couldn't figure out what exactly caused it, but it wasn't difficult to undo. Slowly, the paleness in Tony's face faded away.

"Please come by the station as soon as possible for questioning, but there's no rush at all." You pulled a contact card out of thin air. "Don't hesitate to call me if you have any questions or concerns."

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Tracking down witches was never easy. It was even harder to do on an empty stomach. The easiest way to combat that was to track down witches in a local diner. You, Monica, Darcy, and Jimmy were all regulars at May's Diner. The four of you spent countless hours in the booth writing up reports and putting together information. That or you'd just spend hours eating your frustrations away. Today it seemed to be the second.

"I'm stomped. This doesn't look like any of the symbols in this book," Darcy complained while nibbling on a french fry.

You groaned and closed the book in front of you. "I got nothing either." With Tony still sick and the runes undeciphered, the investigation was already at a standstill. This was already starting to get a little difficult but you were determined to keep pushing.

"Cheesecake for the lead detective."

You shook your head and immediately handed the plate back to the waitress. "Pete, tell your aunt to stop giving us free dessert every time she thinks we need to take a break. I'll lose all my teeth at this rate."

The young man frowned as he put the plate back on the table. "We both know she's never gonna do that, but this is just for you. The lady at the cash register bought it." He tilted his head in the direction of the registrar.

It was Wanda.

You didn't even sense her entering the diner. "Fuck, oh my god. Thank you, Peter." You quickly took off your jacket and smoothed down your shirt before leaving the booth. "Hey, Wanda. How's it going?" The expression on her face was unreadable. Was she upset with you or just happy to see you?

Wanda's hand immediately reached out to cup your face. Your cheek fitted perfectly in her hand as she began to caress it. "You didn't call me last night and I was worried you got hurt." She said teasingly, but there was a twinge of bitterness in the way she spoke. "I see now you were just exploring your options." She frowned as she shyly played with your fingers.

God, she could pull at your heartstrings sometimes.

It broke your heart to see Wanda upset. "Hey, it's not like that at all," You whispered. You gave her hand a firm squeeze and stood closer. "I got a little hyper-focused on it and haven't been thinking about much else." Explaining yourself seemed to make Wanda feel a little better but you wanted to make sure she was okay. "Are you free tonight? I have to go back to the station soon and clock out, maybe we can go out afterward?"

Wanda hummed. "Alright, but you have to promise me that you won't end up leaving before breakfast this time." She stuck out her pinkie finger.

You laughed and wrapped your pinkie around Wanda's. "I promise to stay until breakfast." It was childish, but a promise was a promise and those couldn't be broken easily.

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As the investigation dragged on, things began to heat up in more ways than one. The cool breezes of spring had disappeared and the bold flames of summer started to lap at your skin. Wanda was becoming a much more constant part of your life. Most importantly, Tony was starting to recover.

Though it wasn't a part of your job to do so, you decided to keep tabs on Tony. His recovery was integral to the case. He was your only key witness and you couldn't afford to lose him. This meant you'd occasionally have to make sporadic, late-night calls with Rhodey to keep up with them.

"The doctor says he's experiencing a bit of brain fog and that could take months for him to get over, but I think he's good enough to answer a few questions."

That wasn't the best news to hear, but it was something. "Well, I still need to take emotional distress into account so I'll give it another few days before questioning him." It was around eleven pm when Rhodey had called but it didn't feel right letting it go to voicemail. Rhodey had enough on his plate taking care of his husband and running a business, the last thing he needed was for you to be flaky in your communication. "I must ask, how are you feeling going through all of this?"

Rhodey sighed. "I don't have any reason to think this, but I'm just worried someone is going to come after Tony next. It's just unsettling." The unrest was heavy in voice.

You nodded along. "I understand. If you find anything that even remotely suggests that, just call me and I'll do my best to have you both out under witness protection. Please try to rest easy, for all three of us." You and Rhodey talked for nearly an hour. It would have been longer if a familiar pair of lips hadn't begun attacking your neck. "It's getting late — ah— I'll call you later this week." Rhodey's goodbye fell on deaf ears as Wanda continued staking her claim.

How did she always manage to sneak up on you?

"You said you wouldn't leave," Wanda said with a heavy pout. Her hand slipped underneath your sleep shorts and headed straight for your crouch. It cupped the warmth between your legs and hummed. "Does my little worry detective need help to get back to bed?"

A blush spread across your face as Wanda began to grope your thigh. "I was coming back to bed, I just had to take a call." You desperately tried to collect the files you spread out across the table. "Let me clean up and I'll come back right after."

Wanda's eyes landed on one of the photographs that landed on the floor. She let go of you and immediately picked it up. Her face immediately fell. "Do you know what this stands for?" Wanda asked, pointing to the symbol in the photo. The features on her face turned to stone.

You took the photo from Wanda and glanced over it. "Uh, no actually it's had me stomped for weeks." You slipped the photo back into the folder and stacked it neatly on the table. "Don't worry though, my witness is healthy again so I'll be able to move forward just fine!" Wanda's serious expression was lost on you. Cases got slow sometimes. There was no way for Wanda to know that but you didn't want her worrying about you too much. "Why don't we go back to bed, yeah?"

Wanda grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around. "I'm gonna tell you something and I need you to listen to me every step of the way." She dragged you to the bedroom and forced you to sit down. Once you settled down, she bolted over to her closet and began shuffling things around.

You were endeared at first. You thought Wanda had a book she thought would help or maybe she even recognized the symbol. If that had been the case, it would've been helpful. Maybe even a little cute. It only took one metallic click for your thoughts to change. "What are you looking for?" You asked nervously.

There was something magical in Wanda's closet. You could feel it. Something older and much more powerful than you. Just being in its presence was suffocating. It was almost nauseating.

Wanda pulled out a book. It was heavy and covered with dust and runes you could never begin to understand. "I know you probably don't believe in this kinda stuff but my mom used to tell me this story about a witch." The book was huge, but she held it with ease. She opened it to reveal a drawing with a tall woman surrounded by magical symbols that were foreign. "That was a symbol of the Scarlet Witch."

The evil radiating from the was practically suffocating you. "What- who is the Scarlet Witch? I've never heard anything like that before in my life." Terror had overtaken your entire body, but you didn't want to back down. It was the first actual lead you had. "I mean like, obviously she's a witch but what kind?"

Wanda watched your facial expressions carefully. You leaned away from her like something was going to jump out of the book and grab you. She just giggled and cupped your face. "It's late so I won't scare you, but just promise you'll be safe going forward. Okay?" She placed a kiss on the top of your head and got up to put the book away.

You sent a text to Darcy about what Wanda told you. Though you tried your hardest to act unaffected by the story, the tight grip you had on Wanda while you slept was a dead giveaway.

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"I was doing some research on what you sent me the other day and I'm about to completely ruin you guys' weekend." Darcy placed the large stack of files on your countertop. "I did organize all of them from oldest to newest and put some notes in there but the three of you are gonna have to read all of this."

Sometimes cases got too graphic to be studied in May's Diner and the only other option was to board up in someone's house until all of you made a breakthrough. Since you were the only one with enough food in your fridge and counter space for everyone to work, it usually ended up being your house.

A heavy sigh escaped through your nostrils. "Alright, well let's get this going." You grabbed the file off the very top and opened it. Most of the magic identification was left up to you but Jimmy, Monica, and Darcy took care of profiling and other things. The cases became more and more disturbing, but you swallowed the fear and kept pushing for the sake of justice. If all of these cases had been done by one person, they needed to be caught.

But the longer you kept researching, the more strange things started to occur. Every case you studied came with another wave of nearly unexplainable sleepiness and no amount of cold water or coffee shook it. Then you'd catch glimpses of someone staring at you through your window. Your vision would blur and your ears would ring at random. You worried someone in your neighborhood was playing with magic, but you would've detected it if they were this close.

Then, someone knocked at your door. You all turned to look at each other.

"Did y'all order anything?" You asked. Everyone shook their heads and you got up to open the door. You didn't know why, but you felt sick to your stomach. Something was wrong. Your heart pounded in your ears with every step you took. Everything moved slowly.

Only for no one to be at your door. The street was empty and dead quiet. Not even your neighbors were up. Except for the mysterious plastic bag sitting on your porch. Hesitantly, you picked it up and brought it to the counter in front of everyone.

"This feels wrong." You said, eyeing the bag in front of you. There was no smell or markings on it, but it made your skin crawl. It set off so many alarm bells in your head. "Someone else should open it."

Everyone's fingers touched their nose at the same time.

Jimmy clocked his tongue. "It could be nothing. Maybe some door dash driver dropped it off. It could be a neighbor's!" He always tried to be reasonable even in the most senseless situations. Even when he was just as irrational as the rest of you.

"You open it then!"

Jimmy stepped back. "I didn't say we had to open it. I just said we could give it to the neighbors."

Monica grabbed a pencil from the counter and threw it at the bag. "It's not an animal…or at least it's a dead one."

You huffed out and headed to your bathroom to get a pair of latex gloves. "Fine, I'll open it. Either it's nothing and I'm crazy or it's something and I'm calling the station." The confidence in your voice didn't match the growing sickness in your stomach. You walked back to the counter and slowly untied the knot in the bag. The brown box inside had a note attached to it. "Your heart should only beat for me…heart emoticon." You could feel bile rising in your throat. The ink didn't look right. It was a weird faded red color and pooled in seemingly random places.

All that was left to open was the box. You carefully took it out of the paper bag and placed it on the space of your counter. Your eyes instinctively closed as you removed the lid of the box. A distinct smell of blood hit your nose. It was worse than anything you could have imagined.

A still beating heart with your name and badge number burned into it.

"Call the station, call the station!" You shouted as you slammed the lid back on.

It had taken about ten minutes for the police to arrive at your house. In that time, both you and Monica had thrown up and Jimmy had gone into a panicked fit pacing around your house trying to find signs of an intruder that didn't exist. All four of you were forced to sit outside while other officers searched your home and tapped it off.

You could sense another magic user in the area.

"Detective L/N?" A tall, much older woman approached you slowly like you were some injured kitten waiting to be picked up. She had on a dark purple windbreaker and a beanie to match. "I'm Detective Harkness, but you can call me Agatha." Her smile was small but genuine. Most importantly, she was very strong. It made sense because she had some years on you. You felt honored just to be in her presence. "The other officers spoke very highly of you on the way here, I can tell you're very talented."

Her words made your heart flutter. Of course, you'd never say it out loud but thrived on praise and validation. It was even better coming from a pretty woman. "I- thank you Detective Harkness, but I must ask why you're here. I thought they were just getting the human heart out of my house"

Agatha's face fell. "There's no real easy way to tell you this, but all four of you are being taken off this case."

Your heart dropped. "I-I'm sorry, what?" Maybe it was some sick joke or another of those hyperrealistic nightmares you had when you fall asleep right after reading case files. "Detective Harkness, I'm sure this isn't your doing but I'm the only witch in this district." You were pissed. Months of research and investigating were snatched right out of your hands over something so stupid. "You can't take us off just cause some freak left a heart on my doorstep!"

"A human heart on your doorstep that had a note written in blood and your badge number engraved into it." Agatha gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. "I get it. If we can prove it's not a serious threat we'll put you back on but for now, just find somewhere safe to stay for the next few weeks and I'll get back as soon as possible. Get some rest tonight and we'll work on getting you guys relocated as soon as possible." The older woman slipped a card into your pocket.

You let Agatha walk away. Even though you didn't want to say it, she was right. This case was bigger than you and it was even bigger than your friends. Who knows what kind of danger you'd put yourself in trying to catch your suspect? You took a deep breath. "Okay. We got this. I'll just crash in Jimmy's futon tonight and find a decent hotel to sleep in until I get my house back. I'm fine. We're going to be fine."

Your friends all shared a look but chose not to say anything.

Some hours later, you were curled up on Jimmy's futon dreading the day ahead of you. You had already called Rhodey and Tony to give them Agatha's contact information. The reality of your situation had only just settled in. Your suspect had their eyes on you and you had no idea how to protect yourself. Everything felt hopeless and there was nothing you could do to distract yourself.

Then your phone rang.

Wanda was calling you, but you weren’t entirely sure wanted to answer it. Wanda could always tell when you were upset and that made it near impossible to keep secrets from her, but maybe you needed to be honest.

You press the green button on your screen and put the phone against your ear. "Hey, Wanda."

"Hey, Sweetness! Are you okay? I know you said you were working late but I just want to check in on you." Wanda's voice was silk smooth as it filled your ears.

The sleepy rasp in her voice brought your comfort. "I want to tell you I am but I don't think that's the right thing to do. I'm not even sure I can legally tell you what's wrong." You could hear the sound of her sitting up on the bed. Your fingers played with the flimsy bed sheet underneath you. "I...I got removed for the case and I won't be going back to work for at least a month."

"What? Did they suspend you?" Wanda was surprised. Sure she had planned for it to happen, but she didn't think it'd happen so quickly. "You're not in trouble, are you? My family knows a good lawyer if-"

You flinched at the sudden yelling. "No, I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not wanted for anything. They just want me to go somewhere else for a bit until they catch the arsonist." You tried your very best to make the situation sound as simple and harmless as possible. "It's not like witness protection exactly but my house is currently a crime scene so-"

"A crime scene!? Where are you, I'm coming to pick you up right now!" Wanda got out of bed and immediately grabbed her keys.

"No no no, I'm fine right now! I'm safely in Jimmy's house and sleeping here until they figure out what they need me to do." You ran your fingers through your hair. "They'll probably want me out of town for a bit. I couldn't stay at your apartment even if I wanted to."

"I have a cabin a few hours away! It's a bit out there but I'm willing to drive us both out there if it means keeping you safe." Wanda's tone was frantic but serious at the same time. "We don't even have to stay the whole time you're off. Just two weeks to get your mind off things, please?" The whine in her voice was heavy.

"Are you pouting?" The small 'mhm' made you laugh a little. "Alright, fine. Just gimme a few days to do the serious detective stuff and then I'll pack what I can." You couldn't help but smile and Wanda's excited cheers. "Now I gotta get to sleep…I love you, good night."

"I've always loved you."

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Love was a very loaded word for Wanda. To be loved by Wanda was to be hers completely. Wanda told you that early into your relationship, but you were starting to see the extent of that living with her for days with little to no interruptions.

Wanda had been very handsy. Every time you walked by she'd grope and tease you as long as you later her — which was never for a short period. It happened so much you just decided to go without pants or a shirt. It wasn't the best solution considering it was just an incentive for Wanda's addiction to your body to worsen.

You were spoiled and loved every second of it, but you were starting to get antsy. Wanda didn't let you do anything. Occasionally, she'd let you accompany her to the store or take you to the beach — but even that lost its novelty after three weeks. You didn't want to sound ungrateful, but you were bored. Being idle was like a death sentence for you.

Despite all the love in her heart she had for you, Wanda seemed uncharacteristically apathetic to your complaints. You were starting to worry the relationship wasn’t going to work. Things you used to love about Wanda were starting to irritate you. She was starting to smother you. You weren’t even sure why you liked it in the first place.

"Wanda, can I go into the city for a bit? I'll be back in time for lunch." The heavy pout on your face and collar on your neck did nothing to sway Wanda's answer. You groaned and made your way back to the shared bedroom. The once lush sheets now felt uncomfortable and suffocating against your skin. You learned pretty quickly not to stomp off whining or whimpering because Wanda would handle your frustrations. Which wouldn't be a problem if she had a solution besides fucking you senseless. That brain would get foggy and all you could think about was clinging to Wanda.

After frustratedly tossing and turning on your bed you realized something. You didn't need Wanda's approval to do anything. Asking was just a courtesy. Nothing was stopping you from putting on your clothes, hopping in the car, and going out to explore the city close by. That's exactly what you did. You washed your face, got dressed in the nicest clothes you had, and grabbed your keys. Then, you headed for the front door. It was that simple.

"Where are you going?"

Wanda's cold voice made you shiver. "I'm going out. I just need some fresh air, I'll be back soon." You unlocked the door only for it to lock back. A frown formed on your face, but you kept tugging at it until a hot red mist surrounded it. "Ah! What the fuck is wrong with the door." You shook your hands to ease the hot pain.

Wanda grabbed both your hands and peppered them with kisses. "I said no. You need to learn how to listen." Her voice was still stern despite the affection she gave you. "If you need to go out, play around in the backyard but you are not to leave this cabin." She squeezed them gently before letting go. "I know your little puppy brain is telling you to run around and do whatever, but you have to do what mommy says." A confident smirk spread across her face and a blush spread across yours.

You huffed and stomped your way out towards the backyard. The breeze did very little to cool your heated skin. You hated being so easily flustered. Wanda wasn't above using it to her advantage. That anger caused something to shift and you couldn’t tell what is was. It was like someone had taken off your rose-colored glasses. "Go away. I'm not in the mood to talk." You could sense her before Wanda even said a word. Something wasn't right. Wanda's presence usually slipped under your radar. She was always a pleasant surprise. Now she felt big. Bigger than anything else you've ever been around.

"Oh sweetness, you're so strong and don't even know it." Wanda's hand reached down and gripped your neck with uncharacteristic amounts of strength. "Shush, your little attitude put you in this situation." She let you thrash around and scream to your heart's content. Watching you struggle always stirred up something deep and sadistic within her.

You looked up into the face of a woman you'd never seen before.

She looked like Wanda but she was a much darker, twisted reflection of the woman has grown to love. Her brown hair turned a fiery red. The bright green eyes you fell in love with were now darker and glazed with a hint of red in them. Bags under her eyes were now much more prominent and more than just a product of the sleepless nights both of you had.

"It takes a lot of work getting past that little sixth sense of yours. I was worried you'd figure me out too early." Wanda leaned down and forcefully kissed you. She could feel your heartbeat and hear all your frantic thoughts. "Nothing will work, I'm much stronger than you and we both know it."

You flinched as Wanda nuzzled into your cheek. Your body was frozen with fear. "What…Wanda, what are you?" Your voice trembled as you spoke. The power you were detecting felt millions of years old, but Wanda was only twenty-seven. How could she have mastered something so powerful so fast? Agatha was almost just as strong, but she was much older than both of you. "And no weird cryptic fake folktale shit either."

Wanda rolled her eyes and dragged you back into the house. "I'm just like you, puppy." Her magic forced you to sit on the couch. She cupped your cheeks. "I am the Scarlet Witch and I'm so proud of you for catching me!" Her hands slid down your neck and all the down to your stomach. "I knew all you needed was a little push and you'd be strong enough to do it."

You tried your best to avoid Wanda's touch. "Get away from me." You didn't want this to be the woman that you fell in love with, but it made sense. Before, there was nothing about Wanda that stood out to your senses. Even the weakest of fighters had something, but Wanda was nothing to your sixth sense. It would always explain how she was able to find you or could tell how you are feeling. The thought of loving something so evil should've made you feel sick. It upset you how little it did. "And I'm not your puppy, stop calling me that!"

"Really? 'Cause this," Wanda flicked the tag on the collar around your neck, "says otherwise." Her hands explored your body. Not even the darkness could get in the way of how much she cared for you. "You still love me and you will learn to accept that, especially if you want your little friends safe."

Your heart stopped. There was no telling how far Wanda was willing to go to keep you. If you couldn't handle her, your friends wouldn't stand a chance. "Fine, whatever. Just get off me." You said through gritted teeth.

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She was right. You did still love her. No matter how much you wanted to hate her, you couldn't find it in you. Every night you snuggled into her side looking for the comfort she'd given — and Wanda gave it to you without question. That didn't stop you from trying your hardest. Every slight disagreement escalated into a full-blown argument with the hopes she'd become irritated with you. It usually only left you in tears. Either you were frustrated that you couldn't escape or mad at yourself for still being in love with Wanda. She was stronger than you and more mature too.

"Mommy did this because she loves you." Such a heavy statement with the most jarring delivery. It made you sick.

"I don't want anything to do with your or that weird ass book." The edge in your voice had long disappeared. You couldn't keep up if you put your all into every argument. You wouldn't get very far wrapped up in Wanda's arms either, but something was better than nothing. "Just leave me alone."

Wanda kissed the side of your head. "We both know you don't want that." It was all she said because that was the only lie you told. Wanda was fine if didn't want to be what she had become, and she loved you for you. She could not stand by and watch you hinder yourself out of spite. "You're safer here, you're safe with me. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I let you go back to work knowing you'd get hurt?"

"You're not my girlfriend. You're a liar and a criminal." You shrugged Wanda off and got out of bed. "I don't know if you've noticed, but you kidnapped me and trapped me in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

Wanda pulled you back into the bed and pinned you down. "I'd let you go back if you weren't so disobedient." Her strong hands gripped your chin and forced it to the side. She began littering your exposed neck with love bites. "If I let you go now, you'll report me and I'll have to go away for a long time. We don't want that, do we?" She harshly sucked on the gentle skin of your neck.

Your body wouldn't listen to you. Every touch lit your body on fire. "Stop, please." You whimpered. The wetness growing between your legs felt like a punishment within itself. A shiver ran down your spine as Wanda's tongue glided over your neck. "Just let me go."

The desperation in your voice made Wanda's cunt throb. "But your parts are so sticky. Why don't you let mommy help?" Her voice was low and seductive. She has you wrapped around her finger. You'd never really say no to her. All your squirming came to a halt the second her hand slipped into your underwear. "I know you wanna go be big and play detective, but you have to learn how to be a good pup first."

Hate ran hot through your veins. Why was it so hard for you to fight back? She wasn’t controlling your mind or being more aggressive than usual. All you had to do was leave. Yet, your body chose to stay. You chose to let Wanda have her way with you.“T-that feels good.” You mumbled. Her fingers were cold, nothing like the warmth you had grown to love, but that made it easier to pretend it was someone else touching you. It wasn’t Wanda who was tugging off your clothes and forcefully stretching out your cunt. Wanda would never manhandle you so carelessly.

“Pretending I’m someone else doesn’t change the fact that you like it.” Wanda slipped her fingers inside of you with ease. She didn’t bother with taking her time. Two of her fingers made quick work of cunt. “You like it when I’m mean and you like being treated like some stupid pup that can’t do anything without a mommy.” Her thumb pressed harshly against your clit as she continued fucking into you. “Say it.” Her voice was so commanding and rough. “Say you like being mommy’s dumb little puppy.”

You frantically shook your head. “I don’t and I hate you!” Internally, you braced yourself for punishment. You thought maybe she’d spank you until you caved in or smack you for having the gall to say you hated her. Instead, she just went quiet. Her fingers pulled out of your cunt and left you hanging high and dry. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not your mommy, why do you care?” She rubbed her slick-covered fingers down your cheek. “Be difficult all you want, but I mean it when I say you are not to leave this house until you learn to be obedient.”

You were left cold, naked, and alone on the bed. Wanda didn’t even bother checking in on you that night.

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That’s how Wanda broke you. Apathy. If you didn’t want to listen to her, she felt no obligation to listen to you. It didn’t matter how many tantrums you threw or how loud you cried, Wanda didn’t care. She was perfectly content with waiting. You were the impatient one. Which was to say you didn’t even last a full week before crumbling without Wanda’s attention. After several days of breaking things and screaming your heart out, were tired.

It was cute watching you burn yourself out.

After a particularly rough night, you found yourself desperate for comfort. Your hopes that the Wanda you had fallen in love with would magically return were dashed. You had to learn to love the new one.

You stood in the entryway of the kitchen and watched as Wanda typed away at her laptop. It was hard to give up. Your suspect was sitting just feet away and you were about to let her win. If you loved her, there was no way you could turn her in. But you needed her. You needed someone to take care of you and Wanda was offering to be that person. All you had to do was let her.

Wanda looked up from the monitor and raised her eyebrows. She pulled out a chair from the table, but didn’t say anything to you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and slowly made your way toward her. The first thing you noticed was the darkness covering her fingers, but you decided to ignore it for the sake of your relationship and sanity. Just apologize to Wanda. Don’t argue and don’t ask any questions, just apologize. “I’m sorry.”

Wanda stopped typing and turned to look at you. You looked pathetic. So small and defenseless compared to her. That’s how she wanted you. “I’m going to need a little more than that. I know you can do better.” She cupped your face and used her thumb to caress your cheek.

You sniffled in an attempt not to cry. You couldn’t believe you were really about to do this. “I’m sorry for being so mean to you. You wanted to take care of me and I was being ungrateful.” Part of you felt sick, but the other part was relieved. You were torn. Should you go back on your word or should you just accept your situation? You felt empty, but at least Wanda felt warm again.

Wanda leaned forward and placed a kiss on your lips. “I’m proud of you, baby.” Her arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a tight hug. “I know that was hard for you,” She whispered. There was nothing she could comfortably do about your shame, but she could love you. She could train you to love yourself. “Are you gonna learn to be mommy’s good puppy?”

You nodded and buried your face into her neck. “I’ll be good. I promise.” You let yourself be guided to the bedroom. There was no doubt about what would happen next. She’d claim you all over again and you'd let her do it. Denying yourself was so hard. "I wanna be mommy's puppy again."

Wanda laid you down on the bed and straddled your hips. "You were always mommy's puppy. Just because you have a bad time doesn't mean I don't love you anymore." Her hands slipped underneath your shirt and immediately began playing with your nipples. "Mommy loves her puppy detective even when they're mean and trying to hurt her feelings." It took almost nothing to get you all mushy and obedient. She took her sweet time stripping you naked. Leaving kisses and hickeys over every inch of newly exposed skin.

This time, you didn't try to hold back. You let yourself get lost in the comfort of Wanda's weight on top of you and the way she held you. You weren't ashamed of the wetness growing between your legs or the desperate little noises coming from your mouth. "I need mommy, please?"

Wanda smiled fondly as she let her hand wander down to the wet patch in your underwear. "Oh puppy, you're such a mess down here. I promise I won't tease you anymore." A heavy strap-on appeared around her waist. "Lay back and let mommy fill up your little puppy parts." She grabbed the base of the toy and circled it around your clit.

"It's too big." You immediately clung onto Wanda as she thrust the toy inside of you. It practically split you in two, but it felt so good. "G-go slow, it's too much!"

Wanda giggled at your sensitivity. "Baby, I haven't even moved yet." She carefully leaned down to kiss your forehead. Her hips moved as slowly as they possibly could. Every distressed whimper and small whine earned you another soft kiss from her. "I know it hurts now, but I promise you it'll feel good soon."

Wanda was right. Eventually, the pain subsided and you just felt full. The pace Wanda set for you was deep and slow. Whimpers turned into moans. You were starting to lose yourself fast. "Thank you, mommy. It feels so good."

One of her hands pinned both of your wrists above your head. The needy whines coming from your mouth were music to her ears. "Don't be shy, mommy loves hearing how good she makes you feel." Her pace slowly got faster until you were practically screaming for her. The hand she wasn't using immediately began to massage your clit. "Is my sweet little puppy gonna cum already? It's okay if you do, mommy's here to help you afterward."

Your face burned as you desperately tried to escape Wanda's nimble fingers. "N-no, I can…I can hold it!" You most certainly couldn't. Wanda was going to make sure of it. Never had Wanda denied you and she'd never let you deny yourself. "Mhm, I'm cumming! It's coming, please slow down!"

Wanda did no such thing. Instead, she trapped you in a passionate kiss as she continued rutting into you. "Come on, baby, make a big mess for mommy." Her thumb continued to torture your poor overstimulated clit until she was satisfied and sure you had gone as far as you could. Once she was done, she slowly pulled out of you and let you go limp against the mattress. "There we go, you look so cute all fucked out for mommy." She bent down and peppered kisses all over your slick-covered thighs. "I'm going to run you a bath, okay? Just stay still and relax."

For a moment, you were in pure bliss. Mindless, completely satisfied even.

Then everything began to settle in. It didn't matter how gentle Wanda was. She was a killer. You'd given yourself up to a killer and enjoyed every second of it. Not only that, but you were going to let her keep killing. You were just as bad as she was. Maybe even worse for being bribed with something as simple as good sex.

You were a dirty cop now.

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wheredafandomat · 2 years ago

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Bookshop girl 📚

Avenger! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains mentions of books, sex and awkward situations 😂 contains smut

Confident, assertive, equanimous and poised were words that were often used to describe Loki. In Asgard he was a prince, charming and suave and he entered Midgard a force, something to be feared, someone that garnered respect and yet he found himself pacing the common room, biting his nail nervously as he rambled about his insecurities to Thor who was doing little to soothe him. Just as Thor opened his mouth to speak, Bucky entered the room, taking in the scene.

“What are we talking about?” He questioned, noting Loki’s furrowed brows as he paused, turning to face him.

“Nothing.” Loki answered at the same time Thor answered “bookshop girl.”

“Oooh, bookshop girl.” Bucky grinned as Loki narrowed his gaze at Thor.

“She has a name.” Loki tutted.

“I know, I hear you saying it whenever you’re—” Bucky began, doing an uncouth hand gesture before Loki interrupted him, pushing his hands down.

“Stop!” He almost pleaded.

“I’m just sayin’ thin walls and super soldier hearing” Bucky shrugged, ignoring Loki’s scowl “anyways, what seems to be the problem?”

“Loki has a date with her tonight.” Thor answered, causing Loki to cut his eye at him before speaking.

“It’s not just a date, it’s the date.” Loki explained.

“The date yeah?” Bucky teased, wiggling his brows.

“Yes, at least I think so, she’s invited me to her apartment for dinner and I’m not sure what the etiquette for these things are.” Loki sighed.

“You go to her place and you bang her.” Bucky spoke matter of factly making Loki’s eyes widen in shock.

“What’s going on in here?” Steve asked, walking into the room.

“Loki’s finally gonna bang bookshop girl tonight.” Bucky answered, Loki huffing and rolling his eyes.

“Nice” Steve noted earnestly, patting Loki’s back “I hope you’ll be respectful and use protection of course.” He added.

“If you do not remove your hand from me within the next three seconds, I’ll be forced to—” Loki began before Steve took a step away from him, holding his hands up.

“Okay, okay.”

“Norns, why did I even bother confiding in you dimwits?” Loki puffed, pressing his fingers to his temples.

“Here’s what you do” Bucky began, setting the scene as he raised his hands up into the air, seemingly gesturing to some kind of imaginary thought bubble “you buy her some pretty flowers, some chocolate, maybe even bring a bottle of wine and then you seduce her, massage her shoulders a little, caress her and then when she’s like putty in your freakishly large hands, she’ll be tearing your clothes off and that’s when you kiss her and show her how an Asgardian prince fucks.” He finished with a wide smile.

“Things are so much more confusing here with women.” Loki groaned.

“I know buddy, I know.”

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Hearing your bell ring, you gasped, realising that Loki was on time. You quickly buzzed him in, standing anxiously at the front door. You smoothed down your dress and then your hair before quickly glancing in the mirror at yourself. To say you were nervous was a criminal understatement. This was the first time Loki was coming over and you wondered whether tonight was the night you’d—

The door knocked, making you almost yelp as you lost your trail of thought, opening the door.

“Loki, come in.” You smiled when your eyes met, almost all your nerves slipping away as you looked at him; it was Loki, your Loki.

“These are for you.” He spoke, handing you a bouquet of roses and a bottle of wine.

“Thank you.” You beamed, bringing the bouquet to your nose before inhaling. They smelt sweet. “These are gorgeous.” You continued to smile, gesturing him inside.

“Gorgeous flowers for a gorgeous lady.” He answered, leaving you biting your lip. “Something smells amazing.” He remarked, following behind you as you walked towards the kitchen.

“That’s dinner, it’s almost ready.” You answered. “Sit down.” You told him, directing him to a chair at the kitchen table. Pulling out thechair, Loki sat down, watching you as you grabbed a vase for the flowers. Turning your attention to the stove, you began plating the food, unaware of Loki standing up and making his way towards you. Standing behind you, he placed his hands on your shoulders before he began massaging them.

“I’m really ticklish.” You giggled before you started to squirm, the plate unsteady in your hand. “Stopp.” You laughed, Loki smiling and continuing thinking you enjoyed this judging by your reaction.

“Stop!” You yelled, spinning as you flung the plate, the food landing all over him before you gasped in realisation. “Oh gosh, oh Loki, I’m so sorry” you apologised profusely “I’m just really ticklish.”

“Honesty it’s fine, my apologies.” Loki replied.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” You spoke, beginning to unbutton his shirt without even realising your actions and just wanting to do something, anything to rectify your actions.

Bucky’s earlier words ringing in his head again; something about putty and kisses, Loki pressed you against the counter as he kissed you deeply, a kiss that you returned before breathlessly pulling away.

“Woah.” You murmured.

“Let me take you to bed and show you how an Asgardian prince fucks.” Loki winked, your eyes rounding before you entered a tense ten seconds of just staring at each other. “I’ve said something wrong haven’t I.” Loki figured.

“Um”

“I think I should-I should leave.” He stuttered, turning away and walking back towards the front door.

“Loki wait” you called after him, following behind him. Turning around, Loki looked down at you as you spoke “you’ve got—” you mumbled, reaching up to grab a piece of pasta from his hair, a mortified expression on his face as he realised.

“Goodnight y/n.” Loki rushed out, pecking your cheek before leaving.

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“How did it go?” Bucky asked once Loki was back at the compound and drinking apple juice out of a wine glass in the kitchen.

“Awful” Loki groaned “no thanks to you.” He added sarcastically.

“Hey don’t blame me, my methods work.” Bucky spoke defensively.

“Yes well maybe on your one night wenches but not my y/n, she’s precious and sweet and she-she always smells like honey for some reason and I-I ruined things and now I hate myself and norns I already miss her.” Loki lamented.

“You could always try apologising.” Bucky dismissed nonchalantly, stepping past Loki. “Bookshop girl I presume.” He greeted, looking at you who had just arrived moments ago.

“S-sergeant Barnes.” You almost gasped, looking up at him, Loki feeling dizzy as he heard your voice.

“At your service doll.” He saluted before leaving.

“Y/n.” Loki gushed, turning to face you.

“Loki.” You smiled.

“Oh y/n, I’m so sorry I ruined our night.” He apologised, making his way towards you before holding your hands in his.

“No, you left before it even started.” You answered coquettishly.

“What?” Loki questioned, confused by your expression.

“I’ve wanted to do that with you since we first met but I thought you wanted to take things slowly.” You explained, feeling slightly timid now.

“I thought you wanted to take things slowly.” Loki replied.

“I—”

“Jesus just get to it.” A voice sounded from outside.

“Y/n, would you like to come to my room, with me.” Loki offered.

“I’d love you” you smiled before realising your blunder “I mean I’d love to.” You quickly corrected before Loki guided you towards his room, holding your hand.

Once you both entered, you spent a moment taking his room in. You had seen parts of it before during FaceTime calls but never in person like this. It was so, him. After drinking his room in, you turned to face him, his gaze intense. Leaning in, you stood on your tiptoes as you kissed him, Loki’s hand finding your cheek as he kissed you back. Your tongues met, the kiss growing messy as his hands smoothed over the contours of your body before moving across the curve of your ass. He lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you towards his bed. He laid you against it, the soft duvet hugging you as Loki’s lips moved to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked on the exposed flesh before meeting your lips again. You began undoing the buttons of his shirt before he stopped you.

“I’ve got a quicker way of doing that.” He spoke coyly as you smiled up at him. Before you knew it, a shimmer of green surrounded you both as you continued looking up at him with a simper before it fell, the green dissipating and Loki still fully clothed. You opened your mouth to speak before realising you were naked.

“Oh my god.” You gasped.

“I’m so sorry.” Loki panicked.

“No, it’s fine, just, just get naked, now, please. Now!” You insisted, green surrounding you again before Loki too was naked. “Lord, you’re hung like a horse.” You gulped when you felt his cock nudging your hip bone. Loki looked down at you smugly after your comment. “I’ll need to-well-adjust.” You admitted.

“Of course, of course. Take your time. Whatever you need.” Loki insisted as you laid beneath him awkwardly.

“Go down on her dude.” Bucky shouted from the other side of the wall before Steve slammed a hand over his mouth.

“Shhh.”

“Whatt? He needs to get her a little wet” Bucky spoke nonchalantly “or use your fingers.” He called again.

“For goodness sake” Loki grunted, standing to his feet “are the walls really that thin.” He spoke angrily as you watched him placing his palms against the wall. “Right, now let’s try this out, oh Jamessssss. James!” He shouted, smirking when he received no reply. “Nothing, great.” He cheered, turning towards you as your eyes dipped to his semi hard cock, bouncing against his thigh with each step.

“What did you just do?” You asked, prying your eyes away.

“Enchant the room.”

“Sounds sexy.”

“Now they won’t hear us.” He explained as sultrily as possible as he stepped towards you before feeling awkward again at Bucky’s words mere moments ago. “Umm— would you mind if I- I mean only if you want.” Loki stammered over his words, gesturing between your legs as he reached the bed.

“Do whatever you want to me.” You almost whined after having watched his powerful manhood bobbling against his thigh, your submission making Loki’s eyes darken, almost possessed with confidence as he eyed your body hungrily, wrapping one of his hands around your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor, your legs open, either side of him giving his mouth direct access to your centre.

“Loki I-ughh.” You moaned when he suckled on your clit, no warning, just pure primal lust. Your fists bunched into the duvet beneath you whilst Loki lapped up your pussy with ardour. You moaned his name loudly, aware that no one could hear you both thanks to his enchantment. He sucked in the entirety of you, moving his face side to side as you ground your hips against his face. You glanced down at him, watching as he circled your clit with his wet tongue before reaching down to your entrance and breaching you slightly, his tongue firm. You reacted to his every lick with a small gasp, your body hurtling towards completion as he looked up at you through his lashes. “I’m so closeee.” You almost cried, Loki flattening his tongue against your clit before you came, jolts of electricity running through you.

He licked his lips as you floated back down from your high, your folds slick with arousal as he watched your clit throb. Loki was hard as soon as he tasted you, now, he was rock solid.

Looking down at him, still on the floor, you sat up, pushing him back against the floor with your hands on his shoulders. Loki kicked his legs out from underneath him, laying back against the floor as you straddled him, rubbing your sensitive clit against his length before slowly taking him in. Loki’s hands found your hips, guiding your movements above him as you fucked him slowly, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. You looked down at him, his eyes focused on yours as you pleasured one another. Your movements sped up, both of you moaning, desperate for release as your walls squeezed around Loki’s cock, prompting his climax.

It wasn’t long before you were both back on the bed, Loki showing you how a real Asgardian prince fucks, twice more that night before you both fell asleep in a post cotiois bed, the aroma of sex clinging to the sheets.

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The following morning, you put on one of Loki’s shirts as he insisted you come for breakfast with him in the kitchen. Despite your nervous reluctance, you gave in, both of you walking hand in hand towards the kitchen. You stood behind him once you reached and the sound of earths mightiest heroes eating together came into focus. He wrapped an arm around your back, comforting you before he spoke.

“Everyone” he began, the room falling silent to look at you “I’d like you all to meet y/n.” He finished.

“Bookshop girl.” Almost everyone smiled in recognition leaving you flustered.

“You told your friends about me.” You giggled, Loki kissing your cheek.

“Come sit down.” The woman you instantly recognised as Wanda offered, tapping the seat next to her. You looked at Loki who nodded before you made your way to her and sat down.

“I’m proud of you.” Thor spoke, standing next to Loki as he watched you.

“Yeah, good on you.” Steve congratulated, patting Loki’s back.

“Hand on me, remove it.” Loki answered, Steve doing just that before Loki sat next to you, bringing a strawberry to your lips.

Every other word in this was sorry 🤣🤣

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starnervefan · 3 months ago

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Some people have asked me how Detective Fear and Thief Joy's first meeting would go, so here goes...

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Detective Fear AU: Fear and the Thief

(about 2,000~ words)

His lungs were burning by the time he made it up the stairs. He huffed and puffed, leaning against the guard rail to steady himself. As he caught his breath, his lips curled into a smug smile. The thief had nowhere to run now. She was cornered.

He burst through the door and onto the roof, training his revolver on the shadowy figure. "All right!" he called out. "Put your h…ha…."

The words died in his throat as the thief pulled back her hood, exposing glowing, golden skin and a crop of short, shimmery blue hair. She wiped the back of her gloved hand across her forehead and checked her belt. Only then did she turn her head in his direction, her blue eyes wide and startled. And what beautiful eyes, like great pools of sapphire, filled with an entire galaxy of stars…

Fear and the thief stared each other down for several long moments. No sound could be heard but the brisk September wind sighing between the skyscrapers, and the far-off sounds of traffic, many floors below. A siren wailed in the distance.

Fear slowly lowered his gun, almost involuntarily. Threatening this blue-eyed beauty with violence suddenly seemed a tad extreme. At a glance, she seemed so sweet and pure, her skin's glow casting an angel's halo around her exposed head and neck. Surely somebody this lovely couldn't possibly be bad?

In his line of work, he had come into contact with all manner of criminals. Even the women, beautiful though they may have been, had an air of hostility or cruelty to them. But Fear couldn't detect even the slightest hint of malice in the thief's face or posture. She warily fixed him with her wide, innocent eyes, clearly on guard for his next move. Perhaps he could talk her down? He cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

"I… I… um."

His tongue refused to cooperate, tripping over itself as he stammered incoherently. The thief furrowed her brows and cocked her head to one side, scrutinizing him thoughtfully. Fear felt his face begin to heat up beneath her appraising stare. Well, it would have been a good idea, if I could actually talk…

A slow smile crossed the thief's pixie-like face, her lids lowering. She ran a hand through her sapphire locks and struck a pose, resting a palm on her cocked hip. Fear suddenly felt exposed as she looked him up and down. "Well, hi there, Inspector Cutie," she purred.

Fear glanced behind him uncertainly while trying to keep one eye trained on the glowing beauty before him.

"Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, handsome." The thief sauntered toward him, flaring her hips with each step. She grasped him by the tie and slowly smoothed it down. Fear sucked in a breath, his spine tingling at her feather-like touch. "Tell me, what's your name?"

"I-it's… I… buh..." Fear could only stammer and sputter, the heat beneath his collar quickly becoming unbearable.

"'Fear', huh?" Even the simple way she said his name sent his head spinning.

He frowned suddenly, his focus snapping to attention. "Wait. H… how did you…?"

The thief held up Fear's police badge with a smug grin. "It's on this."

Fear gaped. He hadn't even noticed her swipe it from his coat pocket. "H-hey, g-give that back!" he squeaked, with as much authority as the crack in his voice allowed. He made a grab for it, but the thief giggled and held it out of reach, taking a few steps backward.

"Well, since I know your name, I'll tell you mine," she offered. "It's Joy. Master Thief Joy. My card." She produced a small piece of cardboard from seemingly nowhere and flashed him a glimpse of flowery text surrounded by sparkle and flower patterns.

"Um…" was about all he could think to say in response. Why does a thief need a business card? he wondered.

She thrust the card at him and he took it, perusing the text. You have been hoodwinked by Master Thief Joy! Have a stupendous day!

"That's my calling card," she explained, as she examined something in her hand. "Hey, is this your girlfriend? Oh, I'm so jealous - she's very pretty…"

"Huh?!" Fear's head snapped upright. Joy was now holding his wallet, going through his personal family photos. His face reddened in frustration. "G-give me that!" he demanded.

He made an impressive lunge toward her and this time, managed to knock the wallet out of her grasp. Coins tinkled as they bounced to the asphalt and papers flew everywhere. Fear desperately scrabbled to collect all his paper money before the chill breeze blew it away. When he stood, puffing and panting, Joy still held onto the photograph she'd been looking at. She held it up casually.

"Your girlfriend?" she prompted, as if nothing had happened and they were having a perfectly normal rooftop conversation.

"N-no, th-that's my mom," Fear grumbled, red in the face as he hastily stuffed his cash and belongings back into the cramped confines of his wallet. "And hand it over!"

To his surprise, Joy obliged. "You two look very close. That's so sweet!" she cooed, clasping her hands together.

Fear drew back from her, squinting. "This is… this is a trick, isn't it? Y-you're just… t-trying to c-confuse me, or… or something."

"Is it working?" she asked, batting her lashes disarmingly.

Fear frowned at her. She'd just openly admitted to… whatever it was she was doing. He should be angry, but the twisting sensations in his stomach and the giddy, lightheaded dizziness that had started the moment he'd seen her face had him thoroughly distracted as he fought to keep a clear head.

His heart skipped a beat as he suddenly realized that his hands were empty. He patted himself down and looked around absent-mindedly. While he'd been fumbling around with his wallet, where had he put…?

With an awful premonition, he slowly turned his head to the thief, who, sure enough, held something black and shiny in her sticky fingers, turning it over and examining it thoughtfully.

His heart stopped. He broke out in a cold sweat as his life flashed before his eyes. He hadn't even noticed her swipe his revolver. He was a goner now for sure! He put his hands up and prepared to plead for his life…

… but instead of shooting him, she grasped it by the muzzle and handed it back to him, grip first. His hands shook with adrenaline as he buried it safely in its holster. Joy inclined her head to the gun.

"Ya know, those things are awful dangerous. Somebody could get hurt," she smiled innocently.

Fear took deep breaths to try and calm himself, almost hyperventilating. "N-n-nobody has to get hurt," he heard himself saying. He tried to reason with the thief: "L-listen, uh, w-would you maybe consider returning that diamond?" He pointed shakily at the pouch on her belt, where something glinted from within.

"Oh, this?" Joy looked down as if noticing the pouch for the first time. "Sorry, no can do."

"Then, uh…" He coughed apologetically. "I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me."

"As entertaining as that sounds, no." She smirked at him incredulously. "Are you saying you'd actually let me go if I gave it back?"

"Uh, well, I don't… actually have the authority to do that… I mean, we have a laundry list of your offenses… but I could talk to people, explain the situation," he offered.

Joy looked at him oddly for a moment, before a wide grin slowly spread across her face. She placed her hands on her hips. "Okay, 'fess up, Inspector. Why are you being so nice to me? Do you like me or something?" she teased.

"H…huh?" Fear found himself beginning to blush once more. "I… b-but I'm just… t-trying to do my job…"

"None of you police-types have ever actually given me a choice in the matter before," Joy mused. "It's always, 'You're coming with me' or 'Come out with your hands up'. But you…" Her eyes lit up, practically sparkling with delight. "Here you are, treating me like an actual person! You must be the sweetest detective I've ever met."

Fear couldn't help it. His face split into a silly grin before he could stop it. He quickly slapped his hand against his face and turned to try and hide how flustered he was, but his palm couldn't stop the spout of goofy giggling that escaped his lungs.

Joy laughed lightly in return. "Oh, you're a cute one, Mr. Detective. I think I'll keep my eye on you."

Fear fidgeted, wringing his tie in his hands and trying to fight down his bashful grin. "S-so… um… any chance of you… uh… cooperating with me? I-I'll m-make sure they treat you well…"

Joy suddenly seemed distracted, glancing skyward. "Oh, finally!" she burst out, her face lighting up in a relieved smile.

For the first time, Fear took notice of the massive shadow suddenly falling across the roof. He whirled, looking up so fast his head spun.

A dirigible hovered over them, engines whirring loudly. The wind whipped fiercely around them, prompting Fear to hold tight to his hat. He could just make out a length of rope dangling from a window of the gondola.

"Well, it's been fun, Inspector, but I gotta go," Joy declared, giving him one last playful smile. With her cloak streaming behind her like a banner, she hopped effortlessly onto the parapet and grabbed the rope, giving it two sharp tugs.

It took him a moment, but slowly his wits returned. "W-wait!" Fear cried out, belatedly giving chase. "Y-you can't leave now! I-I need that diamond!" He came to an abrupt halt as he slammed against the parapet, making a desperate grab for Joy's belt as she dangled freely from the edge of the building. She twisted easily out of his reach.

"Let's do this again sometime," she purred, swinging back around so she could stroke his chin with a single glowing fingertip. "And oh, don't look so glum. I'm sure we'll see each other again very soon!"

As the airship ponderously turned and floated away into the heavens, Joy clung to the rope. He thought he saw her blow him a kiss before she turned away. He watched her longingly, hardly able to breathe.

He watched until the airship was a mere speck on the horizon, then he watched some more. Slowly he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Geez. What… what just happened…? He drew out Joy's calling card from his coat pocket, turning it over in his hand. You have been hoodwinked by Master Thief Joy! it read. "I'll say," he muttered to himself.

The door to the rooftop burst open with a bang. Fear jumped and whirled around, fully expecting to find trouble, but it was only Anger.

Anger's thick chest heaved as he stood in the doorway, glaring at Fear. "Well?" he panted. "Where is she?"

"She…" Fear stuffed the calling card hastily back into his coat pocket. "Sh-she… uh, she left."

"She's gone?" Anger demanded, dumbfounded. "You let her escape? How did she escape?!" He looked around, his scowl darkening dangerously. "There's nowhere to run! You had her right where you wanted her!" he yelled, throwing his arms wide. Fear shrugged helplessly with a nervous giggle.

"Seriously, how did you let her slip away?" Anger growled, stomping over to the edge of the roof.

Fear shrank away from him, intimidated. "Well, see, there was this airship…" he began uncertainly. "A-and it just kind of… swooped down out of nowhere, and then… she was gone."

"An airship?" Anger repeated incredulously. He narrowed his eyes and glanced to the sky. He clenched his teeth, the air above his head beginning to steam. "I don't see any airship."

"W-well, it was-- it was right there…" Fear stammered, pointing. "A-and a rope came down, and Miss Joy-- th-the thief grabbed onto the rope and sailed away."

Anger wiped his palm down his face in exasperation, muttering and grumbling. He took a deep breath, trying his level best to be patient. "Can I get a description of this magical, mythical airship?" Fear thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Did you happen to see who was driving the thing?" Anger prodded. Fear shook his head again, his face burning with humiliation.

"Do you know anything useful at all?!" Anger burst out, taking off his hat and throwing it to the ground, frustrated. He always did this when he got angry, partly because it just plain felt good, but mostly because whenever he lost his temper, the top of his head would burst into flames. Fear had lost count of all the hats Anger had burned to a crisp because he wasn't fast enough to fling them to the ground.

Fear tried desperately to think back to just a few minutes earlier, but he drew a blank. All he could see in his mind's eye was Joy: her face, the stars in her eyes, her teasing smile and long, supple legs…

"Fear? Earth to Fear?!"

Anger's voice snapped him out of his reverie. He became aware that his partner had grabbed him by the arms and was shaking him roughly.

Fear did his best to come up with an explanation, but he could only sigh heavily, his back drooping in defeat. "I… I'm sorry. I… I guess I just wasn't… fast enough."

"Our client isn't gonna like this," Anger rumbled, shooting Fear a dark look. "You'd best have a better explanation ready for when we get back to headquarters empty-handed." Fear winced with dread, knowing that Anger was right.

As he followed Anger down the stairs and out onto the busy street, Fear buried his hands deep in his pockets and scowled at nothing. He felt so foolish. Miss Joy had just been playing with him, stalling for time until her buddies showed up. Why, she was probably laughing at him right now, telling whoever was on the airship with her all about it. Just thinking about it made his neck burn with embarrassment.

And yet…

He gazed dreamily up at the clouds across the moon, the same bright moon that had overlooked him and Joy on the rooftop. There, beneath that same moon, under those very stars and wispy clouds, he had felt something. Something that he couldn't see or explain. Something about Miss Joy had struck a chord deep within him, and he knew that he would never be able to forget her.

#inside out #fanfiction #writing #my writing #detective fear au #starnerve #joy x fear #fanfic #au fic #inside out au #detective au #detective x thief #long post #this is my first time posting my writing anywhere so please be nice

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pendarling · 1 year ago

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For a heads up: it gets spicy near the ending

CW: Language

Hero stepped back as Villain kicked the attacker in the stomach for the fourth time. The criminal had been following them home, and just as Hero thought, they couldn't run into trouble when in civilian clothes. But the universe definitely had a surprise waiting for them.

Sure, it was a dark road, and yes, they walked alone at night, but Hero had enough strength to defend themselves. So, when Villain appeared out of nowhere, as Hero entertained the suspicious person, they were less than grateful.

"Villain, stop!" Hero grabbed their arm and separated them from the other.

The other criminal got up. "You'll regret this!"

They watched as they lept out into the dark empty street.

Villain spat on the floor and wiped a streak of blood from the side of their mouth.

"Oh my God, Villain. Must you follow me everywhere I go!" They pushed them back.

"Did you know that creep?!"

"No--"

"So, why are you complaining?"

Hero huffed an exhausted sigh and walked back down the sidewalk to their apartment. Honestly, even as an average civilian, how did they always come to get into problems?

"Hey, wait!" Villain chased them, "Why have you been ignoring me all week, huh?" their hand landed on their shoulder, and Hero shrugged it off without answering.

If Villain couldn't determine what upset them, that wasn't their concern.

"Come on, baby. You know how much I hate the silent treatment."

"Don't call me that."

Villain groaned, "Is this because of that thing from the brothel? Are you serious?" They playfully nudged Hero, "Are you actually mad at me for that??"

"Just stop talking to me, Villain! I thought we promised each other we wouldn't talk outside our missions!"

Villain waved a hand at them dismissively. "That's just work! This is now!"

Hero shook their head and moved their hair around the front of their face, obscuring it from view, "Okay, whatever. Just leave me alone."

"Oh wow... so, you're going to shut me out like that?" Villain stepped in front of them, stopping them in their tracks. Hero took a long pause, then tried sidestepping them, only to be blocked again. "Answer my question, Hero."

"I said leave me alone. You clearly have other priorities, and so do I."

"No, I get it. It's because you didn't like pretending we were dating, right? You were upset because I said you were my partner, and you just hated me so much--"

"Do you have to keep talking? I just want to go home." They moved to the side again and were stopped.

"It was just a stupid mission; look, if it upset you that much, just so you know, I don't have feelings for you like that."

"Okay-- great! Good for you!" Hero shoved them hard to one side, "You made that pretty fucking clear last week when you got your hands all over those women!"

Villain stood stunned at their reaction. Hero avoided eye contact and sped up their walking to get home. Their face warmed as tears just barely held onto them.

"Hero!" They jogged up next to them again, "Wait--no, I didn't-- I didn't mean it like that."

Silence.

Villain took their hand and pulled them back. "Stop. Let's talk."

"I don't want to talk. I'm done." They tugged their hand futility against Villain's firm grip, finding themselves stuck. They frantically wiped a tear that escaped them before the other could figure out their emotions had poured out.

"Don't do this to me." Villain pulled them closer.

Hero struggled against them until they came to their chest and quietly rested their head on their shoulder. "Stop it." Hero's strained voice was muffled by the fabric, their back shaking.

Villain patted them softly, hushing the other. "It's okay," They smoothed the wrinkles on their clothes, calming their nerves.

It was in between those gentle words that encouraged them to let go. To finally put to rest the awful pain in their chest they've allowed pent up for so long.

Hero dug their nails into Villain's clothes tightly, shielding themselves from the night air in the solace of their nemesis as they sensed a hand rub patterns around their back and another through their hair.

They didn't keep track of how long it took to calm down, standing in the centre of a sidewalk on an empty street. But the relief of having to no longer hide their frustration was worth it. Their sobbing stuttered to a stop through short gasps of breath and unexpected hiccups.

Hero lifted their head enough to meet their face, sniffling and shuffling to fix their image. "I-I'm sorry... I-" Their sentence was interrupted by another downpour of tears. Villain pulled them back in.

"Shhshh... take your time, dear. We have all night." They rocked them back to ease. Another moment later, they were continuing where they left off.

Hero wrapped their arms around Villain's neck, refusing to let go. Their legs ached from standing, but their mind was too focused on keeping their body close to Villain.

"Are you ready to talk now?"

Hero nodded, taking a deep breath and memorizing the scent of their rival. "...I'm sorry."

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry; I didn't realize I was hurting you."

"I was being stupid."

"I thought it was a natural reaction." Their fingers lazily curled up their scalp, massaging it, and if it wasn't for Villain's gentle motions, Hero was sure they'd put up a fight. For now, they were closer to falling asleep each time Villain spoke. Their voice would vibrate throughout their body, calming them.

They licked their lips, "I shouldn't have expected you to know how I felt. We were fake-dating for a mission, after all."

"That's true. But I..." their fingers stopped momentarily, Villain's eyes looking down the street, "I thought you really hated me."

Hero bit their lip with guilt. It was true; they were avoiding their feelings for them, but only because they knew it was out of line to do. They were certain distancing themselves from Villain would make them think of them less, but all it did was increase their desire to see them more.

They pushed off of them, red eyes begging for forgiveness, "I never hated you." They whispered. "I was afraid of what they'll say."

Villain slid their hand from their hair to their face, wiping the remaining tears from their face, "So, fuck them." They chuckled. A sharp smile they were familiar with rose.

Hero mirrored their face as their thumb gently rubbed the tears from their face. "It's so hard for me to admit it. I'm a bit hard-headed." They briefly glanced down, butterflies returning to their stomach all over again and that first love sensation appearing. "I kinda..." Hero focused on Villain's chest; it was inviting and pleasant, a warmth they couldn't describe easily. "I love you." They uttered in a soft breath.

Villain raised their chin up, "I love you too,"

The thumping in Hero's chest was unmistakable; they were falling hard for a criminal. Their eyes locked, and Hero shyly turned away.

"Good. So... that settles it." They smiled meekly under them.

"Aww... was that it?" They pouted jokingly. Hero laughed in response.

"Well, what did you expect?"

"Hmm," Villain pulled them in tighter by the waist, "I was hoping we could kiss."

Their cheeks turned scarlet while nodding at the suggestion. "Okay. Sure."

Their eyes met in the middle again, Hero noticing Villain flick their eyes down to their lips and back up again, almost asking for permission. They leaned in close, breaths heated and turning clouds in the night's atmosphere. Then, they pushed their lips together.

Delicate motions of small kisses led to longer, bolder shows of affection, with the biting of lips and desperate licks that begged to be let in. Hero breathed heavily, almost forgetting their setting as goosebumps grew onto their skin when Villain's hands smoothly snuck their way under their shirt.

It wasn't long until they involuntarily moaned into the kiss. It was harder to keep up with Villain's demands as they greedily took in their taste and pushed them back.

Hero found an opening and pulled away from their little space, panting with cheeks flushed and lips red. "Villain, wait. Not here-"

Their hands continued to prod up their chest and back.

"Where to, love?" The weight of Villain forced them to tumble back against a fence. Their mouth mercilessly patting their neck down to their collar bone and exposed shoulder.

"My... hhh..." Hero stifled another moan, their legs quivering. It took all their strength not to give out.

They pulled Villain in closer, heart racing and breathing next to their ear. Their eyes met again, Villain asking their question once more before sealing their lips together.

"Mhmm..."

"Where to...?" They breathed heavily, legs rubbing between their thighs. They shuddered.

"M-my apartment, not out here... Please," Their eyes squeezed shut at the mild sensation of teeth running down their neck again.

They hummed, lost in the passionate desire. "In a second." They whispered back lowly.

Hero swallowed back another moan.

In a second, they said.

~~~ MASTERLIST

#imagine your otp #angst prompt #jealousy dialogue #jealousy prompts #writing prompt #pining #pining prompts #enemies to lovers #hero x villain community #villain x hero #unrequited love prompts #romance tropes #fake dating #hero x villain #villainxhero #heroxvillain

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birdiewriteslit · 2 years ago

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i love everything you write so so much! 🫶💗would you consider writing more for warren? maybe a pt 2 to the engagement or honestly literally anything, i just love him but not a lot of people write for him LOL

yeah, i can totally do that! the lack of djats fanfics is criminal lol (also sorry it took a bit to respond. i’m still recovering and i had this queued to post yesterday and it just like didn’t?? so i’m begging with tumblr for that)

“summer wedding”

warren rhodes x fem!reader

part 2 to “engagement”

disclaimer last time i went to a wedding i was five years old so i’m making shit up also i don’t care if it doesn’t fit the show timeline bc i can’t be bothered to do research

kinda short and not proofread

You glanced anxiously out the open window. Gray clouds were beginning to fill the sky as the breeze picked up. You fidgeted with the ring on your finger while watching the waves become rougher.

“Would you sit still?” Camila said, trying to effectively braid your hair.

“Do you think it’s gonna rain?” You asked, still staring outside.

Camila turned her head to look at Karen for support, who sat on your bed. “Probably,” she said.

“Karen!” Camila scolded.

“What? I’m being honest.” She smoothed out her silk dress that matched Camila’s. “This is nice bedding, by the way. I really love what you’ve done with this place. Thank God he couldn’t convince you to live on that boat.”

You ended your staring contest with the ocean and met her eyes in the vanity mirror. “I compromised with a house on the water. It’s beautiful, but I am deathly afraid of hurricanes.”

“Well that’s unfortunate because it looks like one is upon us,” Karen said, reaching over to the nightstand for the champagne bottle. She refilled her glass and sipped it, looking smug.

“Are you drunk already?” Camila asked, a bit annoyed. “The wedding starts in an hour.”

“I sure hope not. You two are the only bridesmaids who are currently here. Not sure where Daisy is,” you said worriedly.

“She’ll show up later,” Camila assured, not sounding too confident herself. “And I’m not a bridesmaid, I’m the maid of honor.” She tied your hair off with a white ribbon and smiled proudly at you in the mirror.

Karen stood up from the bed and bent down to hug you from behind. She rested her head on your shoulder. “You look so beautiful, Y/n.”

You let a breathy laugh escape your lips as they drew into a wide smile. You brought your hand up to rest on her forearm. “Thank you, both of you. I’m so happy you’re here.” You felt your eyes well up unexpectedly.

Camila was quick to bring a tissue to your face. “Don’t go crying on us now,” she said, kneeling down to dab it under your eyes. “You know we’ll cry too.”

You laughed through your nose and smiled broadly. “I know.”

Karen pulled her arms away from your body to pat your shoulders. “Shall we get the dress?”

Camila nodded with excitement and rushed to the bathroom where your dress was hanging up. Karen followed close behind.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You sniffled and wiped your nose with the tissue Camila left in your hand. God, you were so emotional.

Three weeks ago, Warren was proposing to you on the beach, and now you were going to marry him in the same spot. It felt like a dream. None of this felt real, but all of it was happening.

Karen and Camila came back to the room, Karen holding the dress, and Camila holding onto Daisy’s arm.

“Daisy!” you exclaimed. “You’re here.” You stood from your seat and pulled her into a hug.

“Of course, I’m here. What? Did you think I wasn’t coming?”

You grimaced. “Do you want me to answer that honestly?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “No, I really don’t.”

Karen laid the dress out on your bed. Camila took Daisy’s dress off of the hanger and left the room with the other two women, closing the door behind them.

You removed your clothes and slipped into your wedding dress. The sleeves were long and were draped off the shoulders. The flowing skirt billowed onto the floor.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. “Camila!” you called.

She came rushing in seconds later. “What? Is something wrong?” A hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, my God. It’s so perfect.”

She grabbed your hands and whirled you around so she could take in the dress. “You are the most beautiful bride,” she said after a moment of studying the white fabric.

Her bright smile matched your own as she said, “Let’s go get you hitched.”

——————

The ceremony was better than you could have imagined. It was small, with only immediate family and close friends attending.

Chairs were set up on the beach in front of your new house. It was windy, but the breeze wasn’t chilling. You were still a bit concerned about the possibility of rain.

The moment you saw Warren down that aisle all your worries floated away. He looked astonishing in that white suit. He grinned at you like he knew you were nervous. He was too, but there was no doubt in his mind he was making the right decision when he saw you in that dress.

You said “I do” on the same sand he asked you to marry him on. The priest barely finished pronouncing you husband and wife before Warren was kissing you with a ferocity that made your knees weak.

You were overwhelmed with happiness during the reception. You almost burst into tears when Eddie and Camila gave their speeches.

Everyone was dancing around your backyard under the soft light of the lanterns decorating the sky.

It was so beautiful. Everything was perfect, and you were beyond ready to start the rest of your life with your husband.

#birdiewriteslit #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones #daisy jones x reader #djats #warren rhodes #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones fanfic #dj&ts #warrenrojas #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas x reader #warren rhodes fanfiction #warren rojas #warrenrhodes #camila dunne #karen sirko

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yukasyukasyukasyukas · 1 month ago

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Firestrom Headcanons

I love them so much

Both joined before the Venice accident, obviously. They only met after Phoenix had met the omega Jett so he didn't quite like her and Jett blamed him for her reputation being ruined. The issue was solved a week later because both of them liked DC.

Is Jett's name Joon-Hee or Sunwoo?😔

I'm gonna use Sunwoo bc it's easier to type💞💞💞

Sunwoo has a skincare routine that she follows religiously and every weekend her and Jamie have a spa day. She likes taking care of him and he loves to see her happy.

After the Venice incident, Jett was having a really hard time with everything. Phoenix helped her and offered emotional support and the young friendship she needed, that's how she started liking him.

Phoenix never really figured out when he started liking Jett, after they became friends it was so natural to like her romantically.

Despite loving each other and being so important to each other, they are on their early 20s and are impulsive, they break up over the smallest things but always get together again after a week.

They started dating before Skye joined the protocol, Reyna was the only one who knew since they didn't want Sage, Brimstone or Viper to find out, the non fraternization rule was going on after all.

After Raze and Killjoy's first discussion, Tayane asked them for advice and Jett told her to break up. She didn't break up.

Bi4bi

20yo

22yo

Since they were so close friends before starting to date, they have a friend-like relationship. Looking from the outside, one could doubt if they're friends or a couple.

The transition from their friendship to their relationship was very smooth so when they started dating, things didn't really change much since it was all already natural to them.

Middle brother of two sisters

Younger sister of a brother

Sunwoo isn't really close to her brother but she still texts him every once in a while to check if he's well. If he says he is she wishes him death.

Jamie is very close to his sisters and he calls them every week to check on them. They're also kinda close to Sunwoo, even though they never met in person

Jett's parents always made it clear that they preferred their well behaved, lawyer, straight, "normal" son over their tramp, criminal, queer, weird daughter and because of that she's not close to her family

Phoenix's hair is all well cared while Jett's hair is all damaged from the bleaching, east Asian water and the lack of care she takes.

Sunwoo has dated both men and women in her teenage years while Jamie only dated her. It was not lack of crushing.

They have a time at the day that they take to be with each other with no one disturbing them. Usually at one of their bedrooms, just cuddling

Despite their very caring relationship, in public they are more spontaneous and mess around with each other

#firestorm #jett valorant #phoenix valorant #jett x phoenix #phoenix x jett #valorant #valorant lore #headcanons #valorant headcanons #bi #bisexual

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hello-nichya-here · 3 months ago

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Which music videos would you say had Michael looking his best?

I think I might have answered that before, but whatever, it's not like I ever get tired of simping for MJ.

Smooth Criminal will always be my favorite because it has Michael at his coolest AND most gorgeous. That suit looks soooooo good on him (you'll hear me say that a lot), the hat is a nice touch, and his hair is all cute. Plus he flirted with four or five women through the entire dance, just as a casual reminder of "By the way, everybody wants me."

Also it got an extra "Dork Bonus" ever since I found out they had to do a ton of takes of that moment in which he blinks before doing the anti-gravity lean because, Michael Joseph Jackson, the man that can change his voice like crazy, dance for hours and hours, and do the fucking Moonwalk... doesn't know how to blink only one eye instead of both. Amazing. Adorable. Most precious thing I've ever heard.

Blood On The Dance Floor is another in which he looks really good - which is good since that video no budget, so the visuals would be carried by Michael's cool moves and charm. I really like the braid and I wish he had tied up his hair like that more often instead of always going for the ponytail. I loooooove the suit, red really is his color, and for some reason that is one of his clothes that always makes me go "I wonder what that fabric feels like." Plus the video is all about Michael being into a girl that is dancing on the table for him, I cannot be blamed for the dirty thoughts.

Speaking of dirty thoughts I cannot be blamed for... In The Closet. That video is a crime. It's literally Michael trying to murder his entire fanbase. He looks good in it, but the outfit is very simple. It's the way he was "dancing" with Naomi that is meant to kill us all.

(*repeats to self* I'm looking respectfully, I'm looking respectfully, I'm looking respectfully, I'm looking respectfully, I'm looking respectfully)

On a more wholesome note, one I'd say doesn't get enough love is his look in "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough." His hair looked great, he had that "boy next door" smile through it all, and, my weakness, he was wearing a really nice suit. And he looks SO happy and adorable through it???? And I'm supposed to just go about my day instead of watching it over and over to keep looking at him???? It's not fair????

Another underrated one: Ghosts. I did not know that I apparently have a kink for genuinely friendly supernatural beings that talk all sweet and polite and are real gentlemen that every child immediately gets attached to, but that also can and will scar your for life anyway if they feel threatened, but apparently I do. Also. Michael with long hair. Immediate heart eyes.

(Bonus points for the "Is It Scary?" bit)

Thriller and Beat It are kind of the same category of "Incredibly cool outfit that confirms my bias of prefering Michael in red"

Though "The Way You Make Me Feel" surely makes a good case for "Michael looks best in blue"

And "Remember The Time" did the same for Michael in gold (and his smile totally doesn't make me squeel every single time...)

"Bad" deserves an honorable mention too because oh damn, he looks so cool

"Scream" also deserves all the love (and so does Janet, obviously). Michael smashing that guitar went on my list of "Things I didn't know I wanted to see" and him straight up telling people to fuck off is on the list of "Things he should have done more often to save himself a lot of trouble"

I just love his hair, the clothes, the black and white filter, the vibe, and the way he and Janet mess with each other is adorable!

And Dirty Diana. Just... Dirty Diana. Need I say more?

To end the post, and still on the topic of Michael tempting the fangirls, "Come Together" should also be considered attempted murder

#asks #michael jackson #off the wall #thriller #bad #dangerous #HIStory #blood on the dance floor

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The Untold Story of Aaliyah

When considering Aaliyah’s track record, it’s befitting that her name means “The highest, most exalted one, the best.”

Her parents, Diane and Michael, decided on the name based on the high hopes and expectations they would have if they had a daughter. Her success as both a recording artist and actress actually makes the name of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Aaliyah made her dreams come true. At 22, she not only had a very successful recording career but also established herself as a motion picture actress and an accomplished business woman.

Born January 1979, Aaliyah Haughton, with her silky smooth voice, signed a record deal with her uncle in Detroit when she was just 12.

Two years later after she was signed, Aaliyah teamed with R&B singer songwriter R. Kelly to make her first record "Age Ain't Nothing But a Number." It was an instant success. The first single, “Back And Forth,” was a Top 5 hit on the Billboard Hot 100 and a No.1 R&B song.

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Billboard Magazine said Aaliyah "revolutionized R&B with her honey-coated voice and sultry mix of pop, soul and hip-hop."

Her signature style of a crop top or bandeau top paired with baggy jeans, with long hair partially covering her left eye, is emblematic of her "sweet but street" style and still emulated today.

Teen Vogue once wrote Aaliyah set the prototype for the young female artist of the ‘90s.

Meanwhile, Aaliyah became involved with Kelly and the two were secretly married when Aaliyah was just 15, in 1994, using falsified documents procured by a member of his inner circle.

R. Kelly and Aaliyah: A look at an illegitimate marriage

In 2019, federal prosecutors charged Kelly with scheming with others to pay for a fake ID for an unnamed female a day before he married Aaliyah.

The revised indictment accused Kelly of paying a bribe in exchange for a "fraudulent identification document" for someone identified only as "Jane Doe" on Aug. 30, 1994.

A day later, Kelly, then 27, married Aaliyah in a secret ceremony he arranged at a hotel in Chicago.

Her parents discovered this and quickly annulled the marriage.

But the scandal tarnished Aaliyah's reputation more than Kelly's. She was portrayed as a teen seductress rather than one of Kelly's first and many victims.

In 2021, a former backup performer for R. Kelly testified that she saw Mr. Kelly engaging in a sex act with the R&B singer Aaliyah around 1993, when Aaliyah was only 13 or 14 years old.

The woman, who testified under only the name Angela, told jurors at Mr. Kelly's criminal trial in Brooklyn that she was performing with Mr. Kelly on tour when she went to visit the singer on his tour bus.

But as she began to open the door, Angela said, she saw Mr. Kelly, who was in his mid-20s at the time, and Aaliyah "in a sexual situation," she told jurors. Aaliyah was seated in a chair, she said, and Mr. Kelly was kneeling and appeared to be performing a sex act on the girl.

Angela "closed the door abruptly," she said, and never spoke with Mr. Kelly about what she saw.

In 2021, at Kelly's trial, during which six accusers, including Angela, have said that Mr. Kelly had sex with them while they were underage, Angela's account stood apart from others: Aaliyah, whom Mr. Kelly married illegally in 1994, is the youngest girl that the singer has been accused of sexually abusing. And Angela became the first accuser to testify that she had seen the two engaged in sexual acts.

Aaliyah, who was one of the most celebrated music stars of the 1990s, has been a significant focus of Mr. Kelly's trial. The marriage of the two singers, using falsified documents when Aaliyah was 15 and Mr. Kelly was 27, prompted the first significant scrutiny of his encounters with underage girls.

Potential sexual crimes that date to the early 1990s would typically be too old to prosecute. But the racketeering charge, which claims that the singer, whose full name is Robert Sylvester Kelly, was the head of a criminal scheme that preyed on women and underage girls for sex, allows the government wider latitude.

R. Kelly sentenced to 30 years in prison for federal racketeering and sex trafficking charges

Angela said she first met Mr. Kelly around 1991, when she was between 14 and 15 years old. The singer began to have sex with her while she was underage and a student in high school, she testified.

On a separate stop in Washington, D.C., during the tour, Angela recalled that she and a group of other girls including Aaliyah were reprimanded for breaking the singer’s instructions. Angela told jurors that they had made a trip to a 7-Eleven convenience store for food, but that Mr. Kelly had told them not to leave their hotel. When he learned of their disobedience, he demanded sex, she said.

“Robert told all of us we would have to put out,” she said. “It was dues time,” she added, explaining to jurors that the singer often presented having sex with him as a form of paying their dues.

As Mr. Kelly’s conduct came under renewed scrutiny at the height of the Me Too movement, both installments of the “Surviving R. Kelly” documentary series delved into the accusations.

“If people would have protected Aaliyah, so many other girls wouldn’t have gotten touched,” a former boyfriend, Damon Dash, said during the second portion of the Lifetime series. “Aaliyah was like the sacrificial lamb for all that.”

"Surviving R. Kelly", the revelatory Lifetime documentary series that has illuminated the star’s myriad horrific sex crimes, grooming, and child abuse, detailed new allegations about the end of Kelly’s unlawful marriage to the then-teenage Aaliyah. According to multiple sources in the docuseries, Aaliyah’s family agreed to an NDA after the annulment with one source saying the family promised not to press charges if Kelly sold the family the rights to his first three albums.

Lifetime series include allegations about members of Kelly’s inner circle allegedly looking the other way at Kelly’s abuse of women, girls and also young men over decades, with Pratt saying that “He [Kelly] couldn’t do this by himself… it’s clear as day there were enablers.” Variety noted that the Aaliyah NDA came up during Kelly’s 2022 New York trial, though it did not receive widespread media coverage at the time; Chicago reporter Jim DeRogatis originally broke the news of the NDA, telling the New York Times Popcast podcast in 2018 that the agreement was a “harrowing document… A non-disclosure agreement on both her part and Kelly’s, vowing not to pursue further legal claims for physical abuse. So, it wasn’t just an underage sexual relationship, he hit her, allegedly, according to that court document.”

In federal court in 2022, a Chicago jury found Kelly guilty of three counts of child pornography and three counts of enticing a minor to engage in sexual activity. Aaliyah was named as Jane Doe No. 1 in that trial. 2022 also saw Kelly sentenced to 30 years in prison in a New York court after being found guilty on all counts in a sex-crimes and racketeering case, which saw testimony from 11 accusers (six of whom were underage when the abuse began).

Aaliyah's Singing and Acting Career: Impact and Legacy

Aaliyah changed the sound of R&B music and was one of the most beloved singers of the ‘90s.

Aaliyah’s sophomore album, “One in a Million,” catapulted her to fame with Timbaland’s innovative production and Missy Elliot’s songwriting. This album showcased Aaliyah’s unique style and her undeniable talent in the music industry.

"One in a Million" went double platinum after its release in 1996, and her third — and final — album, Aaliyah, dropped in 2001 and peaked at No. 2 on Billboard's top 10 list.

Aaliyah’s “Try Again” beat out Britney Spears’ ““Oops!... I Did It Again” video and Christina Aguilera’s “What a Girl Wants” to win best female video at the MTV video awards in 2000, another sign she was poised for super stardom.

In addition to her music career, Aaliyah made a name for herself as an actress, starring in films such as “Romeo Must Die” and “Queen of the Damned.” Her role in “Romeo Must Die” alongside Jet Li showcased her acting prowess and led to the creation of the iconic song “Try Again.” Aaliyah was also set to appear in “The Matrix” sequels before her untimely passing.

Sadly, two months after the debut of her self-titled album, Aaliyah’s life was tragically cut short when she died in a plane crash in the Bahamas after filming her music video “Rock the Boat” on Aug. 25, 2001.

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The Mysterious Death of Aaliyah: What Caused the Tragic Plane Crash?

Still, two decades later, an air of mystery surrounds what went so tragically wrong on Aug. 25, 2001, when an hour-long flight from the beachy shores of the Abaco Islands to Miami claimed the lives of the 22-year-old superstar Aaliyah D. Haughton and eight others. And, while her family and fans were still processing the sudden loss and an investigation into the crash was barely underway, Aaliyah’s death was quickly eclipsed by another tragedy, Sept. 11.

In the years since, there have been few explanations for why the plane was ever allowed off the ground in the first place. Arguments had broken out between Aaliyah’s entourage and the pilot over the plane being overweight. After the crash, it was quickly confirmed that the small twin-engine plane exceeded its maximum weight limit by several hundred pounds. Plus, the weight was not evenly distributed, which would have made the plane harder to control once it got into the air. The last significant update came in 2002, when a toxicology report found that the inexperienced pilot had cocaine and alcohol in his system.

The news adds to a long list of troubling stories implying that neither the pilot nor the plane were fit to fly, leading to lawsuits filed by the singer’s family and the survivors of other passengers on the doomed flight.

The investigation ultimately ruled Aaliyah’s death as an accident, with the coroner concluding that she died from severe burns and a blow to the head. The tragic event serves as a reminder of the importance of adhering to aviation regulations, ensuring the safety and well-being of passengers and crew alike.

In a 2021 book by journalist Kathy Iandoli, the unauthorized biography, Baby Girl: Better Known As Aaliyah (Atria Books, Simon & Schuster), the author describes the tragedy as one that was likely avoidable.

Iandoli also writes that according to a man who was a 13-year-old baggage handler at the time, Aaliyah, who had been resistant to flying that day, complained of a headache and was napping before being given a pill that he could not identify. The handler, named Kingsley Russell, helped deliver her water before she took the pill. She then fell back asleep and was aided onto the plane.

The Wild Conspiracy Theories Surrounding Aaliyah's Death

After Kelly's arrest, conspiracy theories have begun circulating on the Internet, shockingly suggesting that the Aaliyah's death may not have been an accident.

One of these suspicious theories claimed the singer could have met her end thanks to shady figures in the music industry.

Hinting that industry big-wigs may have become worried about her success, and feared that she might use her platform to out her ex husband's alleged actions, they shockingly suggested that her untimely death may have been an effort to silence her.

In 2024, P Diddy’s arrest sparks wild conspiracy theories involving also Beyoncé and Jay-Z in Aaliyah's death.

P Diddy, who collaborated with Kelly on the track Satisfy You in 1999, was arrested on September 16, 2024. Some of the similarities in the cases brought against Sean “Diddy” Combs this week and Robert Sylvester Kelly several years ago are evident at a glance: Both are world famous, powerful and influential musicians who were accused of sex crimes by federal prosecutors in New York City.

But Combs’ case echoes R. Kelly’s in another way: In each, prosecutors relied on a novel use of the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act, or RICO, to indict them on allegations of using that power and fame to wield the resources, businesses and people who answered to them to commit crimes – and attempt to cover them up.

Moreover, Radar Online reportedly spoke to R. Kelly about the situation back in March 2024 (when federal officers raided Diddy's Los Angeles and Miami homes). "I don’t believe none of this s**t," R. Kelly reportedly said of the Diddy situation. "You could tell me about Puffy, you could tell me about anybody. You could tell me on the news, the weather, the sky is blue, I’m not gonna believe the s**t. 'Cause I’m in it now, and I know what they did." Kelly claimed that authorities are "hunting" him, Puff Daddy, and other celebrities because of the "flagrant" way in which they handled their wealth, success, and capacity for power.

In a shocking twist, the arrest of hip-hop mogul Sean 'Diddy' Combs in New York City has also unleashed a whirlwind of conspiracy theories, linking some of the music industry's biggest powerhouses—Beyoncé and Jay-Z—to a shadowy underworld of criminal activities. The federal investigation into Diddy, centred on alleged sex trafficking, has rekindled long-standing rumours and fan-fueled theories about his connections with the iconic duo.

The most bizarre theory claims that Beyoncé and Jay-Z are somehow connected to the deaths of beloved music icons like Aaliyah, Left Eye, and Michael Jackson. Yes, you read that right—some theorists believe that the couple, along with Diddy, played a role in the untimely deaths of these stars, including Tupac. Well you wanna know why? Because these celebrities were “taken out” for refusing to fall in line with the industry’s so-called secret elite trio.

J. Cole's popular 2013 track "She Knows" has recently gained traction on social media, thanks to a TikTok conspiracy theory involving the deaths of Aaliyah, Lisa Left Eye Lopes and Michael Jackson.

The theory connects Beyoncé to J. Cole's song "She Knows," claiming that the rapper was referencing the singer in the title. The theory speculates that Beyoncé allegedly had knowledge of a supposed plan by Diddy and Jay-Z that resulted in the deaths of Aaliyah, Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes, and Michael Jackson.

Fans have drawn their theories from the lyrics:

"Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up / Rest in peace to Aaliyah / Rest in peace to Left Eye / Michael Jackson, I'll see ya / Just as soon as I die."

However, the insinuation that R. Kelly or Sean "Diddy" Combs, Jay-Z, and Beyoncé, were complicit in Aaliyah, MJ, and Left Eye's deaths is not proven by any official evidence.

Sources: The New York Times, Fox 5 New York, Variety, Billboard, People, Entertainment Weekly and Radar Online

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thequeendomhq · 5 months ago

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“He favours his right knee.” “He’ll favour the other one next.”

Raven hair pulled tight behind her, Astrid's fingers threaded one piece over another as the long, Iskaran braid began to take shape at the crown of Gunnhild’s head.

At sixteen she didn’t respect many. Her father never treated her like a child, he ran the cisterns, the criminal underworld of Yggdrasildal, and Gunnhild had started out as a thief. Then she was a thug.

Astrid didn’t have Gunnhild’s respect, at least not at first. Five years ago the woman had only seen twenty-three summers, a flavour of the month, but she’d been kept around where others fell away. Sharp, observant, and keen to make a name for herself, Gunnhild understood that some people had to work with what they’d been given.

“I envy you.” “You’re welcome to take my place.” “So young. So powerful. Your father raised you well.” “My father wanted a son.” Gunnhild smiled as Astrid finished and stood to run her hand against the smooth, shaved scope at the side of her head. “Your father wants a great many things.”

“And he usually gets them.” Gunnhild eyed her reflection in the polished steel plastered to the wet brick of the cistern. She saw a girl who’d broken so many bones that they had no choice but to heal twice as strong. A woman who’d been standing a foot above those her own age since she was only ten years old.

“I’ve never known you to walk away from a fight.” “Who’s walking away?” Gunnhild asked as she caught Astrid's gaze in the reflection of the makeshift mirror.

“You know what I mean.” “But you know not what you ask.” It was sharp, as was Gunnhild’s nature. A forked tongue that was too crude for flyting, one that only stilled under her father’s harsh gaze. “Winning isn’t everything.”

Astrid was silent because she did not need to speak, Gunnhild could hear her thoughts echoing within her own well enough.

“Feel your braid, Hilda.”

Thrown to the floor of the ring, Gunnhild’s body protested as she tasted iron across the tarmac of her tongue.

“Kill the bitch!” “Rip her fucking eyes out!”

Men always craved violence, but women were not so different. Gunnhild the brute had been to most of their doors at some point. Flanked by men twice her age and half her size sent by the girl’s father to collect a debt that was owed. It was a common saying that you could not get blood from a stone, but Gunnhild had a way about her. When the lives of children or spouses were threatened, it was a marvel what they could come up with.

“Get up!” “Gunnhild!” “Gunnhild get up!” “Fight!”

The crowd hated and favoured her, their wages split, but she’d spent a year earning her reputation here. Sigurd bet against her, Gunnhild the dutiful daughter, heir of rats.

When next Gunnhild looked the crack she felt along her jaw reverberated through her frame. She did not see stars, but an explosion of lights and sounds as the full weight of her body twisted upon itself before she once more hit the ground, hard.

A bleary-eyed stare lifted her gaze through the throng of grubby ankles and torn hems. Gunnhild could hear the abuse, the laughter that reverberated from the bellies of bloated, drunk men, and through the shadows she saw a pair of violet eyes watching her. A tail flicked through the shadows, back and forth.

Gunnhild stood and turned. She avoided the next strike with deft ease, instead of flesh the man that was more meat than a person brought his fist through the open air - broken only by the tail of her braid.

He was three decades her senior, harder, stronger, and carved from the same Iskaran stone as her. Gunnhild was faster, sharper, leaner, and far smarter. Before he’d recovered from the recoil of his stumble, she’d struck him four times over his rib cage, and under her knuckles came the deft feeling of cracking and popping.

The underground fighter turned to swing at her but Gunnhild was light on her feet, incensed by adrenaline and blood like a berserker driven mad, she subverted his swing, and then another before she followed up with one that sent blood spewing from his nostrils.

His nose flattened clean across his face, painting him like an overgrown elephant. Red-faced and enraged, Gunnhild heard the women within the crowd cheer her name and smirked as she moved in.

Bone cracked under the weight of her fist and the crowd roared around her.

Grown men pulled out their hair, but they didn’t earn her sympathy, those who did not cheer were the ones foolish enough to bet against her.

“Gunnhild!” “Gunnhild!” “Gunnhild!”

They thrust her fist into the air and Gunnhild’s smile was bright and broken. She took in the reverie, but it faltered when she met her father’s eyes. She’d cost him a fortune tonight.

Sigurd had been telling Gunnhild her worth for an age, but she never expected that her value would ever fall to disposable. Not when she’d worked so hard

“Victory again, Hilda.”

Her father’s man was equal part cruel and vicious, his henchmen just as merciless. They left her for dead, a notice to one of the local witchers that they’d found a witch in the cisterns.

Witcher. Kingsguard. First.

“Is this all that you can do?” Gunnhild paced in easy, intentional movements, a great axe hung carelessly at her side - its hilt held just a breath above the stone. “Is this all that you’re capable of?” For all the fear that the witchers imposed, it began with The First; she was not known for her kindness, kindness was easily misconstrued and when it was between witchers and the rest of the Iskarans there could be no room for error.

She knew better than most how precarious their position was, and how quickly the winds could change.

Gunnhild looked down at the wiry limbed child, watched as their veins pulsed and throbbed - poison protested its way toward their heart and she steeled herself once more for this moment.

“Did you really come all this way, just to die?” Her axe lifted the thin-faced progeny and studied the clarity and the vitriol behind their eyes. “You must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.”

She stood and watched as their body stilled, listened as their heart stopped, and then Gunnhild released a breath she did not know she was holding when it started again.

Forty years a witcher and Gunnhild had outlasted those of her graduating class by a decade now. She could feel the poison ebb at her veins but by now this discomfort was a familiar burn. Some said Gunnhild was too stubborn to die, that her life could not be spent until she’d twisted a cruel finger into every affair across the Kingdom. Her Mad High King had appointed her two decades ago, and for twenty years she’d curated the generations of witchers to come.

From the top of Witcher’s Watch, she saw the mountain descend from the sky, and felt the heat as it scorched the land with arcana that only the oldest of stories whispered about.

Beneath her the watch was evacuating, they’d need time to take their children and their secrets into Valkyrie’s Reat, time that Gunnhild would have to buy for them.

Her braid was woven at the top of her head like a crown, but as she sheathed herself in antimagic it fell to sweep the ground behind her. Gunnhild’s face was lined and scarred; she foresaw her Kingdoms fate, but her duty was to her people - and the Iskarans who spat at her name. Iskaldrik, this broken, beautiful, stubborn land of ego and violence would fall to something far worse. She saw its face as it scorched the earth and left nothing but waste. Ichorous shadows like ink whipped about her, the natural weaves of the world seemed to protest as the air itself bent around her.

She stepped onto these threads and took flight, sustained by means of rejection. Against the shadow, a stark line of Silverlight took shape as a mithril bow formed, arrows of shadow and mithril enveloped its shaft before they pierced the sky. Antimagic erupted against the mountain and an invisible field rippled around it - shielded, she fired again and again.

A handprint burned over her heart, though Gunnhild paid it no mind.

She envisioned a white flame and passed her fears to it as they floated through her consciousness.

She flew, and she fired.

From the mountain bastion, a ray of prismatic flames fired toward Gunnhild, engulfing her. The shadow of her ascent was blotted out as the blast struck through and erupted against the ground below, but as quickly as it had blotted out the inky shadow of her antimagic, the ray erupted from its center and split the sky apart in a blinding array of light. Her bow fell toward the ground but a great-axe had landed in her palm instead, with a two-handed swing Gunnhild roared, heaving it at the Aetherian's mountain barrier before she cracked its great mithril blade against a field of seven colours and watched as the barrier shattered.

Its defense brought to ruin, Gunnhild remained smoldering, she prepared to charge, but from thin air itself, three suddenly appeared and descended upon her: a man with hair like the sun, a woman wrapped in gilded armor, and a third with gray hair the colour of churning sea foam.

The grayed Aetherian raised a hand, smiled, and then the sky erupted once more.

I shall not fear.

THE BARRIER

A cold fog swept over the people that morning, most were awake already, charged and ready at the barrier. They knew that once the Olympians began it would only be a matter of time before the Aetherians descended to pick their bones clean.

At the Olympians’s order, elements bore down upon the barrier to strip it away layer by layer. Frost against fire, fire against frost, air against lightning. The prismatic force was a myriad of complexities, each field of the prism needed to be taken down simultaneously and yet one at a time as well. As quickly as they could tear through, it sealed itself shut again, as they were the Olympians would not manage it on their own.

The witchers of Iskaldrik stepped forward, and the words of their First echoed in their mind: fear is the mind-killer.

They sheathed themselves in antimagic, transforming as they rushed the barrier and carved into it with their mithril weapons. Cloaked in ichorous shadows, the force of the barrier closed down upon them. Flames washed over them, cold sunk into their nerves, acid ate away at their skin, and poison twisted away at their insides while lightning coursed through their bodies. Visions of horror flooded their minds in a blinding array as each of them gradually began to turn to stone.

Their King was gone, their purpose was their nation, united, and with the aid of the Olympians, they cracked open the barrier as it rippled with a flood of arcana that cascaded across the surface in an array. If the Aetherians did not know where they were previously, then they would certainly be upon them shortly. The prismatic barrier sat on the shoulders of the witchers, the force of it tearing through them little by little.

Iskarans rushed through, and the refugees passed under the mantle of the array while Aetherians poured down from the sky. A rain of prismatic flames washed across the Lostlands and one by one the witchers holding the field either collapsed or were pulled away. The barrier closed bit by bit until the last of it resealed into place and the pursuing Aetherians were trapped within, staring through the prismatic array at the Lysarans and Iskarans standing shoulder to shoulder.

Despite their condition, none of the witchers died. Their petrification eroded away from the barrier, their sight returned, and with time their wounds were healed.

For the Iskarans, what more could be said?

What could they say after two long months on the road? Sequestered with the blight, starved, and raided by darkspawn. They'd watched their children turn into ghouls and felt the bracing hands of the witchers holding them back as their fiendish offspring were cut down and buried.

They'd been marched through wretched storms and unbearable cold and barely held their grip in the jarring tundra of the Wastelands and the treacherous peaks of Ymir's most Northern Spine. They'd come face to face with Aetherians, and battle dragons, and still trudged through a swampish hell only to face what should have been an insurmountable challenge.

They had lost their homes, their families, and their livelihoods.

For a moment there was nothing but shock and uncertainty, then a choice of glee seemed to erupt. A chorus of an old song passed over stubborn Iskaran songs as the Queen of Haven swept open the doors and bid the nation welcome among her wolves.

A pack that would grow with those who wished to join her, and a border nation that suddenly doubled in size overnight.

Too many Iskarans were taken the night of the Nornwatch attack, but six returned, each carrying scars both seen and unseen. Over the hearts of five, a handprint had appeared. It didn’t take long for word to spread, among the elves one of the elvhen said it first: Hrimthur’s Heart. From there another adage began to follow: The Daughters of Manetheren and The Heroes of the Wastelands.

Their triumph over the abomination, Munin, spread like wildfire. Munin became the face of the darkspawn, a name that the Iskarans could attribute to all their woes concerning the blight. A skaldic young witch limped about Haven and spread the tale of their valor; inflating some aspects and deflating others. These brave stories spread from the Iskarans, through Haven, and across Lysara like a wildfire.

A Princess missing her eye stood now among the legionnaires, abandoning status in pursuit of a greater good. Aetherians had taken Iskaldrik, but she’d gazed upon Isengrim’s Embrace and knew that if left unchecked, the blight would see to it that there would be no Iskaldrik to return to.

A Steady blade had watched the princess cut off a dragon's head and took a knee. All her life she'd been Iskaran, she'd served a King, but she swore herself to the woman who she hoped would someday return to Iskaldrik as Queen.

A Shield for a Jarl was left touched by magic; the Iskaran woman knew nothing of witchcraft but now an unknown amount of years in wisdom sat idle across her mind. Lifetimes lived through the distorted lens of an altered fate, her task became siphoning the parts of her that were true and what was better left abandoned.

A Stationary woodcutter from the Iskaran Ironwood, signatures draped in a red riding cloak, had been kissed by the moon. An amulet of Aetherite was worth enough to purchase a fleet of ships ten times over, but what it gave her was so much more. Where it had come from and what it meant remained obscured by the fog of the blight, a fog she stepped toward. A wolf among the legionnaires draped in a cloak of red over armor of black.

A Path of shadows draped in raven feathers obscured her identity now. She drifted into the peripherals and faded into the background. Darkness had laid its hand upon her, and while she’d given little and told less, most never so much as learned her name.

A Gaze had turned toward the future and the horrors that she’d been made to endure. Orphaned urchin from the grimy streets, an Iskaran weapon meant to defend her nation. When the Legion of the Dead extended its hand, she stepped toward her Joining and set her eyes upon carving out the rot that settled around her Kingdom.

A Temperance of a sixth did not carry the mark, not a daughter of Manetheren, but a scientist. One who’d fallen through the veil but had turned away from uncovering more and chose safety instead. Wounded and battered, she would piece together the past in the hope of stitching what remained of their future. One who would fail far more than she’d succeed.

A Sword missing an arm carrying the rank of Kingsguard bore the mark of Hrimthur's Heart, engraved by the storm giant, Orum - though to what end, he could not yet say. He rallied those under his charge in the absence of The First and at the unwavering side of the Iskaran Heir; a sword to lead the witchers to their noble, Iskaran purpose - to someday hunt and kill the magi of Aetheron.

A Hero known as The Errant Knight began to spread like wildfire. From the bowels of a plagued, abandoned outpost, a slayer of blademasters and defectors from the Legion of the Dead had been cut down. He carried one of her swords, one a heron-marked blade wielded by a Crusader of the Light, his story would spread and in so would inspire others to walk the warrior’s path - not knowing the dark secret he harbored.

A Devout legionnaire wielding the weight of the bloodied arts of an Olympian or Ceres pulled countless from the brink of death. For months she’d worked to the bone, setting limbs and minds alike. Toiling day and night among Iskarans who’d have sooner spat at a witch than accepted her aid. What she knew better than most was what she’d known from her formative years: there was only one battle that mattered, the battle between good and evil. Life and death.

An Heir who now carried the ring of his father, wielding with it a power that as of yet ran unchecked. A prince who would someday be King, a man who carried a dark secret and an even darker burden - because now his people were looking toward him for hope. He was the face that they would pin their desire to return to the nation that was taken from them, and it would be his name they would remember should he fail.

An Oathsworn man who’d never thought to hold the mantle of leadership, but with every legionnaire above him cut down, there were few other choices. Should they make it through the barrier, then he’d stand as the Lysaran Field Officer, and march the new burgeoning Legionnaires to reclaim and rebuild Caer Glas Keep of the Silverlands.

A Runner had finally reached his destination, a woodcutter from the Iskaran South, a boy and his dog who'd lost everything along the way to find the family he'd known but never met. A home within a home, a life within a life, his purpose still yet undefined but one who'd carved out runes and seen a Storm Giant with his own eyes, living to tell the tale.

A Hand that was the voice of The High King watched as the man he’d sworn himself to, the man he’d betrayed, and the man he’d watched return from the brink of death, slip away. A maddening uncertainty addled the warrior famed as the Raven Feeder, once Orhan’s voice when he stood in the hall of Arethusa Mordecai, it was he who spoke on behalf of the Iskaran people.

One by one the people of Iskaldrik were vetted, the crimes in their nation were of no consequence to the Lysarans, and the supernaturals hidden among them were thoroughly searched for any connection to Aetheron, or the Blight. Within Haven, Queen Aurea gave the Iskarans everything they needed: food, lodging, and healing when necessary with the understanding that they remained by her good graces and they could continue to do so so long as her law was respected.

Overall, those who were not native to Lysara were sequestered within the lupine city for a month's time. One by one the Agents combed through every detail and made note of anyone of interest: changelings, vuldaks, cambions, devils, thieves, potential darkfriends and so much more. As was their nature, they revealed this only to their Sitters, and to those who were deemed necessary.

The prismatic field remained, no one could enter or exit, but it remained abundantly clear that

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This concludes Troupe 1: Journey to our Queendom. Thank you all so much for coming along on this, it has meant the world to me.

The Iskarans are in Haven, in the game it'll be about a month, but IC you're welcome to have them interacting and playing outside of the city.

The Agents of Minerva uncovered the secrets of most of the Iskaran refugees, they know their history - bloody and all. These aren't witches you can easily hide things from.

EVERYONE receives DM Inspiration on their next quest for either surviving and thriving in all the horror I put them through, their campaign actions, or their in-character actions. Additionally, each of these characters in the troupe is awarded 2,000 gp to spend on whatever they wish ( Call it a gift from a charitable wing of the Vanguard of the Light ).

A reminder that the wrap-up posts are due next Friday!

Congratulations on completing the tutorial, The Game has officially begun :)

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