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littlemissmiller · 3 months ago

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Bird in a Cage

Part 4: Under His Spell

Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve been Coriolanus’s guest for a while now, yet you still feel drawn to him rather than wanting to escape. One evening after you express how much you miss your family, Coriolanus decides to get your mind off things and shows off his lab.

Word count: 3.4k

Warning: 21+ (use of drugs), mentions of smut, non-con, degeneration, nicknames(slut, good girl), mentions of oral (f! receiving), use of aphrodisiacs, stalking, possession, dark themes, toxic themes, kidnapping

A/N: omg…I can’t believe i’m back to posting. i can’t believe y’all are still reading and some have been waiting a while for an update on anything so…here. this series is will be finished first before i get to Summer Highs and everything else i promised. it’s been such a struggle since i last put anything out, and im still working on feeling mentally better, but i do want to get back into writing. i hope you guys enjoy this and my suggestions are still open. i’m also welcoming any ideas for Summer Highs or a Joel fic and i may start writing for Nicholas Alexander Chavez 👀 so stayed tuned ♥︎

P.S. this was inspired by the Michael’s crafts white Halloween decor so iykyk

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After that morning, you felt different. Different about him and to a certain extent, the circumstances that brought you here.

Over the next two weeks, you slowly give up on your plans to escape. Seeing as you were under constant guard and his own watchful eye, escape felt impossible and eventually your family had been told that President Snow was hosting people near his palace as The Games approach. And somehow his web of lies worked. You still hadn’t seen them and you were starting to miss them dearly.

Coriolanus notices and does his absolute best to distract you. He sets up modeling gigs for you during most of the week, then he starts to pamper you. Every night treating you to the most scrumptious meals and the most relaxing baths. He starts to dress you more often, making sure to adorn you in the finest silk, cashmere, cotton and jewelry Panem has. He makes sure you get plenty of sleep and makes sure that the modeling gigs keep you front and center in the fashion magazines. This is all you could have dreamed of. You fall under his spell, yet the idea of freedom lingers in your mind. At the same time, it seems to miraculously fade away the moment he lays you down on his bed. In addition to luxurious treatment, Coriolanus knew how to take a woman to bed. His tongue was a drug, his mouth, a vice. He would lay you on your back, spread your legs and spend hours pleasing you. He loves your taste. Slightly bitter, but oh so sweet. He would take his time, dancing his tongue against your folds and diving into your cunt. He loves to make you moan and squeal.

Coriolanus always makes sure you let it out. He wants the whole palace to hear how good he makes you feel. He would hold you down, sometimes tie your wrists to the bed. He loves the power he holds over you, and loves seeing you bare on his bed. And you were starting to look forward to him inviting you into his room every evening. Your core was always throbbing for him, wanting to feel his full length buried deep inside you. He loved to feel your tight warmth, he loved how you clenched and gripped him. He loved how your face scrunched up, distorted from feeling so good. He would sometimes plunge a finger or two into your mouth, making you suck on them while he picks up the pace. His hips slamming into you as he commanded you to degrade yourself.

“Tell me you’re a good little slut.”

“I’m a good little slut, sir.”

He liked when you called him that. Even though he told you to call him Coriolanus, in the bedroom he required Mr. President or Sir.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“Your cock feels so good Mr. President. So so good”

“Good girl”

One night at dinner, you stare thoughtfully at the young blonde and take small sips of your Gazpacho. Coriolanus notices and stops eating. You raise and eyebrow at him.

“Sir…?” You question. He looks up at you. “Coriolanus.” You correct yourself and he smiles

“What’s wrong my dear?”

“N-n-nothing is wrong. I just have something on my mind”

“Well…tell me.” He demands

“It’s just…it’s been a while since I’ve seen my family…I’ve been missing them.”

“I bet you have, but my darling…” he holds out his hand and you take it “Not quite yet…” he tells you, giving you a playful smile.

“When though…I feel like they must be worried about me and I just want- “

Coriolanus’s face drops and he gives you a stern look, squeezing your hand. You whine at the pain.

“Watch it, my dear…you are getting ahead of yourself now. You have been so good for me. Do not mess it up.”

“But I just want- “

“It’s not about what you want. Don’t you understand?”

Your heart sinks and eyes well with tears. You want to cry but won’t in front of him. You won’t show that weakness. You collect yourself quickly and nod.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ll be able to see them again. When I think you’re ready. Am I clear?”

You nod your head and look down in your lap. He clears his throat, and you look back up at him.

“I said, am I clear?”

“Yes sir” you quip up.

“Good girl. I have something to show you after dinner.”

“I look forward to it” you tremble slightly as you say it.

After dinner, he stands up and walks next to you, holding out his hand.

“I want you to follow me.”

You nod and obey. He holds your hand, guides you up and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a silk black blindfold and smiles. Without a word, you turn around and he places it over your eyes.

“I’ve noticed how your eyes wander whenever we walk through the palace. I’ve seen eyes like that before. And they always leave me. Or try to. I’m not ready to let you go quite yet and I really don’t want to have to punish you if you have any ideas.”

“I-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I can tell you’re wanting to settle in. But I see your eyes. And how they linger and plot.”

“I-I’m sorry…it’s just my family, my life, everything has slipped away from me.”

Then you feel his firm grip wrap under your chin. He pulls you against his chest and nestles his face in the crook of your neck. He places a delicate kiss under your chin then whispers in your ear.

“My darling, I know you surely miss the life you had, but have I not shown you enough of what this life offers. Are you not satisfied with what I’ve given you? What more I could give. I’ll always take care of you. Don’t you want that?”

You sigh and nod almost unconsciously. You’re completely under his trance.

“Good. Now come with me.”

He takes your hand, guiding you through the palace. You intensely listen to the clapping of your collective footsteps as you pace down the hall. After a few moments the air grows cold and quiet. You hear an old iron door creek open, then slam shut as you both walk inside. Coriolanus steps behind you and takes off your blindfold. You blink and look around. The room is ghostly white, as if it’s been draped in old sheets. A chill crawls down your spine and Coriolanus soaks in your look of terror and confusion. As you look around the room, you notice a variety of statues and decor. It almost looks like it could be a dungeon or a crypt.

“What is this place?”

“This is my lab. I’m quite fond of experimenting.”

“Experimenting?”

“A habit from my school days. I used to study under Dr. Volumnia Gaul. She would always have something new she was working on. Especially during the Hunger Games season.”

“Oh-“ you gasp

He pauses and watches you as you walk around the room. You are immediately drawn to the back where a tall statue of a woman sitting, draped in a veil, and holding a skull. You recognize the stone as marble, feeling haunted by its stillness. At the base lies a bouquet of faded pink flowers, not quite as white as the ones in the garden. These flowers almost look dead, but still have a bit of life left. Next to her, a row of glass cabinets. You glance at them and inside is a variety of test tubes, flasks, and cylinders. Upon a closer look, some of the test tubes are filled up with what appears to be crystals, rocks, some mushrooms, butterfly wings, spider legs, and other dead bugs. You grimace and look away. Next to the tubes are a variety of silver tools hung up on the wall. A variety of scissors, knives, and scapulas, which are all polished and reflect back at you.

You turn around and look at the other side of the room. Another statue stands tall. Another veiled woman, like a bride, holding out her own stone bouquet. At her base, a skull with a snake weaving out of the eye socket and through the mouth. Feeling slightly terrified, you look away and immediately your eyes fall upon the shelves littered with small animal bones, skulls, more jars of dead insects, gems, jewelry, and coins. Everything seems to have its place. Then you glance over to Coriolanus, standing as still as the statues. He watches you intensely with a sly smile across his face.

“Why did you bring me here?”

Without a word, he walks over to one of his glass cases and opens it. He pulls out a small vial filled with a dark red liquid.

“I have a new concoction. I made my first sample yesterday.” He holds the vial up delicately in his hand.

Your eyes widen and you give him a puzzling look.

“What is it?”

“Well based on the ingredients, a wave of euphoria, a calming sensation throughout your whole body. Similar to the chocolate I gave you, but more long lasting and with a bit more visuals…”

“Visuals?” You question

“Yes, normal everyday things may look more interesting, more intense. You’ll be fine of course. I’ll be hear, watching after you.”

“W-why do you want me to try?”

“Because, I think you’d like this. It heightens your sensations in a way I think will be good for you….”

“So you’re using me as a test subject.”

“No. I always try it on myself first if I can, and then…I like to share.”

“And what happens if I say…no…” you hesitate

He looks at you with confusion, striding over to you. His eyes never leave your own as a chill creeps down your spine. He pauses, his face inches away from your own. He tucks a hair behind your ear and kisses you gently. He pulls back, hand caressing your chin.

“Then you say no…” he kisses you again quickly. He holds the vial up to you, looking at it like it’s a delicious treat. You look at him then the vial. In a moment of pure impulse, you take it from his fingers. He abruptly turns to face you, and you make full eye contact with him, sipping the red liquid. The taste is so strong, and warm. As it slides down your throat it almost burns your esophagus like acid and you hold back a cough. He gazes upon you in awe, smirking at you, eyeing you

“Good girl”

“H-how long until the effects kick in?”

“About thirty to forty five minutes. We will stay here for now.”

You nod and slowly lean into his lips. This time you kiss him. It’s slow, graceful, and unexpected. Coriolanus revels in it, he loves that you are starting to love him back. He chuckles to himself and pulls back.

“I love when you kiss me and mean it. I love that you want me.”

“It comforts me in a way. To have formed a relationship with you. Even though you…you..”

“Stole you away?” He finishes your sentence

You nod and look away. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

“But you’ve seen what I can offer you. Haven’t you. You can’t resist it. You can’t resist me. Can you?”

You nod slowly as he captures your lips in a fierce manner. You can barely breathe as his lips move against yours. You welcome it all the same. His aggression. His passion. He wants to consume you. Own you. And he does.

“You love it…don’t you..”

“Y-Y-yes, this has truly been the most luxurious and cared for I’ve felt in my life.”

“Good, as it should be.” He resumes his lips, consuming your own. You and him stay like this for a while. Passionately clinging to each other's lips. His hands move to clutch your hips and he eventually pulls back again to look at you.

“How do you feel?”

You take a moment to look at your surroundings. Things feel normal. Until they don’t. The room looks different. The lights feel more intense, and then when you stare too long, things begin to swirl. Only slightly. Only enough to make you intrigued by what was seemingly normal surroundings. Everything has become the most interesting thing that you could look at right now. As you continue to look around the room, looking at the various glass cabinets, lab experiments, everything, even the statues, seems to move. As if they are growing and swirling in the space around you. Time feels like it slows down and your immediate reaction is to smile at it all. Something about the way the room moves makes you giggle, and feel light.

“Good” you nod

“You’re starting to feel the effects aren’t you”

“I-I think so yes…”

“Good. It made me feel curious. Do you feel curious?”

You nod and he grabs your chin again.

“Speak up”

“Yes, Coriolanus, it makes me feel good. I feel curious as well.”

“Let me give you a tour of the lab now that you’re in the right mindset.”

He takes your hand and walks you around his lab. He tells you about the various experiments, tools, and ingredients that he uses. Even in this state, you can see how passionate he is. How much he enjoys talking about this side of himself, sharing it with you specifically. And just as he told you, you do find yourself curious in a new way under the influence of the concoction. Everything that you observe feels as though it has its own personality and yet somehow it’s all connected to the other experiments and the whole room. You can’t really explain it.

Then he takes you over to another set of cabinets. Only this time. They are locked behind an iron cage, painted white to match everything else in the room. He pulls a key from his pocket. Coriolanus unlocks the cabinet and behind the doors are rows and rows of vials similar to the one that he showed you, except each one is labeled differently. They are all different colors as well, ranging from red to purple to green and even midnight black. Yet, one vial sticks out to you in particular. It’s as clear as the glass that contains it and for a second, you’re not even sure that there’s anything in it. Upon further inspection, you can see the rim of liquid that fills to the top just below the cork. It intrigues and entices you. You wonder what it is. Coriolanus, picks up on your curiosity.

“I called that one liquid death”

“Liquid death?” you ask

“Yes, it took me a while to finally come up with the perfect concoction, especially to make it appear as it does. I wanted to make something that was hidden in plain sight so that when one's… enemies need to be… eliminated… They would never know what is coming. So, I was able to create a tasteless, colorless, concoction that can take ones…problems out in an instant.” He explains

You look at him with a hit of fear, then you smile and giggle.

“That’s so smart, Coriolanus.” But you only half mean it

He smiles back, giddy at your excitement. Meanwhile, in the back of your mind the sound of freedom rings again. This could be your answer. You could poison him and be free. How would you get to it though, how would you get back here without him knowing? And how would you get the key to the lab? Is it the same key as the one to open this cabinet? Your thoughts shift as he takes your hand again leading you out of the room. He locks up the cabinet quickly. You still feel the effects of the concoction he gave and as he pulls you away you look back one last time at the lab. You look at the silver key, in his hand, but only for a brief moment before he stops to stand in front of you. He pulls the blindfold out of his pocket and wraps it around your eyes as he slips the key into his pocket. You try to commit the key to memory, the shine, the shape. It’s the same one he used for the cabinet, and he uses it now to close up the lab.

“Let’s go to the garden. I think you’ll like it under this state.”

When you arrive at the garden, he takes the blindfold off and you feel the cool air hit your face. You look out onto the familiar white roses. As you walk around, taking a closer look, they appear to swirl and dance. You let out a small laugh of disbelief and amazement.

“You like it?” He asks

You nod and he takes your hand. He guides you around and even though you’ve become quite familiar, it feels like a whole new experience.

“So how long will the effects last?” You ask

“About another hour, then you’ll feel normal, well almost normal.”

“What does that mean?” You question

“Well, when I took it I felt…needy for you after.”

“Needy for me?”

“Mhmm…but you were modeling so I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Oh…” you say plainly

“So..” he kisses your knuckles. “I do hope you will join me in my bedroom tonight.”

And just like that he switches the flip. You blush, and feel vulnerable to his charm. You let out a soft, innocent. laugh and look away.

“I thought that was a given”

“Well my dear, I hope you know, you always have a choice. And it seems like you keep choosing me…”

You gaze back up at him, smiling slightly. You lean up and kiss him. This time you make it soft and sweet. You slowly move your lips against his, letting him savor you. His hands move to your waist and pull you closer to him. After one last soft kiss he leans back and sighs.

“You’re so much different than the others. You want to escape, but don’t. Yet, you don’t praise me in the way the others conceded. And even then, some part of you cares about me. Do you realize how perfect you are?”

“I-I don’t think I’m perfect.”

“You are for me…I always wanted to find someone who could challenge me in a way. You are so curious to me. Do you know how many times the girls I’ve had stay here, try to run away the next day. Or how many times they gave in, thinking that I would choose them and let them have their lives back. But you, you just wait, wait to see what my next move will be and you’ve grown to become fond of me.”

He kisses your cheek.

“I know you do want your life back, I know this isn’t how you envisioned yourself, but it’s growing on you. I can see.”

“You are much kinder than I would have thought given how you…”

“Like to take what isn’t mine.” He finishes your sentence

You nod. He brushes your hair behind your ear and smiles. He gives you a quick kiss, then steps back to look at you fully.

“So, as I said, I hope to see you in my chambers tonight.”

He squeezes your hand and walks away. As he does, you watch him. When he returns inside, two guards come out. They stay at the top of the stairs, yet you know they aren’t just guarding the building. You sigh and look around at the garden.

Everything is still swirling and swimming around you. You glance up at the stars and gasp. The twinkling lights look as if they glitter in the sky. You are in awe and aren’t sure how long you stand to look, but eventually you get cold and tired. As you walk in, the effect of the concoction begins to wear off and you feel less sleepy than you expect. Instead, just as Coriolanus predicted, you get extremely needy. You haven’t felt this on edge in years and you Immediately think of Coriolanus's tongue soaking your pussy. As you make your way inside, the guards stop you.

“Do you wish to sleep in your chamber’s or the President’s tonight?”

“President Snow’s” you answer simply.

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jazzdalorian · 5 months ago

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Kindred Souls (One-Shot)

pairing(s): Erik (Magneto) Lehnsherr x Telekinetic!Mutant!Female!Reader

warning(s): EXPLICIT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, angst, SMUT, fluff, yearning, angst, fluff, p in v sex, reverence, and romance. Erik is rude as hell, but he warms up anyway. Oh yea, edging, too.

a/n: credit to my coworker for the title name, but i hope y’all enjoy this one! this would be my second fan fiction that i have ever written so please let me know if you have any tips & tricks or if you would like to see more! <3

word count: 4.1k

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summary: In this story, Erik, struggling with Charles' death and his new role as X-Men leader, faces unresolved feelings for you. Your sudden return after ten years rekindles their deep connection, leading to a heartfelt confrontation about love and regret. The story ends with an intimate reunion that symbolizes healing and growth, as Erik seeks forgiveness and you offer unwavering support, setting the stage for a shared future.

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It was evening in New York at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and the air was cool and crisp with a hint of winter. The mansion, usually bustling with activity, was eerily quiet since Charles' passing. Outside, the city slept in blissful ignorance of the heavy decisions weighing on Erik's shoulders.

The sky above the mansion was a deep shade of indigo, the street lamps casting a soft golden glow on the surrounding buildings. The bare trees rustled in the crisp breeze, their branches casting long, spindly shadows across the quiet grounds. The mansion itself was a grand, old-fashioned building, its windows dark and silent.

Before he died, Charles had left a will with a profound request: that if anything were to happen to him, Erik would take over as leader of the X-Men and continue their mission to create harmony between humans and mutants. Though Erik wasn't sure if he still believed in this vision, it was something he cared deeply about. Charles had been more than just a friend; he was like a brother. And it was Charles who had seen the depth of Erik's feelings for you.

You were the light that brightened Erik's life, and your absence has left a void that he struggles to fill. The pain of losing you lingers like a shadow, a constant reminder of what once was. He buries his emotions deep inside, masking them with a facade of strength and control, but they never truly go away.

Erik now goes by Magneto, embracing the name as a symbol of power and dominance. It shields him from the world and makes him feel invincible. But at the same time, it creates a barrier that prevents him from facing his own vulnerability. His helmet serves as both a shield from external noise and a cage that keeps him isolated from his own feelings.

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Sitting in Charles' old wheelchair, its leather worn and creaky under his weight, Magneto stared at his helmet. The metallic surface reflected the dim light of the room as he let out a heavy sigh, conveying the weariness in his soul.

He reached out, his fingertips brushing the cool metal of the helmet. With a flick of his wrist, it rose into the air, spinning slowly before his eyes. The power coursed through him, as natural as breathing, yet it brought him no comfort.

"What would you do, old friend?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper in the empty room. The silence that answered was deafening.

He was facing a harsh reality: he had lost your love and with it, a part of himself. His determination to fight for mutant rights often felt hollow without you by his side. The X-Men, who had once seen him as an enemy, now looked to him for guidance with a mix of suspicion and hope. He couldn't blame them; his actions in the past had been driven by his own relentless pursuit of power and control.

Despite the mistrust and fractured mission, Erik clung to Charles' vision. Though it may have faded over time, he still believed that mutants deserved equality, respect, and a chance at peaceful coexistence with humanity. It was a dream that seemed just as distant as the warmth he once found in your embrace.

Leaning back in the wheelchair, Magneto tried to focus on plans for the X-Men, but his mind kept drifting back to you. The plans seemed insignificant compared to the memories of your laughter and touch. As he attempted to steer his thoughts back towards the future he was trying to build, the weight of his emotions bore down heavily on him. The road ahead felt isolating and uncertain, but for Charles, for the X-Men, and for the hope of a better world, he would continue forward - no matter how shattered his heart may feel.

The door creaked open and shut quietly as you stepped into the room. For a moment, everything seemed frozen in time. It had been ten years since you last laid eyes on each other, and seeing Erik in the dim light of the study felt almost surreal. Your heart raced with uncertainty as you questioned whether this moment was real or simply a figment of your imagination.

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"Erik?" Your voice was a hesitant whisper filled with a mix of emotions - uncertainty, longing, and the weight of years apart.

Erik's head whipped around upon hearing his name, a flicker of disbelief flashing across his face. For a moment, he thought he must be dreaming, but as he turned to fully face you, the reality of your presence was undeniable. His expression hardened into a mask of controlled stoicism, a defense mechanism honed from years of guarding his heart.

"What are you doing here?" Erik's voice remained steady, but a hint of vulnerability seeped through. "I wanted to be alone, and you have no right to call me that." His frown deepened, his emotions threatening to break through the carefully crafted facade he tried so hard to maintain.

As you laid eyes on him, the tension between you seemed palpable, almost visible in the air. His rigid stance and guarded expression were like a shield, shielding him from the emotions that threatened to break through.

Erik's body language spoke volumes - his stiff posture, the slight tensing of his jaw, the way he avoided making direct eye contact. He seemed to be trying to hold his emotions in check, but his eyes betrayed him, revealing a mix of longing and pain.

"I heard about Charles," you said softly, your heart aching for him. "I came to see how you're doing. The X-Men are worried about you, and I know how much he meant to you..." Your eyes were filled with sadness as you spoke, reaching out for him despite his attempt to push you away. You wanted to offer comfort, but hesitated, unsure of how he would react.

Magneto scoffed at your concern, his face a blend of disbelief and anger. He couldn't help but wonder: Did you truly care about Charles, or was there another reason for your return? What was your true agenda? "Why are you really here?" His voice held a hint of frustration, but beneath it lay a vulnerability he could barely acknowledge.

You were taken aback by his coldness, but took a deep breath before responding. "I'm here for both you and the X-Men, Erik." You paused before correcting yourself, "Magneto." Lowering your gaze briefly before looking back up at him, you continued, "Just because we have history doesn't mean I don't still care about you."

“You walked away,” he spat, his words stinging like a whip. “And now you're not my responsibility anymore.” His tone was harsh and sharp, piercing through your heart, but you knew it was just a mask to hide the pain you had caused him. You could feel the hurt that lingered from your departure, and while you understood his anger, you couldn't help but wonder if he was also struggling with his own unresolved emotions. Was he trying to come to terms with why you had left? Beneath his calm facade, you sensed a tempest of emotions brewing, but you weren't sure if he was ready to confront them.

You took a hesitant step forward, drawn towards the comforting warmth of the fireplace near his desk. He watched you closely, tracking your every move. As you gazed into the crackling flames, you tried to gather your thoughts and find the right words to address the past.

Turning back to face him, your mouth opened and closed as you struggled to speak. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you looked away, unwilling to show him your vulnerability. “I left because I wanted a future with you,” you said softly, barely above a whisper. “I wanted us to have a family together. But then things changed...you started hurting people, Erik. You scared me…” Your voice trailed off as you wrapped your arms around yourself, unable to contain the weight of your emotions any longer.

Erik's expression softened as he placed the helmet on the desk and stood up from Charles' wheelchair. He walked towards you with purpose, his footsteps slow and deliberate. Gently, he lifted your chin to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, liebling," he said, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability.

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As tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, Erik tenderly brushed them away with a gentle touch. "I wish you had told me," he whispered regretfully. "But I understand now why you left. I thought I was doing what needed to be done..." His voice trailed off as he searched for answers and a connection that he believed was lost forever.

His hand moved to rest against your cheek, and you leaned into it, closing your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat at his presence. "I know...my love," you said softly, filled with tenderness.

Erik's eyes widened as the word "love" fell from your lips. It was a word he hadn't heard in years, and it brought back memories that still haunted him. He struggled to find the right words, his heart racing at the thought of finally admitting his feelings for you. He opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out. After a few moments of silence, he managed to choke out, "Why...now?" He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "Why are you telling me this now?" Despite the distance and time that had passed since they were together, his love for you had never truly gone away. It had always been there, even amidst his strong dedication to mutant rights.

You were at a loss for words. Your mind was buzzing with thoughts, unsure of what words to form or if you should even say anything at all.

He cautiously stepped closer, closing the gap between you. His familiar scent enveloped you, reminding you of all the memories you had tried so hard to bury. Your heart raced as he reached out, his fingers barely grazing your arm.

"I never thought I'd see you again," he murmured roughly, overcome with emotion.

You fought back tears as best as you could. "I didn't think you'd want to," you whispered.

A shadow of pain passed over his face. "I've regretted that day for years," he admitted. "If I could go back..."

You shook your head, cutting him off. "We can't change the past, Erik. I couldn't stay away any longer," you confessed. "I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you focus on your mission. But then I realized..." You took a deep breath, trying to hold back your emotions. "I realized that life is too short and unpredictable, especially for people like us."

Erik winced at your words. He had been younger then, fueled by his intense hatred towards humanity and the injustices he had endured. He hadn't expected that hatred to overshadow his ability to love, and your words left him struggling to find a response.

You pleaded with him, desperate for a response. Your eyes scanned his face, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he truly felt. Suddenly, you noticed a change in his expression - a fleeting look of desire and vulnerability.

In a rush of emotion, Erik blurted out, "Will you stay with me?" His voice quivered with unspoken worries. "I can't handle losing you again, mein liebe."

You didn’t hesitate to agree to stay. The thought of being apart from him once more was unbearable; you had missed him desperately. Erik never truly believed that you would return to him. He thought you would want nothing to do with him after everything that had happened.

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As soon as your words left your lips, his heart began to pound and his mind raced out of control. Memories of your love flooded his mind: the feel of your skin, the sound of your voice, the scent of your perfume. They overwhelmed him, filling the space between you with a powerful and bittersweet nostalgia.

Your voice trembled with emotion as you spoke again. "I will never leave you again," you said softly. "My love for you has never faltered. Even after all these years apart, I never moved on." Your words hit him hard, a gut-punch he wasn't expecting. His heart felt like it was about to burst from the intensity of emotions that surged through him. Hearing you declare your love once more was a truth he had struggled to accept himself. Deep down, he had never truly let go of his feelings for you.

He took a shaky breath and gently placed his hand on the back of your neck. You both closed your eyes as he pulled you in closer until your foreheads were touching. “I have never stopped loving you,” he whispered, barely above a murmur. “It was torture when you left…” He swallowed hard, trying to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. All the years apart, battles fought, and loneliness endured came crashing down in that moment.

With a few calming breaths, you both opened your eyes and slowly pulled apart, the closeness still tangible. His gaze held yours, baring his heart in a raw, vulnerable state. "You were my everything," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I didn't realize until now how lost I was without you." He searched your face for any sign of the promised love, hoping against hope that this time would bring something different.

There was an invisible force between you, pulling you together with a magnetic power that could not be resisted. Your eyes remained locked on each other's lips, filled with anticipation and unspoken promises. Then, without hesitation, your lips met in a passionate embrace. As the kiss deepened, years of yearning finally gave way to the storm of emotions between you.

The initial touch of your lips sparked an electric current through him, nearly causing him to lose his balance. Guided by a tender yet commanding force, his hands firmly grasped your hips and drew you closer. A deep hum escaped him as each kiss reignited long-suppressed desires. Amidst the exchange of fervent kisses, you whispered how much you had missed him, soothing his aching heart with every word.

Erik felt another surge of longing as each kiss intensified their shared confessions, drawing them closer with every heated touch. The urgency in their kisses grew more insistent, begging for closeness as he pulled her tighter against him. Unable to wait any longer, he reluctantly broke the embrace and gazed at her pleadingly as she reached for him. In a raw and desperate voice, he whispered, "Please...I need you." There was no room for hesitation in his tone, only an overwhelming urgency that demanded immediate action.

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As your eyes meet, a silent understanding passes between you. You use your powers to change the room, and the furniture rearranges itself as if by magic. The soft glow of the fireplace reflects off the cozy blankets and plush pillows, inviting you to indulge in the moment.

The room was quickly transformed into a warm and inviting space, the furniture moving under your careful control as you worked together. The blankets and pillows seemed to dance in the air, creating a cozy and intimate nook by the fireplace. The flickering flames cast a soft orange glow, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

Erik led you to a cozy nest of pillows and blankets near the flickering fire, gazing at you with a mix of longing and adoration. He guided you onto the soft surface with gentle movements, his eyes drinking in every curve and contour of your body as if he wanted to commit them to memory.

His thumb traced along your jawline, causing you to let out a gasp. The tension in your body only fueled Erik's desire for you. His hand ventured down your body and slipped into your pants, finding the heat and wetness waiting for him.

Your breath caught at his touch, and your body instinctively moved towards him. The intensity in Erik's eyes grew as he watched your reaction. With skillful precision, he brushed his fingers between the folds of your sex, hitting all the sensitive spots that sent waves of pleasure through you. Your body trembled beneath him as he continued to pleasure you.

Erik’s lips traced a path down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. With his free hand, he worked on unbuttoning your shirt, revealing more of your flesh to his hungry gaze. As each button came undone, he placed soft kisses on the newly exposed skin, gradually making his way down your chest. Your breath hitched as he reached the swell of your breasts, teasingly brushing his hot mouth against the edge of your bra.

"Erik, please," you whimpered, arching into his touch.

He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, love," he murmured against your skin.

"I want you," you gasped. "All of you."

With a growl, Erik captured your lips again in a searing kiss. His hands made quick work of the rest of your clothing, leaving you bare beneath him. You tugged at his shirt impatiently, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

Erik let out a soft chuckle as he pulled away, discarding his clothes before settling back above you. Your eyes drank in the sight of his toned body as he positioned himself back into place. One hand stayed close to your head while the other made its way down to your center. As he began to gently massage small circles on your most sensitive spot, your muscles tensed and your breath hitched in your throat.

He craved your scent, wanting to lose himself in it completely. He wanted to savor every bit of you.

Suddenly, he slid his middle and ring fingers between your folds, causing you to cry out in shock. As he started to move in and out of you, you couldn't help but whisper his name like a holy chant. "Erik," you moaned, cherishing the way his name felt on your lips.

Erik's smirk only widened as he continued to tease you with his fingers. "Liebling, if you keep calling my name like that, I don't know if I can hold back much longer," he playfully warned.

His fingers slipped into you at a frustratingly slow pace and you could feel yourself reaching the brink of pleasure. "Please, Erik... faster..." you pleaded, desperate for him to pick up the pace. He obliged, finding that perfect spot inside of you that sent waves of ecstasy through your body. The books on the bookshelf started to topple as your telekinetic powers reacted to the overwhelming sensation. Erik clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"I'm close," you whimpered, but Erik shook his head.

"Not yet... not until I say so," he said with a teasing tone. This only made you groan in frustration, your hips moving in rhythm with his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach your climax. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his fingers out.

You let out a whimper at the loss of his touch. Erik chuckled softly and positioned himself between your legs, pumping himself a few times before rubbing his cock against your folds, teasing you even further.

"Stop teasing me," you pouted, your frustration palpable. You wanted to smack him for holding back your release and taunting you with his erection.

After some playful teasing, he entered you, emitting a deep groan as he felt the warmth radiating from you. He waited for you to adjust to his size before moving again.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders. "Yes," you gasped. "Please..."

Erik started to move at a gentle pace, each thrust bringing waves of pleasure. You arched your back, matching his movements. His lips found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your sensitive skin.

As passion overtook both of you, the tempo increased gradually. The air was filled with soft moans and gasps as Erik's strong arms held you close, driving deeper into your body. You ran your fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

"Erik," you cried out as waves of ecstasy began to build inside you. Your body trembled under his urgent movements as he buried his face in your neck, sending shivers down your spine with his hot breath.

"You feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders as the intensity grew, and Erik's lips found your neck, leaving hot kisses along your sensitive skin. You arched your back against his solid chest, unable to hold back your pleasure any longer.

"Oh god, Erik," you moaned desperately.

He responded by increasing his pace, driving you both closer to the edge. The friction between your bodies was almost too much to bear. You could feel yourself on the brink of release.

Erik's ragged breathing and urgent movements pushed you over the edge. "Come for me," he growled in your ear, his desire evident in his husky voice.

Those words were all it took for you to tumble into mind-blowing ecstasy. Erik followed moments later, whispering your name as he found his own release.

You clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

His hand moved to your clit, gently rubbing it in slow circles that made you arch your hips up in delight. "E-erik!," you gasped, unable to contain yourself. He silenced you with a tender shush and continued peppering kisses along your neck, marking you as his own.

The pleasure was reaching an overwhelming level, rendering you speechless as your brows furrowed in sheer ecstasy. He wanted to prolong your orgasm, drawing out every moment of bliss. Suddenly, without warning, a surge of release overcame you and you gasped for breath. Erik smirked, pleased with the outcome of his actions. He withdrew from you, leaving a mix of his cum and your juices scattered around.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing your forehead. As Erik shifts to the side, you snuggle against his chest and feel the quick thumping of his heart. His arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and secure as your breath slows back to a steady rhythm. A sense of deep satisfaction washes over you as you revel in the peaceful aftermath.

For a long while, you lay together in contented silence, basking in the afterglow. Erik's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as you nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. The crackling fire cast a warm glow over your entwined bodies.

"I've missed this," Erik murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Missed you."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, seeing a vulnerability there that he rarely showed. "I've missed you too," you whispered. "More than you know."

His arms tightened around you. "I was a fool to let you go," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I won't make

The room was bathed in a warm glow from the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the repositioned furniture. The blankets and pillows seemed to float effortlessly through the air, creating a cozy and inviting space.

- - - - - - -

His thumb traced along your jawline, causing you to let out a moan. The tension in your body only fueled Erik's desire for you. His hand ventured down your body and slipped into your pants, finding the heat and wetness waiting for him.

"Erik, please," you whimpered, arching into his touch.

He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, love," he murmured against your skin.

"I want you," you gasped. "All of you."

He craved your scent, wanting to lose himself in it completely. He wanted to savor every bit of you.

Erik's smirk only widened as he continued to tease you with his fingers. "Liebling, if you keep calling my name like that, I don't know if I can hold back much longer," he playfully warned.

"I'm close," you whimpered, but Erik shook his head.

"Stop teasing me," you pouted, your frustration palpable. You wanted to smack him for holding back your release and taunting you with his erection.

After some playful teasing, he entered you, emitting a deep groan as he felt the warmth radiating from you. He waited for you to adjust to his size before moving again.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders. "Yes," you gasped. "Please..."

"You feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

"Oh god, Erik," you moaned desperately.

He responded by increasing his pace, driving you both closer to the edge. The friction between your bodies was almost too much to bear. You could feel yourself on the brink of release.

Erik's ragged breathing and urgent movements pushed you over the edge. "Come for me," he growled in your ear, his desire evident in his husky voice.

Those words were all it took for you to tumble into mind-blowing ecstasy. Erik followed moments later, whispering your name as he found his own release.

You clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

- - - - - - -

"I've missed this," Erik murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Missed you."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, seeing a vulnerability there that he rarely showed. "I've missed you too," you whispered. "More than you know."

His arms tightened around you. "I was a fool to let you go," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I won't make that mistake again."

"We both made mistakes," you replied gently. "But we're here now. That's what matters."

Erik nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. His fingers continued to trace lazy patterns on your skin as you lay nestled against him. The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across the room, enveloping you both in warmth and intimacy.

"What happens now?" you asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Erik was quiet for a moment, his hand stilling on your back. "I don't know," he admitted. "Charles left me with an enormous responsibility. The X-Men, the school... it's all in my hands now." His voice held a note of uncertainty you'd rarely heard from him before.

You propped yourself up on an elbow to look at him. "You don't have to do it alone," you said. "I'm here. And the X-Men - they may not trust you fully yet, but they'll support you. It's what Charles would have wanted."

Erik's eyes searched yours, a mix of emotions playing across his face. "You're right," he said softly. "Charles always believed in the power of unity, even when I couldn't see it." He paused, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "But can you forgive me for the things I've done? The pain I've caused?"

You leaned into his touch, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. "I forgave you a long time ago, Erik," you whispered. "The question is, can you forgive yourself?"

He closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. When he opened them again, there was a determination there that you recognized. "I want to try," he said. "For Charles. For the X-Men. For us."

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Then that's where we'll start.”

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The Rebound - Pitfighter! Vi x Fem! Reader - Ch. 5

A/N: WE HAVE REACHED HALF A DOZEN CUPCAKES! I REPEAT: WE HAVE REACHED HALF A DOZEN CUPCAKES! Muah muah <3 I feel so loved rn. So Ima love y’all back with an even longer chapter >:D Would’ve gotten this out much earlier, but I’m currently studying for one of the most important exams of my life!! Sorry about the delay. That exam is coming up, so I'll have a lot more time to get these chapters out sooner. I hope y’all enjoy

MDNI (18+ only).

TW// Mature themes like violence, drinking, drug use, infidelity, mean/triggering thoughts, toxic codependency

Word Count: ~ 8.3k

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Vi’s soreness woke her up the following day. Her head was pounding, her neck was stiff, and some of her bruises hurt more than she was used to. She blamed the lack of alcohol in her system for feeling this kind of physical pain, inhaling sharply through her teeth as she sat up. It took her a moment to remember how the fight went, causing her shoulders to slump. She chewed the inside of her lip, feeling anger bubbling in her veins. When she swung her legs out of bed, she knocked the plastic cup of water over.

“Son of a…” she grumbled, seeing the liquid spread on her floor. She left it there, angry at herself for placing a cup of water on the floor in the first place.

The first thing she did after leaving her bed was to beat the hell out of her punching bag. Her body begged her to relax, but she ignored its warnings. The exhaustion won anyways, making her punches sloppy. The smacks of the punching bag didn’t ring in her apartment like they always did. This pissed her off even more. She yelled in frustration, now pacing her apartment like a caged lion.

She sat back down on her bed, cringing a bit for stepping in the water with her socks on. She then stared at the floor as her leg bounced.

Being the crowned champion of The Pit was all that she had. That was one of the biggest things that made her proud of what she does best. She knows that she let a lot of people down for not winning. That’s all she ever does: Let people down. Maybe that’s what she actually does best.

Vi sighs and runs a hand through her oil-colored hair, then holds her head in her hands as she stares at the floor. Looking down made her headache worse, but she felt like she deserved this pain for freezing in the arena.

Her eyes tracked the fallen cup ahead of her. She reached over and picked it up, looking into it. She brought it to her lips and tapped the bottom of it, only getting the one drop that didn’t spill out into her dry mouth. As if it was some sort of potion, the thoughts about losing the fight came to a halt. There was a feeling of anxiety in her chest as she remembered how nasty her attitude was with you.

“Fuck.” She whispered, putting a palm to her face. God, she felt horrible. She gripped a lock of her hair in frustration. She knew that you didn’t deserve all that bullshit from her.

There was a soft knock on her apartment door.

“Fuck off, rent isn’t even due for another few weeks!” She yells out. When there’s another knock, she huffs in annoyance and goes to her door. She opens it, her nose wrinkled, “What the f— oh,” she calms down, “Loris. Didn’t expect you to show up this early.”

She lets him in before going back to sit on her bed. He looks around briefly, noting that there are in fact less empty bottles laying around.

“I just wanted to see how you’ve been holding up,” he puts his hands in his pockets, “It was a pretty rough night, wasn’t it?”

“I’ve reminded myself of that a million times before you showed up,” she sighs, her head drooping, “I still can’t believe I let some doped up cheaters beat me. It’s not like it’s the first time I fought someone under the influence of shimmer.”

Loris takes a few steps towards her, then pauses when he steps in the puddle. He looks down at it, then back at Vi. She was still holding the cup. Vi takes notice of the little scene, and she sighs again with a remorseful look on her face.

“There are so many varieties of shimmer out there nowadays. Who knows what that formula had in it?” He steps back, removing his foot from the puddle of water beneath him.

“I was an asshole to her, wasn’t I?” she mumbles, looking at the empty cup in her hands. Loris stays quiet for a moment, averting his gaze. “Wasn’t I?” Vi repeats, clutching the cup hard enough for it to bend.

“You were,” Loris finally says, his voice even. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

Vi lets out a bitter laugh, her thumb rubbing the edge of the warped plastic cup. “I guess it’s what I do best, huh? Screw things up so bad that people end up leaving me for it.”

Loris leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “You’re good at a lot of things, Vi, but self-pity shouldn’t be one of them.”

She shoots him a sharp glare but says nothing. The silence that stretches between them feels heavier than her sore muscles, and for once, she doesn’t try to fill it with anger. Instead, she stares at the cup in her hands as if it holds all the answers she doesn’t want to face.

“Apologies go a long way, you know. I really think you two can talk it out.” Loris says after a moment.

Vi scoffs, but it lacks her usual fire. “Yeah, because a half-assed ‘sorry’ is going to fix everything.”

“It’s a start,” Loris counters, “She doesn’t deserve to carry the weight of your bad night.”

Vi huffs, shaking her head, but the corner of her mouth twitches upward for just a second. “Do you know where she lives?”

Loris shakes his head, “Sorry, Vi. I wish I knew.”

Vi lets out a frustrated sigh, resting her forehead against the kinked plastic cup. “It’s probably too late anyways. There’s no way that someone like her would want to stick around after I’ve been a piece of shit to her not once, but twice.” She curses under her breath, dejected.

Loris, concealing a smile, crosses his arms. “Why do you care so much about this situation anyways? Isn’t she just some random person? Forget about her. People come and go, as you’re very familiar with. After all, you don’t know her and she doesn’t know you.”

Vi is quick to give him a look between being shocked and angry. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you kick me while I’m already down?” Then, her expression becomes more confused, as if she doesn’t exactly know why you matter to her either. She stands up slowly, her bed creaking. “...I just feel like she might understand me. Talking with her the other night– the night that you bailed on me, by the way– left me feeling like I had someone to relate to.” She stacks the cup with the other two nearby.

Loris raises one of his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth fighting to turn into a victorious smile.

“Then I had to fuck it all up,” Vi continues, “Please, Loris. Will you help me find her? I don’t– I can’t forgive myself if I never make it up to her. You’re right: she didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of my stupid tantrum. And she seems like she…” Vi recalls a deep pain within your (e/c) eyes during all the times you two have spoken, “...She seems like she could really use a friend.”

The man nods his head, finally letting himself smile, “Sure, if it means you’ll give yourself some time to recover before getting back to your gigs.” He steps out of her apartment.

Vi grabs her black jacket on her way out, her movements sluggish but purposeful. As she glances back at Loris, he gives her a small nod of encouragement. The two of them split up to look for you.

As usual, you were being a hermit in your bedroom. You didn’t sleep a wink last night because you were too consumed by the disappointment over everything that happened yesterday. Your shoulders ache from how tightly you’ve been holding them, and your stomach twists every time her face flashes in your head and her words echo in your ears. You press your palms against your temples, willing yourself to relax, but it’s no use.

Everything was on loop in your mind, her sharp words replaying like a broken record. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.” Each time, it stung a little more, making your fingers curl tightly into fists around your unkempt hair. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying, though you weren’t entirely sure who you were angry with—her or yourself.

‘Ugh, why do I even care this much?’ you angrily think.

Here’s the thing: You were hoping to begin a new chapter in your life starting with making a friend out of Vi. The idea of waking up and looking forward to spending every day with a new friend was deliciously desirable. You thought that this journey after being fresh out of a relationship would come much easier since Vi was presumably going through the same thing. You had it right there! A much needed blank slate. A new best friend on a silver platter. At least, that’s what it looked like to you.

You hated that you even spoke to Vi in the first place. It would have been so much better for you if you were just another person in the audience, collecting winnings and living a decent life through the bets. It would have been much easier if Vi was someone whose only meaning to you was a cash cow. You hated yourself for getting your own hopes up. You hated yourself for not seeing that Vi’s friendship was too good to be true.

Vi being the only reason you have something to take you away from the hellfire of your thoughts was something you didn’t realize you needed. Gosh, you needed it. You need her to distract you from it all. Talking to her about your situation, even if it was just for that one moment, was liberating. And here you are, feeling like you were pushed back into a cage.

You wrinkle your nose in anger. ‘Why did she have to play with me like that, then? Why did she get my hopes up about seeing her again?’

Your face then softens, suddenly feeling bad for getting upset at Vi.

It was too easy to blame yourself. It was comfortable to blame yourself. You felt selfish for even being upset about this whole ordeal. You wanted to be mad at Vi, but it felt too self-centered.

‘You only have yourself to blame, so blame yourself. Do you really think that someone showing you an ounce of sympathy is a sign that they are meant to be your friend? Your self respect was already crushed into dust, and somehow you made it become even worse than that.’ You sniffle, but stop your tears immediately. It makes no sense crying over Vi. You already have that spot taken by someone else. Vi, on the other hand, is someone you do not know a damn thing about.

To you, she is a heartbroken fighter who drinks alcohol as a hobby. So what else is there to her?

You sigh, dragging your hands down your face as you try to stop the storm in your head from raging on. The rational part of you knows it’s ridiculous to spiral like this over someone you’ve only spoken to a few times. But the other part—the louder part—is shouting that it all meant something, that Vi was supposed to be the start of something new, something good.

Instead, you’re stuck here, reeling from what felt like rejection. You glance at the clock on your wall. It’s almost noon, and you haven’t even stepped out of your room. Your apartment feels stuffy, like the walls are closing in on you. The bed creaks as you stand up, and for a moment, you just stand there, staring at the floor, wondering if you should bother leaving the house or just let the day waste away.

‘Maybe some air will clear my head,’ you think. Or maybe it’ll just give you more room to stew over everything.

As tempted as you were to take all your cogs and soothe yourself by buying things, you knew that being stingy is going to save you for now. An idea suddenly popped into your head, but you were not too happy about it.

You step into your little closet, shifting through articles of clothing you have. A large chunk of your belongings were gifts from your ex. You sigh, grabbing a beautiful (f/c) shirt.

You had been here in your apartment, and your partner was absent for nearly the whole day. When they finally came home, they brought you that blouse and claimed that they bought it from a vendor in Piltover. You happily accepted it despite the smell of perfume lingering on the skin that you kissed in appreciation.

Everyone in Zaun knows how hard it is to come across nice things like this shirt, especially items from Piltover. You were too scared to wear that blouse in public because you were worried about getting it dirty or having it torn off your back. The only times you were able to appreciate it on your body was when you were out and about with your partner and their friends. After all, nobody would dare touch the girl of a shimmer lord on the rise.

You bring a finger to your mouth, tempted to bite your nail. You really did not want to get rid of some of your stuff. You owned a lot of nice things! You groan in frustration, lightly tapping yourself on your cheek to remind yourself that this is a desperate time.

So then you start clearing out your closet. You left yourself with clothes that would not make you that big of a target to rob in the streets. You stuffed the clothes into a bag that luckily wasn’t heavy enough to make you carry it like some giant snail. For protection, you grabbed a switchblade that you kept hidden under your mattress.

When you left your apartment complex, your anxiousness was heightened. You stayed as vigilant as you could, taking only routes that you knew were less populated than others. Each step felt heavier than the last, your grip tightening on the strap of the bag as if it were your lifeline. The streets of Zaun were quieter in these parts, but even the occasional glance from a passerby sent your heart racing. Every shadow seemed to stretch longer, every corner held the potential for trouble.

Your other hand brushed against your concealed switchblade, fingers brushing against its cool, reassuring surface. This wasn’t your first time walking these streets alone, but somehow, it felt different now. More vulnerable. You didn’t have a pack of people with you, nor do you think you look intimidating enough for people to leave you alone.

Most people in Zaun knew how to fight defensively, including yourself. But you would feel a lot more secure if you had Vi’s fists and her courage. You almost felt envious at the thought that she can walk wherever she wants to in Zaun and come out of every conflict without a bruise. You wished that you didn’t have to flinch at every sudden noise.

‘Good for her, I guess.’ You think.

You walked past an alleyway, spotting the silhouettes of two Zaunites in a heated embrace. You roll your eyes and keep walking.

As you walked, the weight of the bag on your shoulder felt less like a collection of clothes and more like a physical burden to carry. There were memories stitched into every seam, moments you wished you could hold onto and ones you wanted to forget, all bundled together and ready to be discarded.

‘Fucking hell! It’s just useless stuff!’ you tell yourself.

That nice shirt you almost kept wasn’t just a shirt—it was a promise you’d let yourself believe in. A promise that someone cared enough to bring you a piece of a better life, even if it reeked of a lie.

The irony of it all hit you as you passed an old, crumbling building with boarded-up windows. Here you were, clinging to fragments of a life that was never as stable as you wanted it to be, walking through a city that never stopped reminding you of how quickly things fall apart. Maybe this was just the way of Zaun—everything temporary, everything borrowed. As temporary as romantic relationships. As borrowed as precious time invested into a friendship that would never bloom.

You glance around at the passersby, wondering who might be willing to cough up a few cogs for some quality clothing. Selling these clothes felt like ripping off a layer of yourself, but desperation made the decision for you.

You drop the bag to your feet, grabbing the first shirt on the top. You contemplate putting it back in your bag since it was a favorite of yours, but you fight your urge.

“Any takers?” you announce, feigning confidence despite the pit in your stomach.

With each passing minute, your chest tightened. Would anyone even stop to look? Or worse: would someone take one look at you and try to snatch it all away? You sigh gently and wonder if you just made yourself a target. Paranoia about being tagged and robbed some other time might haunt you for a little while after this.

A wiry woman approached, her eyes darting to the shirt in your hands. "Nice fabrics you got," she muttered, fingers twitching at her side, "I’ll give you five cogs for it."

You clenched the fabric a little tighter, your lips pressing into a line, "Five? This is worth at least forty."

The lady sneered. "Forty?" she laughed, “You think anybody just has forty cogs on them, girl?” She stepped closer, her voice low and threatening. "Take the five, or you’ll end up with nothing.” Her eyes dart to the bag at your feet. You fight the urge to scoff at her bluff– you’ve seen much better intimidation tactics.

"Look, I know how this works. But this isn’t just some scrap—I know the quality, and so do you. Ten cogs, and it’s yours.” You keep a steady voice, kicking the bag behind you so it’s against the wall. Just a precaution.

The woman snorted, crossing her arms, "You think I’m some kind of idiot? I can get something like that off a pile for six at best."

"Then go find it," you shot back, refusing to back down, "You won’t get this kind of stitching in Zaun unless it’s straight from Piltover. Ten’s a steal, and you know it."

"Eight," she countered, her voice sharp. "Final offer. Take it, or I walk."

Your jaw tightened, but you nodded, "Deal."

You felt the sting of losing something worth far more than eight cogs as you handed her the shirt. At least you got something out of it, right?

Vi was looking into every crowd and peeking through every window hoping to catch a glimpse of you somewhere. The day was already almost over.

She spots Loris exiting a nearby brothel, and he makes eye contact with her. They meet halfway, an unamused expression on Vi’s face, “You really think (Y/n) would be spending her time in there?”

Loris shrugs, “I thought she might work there or something.” He smooths his hair into place.

Vi facepalms. Then after a moment, she looks up at him, “...Does she?”

“Nope.” He rubs his neck, wiping lipstick off of it.

Vi stands there with Loris, feeling somewhat hopeless. “Keep looking around, I guess.”

Loris nods, walking off in some other direction.

Vi does a double-take when some lady walks by wearing a very familiar shirt. For a moment, she thought it might be you. Vi pushed her way through a few people until she was right behind this person. She studied this person’s clothing. This is, without a doubt, the shirt you wore a couple of days ago.

She puts a hand on the lady’s shoulder, forcefully spinning her around. The lady gasps, quickly shoving Vi’s hand off of her, “The fuck do you want?” the lady barked, a disgusted look on her face.

“Where did you get that shirt?” Vi asks, her eye contact intense.

The lady opened her mouth to answer, but then her face became smug, “Oh you’re Vi, aren’t you?” She brought a hand to her mouth and giggled into it, “I don’t need to be sitting in front row seats to recognize everyone’s favorite fighter. Hah! I’m glad I didn’t bet on you yesterday. That would’ve been tragic for me.”

Vi clenches her fists, her nose wrinkling in annoyance, “Where did you get that shirt?” she repeated, more upset at the fact that this lady ignored the question. Vi could care less about this person’s lame attempt at rubbing in last night’s failure.

The woman smirked, clearly enjoying the tension she was causing, “What’s it to you? You planning to fight me for it, champ?”

Vi took a step closer, towering over her, “I’m not here to fight. Just tell me where you got it.” Her voice was sharp, low, and carried a weight that made the woman’s smile fall slightly. Vi’s eyes then narrow before she speaks, “You didn’t fight anyone for it, did you?”

“Geez, relax!” The woman exclaims, putting her hands up in defense while taking a step back. “Some poor sucker sold it to me earlier. She wanted forty cogs for it, that greedy bitch! But I got it for eight.” A smug look crosses her face. “Whats’a tough girl like you wanting prettier stuff like this for, huh? You gonna change your look, Vi? ‘Cause if you are, I’m willing to trade this shirt for your jacket.”

Vi’s eyes darkened, the muscle in her jaw twitching. “Not happening. Last chance—where did you see her?”

The woman shifted her weight back and crossed her arms, “She’s near that old pawn shop– it used to be called Benzo’s, or something. Couple of blocks away from it. You can't miss her. She’s hawking clothes to anyone who’d listen. Looked desperate, too. Pretty sad if you ask me.”

Vi took a step forward, forcing the woman to flinch. “I didn’t ask for your opinion,” she said, her voice icy. Without another word, Vi turned and pushed her way back through the crowd, her chest tightening.

You were out here somewhere, and judging by the description, you weren’t doing great. She quickened her pace, her mind racing as she tried to shake off the gnawing guilt. If she found you, she’d make this right—she had to.

By the end of the day, you got rid of most of your nicer clothing. As hard as it was to part with all those gifts you loved, your pockets were a bit heavier because of it. These things would have sold for what they were worth in a place like Piltover, but for obvious reasons you couldn’t bring yourself to make the trip over there and back.

You keep a hand on your hidden switchblade as you make the long journey back home. There was a growing sense of paranoia creeping up your spine. Each step felt heavier, the weight of your earnings barely enough to outweigh the gnawing unease in your chest. The adrenaline amplified your sense of hearing. Every miniscule noise like distant voices, your own footsteps, the buzzing of neon lights, and even the scampering of street rats and alley cats were completely ignored. Your eyes would lock on to every poster with a face on it, almost scaring yourself into thinking that it was an actual person against the wall. Most of it was just Piltover’s wanted posters for Zaun’s hero, Jinx.

You briefly wondered if a person like Jinx had to worry about running out of cogs. Maybe she was! Ever since Silco disappeared and fell off the face of the world, you wondered how she supports herself nowadays as his supposed ex-subordinate. In a way, you somewhat understood. The absence of Silco caused a rise in other shimmer drug lords which included your ex lover. You lived relatively comfortably with the cogs that they made from it, and now you’re struggling without them.

Yeah, maybe you do understand the Jinx hype in your own way. Though most people look up to her for pissing off Piltover, you feel like you can relate to her on a deeper level like no longer having someone to take care of you.

‘Who am I kidding?’ you think bitterly, ‘I’m grasping at straws to have anything–no, anybody to relate to. I don’t know a damn thing about Jinx and her life.’ Now you are walking around feeling extra lonely than you are paranoid.

You pass by a pawn shop that you were sure was closed down. When you were younger, rumor had it that some ogre-like creature killed the shop owner. There was some back and forth about it actually being enforcers who killed him rather than some cryptid. Who knows? That was ages ago, and that shopkeeper is nothing but a name that most people have forgotten. If he was alive today, maybe he would have given you the cogs that you deserved for your high quality stuff.

You felt yourself go cold when a figure stepped out from the shadows ahead. His face was obscured by a hood, but his posture screamed trouble—shoulders squared, stance wide, and a glint of something metallic surrounding his knuckles. Your shoes scrape against the floor as you come to a stop.

"That’s a nice little haul you’ve got there," he said, nodding toward your bag. His voice was low and rough, dripping with malice. Your legs tense up, wanting to run away. But this guy was not carrying anything, unlike you. He could catch up to you easily.

Gravel and broken glass crunch under his boots as he walks towards you, a low chuckle coming from him.

"I don’t want any trouble," you said, keeping your tone even, though fear made your stomach churn.

He smirked, taking a slow step closer, "Then hand it over, and there won’t be any."

Your hand moved instinctively to your pocket, fingers wrapping around the blade’s handle. "I don’t think you want to do this," you said, hoping to sound more confident than you felt.

The man laughed, but his eyes darted to your pocket, catching the subtle motion. “A pretty thing like you wouldn’t know how to use whatever thing. you're hiding.”

“Try me.” You say, but your voice cracks. You try to hide it by clearing your throat, “You might find yourself surprised.”

"I said, hand over the bag," he growled, tilting his head at you like he already owned it.

Your grip tightened on the switchblade in your pocket, your mind racing. Fighting him was a last resort—you weren’t sure you’d win, and even if you did, it could go south in so many ways. For a moment, the tension hung thick in the air, each of you waiting to see who would flinch first. But this moment of silence had you figure out that this man in front of you is full of shit. In other words, he’s all bark and no bite. If he wanted your stuff and was confident that you couldn’t defend yourself, he would have jumped on you by now.

“Threaten me again, and I’ll start yelling,” you say, finding your confidence, “I saw some enforcers a couple of streets away. They’ll hear me. I’ve got pipes.” You hope he buys your lie.

The man scoffs, “Enforcers wouldn’t care about a Zaunite screaming for hel–”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SAW JINX?” you yell. The man flinches.

“H-hey! Wait–” he begins.

“WHAT? YOU KNOW WHERE SHE’S HIDING?!” you screech loud enough to hear yourself echo in an alleyway nearby.

He reaches his hand towards your face, probably in an attempt to shush you. Before he can touch you, you jump back and reveal your switchblade. A satisfying click comes from it as you hold the blade towards him. He puts his fists up, clutching onto the brass knuckles in his fist. However, he lacked confidence. His posture was very weak now, and he kept looking around for any signs of people approaching. The two of you shift around in a circle.

There was some sort of noise coming from down the street, which seemed to scare the man enough to look behind him.

“Shit!” he whispers from under his breath. "Whatever," he muttered, his tough guy swagger cracking. "Keep your damn bag."

He shoulder checked you before he slinked away into the shadows, leaving you standing there, heart pounding and legs trembling. You would have waited until he was out of sight before making your own escape, but you had to get going before he realizes that you lied.

You’d managed to walk away unscathed this time, but the thought lingered in your mind as you hurried home: next time, you might not be so lucky. Your walking turned into a light jog, hearing nothing but your own heartbeat in your ears. You looked around desperately for any nook you could hide yourself in until you felt safe, but none of them seemed secure enough.

You suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder blade, making you yell out. You swing your arm, still holding the switchblade.

Your blade cut through the air, barely missing its target as a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. "Easy," came a low, familiar voice, but the adrenaline pumping through your veins drowned it out.

You twisted your arm, trying to free yourself from the grip. They dodged your next swing, their movements controlled, almost lazy, as if they were playing with you. You sweep one of your legs, tripping them. However, they manage to catch their balance because of their grip on your arm.

"Let go!" you snarled, lashing out with your free hand.

"Calm down, would you?" They grunted, catching your wrist again after it came in contact with their cheek. They then hold both of your arms firmly. "It’s me!"

You struggled, your breath ragged, your mind refusing to register their words. "Get off me, man!"

"Dammit, (Y/n), it’s Vi!" she snapped, her voice sharper now, the sound cutting through your panic like a blade. Your movements faltered, your heart still racing as you slowly opened your eyes, finally recognizing her under the dim light. The switchblade slipped from your fingers and clattered to the ground.

“Hey,” she says softly, shifting her weight as she slowly lets go of your arms.

Your knees felt weak, and you leaned back against the nearest wall, covering your face with your hands. "Shit," you muttered, shaking your head. "I—I didn’t know it was you."

Vi crouched down to pick up your blade. She examined it briefly before holding it out to you. "You’ve got a hell of a swing, though. Ah, but I have a tip for you: keep your eyes open next time.” She chuckles lightly as she rubs her cheek, looking at you and hoping to see if you’d laugh too. But you weren’t.

You don’t reply right away. You take your switchblade from her and retract the blade before putting it away. You slowly put your free hand to your chest, feeling your heartbeat. “What are you doing here?” you finally manage, your voice low and wary.

She takes a deep breath, “I… I came to apologize. For how I treated you. For what I said. I—I shouldn’t have taken my shit out on you.”

You blink, taken aback. Her words don’t feel rehearsed. Instead, they’re awkward and clumsy, but you can tell she means it.

“Why now?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at her. “You made it pretty clear last night how little you think of me.”

Vi winces, the sting of your words evident in her expression. “I didn’t mean it. Not a word,” she mutters, looking down at her boots. “I was pissed at myself and took it out on you. I know that doesn’t excuse it, but I just… I didn’t want to leave it like that.”

You study her for a moment, torn between giving her your back or shaking off the whole situation. A HUGE part of you was skeptical. This was not the first time you experienced something like this with someone else…

However, there’s something in her voice that made all the difference—a vulnerability that you only had one glimpse of before. You decide to test her.

You cross your arms, your posture stiff as you glance off to the side, “Why should I believe you?” you ask, your voice tight. “People always apologize to rid themselves of a guilty conscience. Not because they actually care.” You would know from personal experience…

Vi flinches but doesn’t back down. She walks over to stand in front of you, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care.”

You stay silent.

“(Y/n), please look at me.”

Slowly, your eyes meet hers. Her expression was soft, and this is the first time you’ve seen her without smeared makeup and dried blood all over her face.

“I have not cared about anything for months,” she says, fighting the urge to put a hand on your shoulder, “I… The things I’ve been through. I thought I would never be able to feel anything other than pain and abandonment. Until I met you. I’m tired of fucking up, (Y/n). I’m tired of feeling like this. I truly want us to be friends.”

You study her face, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you see is raw honesty. It makes your chest tighten in a way you aren’t prepared for.

“I’ve heard those words before,” you say, your voice quieter now but still guarded, “from people who ended up proving me right.”

The look of hurt on Vi’s face was enough to make you feel bad about shutting her down like this.

“Do you… still want to be friends with me?” she asks, finally breaking eye contact. She looked defeated, and on the inside she felt anger towards herself rising up.

You sigh, the weight of hesitation pressing against your chest. Testing her like this feels cruel, especially when you can see how much she’s trying, but a part of you can’t shake the fear of letting someone in again. Still, the idea of being alone with your thoughts, with the constant reminders of home, feels worse.

“You really think being friends with me is going to fix anything for you?” you ask, your voice is snappier than you intend, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability behind the words.

Vi looks at you again, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “I don’t think it’ll fix anything,” she admits, her tone steady but soft, “but maybe it’ll help. For both of us.”

A distraction. That’s what this could be. For her, for you. Maybe even for both of you.

You exhale slowly and finally meet her gaze, arms still crossed as you tilt your head slightly. You want to throw up from the rollercoaster of feelings you went through in less than ten minutes.

“Let’s do it right this time.” You finally say.

A small, relieved smile falls upon Vi’s face. It’s amazing how different she looks when all of her tension is gone. You blink a few times, not trying to make her uneasy with your staring. You’re still hesitant, still unsure, but for now, you let the wall between you drop just enough to let her in. Just enough to give you both something to hold on to.

You readjust your bag, resuming the walk back to your place. Vi stays put, unsure if she should follow. She wasn’t even sure where you were going. You look over your shoulder, stopping in your tracks. Vi, trying to stifle her burst of happiness, catches up to you.

“Wanna get a drink?” she asks.

“Tempting, but I have to drop my stuff off.” You pat your bag.

“The night is still young. We can go afterwards.”

“Tempting, but my apartment is a long way from the strip. Don’t you have a fight to get to?”

Vi shakes her head, “Nah, I promised Loris that I’d give it a break today. Yesterday kind of took a toll on me.”

You snuck glances at Vi. There was a new bandage on the bridge of her nose that wasn’t there yesterday.

“You really took a beating, huh?” You ask. You mentally scold yourself for testing her once more, but you couldn’t help it. Your defenses really wanted to see if Vi would explode on you like she did last night. And if she does, then so be it. It would just feel outright shameful for you to have given her another chance so soon.

“It’s nothing. It’s all just a part of my job.” Vi said it in a tone that tried to play it off like it’s no big deal. Her ego was still very much bruised on the inside, and something about you witnessing that embarrassed her. Furthermore, she felt ashamed as the memories of taking it out on you and Loris (but mostly you) resurfaced. Before you can speak again, Vi says, “(Y/n), I know I already apologized for it, but I want to apologize again. That whole day was just terrible. I had a bad morning, drank a bit too much, and my head wasn’t in the game. I let a lot of people down, but I think you got the worst of it.”

“It’s alright, Vi,” you say, shrugging, though you aren’t entirely sure if it is. You can't shake the feeling that she's hiding more than she's letting on, but you don't press. “We all have our bad days.”

She snorts humorlessly. “Yeah, well, it was a shitshow. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. The day I was having shouldn’t have mattered. You didn't deserve that.” Vi kicks a small stone, watching it roll away. “I’m not asking for you to forgive me.”

“I… I was really pissed at you this morning,” you admit, your voice quiet. “I wanted to stay mad at you, keep up the distance, you know?” You pause and let out a shaky breath, feeling a sting in your chest. “But I can’t. I don’t think I have the right to be. I mean... everything you’ve been through, including the multitude of stuff I don’t know about, I think you’ve got more to be angry or sad about than I do.”

You find your thoughts turning inward. You’d been so quick to throw up walls with Vi, to hold onto the anger from last night, to remind yourself that it wasn’t justifiable for her to treat you the way she did. But as you watch her walk beside you, looking so much like the person you will call your new friend—vulnerable and trying—fills you with guilt. You feel like you haven’t been very fair to her.

Vi glances at you, the hard edge in her eyes softening. Vi shakes her head, the smile she gives you was the gentlest you’ve seen in a while from anyone. It’s almost like she's proud of you for letting that much out.

“Hey. Do not downplay your feelings like that,” she says, her voice uncharacteristically gentle, though still firm. “You don’t think you’re also going through a lot? Just ‘cause I’ve been taking hits from people doesn’t mean I get to shove all the stuff you’re dealing with into a corner.”

You walk a few paces in silence, the space between you comfortable for the first time today. It felt good to have someone acknowledge your pain. “Thank you, Vi.”

She runs a hand through her hair, definitely not used to hearing those words. She shrugs, but smiles as she does so.

The lights have started to become less neon, less saturated. More softer yellow lights were around instead. Vi looked around at the somewhat nicer buildings. Even as a kid, Vi never really explored this part of Zaun. She looked at you curiously and put two and two together: you’re financially struggling.

“So… how long have you been living in this area?” she asks, now following you instead of walking beside you.

“Ah, nearly four years.” You find your key before spotting your building.

Vi raised her eyebrows, a look of realization on her face. To test her theory, she asks “You got roomies?”

You look back at her, wondering if you should lie. It’s not like Vi is a bad person, right? Should you tell her?

“...No,” you finally admit, voice soft. “I live alone.”

Vi’s eyebrows furrow, her lips pressing together in thought. “That can’t be easy,” she says, her tone careful, like she’s trying not to overstep. “This place… rent must be a lot.”

You simply hum in agreement, trying to play it off like it was nothing. You find your unit, unlocking the door and pausing. With your hand on the handle, you feel unsure if you should invite her in or not. The thought of someone else stepping into your space feels daunting—like giving her a glimpse of the parts of you you’ve been trying to keep hidden. This was way too soon. You clear your throat and look at Vi with a sheepish smile.

“Uh, I know we just stitched back our newfound friendship, but I don’t think I’m ready for you to come into my apartment yet.” You then chuckle awkwardly.

Vi blinks, then lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, no, I get it. You’re not ready for me to see the tragic state of your apartment, huh?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s actually clean, thank you very much.”

“Ah, so you’re the tragic mess, then?”

You stifle a laugh. At least this means she’s not upset with you for having her come all this way.

Vi then takes a step back, nodding in understanding. “No, I get it. I’m just happy that you’re back home safe. I should get going, then.” Vi turns on her heel and walks a few steps before looking back at you with a grin, “But now I know where you live, (Y/n), so you bet I’ll come looking for you if I don’t see you around.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you laugh, opening your door ajar.

“Whatever scares you more.” She teases.

Guilt tugs at you. She’d walked all this way with you, and now she’s walking off. You don’t even know if she’s going to go home or if she’s going to go drink by herself. You can see Vi hesitate again, and she turns around to face you once more.

“You sure you don’t wanna just say screw it and go straight to the bar? No bags, no rules, no complications.”

The suggestion almost tempts you, but you shake your head. “As much as that sounds like a perfect disaster, I’ve got to at least pretend like I’ve got my shit together for a few minutes.”

Vi hums, rocking back on her heels. “Fine, fine. I’ll be a patient, responsible friend for once.”

You snort and push your door open just enough to toss your bag inside before pulling it shut again. “There. My responsible moment of the night.”

“So, drinks?” she asks after a beat, her usual brashness returning as she gives you a sideways glance. You can tell that she’s trying not to show her excitement too much.

You chuckle despite yourself. “Yeah, drinks. Let’s just... take it slow, okay?”

And just like that, the night stretches ahead of you—uncertain, but a little less lonely than before.

The bar is packed, the low hum of conversations mixing with the distant bass of the music. Vi leads the way, navigating through the crowd with the ease of someone who’s been here more times than she can count. You follow closely, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke thick in the air. Your feet were killing you from all the walking you did today, and sadly there were no seats open at the bar.

Just as the two of you step in line to order some drinks, a voice calls out from behind you two.

“Well, well. If it isn’t everyone’s favorite frontrunner.”

Vi tenses beside you. It’s subtle, but you catch the way her shoulders draw up just slightly before she forces herself to relax. When she turns around, her expression is already set: a lazy smirk, cocky tilt of her head, the perfect facade.

The guy who spoke leans against a nearby table, drink in hand, eyes flicking over her with barely concealed amusement. You recognize those thick forearms. Next to him is the agile woman from the other night, leaning against him with her hand on his chest.

Vi exhales sharply through her nose. Her eyes darted between the two of them. “And you two are…?”

“That’s cute. You forget who we are? Or did we knock your noggin around too hard?”

Your eyes flick to Vi. She’s good at hiding it, but there’s something restrained in the way she stands, like she’s fighting the urge to react. You nudge Vi, already feeling protective over your barely-established friendship. “Just ignore them, Vi.”

The guy looks at you then, really looks, like he’s only just now realizing you’re part of the equation. His face twists into a smirk. “You got yourself an accessory?”

Vi steps in before you can answer, her voice flat. “Not everyone needs a floozy by their side,” she sneers, glancing at the lady beside him. The woman’s face wrinkles in anger. The man growls, slamming his drink down on his table before standing up straight. It was loud enough to make the ambience pause for a split second. When he takes a step towards you two, Vi takes a step forward, guiding you behind her with her arm.

“Hey, man,” the four of you turn to the bartender, yelling out, “Save it for the ring, or all of you are getting kicked out!”

The brute huffs, backing off. He returns to his table and his woman, picking his drink back up. He tips his drink toward Vi in some mock gesture of acknowledgment. “Next time, try to stay on your feet, Vi. I don’t think anybody finds you capable of walking a straight line in general.”

Vi growls, “I was wanting a rematch anyways!” She takes two aggressive steps towards him before you grab her by her arm and pull her back. “It’s not worth it, Vi. Come on.”

The man and woman laugh, then the woman speaks up, “Is she your new parole officer or something?”

“Say that again!” Vi barks, those words striking a nerve. You dig your heels into the ground as you try to keep Vi from taking another step, but holy hell this girl is a tank.

“Vi, just leave them! Come on,” you practically begged. Vi kept her eyes glued to the couple before letting you lead her away.

You drag her to the furthest end of the bar area away from her previous opponents.

“Sorry, (Y/n). I made us lose our place in line.” Vi sighs, still visibly upset.

“Don’t worry about that. You okay?” you ask, voice low.

Vi lets out a breath, rolling her shoulders like she’s shaking something off. That wasn’t exactly a yes or a no. What about their words triggered her so much?

“Ignore them, they’re stupid,” you say with a little laugh, trying to lighten her mood. Her face is still tense, and she’s not even looking at you. You notice how her jaw stays tight, her fingers flexing like she’s itching to throw a punch. The tension in her shoulders hasn’t eased one bit, and it doesn’t sit right with you. You could keep talking, try to get her to open up, but something tells you she doesn’t want to dwell on it.

So, instead, you do the next best thing. You move.

You sway a little, rolling your shoulders to the beat, then step in front of Vi, moving in sync with the music. At first, she doesn’t react, still caught in the storm of her own thoughts, but you don’t stop. You let yourself loosen up, exaggerating your movements just enough to catch her eye. A huge part of you feels stupid and awkward. It’s been a few years since you went out to dance at a club, and it probably would come more naturally to you if you already had a drink in your system.

She finally looks at you. “The hell are you doing?”

“Dancing. Duh!”

You can see Vi trying not to smile. “That’s a very interesting dance you got going on there.”

“Dance interestingly with me!” you grab her arm and pull her to the dance floor. The strobe lights should mask any further awkward dance moves you do.

“You’re ridiculous,” Vi mutters, but there’s a smirk playing at her lips now.

“Maybe,” you say, shooting her a wink, "but at least I’m fun.”

She begins to dance too, and her willingness to participate catches you off guard. “You really don’t look like the dancing type!”

“Just because I throw hands doesn’t mean I can’t dance,” she counters, getting closer to you so she doesn’t lose you in the crowd and the flashing lights.

But even as the two of you dance the rest of the night away, you can’t shake the feeling that whatever happened in that fight last night—whatever’s still sitting in Vi’s chest—hasn’t been left in the ring.

End of Ch. 5

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Chapter 2: Behind the Ice.

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

Summary: A large and empty pyramid in a large and empty desert await both you and Johnny, what will happen now that the two of you are alone?

Word count: 10k Warnings/Notices: named!reader, angst, johnny being annoying, violence, gore depicted, reader is rude and mean, a few curse words here and there, flirty johnny, sexually suggestive

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A/N: y’all I’m so sorry this has been sitting in my notes for weeks 😭 i’m such a procrastinator

Morning has descended onto Outworld. Gentle rays of sunlight illuminate the land below, casting out the darkness of the night. Birds from outside can be heard tweeting and chirping, a celebration of the moon handing over control to its solar counterpart.

The carriage is still continuing its journey towards the mission site, the two of you are now almost there.

Inside, you’re still fast asleep. Lost in the world of dreams, light snores can be heard slipping out of your parted lips. Johnny, however, has been awake for sometime. He was propped up in his seat, lazily scrolling through social media and letting out the occasional yawn as his body was ridding itself of the last vestiges of his fatigue.

He glanced up from his phone and took a look at you, still asleep and snoring lightly. A smirk graced his features. He had to admit, you looked rather cute while you were sleeping. Those light, barely audible snores coming from you made him chuckle, there was something so adorably funny about it.

Sunlight was streaming into the carriage. With the angle the vehicle was situated on, a ray of light fell right upon your sleeping body, specifically your face. The light of the ray gave your skin a lovely glow, almost as if it was emanating light itself.

Johnny couldn't help but admire you in this state. The way your skin shined and how the sunlight contrasted with your hair made you even more attractive in his eyes. You looked so pretty, a near-perfect example of a sleeping beauty.

Women like you were his weakness.

After a few moments of this, he sighed, a long and breathy exhale coming from him. Shaking whatever inappropriate thoughts he had out of his head, he leaned over you and lightly shook your arm, making sure to speak in a low voice.

"Wake up, sweet cheeks."

You were pulled from unconsciousness. The sudden transition from asleep to awake left you riddled with confusion. Your voice comes out slurred and slow as you begin to speak to him.

“Wha... Johnny? What are you..."

The sight of you like this made him laugh. That groggy and confused look on your face was so adorable to him, he really couldn’t resist the urge to taunt you a bit.

"Good morning, sunshine. Sleep well?"

"...Would've slept better if I wasn't woken up in the middle of the night..." You mutter, yawning loudly as you push your body up. You were awake for the day now, there was no going back to sleep.

"Have you woken me up because you're bored again?”

Johnny smiled at how groggy and dazed you sounded, not-so-subtly staring as you sit up and stretch out your limbs. The yawn you let out was quite loud, it got a small laugh out of him. Leaning back in his seat and shaking his head slightly, he spoke up and answered you.

"Believe it or not, no. I didn't wake you up 'cause I'm bored. I just thought you should be awake when we arrive at our destination."

"We're here?!" You’re rather alert now, you practically splutter out your words as you shoot up in your seat.

Johnny let out another laugh at your rather hyper response. Your slightly messy hair, the bags under your eyes, your bewildered yet alert expression, it was such a sight for him.

"Not quite. We're pretty close though." He pointed out of the window at the now different scenery. "We should be there in a few minutes or so."

"Oh..." You slump back down in your seat, a sigh coming from you as the adrenaline starts to leave your system. You stretch a little and wipe the sleep in your eyes away with your finger. Surprisingly, you actually don’t look that messy for someone who slept in a literal box.

After another loud yawn, you turn to Johnny, your vision still slightly blurry. "How did you sleep?"

"Eh, fine. A little uncomfortable, but I've slept in worse places than this." He shrugged ever so casually, not at all showing concern about the day ahead of him.

“We have a big day ahead of us. I hope you actually did sleep."

Johnny chuckled heartily at your comment, amused that you appeared to be concerned about his sleeping habits.

"Oh, I slept just fine, darlin'. You're worrying too much about me."

You scoff at his reply, a little baffled by his assumption. This man was so incredibly self-centred, it was all parts amusing and irritating.

"I am not worried about you. I only ask because I am concerned about how you will perform on this mission. I do not wish to mess this up for Liu Kang."

He smirked at you in response. You tried to claim that you weren’t worried for him, how cute! Though the truth, he didn’t buy your words. His ego was that large that the concept of anyone being anything less than obsessed with him was merely a fantasy.

"Aw, come on now. I'm the greatest damn fighter Earthrealm's got! You really think that the great Johnny Cage is gonna mess up an important mission like this?"

"If you're the greatest fighter Earthrealm has, then why was Raiden selected to represent us in the Mortal Kombat tournament?" You inquire with a slight snark in your voice, raising an eyebrow as you await an answer.

Johnny opened and then closed his mouth, both dumbfounded and speechless for the first time in a while. Your sudden comment about the tournament and how Raiden was Earthrealm's champion, rather than him, caught the man off guard entirely. He tried to come up with some quip to use against you, wanting to keep up his usual cocky demeanour, but he remained speechless.

A sly grin grew across your face, the sight before you was almost too good to be true. You prop your legs up on the seat adjacent and you cross your arms to your chest. To see this man, who normally couldn't stop talking, finally be rendered speechless and put in his place pleased you more than it should've.

"Yes... as I remember, you lost the first fight out of the five of us. Raiden bested you, didn't he?"

You knew what you were doing. Smugness was practically dripping from your voice as you inspected your nails, still awaiting a response. To him, it was like you were pouring salt on a wound. It was like you were kicking him when he was already down.

He couldn't handle the taste of his own medicine.

Johnny closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched tightly as your words rang in his mind. After all these months, he was admittedly still a little salty about how Raiden kicked his ass in the first round, it was still a bit of a sore spot for him. The great Johnny Cage loosing to some… farm boy. At times, he still couldn’t believe that it was real.

He could practically feel the smugness that was dripping from your words as you spoke of his defeat. Not to mention that you were now gloating about how he was beaten in the first round, too. How humiliating.

You start quietly snickering to yourself, the grin on your lips was growing wider by the second as you observed how pissy Johnny got when his ego was bruised.

"Lighten up, Cage. I'm only joking around."

Johnny narrowed his eyes at the sight of you and that smug grin of yours. Yeah, you were just messing around, he knew that. That was why he didn’t completely lost his cool on you. But that didn't mean that your words didn't bother him.

He clenched his jaw again before speaking in a rather terse tone.

"Yeah, yeah, joke all you like, princess."

You scoff and roll your eyes, brushing off his grumbly mood. The fact that Johnny could give but not take isn't your problem. No, not when you two have somewhere to investigate.

"We should be arriving soon. Stop sulking and focus on the task at hand."

Johnny grumbled slightly, he knew that you were correct about focusing on this mission. He had to swallow his pride and focus on the task at hand, despite how frustrated he was. He leaned back in his seat again and looked out of the windows, his expression remaining tense.

"Yeah, yeah… whatever.”

There's a silence between the two of you for a few minutes, only the trundle of the carriage being audible. You’re occupying yourself by looking out of the carriage window, staring at the outside world. Johnny had his gaze pointed downwards, fiddling with his hands and grumbling incomprehension under his breath. That fight was totally rigged, Liu Kang is LYING.

Suddenly, without warning, the carriage stopped. You and Johnny were both visibly caught off guard by this. Footsteps can be heard making their way from the front of the vehicle to the its interior's door. As suddenly as the carriage stopped, the door swung open.

You and Johnny hastily shield your eyes from the sudden onslaught of bright light. As both of your visions adjust to the light of the sun, your sight finally focuses on Geras in the doorway, now with the hood of his cloak down. His sepia skin looked smooth, like marble. His eyes were... a glowing blue?

“Jade. Johnny. Good morning. We have arrived at your destination.” He spoke to you confused two in that same usual rough and raspy, yet comforting voice.

Johnny perked up upon hearing that he’s finally here, after all this time. He laughed a little, cracking his knuckles and shaking his legs in preparation.

"Alright, sweet! We can stretch our legs now."

He turned to you, his tone is soft and his voice cheerful.

"You ready?"

"...Yes, I am." Your voice carried a hint of uncertainty to it but you nod in response, confirming that you’re good to go.

With that being said, the two of you exited the carriage. Geras graciously stood to the side as Johnny clambered out first, wildly rocking the vehicle in the process. Once he was on his own two feet, he loudly yawned and stretched his limbs out. He spent such a long time in those cramped confinements, he was grateful to be standing again.

Like the gentleman that he is, he turned around and dramatically bowed down, offering a hand out to you like a chauffeur would do to a starlet. And they say romance is dead!

Unfortunately for him, you didn't see it that way. No, instead of leaping into his arms like this was one of his movies, you simply suck your teeth and swat his hand away, giving him the stink eye as you walk down the steps of the carriage.

Johnny's attempt to be charming and act like the kind gentlemen he did back home was completely foiled by your brush-off. His hand hovered by his side for a brief moment. He looked over at you, a mixture of annoyance and slight confusion plastered over his face. He wanted to impress you, to show how nice and chivalrous he is, but instead he was greeted with a dismissive swat and a nasty glare? Ah, you must still be a little tired.

He sighed in defeat and muttered something under his breath, a bit more to himself than to you.

"Jeez... can't even try to be nice..."

You heard what he had to say, staring him down like you were looking at a bug. You didn’t respond, though. He wasn’t worth the waste of energy. Why focus on him when you have a mission at hand? Speaking of, now that you were finally out of the carriage, you look around and start to take in your new surroundings.

It was hot, very hot. You could see the way sights in the distance had a little wave to them, it was that warm. A vast, barren desert with nothing but dry ground and sand in sight met the both of you. Dry ground, and a massive, ancient pyramid ahead up ahead.

Johnny was buzzing with anticipation. The sight before him was truly impressive, he couldn't help the tingle of excitement threading its way through his being. It was a chance for an actual adventure, like something he'd star in, and he was going to relish every minute of it.

However… the same couldn’t be said of you. The sight of that massive structure in the distance, looming over the horizon and sticking out like a sore thumb, sent a chill down your spine. It looked… terrifying. All dark and eerie. A small part of you did wish that Liu Kang had selected someone else for this. Better they meet a grim fate than you.

As you and Johnny both stood in awe of your new environment, Geras stepped away from the horses and walked into view.

"The source of this disturbance has been traced to this pyramid in the distance. When you are ready to leave, I shall be here. I wish the both of you luck."

Johnny turned to face Geras, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgment. He was so incredibly excited, he was bouncing around on his feet as he struggled to contain the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Thanks, Geras. We got this."

You also turn to Geras and nodded your head, calmly expressing your gratitude.

"Thank you, Geras."

You turn back to Johnny, the neutral expression on your face contrasted his jovial one. He looked like a kid in a toy store whilst you looked like you were going to war.

"Well... let's go.”

Johnny's excitement was only further fuelled by your calm but ready demeanour. He returned your stern face with a wide grin and an enthusiastic nod.

"Yeah, let’s go! Let's kick some ass and end whatever's happening!"

He started forward, his pace brisk as he began to jog to the imposing structure up ahead. Sighing, you took off as well, not before waving goodbye to Geras.

You walked quickly to catch up to Johnny, not thinking it wise to let him run off on his own. Just what have you gotten yourself into?

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You catch up to Johnny, slowing your pace as you take your place beside him. He couldn't deny slightly feeling a small tingle of something at the sight of you next to him. The way the accents on your uniform gleamed in the sunlight made you look even more breathtaking, the need to get a little closer to you started to gnaw at him.

He took the chance to get chatty, wanting to fill the silence with something. And what better way than something flirtatious?

"Hey, Jade. Can I ask you something real quick?"

"Ask." You didn’t even turn to face him as you responded, not considering it worth the effort.

Johnny slowed his pace ever so slightly as to keep you closer to him. Truth be told, he didn’t actually have a question in mind. He just wanted to hear your sweet voice, even if it was chastising him.

He took a second to generate an think of an actual question, his brown eyes flickering with speculation before finally landing on something. His voice was casual and his tone a bit cocky, but there was a small hint of genuine curiosity behind his words.

"So... you ever had a boyfriend?"

You turn to Johnny to give him a disapproving look, a scowl gracing your features.

"That is none of your business, dolt."

Johnny chuckled softly, his confident and casual demeanour failed to falter. Your cold response did nothing to deter him. If anything, he found it endearing how annoyed you got at him.

"Oh, come on, princess. I'm just tryna get to know you better, that's all."

You don’t say anything, instead you suck your teeth in irritation. The desert heat, as well as Johnny Cage in general, was evidently starting to get to you.

To Johnny, this was just too damn easy. You were all the entertainment he needed on this mission. The way your face screwed up whenever he said something stupid was money. You were just so cute!

He glanced to the side, finally taking note of the dry and hot atmosphere surrounding, and how uncomfortable it was getting. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down the nape of his neck, the inside of his uniform was starting to cling and stick to his heated skin.

"Damn... don't know about you, but it's getting hot out here."

"I'm aware..." You wipe the brewing sweat off of your forehead, mentally cursing yourself for not bringing any drinking water with you.

'What, princess? Can't handle the heat?" He laughed, teasing you again.

You brush a loose strand of hair out of your face, not responding to him.

He merely chuckled again in response to your silence, your lack of response did nothing to deter this little pest. That sly smirk remained on his face as he continued to tease you in the same mocking tone as before.

"Oh, c'mon now. Not gonna give me a witty comeback, darlin'?"

"How is it that you have a man's body but a boy's mind?" You turn to face him, finally replying. Your eyes were narrowed, your voice laced with irritation.

In contrast, Johnny burst into a round of laughter. He liked the response he got, maybe a little too much. A small part of him did feel a little flustered that you were so observant about him, but he didn’t let this show. He stopped walking to catch his breath, managing to speak through his bouts of laughter.

"Oh, nice one, princess! l love a woman who can give as good as she gets."

You too stop walking, pausing your pace to look down at him with your arms crossed. Disdain darkened your eyes, you look at him like a parent about to scold this misbehaving child.

“Tch, imbecile…”

Johnny took a moment to compose himself before he stood back up and bounced around a little bit, still laughing a little.

"What can I say? I'm gifted, in many different ways."

"Gods above, you're gross..." You mutter as you pick your stride back up and walk past him, the back of you hiding the nastiest of scowls forming on your face. The way he put emphasis on the word “many” made it painfully obvious what this devil was implying.

Johnny continued to laugh for a few more seconds before recovering from his little fit. He watched you walk past him, shamelessly drinking in the view that was the back of you.

He did eventually managed to calm himself down, though. Jogging a bit to catch up to you, he was walking by your side once more, en route to the massive imposing structure in the distance.

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After walking for about a mile more, the two of you finally reached the pyramid. Now standing outside the main entrance, you both look up at the gigantic building, taking all of the massive sight in.

The pyramid was a tall, imposing, ominous and incredibly ancient building. Having been long since abandoned, it was now in a state of decay. The paved floor of the main entrance was cracked, debris and rubble scattered all around the courtyard. The once pristine sandstone bricks were now green with mold and overgrown vegetation. A large, wide shadow was cast in the part of the desert it was situated in. not even the local wildlife dared to venture near this building.

Both you and Johnny were equally starstruck by the sheer presence of the pyramid. Neither of you had ever seen anything like this in your lives. You both couldn't help but stare up at the massive structure in awe. It was absolutely enormous and more than a little intimidating to look at. Despite its decay, it was still very impressively built, withstanding the test of time.

You two were stood right at the base, each of your gazes focused on the top of the building. The ominous darkness of the inside, where it was void of sunlight, was strangely captivating.

Johnny’s voice finally spoke, his tone soft and surprised.

"Damn... it's impressive. Creepy... but impressive."

"Indeed..." You mindlessly agree because yeah, he’s pretty much correct.

You stop ogling the massive structure and turn to the side to face Johnny, your facial expression and tone now deadly serious.

"We don't know what we're walking into, we must be ready for anything. If you need to take a minute to prepare yourself, that's fine. Let me know when you're ready to enter."

Johnny tore his eyes away from the structure to look at you, taking note of how serious you looked, a lot more than usual. It was a far cry from the annoyed and frustrated expressions that he had been working so hard to bring out just minutes ago. He found himself having to adjust to the sudden shift in atmosphere.

He nodded his head slowly, his own expression now also much more focused and serious.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm good."

He folded his hands together, cracking his knuckles before speaking again.

"Let's do this."

You nod your head at him, acknowledging his conformation. The tiniest of smiles graced your features.

The two of you make your way to and through the entrance of the pyramid, stepping over debris, overgrown vegetation and the bones of ancient corpses. Such a charming setting.

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The pyramid interior was what would be expected of such a building. Dark, unclean, creepy and with a musty smell in the air. Both the interior and exterior of the building were equal in the amount of eerie and ominous vibes that they emitted. Johnny felt a shiver run down his spine at the sight of his new surroundings, but he ignored it in an attempt to remain as calm as possible.

Thankfully, Liu Kang provided the pair of you with torches to combat the pyramid's darkness. Flicking them on and using the light streams to scan around the massive space, you and Johnny start to examine your surroundings.

You both slowly and carefully walk forward, keeping alert and on guard in case anything jumps out. The semi-flickering light of the torch seemed to throw shadows all over the place, which really didn’t ease the creepy atmosphere.

He spoke up after a moment, his voice still calm despite the dark surroundings.

"Sure is... charming in here."

You didn’t respond, you were busy shaking off the remnants of a cobweb that you accidentally stepped on, quietly wincing as you shake the string off of your boot. You can’t stand insects, and the realisation that this old pyramid was most likely full of them sent a shiver down your spine.

…Not that you want Johnny to know that. Why give him one more thing to tease you about?

Well, unfortunately for you, he did indeed take notice of your shaking off the cobwebs, and you wincing in slight disgust. He laughed quietly to himself, the sight of a big bad assassin being shaken by some tiny bugs was amusing to him.

"Pffft… you afraid of some little bugs, princess?" A taunt slipped out, in a rather mocking manner. He really couldn't help himself.

“…No." A lie. An unconvincing one at that.

Whatever, though. You have bigger fish to fry. After throughly shaking your boot clean, you make your way over to Johnny, standing by his side as you pull out a supposed map of the temple given to you by Liu Kang.

"Let's see... we should be right... here."

He glanced over the map, checking for his current location. A sly smirk on his face, he was tempted to tease you further about your arachnophobia but he very maturely decided to stop. He is on a mission, after all.

Speaking of, when you pointed it out your current location, he nodded his head and looked over at you in acknowledgment.

"Yeah... got it. Looks like we're right on track."

You begin explaining the plan you thought up, solely focusing on the map in your hands as well as the potential layout of the pyramid interior. Johnny, however, lost focus pretty much immediately. Instead, he switched his attention over to your lovely self, starting to blatantly check you out. He was shamelessly looking at your body, his gaze roaming all over. You were so close to him, he even caught a faint scent of your perfume. All of your words were going in one ear and out the other as you were diligently explaining your plan.

That was, until you snapped him back to reality.

"...So do you understand?"

Uh oh.

Johnny was too preoccupied with…assessing you to even have the faintest idea about what you were saying. It wasn't until you had asked if he understood the plan that he snapped out of his trance. He was so distracted by your…features that he had lost count of how long he had been staring at your body instead of the map in your hands.

He snapped his focus back to you, hoping his ogling hadn't been too obvious.

"...Huh?"

You frowned.

"And you weren't listening. Great." You sarcastically muttered, irritation starting to simmer inside of you.

Johnny mentally berated himself for getting too sidetracked by “analysing” your form instead of listening to a word of the plan. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, trying to look apologetic.

"Uh... sorry, I was a bit..." He stopped himself before he said he was too busy checking you out. That would make things worse. "…Distracted. Got a little... distracted, looking at you."

Ugh, was he serious?

You were pissed, of course, but you couldn’t say that you weren’t somewhat expecting this. After all, this is Johnny "hi i'm a notorious womaniser" Cage you’re with.

You can’t be bothered to repeat your whole plan again, you only sigh and give him a disapproving look before carrying on.

"Right, you know what? It doesn't matter. Just... follow me."

You turn around and advance further within the building, slightly slamming down the soles of your boots on the hard floor as you make your way down a staircase.

Johnny could tell how annoyed and angry you were at his lack of attention. He really couldn't blame you, this was kinda his fault. He internally scolded himself not only for not listening but also for being shameless enough to be ogling you so blatantly to the point of being distracted.

He followed behind you in silence, the echoes of your boots against the stone floor being the only sound between you two as the both of you ventured down the staircase. He winced at your rather hard steps, knowing that they were a sign that you were rightfully pissed at him.

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So there the two of you were. Venturing down a staircase that led to the rest of the pyramid. You were in front, leading both yourself and Johnny further through the building. He was behind you, his focus solely on the darkness in front of him...

And also on your ass.

Well, he really was trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not get sidetracked once again, honest! But… it was proving difficult to do so. His eyes involuntarily found themselves roaming all over your back view, it was taking every bit of effort to keep them on the darkness ahead instead of your…features. God, the way your hips swayed with every step you took…

Thankfully for him, you didn’t notice his staring. Instead, you stopped walking and waved Johnny over, pulling out the pyramid map from your back pocket. You wanted to suggest where in the pyramid to head for. The innermost chamber, the near centre of the building, would be a good start in finding the origin of this disturbance, you thought.

You took a step towards him. The two of you were now close enough to the point where your shoulders were touching. Noticing this, he grinned at you, shooting you a wink to go with it. You don’t reciprocate his advances, you only roll your eyes in response, muttering under your breath about how much of a dog he is.

Johnny chuckled to himself upon seeing your beautiful eyes roll yet again. He really got a kick out of your annoyed reactions, finding them strangely cute in a way.

Focusing back on the map, you point to where the innermost chamber was depicted.

"I think we should head... here. This should be a good start in looking for whatever the source is."

He actually did try to focus on the map this time instead of you once again, but the two of you were so close that Johnny couldn’t help not saying something. His eyes flickered mischievously, and he started to whisper something into your ear.

"You know, Jade... you're really cute."

"You know, Johnny... you're really annoying." You banter back with him, but not in any way that suggests you share the same interest he has in you. Very much the opposite.

"Ha! Oh, come on. You know you like it.”

Johnny’s tone had that cockiness to it that you couldn’t stand, he didn’t miss a beat and completely unfazed by how irritated you were with him. He nudged you slightly with his shoulder, a cheeky smirk plastered on his face as he did so.

"Ugh..." You roll your eyes again and let out a groan. His relentlessness astounds.

"Annoying AND self-deluded..."

Johnny continued to smirk at you, the look in his eyes hungry. He was more than used to the your pissed off and frustrated reactions. That’s why he did what he did. You’re just so damn cute!

He leaned in closer with a smug expression, speaking in a low, sultry tone.

"But you know you love it when I get on your nerves, princess."

His everlasting pursuit of you, coupled with that sickly sultry voice, sent a feeling of disgust through your body. Rage was starting to simmer within your being.

You take a couple of steps back from Johnny, not wishing to be this close to this man-child anymore.

"Some may swoon for you, but I will not." Your tone was firm, unwavering. You weren’t going to fall for this womaniser’s tricks.

Johnny's smirk widened into a grin. He stepped forward again to close the newly established distance between the two of you, getting right back in your personal space.

"What, you think you're too good for me? Too good to flirt with little ol' me?”

He flashed you his pearly teeth for a second. His voice was cocky and arrogant, he leaned in towards you as he spoke next.

“C'mon... you know I can make you change your mind."

Of course, he was completely oblivious to the fact that he was only pissing you off more. Or maybe he wasn’t, and this was all just a game to him. But, once again, he got a little too close for comfort. You did nothing in order to stop him, though. A strong death glare was aimed right at him as the man smirked in your face.

Johnny snickered softly at your expression, the scrunchy look on your face was oh so strangely attractive to him. He closed in the distance a little further, noses only a few inches apart. He leaned in so that he could whisper something to you.

"You're so damn cute when you're angry, sweetheart."

You started to respond, but then you suddenly stop. Taking your attention off of Johnny, you whip your head to the right, looking at the darkness ahead.

There was a noise coming from ahead of you. It almost sounded like... footsteps? No, this couldn't be. The pyramid was supposed to be completely deserted, void of life. And yet... this mysterious sound still persisted. Cutting through the silence, this was something that sent a chill down the spine of both you and Johnny.

You push Johnny away by a couple of meters, looking at him with worry awash all over your face.

"Stop." You push Johnny away by a couple of meters, looking at him with worry awash all over your face. "Did you hear that?"

Johnny felt a pang of...something when you suddenly pushed him away. But whatever it was it quickly vanished from his mind when he heard an unexplained noise coming from the dark corridor.

"Yeah... l heard it."

He took a moment to compose himself, very subtly readjusting his pants before turning his attention on the darkness ahead.

"It seems to be coming from right... there."

When Johnny shined his flashlight in the perceived direction of the noise, a person came into view.

This person was tall, well built and clad in spiky, metallic, bone-like armour, complete with a skull shaped helmet. An appearance fitting of one of the soldiers who work under the infamous disgraced warlord, General Shao.

You and Johnny stood there in shock. Your eyes only widened when the whole area around you lit up. The sudden influx of light revealed that the two of you were standing in the entrance of a large room. Two more men were across from you guys, having just lit the sconces on the wall and illuminating a guard post/camp of sorts.

It's almost impossible to read Johnny's expression as he stares down at the men in front of him, his mind moving a mile a minute. His body language indicates that he is confused, curious, and also slightly on edge.

Finally, he spoke up in a stern, but playful tone. His eyes remain glued to the first man, the torchlight illuminating his body.

“…And just who might you be?"

“GET THEM!”

The first man was the one to bellow out, ordering his fellow soldiers to attack. His voice raw and deep, loud enough to shake your very bones. The other men grabbed their weapons and began to charge at you two, yelling out battle cries as they did so.

Before you could even react, Johnny immediately rushed forward and started to...fight them? Not only that, it seemed like he was actually winning. By a landslide, too. One unarmed Earthrealmer against three of General Shao's armed soldiers and yet... he was holding his own very well. Not just very well, extremely well.

You were shocked, utterly. Your expression was similar to that of someone witnessing something entirely fanatical. You knew that he was a martial arts star, yes. You also knew that he was one of Earthrealm's champions, of course. But, you had never actually seen him in action before. Well, real action.

Up until now, you were admittedly puzzled as to why Liu Kang was so keen on keeping Johnny around, and now you saw why. As he battled with General Shao's men, laughing to himself and letting out witty one-liners the whole time, you stood and watched, in pure disbelief.

A couple more minutes of this pass. By the time the fight was over, your jaw hung wide open.

The three men were now dead, their bodies a mess of blood, guts and bone all strewn out on the floor. Johnny was now covered in their blood.

He had a few bruises and cuts here and there, but overall he was fine.

Whilst he stood up and began to sort himself out, you start to speak.

"Johnny, what the fuck was that?!"

…Is what you would've said. However, because you were in such a state of shock, partially due to seeing three men brutally killed in front of you and partially due to seeing what Johnny was actually capable of, you weren’t even able to form a proper sentence. So, instead, you sounded more like:

"Wha...you just...how..."

Johnny turned to you and let out a laugh. He saw how you were staring at him, that utterly baffled expression all over your face. It was really cute to him that you were seemingly unable to form a coherent sentence. He slowly walked over , planting his hands on his hips as he spoke in an all-too-smug tone.

"Impressed yet, princess?"

"You...you just...how did you..."

You were still at a loss of words. This man who had the maturity of a child, this man who never took anything seriously, this man that she had always disliked from day one, just took down three large soldiers. Not only that, but like it was easy as well.

What was this?

Johnny’s grin persisted as he stopped in-front of you, clearly taking great pleasure in how amazed and dumbfounded you were. That agape mouth of yours made him snicker to himself, it was so funny!

"What? Surprised I know how to fight? You thought I was just some pretty boy who wouldn't last a round in a real fight?"

Minus the "pretty" part, yeah, that's exactly what you thought of him. Ever since the day you two met, you never pictured Johnny Cage as a skilled fighter that’s capable of besting literal soldiers.

To be proved wrong like this was a wild experience.

You, still completely starstruck, let out the breath that you didn't know you were holding on to. Whilst it was… something to see Johnny's true power, you were still on a mission. You need to concentrate.

"...Well done, Cage." You dryly and semi-reluctantly congratulated him, finding interacting with Johnny in any other way that wasn't belittlement to be extremely hard.

"You handled yourself well. Good…” This is so incredibly painful. ”…good job."

Johnny simply chuckled at your somewhat begrudged compliment, obviously taking great pleasure in your adverse reaction. He smirked, a gleam of arrogance filling his brown eyes as he spoke.

"Good? Really? That's all you can say? C’mon, admit it. You were blown away by those moves, weren't you?"

You chuckle dryly and half-heartedly, still in a state of shock. Composing yourself, you walk past him and over to one of the camps the men had set up, in hopes of finding some information. The splatters of blood that were now covering some of the furniture really weren’t helping your mood at all.

Thankfully, Johnny didn't see you mouth a "What the fuck?" when your back was turned to him. He didn't need another ego boost right now.

He was about to say something snide to you, but he noticed the serious air in your walk as you made your way over to one of the tables where the men had been stationed. Curious, he decided to follow you over, following behind and leaning back on the free spot next to you.

"Whatcha looking for, princess? Some sort of...info on why they're here?"

You ignore him. Not because you feel like being mean, but because you were still processing the bloodbath that you had just witnessed. Your mind was going at a mile a minute, you were still processing the fact that all of your assumptions about Johnny were wrong.

You rummage through the formerly alive men's possessions, their notes and their encampment. You were hunting for some sort of information about the pyramid and why Shao's men were here.

Johnny watched as you rummaged through the dead men's belongings, a sly little grin on his face. He was still taking a little too much joy in your baffled and dispirited state of mind after that little skirmish. He waited for you to either find something or get bored and move on, not saying a word the whole time. He didn’t show it, but a part of him also felt a spark of intrigue as to why these men were here.

And then you found it. Plans. Plans on some sort of magical machine and how it worked. You pretty quickly sum up that this machine was most likely the source of the disturbance. But just why were General Shao's men here in the first place? This can't be just a mere coincidence.

"Cage!"

You spin around to face Johnny with the notes still in your hand. Your eyes were wide with anticipation, you were eager to tell him about all that you had found out in just a few minutes.

“I…you...this pyramid…a machine...Shao..."

Maybe a little too eager. You were still so shaken up by Johnny's 3v1 that you found it hard to string a sentence together. All of your thoughts were coming out completely jumbled.

Johnny pushed himself off the table and turned his whole body to face you. He truly wanted to laugh again, your persisting bewilderment and shock was still so funny to him. He had no idea that you’d be this easy to impress! But, he pushed down the desire to ridicule you upon seeing the pieces of paper in your hand.

"Woah, woah. Slow down. Take a deep breath and tell me what you found."

He gently placed his hands around your wrists. Surprisingly, this was effective in calming you down. You took a deep breath in, temporarily clearing and calming the raging storm in your mind to inform Johnny of your findings.

"These are plans. Drawings. Drawings of some sort of machine. These notes indicate that the machine is in the centre of the pyramid, where the innermost chamber is. Why it's there and what it does, I don't know. And why Shao's men were seemingly guarding this place, l also don't know..."

You start to falter a little, your thoughts start to get a little sidetracked. When Johnny saw this, his hands trailed up a little and gave your own a light squeeze, a strangely kind gesture that helped you carry on.

"...But, I believe we'll find answers if we keep searching this pyramid. There has to be at least something in this place."

Johnny listened intently as you spoke, his hands still over yours and his demeanour now serious, admittedly a weird sight to see.

"Then that's what we'll do. We'll scour this place, find answers and figure out why Shao's men here."

He released his grasp on you and walked forward, through the pyramid. Over his shoulder, his hand shot up, gesturing for you to follow.

"Come on."

First he just killed three of Shao's formidable soldiers, and now he was actually taking this mission seriously?!

Was this real?

You were still shocked by this sudden development. You stood there for a few seconds, watching Johnny walk away. Only then did you realise that you also must follow him, further into the pyramid.

However, as you walked to catch up with him, something began to form within you. A feeling, small but still present, started to grow in your brain that would forever change the way you viewed Johnny Cage.

You were beginning to respect him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

As the two of you silently walk through the pyramid, Johnny couldn’t help but notice your continued shock.

He turned to you and flashed a grin, finding it amusing that you’re still so visibly caught off guard. He nudged your shoulder and spoke up, his tone a lot more playful than before.

"What's got you so shook, Jade?"

His shone his torch on you, taking the chance to subtly check you out and run his eyes over every curve of your uniformed body.

Johnny’s sudden question had you realising that you were still in a state of shock. You quickly compose yourself. The back of your fingers brush a loose strand of hair away from your face, you clear your throat before responding next.

"How did you do that? Back there, with those men?”

"What? Fight those three?"

Johnny let out a small laugh when you questioned him. You were just so funny to him, even if it was unintentional. He grinned at you in an arrogant manner and shrugged his shoulders, torchlight illuminated the drying blood stains on his arms.

"Years of practice."

Your interest was officially piqued. Now, you were actually starting to somewhat take an interest in him. It dawned on you in this moment how little you knew about Johnny as a person. Just where did he learn to fight so well?

"Practice, you say?"

You smile at him slightly, for the first time in like, ever. The corners of your lips curl upward, the disdain you held for him starting to dissipate in the moment.

"Where have you trained?”

Johnny chuckled once more. A part of him was impressed that you were finally actually taking an interest in him.

“Well, princess, I’ve trained in a lot of places. There’s some Hollywood stuntman training. Various martial arts schools in loads of different countries. Oh! And, of course, I can’t forget the monks back at the Wu Shi!”

He was starting to get a little hyperactive, his steps now had a slight bounce to them. How could he not? He was talking about his favourite topic; himself!

You could sense that Johnny was gearing up to launch himself into a long tirade, but you did nothing to intervene. This time, you actually wanted to hear what he had to say.

He turned to face you again, a large smile on his face.

"Where did ya think I learned to fight, sweetheart?"

“I don’t know. Honestly, I never realised that you were that skilled."

Johnny laughed, slowing his pace a little. That smug demeanour of his started to come back in full force.

"Yeah, I know. Everyone's so distracted by this...”

He gestured towards his face, indicating his good looks.

“…They don't even notice that I'm also packing this."

He clenched his fingers into a fist this time, the gesture referring to his fighting skills.

You actually spare a chuckle a little at his humour, looking down as you crack a small smile. This man is so unbelievably ridiculous, despite how talented of a fighter he is.

Your efforts to conceal your reaction were ultimately pointless seeing as Johnny still saw the way that small smile graced your lips. He smiled too, he was actually pleased that you genuinely laughed with him. Usually, you either roll your eyes or scowl at him when he cracks a joke. To see you actually respond positively, even if you tried to conceal it, was…something!

He decided to push his luck a little and say something a bit more... flirtatious. He slowed his pace a bit more, his smile turning a bit more cheeky.

"You know... I'm also packing something else too."

Alright. Johnny had pushed his luck a little too far now. Your subtle smile quickly morphed into a scowl, your face slightly contorted in irritation. He just couldn't resist making some sort of sexual joke for five minutes, could he?

"By the Gods..." You groan, quickening your pace so that you were now ahead of him, leading the way further into the pyramid.

He didn’t take offence, though, Instead, Johnny just chuckled at your annoyed reaction. He always found you to be so cute when you got all irritated by him. Of course he called out as you stomped off, he couldn’t help it.

"What’s wrong? Not interested in finding out what I'm packing?"

The smirk on his face was wiped off by another sudden noise. Interrupting the silence, the sound of people running could be heard from the floor above. By now, Shao's forces that were stationed inside the pyramid were probably aware that they weren't the only people in the building. As such, each station around the site gradually started to mobilise in preparation, for possible confrontation with the intruders.

You were visibly caught off guard by the movement above, stopping dead in your tracks and looking up at the ceiling. After a few seconds, you turn to back Johnny, fear and dread darkening your face.

“Did you hear that? There's people above us."

Johnny walked over to you, slowly and quietly in order to overhear the running above. Gone was his usual cocky demeanour from seconds before, a much more serious one has taken it’s place.

"Yeah, I heard them. Sounds like there's a lot of them, too."

He turned to look at you, breath hitched and eyes darkening slightly.

"Think they've caught on that we're here?"

Your voice lowered to a whisper, the sudden pseudo presence of Shao’s men making you hyper-aware of your movements and surroundings.

"...If we’re quiet enough and stick to the shadows, then we should be able to reach the center of the pyramid without giving ourselves away to anymore of Shao's men. Got that?"

Johnny nodded in agreement, a small and determined smile gracing his features. Working under pressure like this was exciting for him, he felt like a ninja or some sort of action icon he would portray. There was something so childishly fun about this all.

"Yeah, I got it. Lead the way, princess."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Over the next few hours, the two of you made your way through the pyramid, as silently and stealthily as possible. You, specifically, were extra careful to not alert anymore of Shao's men to your presence, lest you and Johnny be forced to fight and meet an untimely fate.

This pyramid was such a large structure that by the afternoon, despite all their progress, you and Johnny weren't even halfway to the innermost chamber. However, sticking to the shadows did actually give you an opportunity to overhear Shao's forces discussing amongst themselves.

Piecing together what could be overheard so far, you gathered that the source of this particular disturbance was indeed the mysterious machine depicted in the notes you found, located right in the center of the pyramid. It seemed to be powered by some sort of rock or stone… though you unfortunately couldn’t pick up on anything else. Why General Shao's men were guarding this machine and why this machine was even there in the first place was still a mystery to you. Maybe, if you and Johnny keep advancing deeper into the structure, you would find more answers.

By now, the two of you were resting in a small, hidden room that had been found. Using your flashlights as a source of illumination, the both of you laid back against the walls and sought some rest for a little while.

Johnny let out a small sigh, stretching his legs out and resting his arms behind his head. The events of the day so far weighed heavy on his mind. From the long journey just to get here to spending all day sneaking around this dark and dusty pyramid, not to mention having to do all of this with you of all people… it was a lot. No offence, of course.

He glanced over at you, brushing the stray hairs out of your face whilst you rest against the wall adjacent to him. His eyes discreetly roamed over your tired form for a moment before he spoke.

"How much farther do you think we have left to go?"

"We are doing well. We get closer to the innermost chamber by every step. If we keep this up, we should reach our destination undetected."

You sighed, partially letting go of the stress that was weighing on your shoulders. You were committed to this mission, sure. But, it felt really good to let your guard down a little and take a break after hours of being on your feet. This was tiring work.

Johnny nodded in agreement, his eyes roaming over you once more. You didn’t notice how his gaze lingered on you a little longer than what was necessary. He couldn’t help it, the sight of your body was near-addicting to him.

"Yeah, but it's a lot of sneaking around. I'm tired of having to sneak around like a damn mouse. Wouldn't it be faster if we just kicked some ass and fought our way through?"

"That would be unwise. We would risk grievous injury, or worse. Sticking to the shadows is our best option."

Johnny chuckled, his lips stretching into a small smile. This was such a “you” response, always wanting to do the sensible thing and never daring to take risks.

"Yeah, sure sure. I get what you're saying. Sensible and safe. But don't you get tired of it? Don't you just want to let loose a little and be a bit reckless for once?"

"No." You reply bluntly, looking over at him with a disciplinary look. You would never dare admit it, but a part of you found it a little comical how immature Johnny was. You still can’t really believe that this was the same man that bested three of Shao's soldiers all by himself.

“Ah, you’re so stubborn, Jade…” A weak smile was on his face as he shook his head a little and turned away, losing himself in his own thoughts for a bit. A deep, breathy sigh escaped him as he turned to look at you once more.

"So, I'm guessing it's a “no” to being a little reckless and fun?"

You wordlessly scoff at his question, slowly shaking your head in disbelief.

A few moments of silence followed next. Seeing as there was not much to do, you allowed yourself to take note of how exhausted Johnny across from you looked. The fact that he still looked decently attractive after spending a whole day sneaking around an ancient structure didn't elude you, the slight softening of your facial features showed this. The dried blood stains littering his uniform actually complemented his appearance, in a weird way.

Did he always have such picturesque features?

A part of you did start to harbour some concern for the man, although you didn't let this show. Nevertheless, something in you was still promoted to ask him if he was alright.

"Are you... alright, Cage?"

Johnny's eyes widened a little in surprise, your mild display of concern for him took him off guard. This was so out of character for you, he really didn’t expect you to ask such a thing. He stared at you for a moment, studying your awaiting expression, He let out a small laugh.

"I'm fine, just a little tired, is all."

He gave you a small, tired grin, which was a little less cocky than the ones he usually gave. Exhaustion was shining through his slick face. You smiled back at him a little in response. Your nerves are eased knowing that there wasn't actually anything wrong with your companion. Only simple fatigue.

"I'm tired too. This is nothing some rest can't solve."

You quietly exhale and slumped your body down a little, the feeling of comfort starting to overtake you. Your eyes close, but you do’t fall asleep. The darkness of the back of your eyelids eased in clearing your mind.

Johnny, too. shifted his body a little to grow more comfortable again.

He couldn't help but notice how... calm you seemed right now. It was a nice change from your usual serious and stoic demeanour, and admittedly, he found it to be pleasing. That smile of yours made you look even more beautiful in his eyes. ”She looks so… pretty when she's not glaring at me.”

After a few minutes of silence, your eyes open and you prop yourself back up. Your eyes settled back onto Johnny across from you, a thought coming to mind. You did hesitate, but eventually you gave in and took the first step in cracking the ice between the two of you.

"You know, Cage… my brother is actually a fan of yours..."

"Oh yeah?" The mention of your brother perked Johnny up a little. He chuckled, leaning forward slightly and resting one of his forearms against his knees, a silent invitation for you to carry on. He was quite intrigued to hear about your brother being a fan of his. He was actually a little more intrigued to hear that you have a brother at all.

Your smile returns. A tiny, breathy laugh slips past your lips before you speak next.

"Yes... he’s fond of that little film of yours. ‘Ninja Mine’, I believe it's called..?"

Johnny let out an exaggerated, and mock-offended scoff, pretending to be insulted that you were referring to his best work, or just any movie of his, as "little”.

"Ninja Mime. Please tell me you’ve not forgotten the name of one of the greatest movies in history."

You scoff also, but not in a way that indicates that you’re annoyed. No, Johnny’s arrogance actually got a genuine laugh out of you this time. Good on him.

"Yes, Ninja Mime."

Your smile broadened a little before continuing.

“…Years ago, on one Halloween night, he was dressed up as your character. His whole face was covered in white paint, he ran around our home town in a karate uniform and a beret, yelling out “I am the Ninja Mine!”, so eager to get as much candy as possible..."

Your smile grew again, you were practically beaming now. The fond memories of your dear brother warmed your heart. Gone was that usual stoic expression, you were genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.

Your recollection actually drew a genuine, hearty laugh out of Johnny. Picturing your brother running around on Halloween, dressed up like all him, made the man laugh more than he'd care to admit. Hearing that he made other people happy with his work brought joy to him, this was one of the main reasons he entered the entertainment industry.

"Really? Your brother sounds like a pretty cool guy."

Johnny sat up, now fully invested in this conversation. He rested both of his elbows on his knees, leaning forward with a smile. It was actually really nice to hear about your life like this, and have some sort of positive interaction with you at the same time.

"What's his name?"

"His name is Hiroshi..."

The mention of your brother's name shifted your demeanour in a way that was very slight, but very noticeable. The bright twinkle in your eyes turned into a sliver of sadness. Your small smile morphed into a slight frown. Your gaze lowered itself to the floor as your nostalgia turned from sweet joy to bitter sadness.

There was so much underlying emotional baggage when it came to you and your kin, however that is not for Johnny to know yet.

He noticed all of this, raising an eyebrow as his expression changed also. That sudden sad look on your face was weird to him, Johnny couldn’t help but wonder if this was his fault. Did he say something wrong?

"…You alright there, Jade?"

His tone was light and cocky like usual, but this time it carried a hint of genuine concern. He made sure to be more careful with his actions now, looking over at you and reaching his hand out slowly, like he didn’t want to startle you.

You don’t respond, you’re too lost in your silent sulking as you lay back against the wall. Once joyful a few minutes ago, you were now drowning in remorse as the memories of your family were playing in your head. A small tear pooled from your eye and ran down your cheek, you were zoned out and became enthralled in the past.

After a few moments had passed, you realised what you’re doing. Your usual cold, laser-focused demeanour was slipping, you can’t allow that. Especially in-front of Johnny.

You compose yourself, sitting up and wiping the tear off of your face, taking a sharp inhale in the process. You look up and dismiss Johnny, your tone now cold again.

"...Alright, enough nostalgia for one day. We should get a move on. Come on."

Your announcement was abrupt, just like your exit. You swiftly make your way out of the secret room, leaving Johnny all alone and confused. He was caught completely off guard by your sudden departure, and all the varying events that have happened in the past few minutes. He slowly rose to his feet, taking a moment to stand there in dumbfounded silence.

He looked around the room a little and he shook his head, shoving his queries to the back of his mind before he quickly followed suit and made his way out.

A/N: thank you for reading!! this was a big one, i know. i had no idea this would be ten thousand words omg 😭 again, neither the story nor the actual roleplay is nowhere near done. i’m so excited to share the rest of it to tumblr :)

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat smut #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x you #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat x reader #johnny and jade

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valentine6athena · 2 years ago

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Dabi with a Witch s/o

This is my first time posting on here but I’m a witch and the burnt boi brainrot is REAL

CW: 18+ dom! Reader, sub! Character, witchcraft, love spells, 🍃, violence, curses/hexes, wax play, chastity cages, milking,

He’s so confused when you tell him you’re a witch 😭 he’s like ‘huh??? Like you mean your quirk??’ But once you explain it to him he doesn’t really care tbh.

Doesn’t understand why he’s so infatuated with you?? He honestly thinks you cast a love spell on him and you’re like ‘Nah hon, I’m just that good.’

Once y’all actually get together he’s at your beck and call, need something for a ritual? He’s already digging through your kitchen looking for it. Need to light a candle? He’s got a fire quirk for a reason. And if you accidentally spill some hot wax on his chest well then that’s just a bonus 🤷‍♀️

Shigaraki asks what that weird design sewed into his jacket is, he simply shrugs and replies ‘dunno, guess my s/o got bored.’ You overhear and decide that he doesn’t need to know that ‘weird design’ is a protection sigil to keep him safe during battle.

Is very confused when he finds a jar sealed with wax in his jacket pocket, so he looks up the ingredients that he can see inside and does not like the way his stomach fills with butterflies when he reads that they’re common ingredients in protection and good luck spells.

After constantly joking about it, you ask if you can actually put a love spell on him to strengthen yalls bond, he agrees because he honestly doesn’t expect it to affect him, not that he doesn’t believe in you or your abilities, but because he already loves you so much, he didn’t believe he could feel anymore love for you than he already did.

And plus he’s not gonna complain when you have him on his back, writhing under you as you you milk him for all he’s worth because you need his cum for the spell, he’s so fucked out after it that he can’t even remember you asking him in the first place.

So imagine his surprise when he suddenly can’t breathe when you’re not in the same room, when he needs you to function normally, he needs you to touch him, to look at him, to talk to him. He’s so needy and he’s so confused…until he sees a little jar sealed with red wax hung from a chain around your neck, right next to the key to his cock cage..

Is very confused when you hand him a drink after he’d been bitchy all day, it’s pretty, with a lime and orange slice floating in it, after taking a sip he visibly perks up before completely downing it all in one go, he looks at you with quirked brow and asks what your witchy ass cooked up this time, you look at him with a smirk and reply ‘just a lil thing I like to call my moody Judy potion.’ He looks at you with a dead stare before huffing and you catch a glimpse of a smile as he rolls his eyes and hugs you from behind.

He looks at you questioningly as you massage some kind of oil into your scalp and around your third eye, he asks you what it’s for, and you reply that it’s for easing nightmares before asking if he wants some, he says sure, cause hey, any excuse for a free head massage, and is pleasantly surprised when he sleeps like a log. He refuses to admit it, but that’s probably the best he’s slept in years.

Thinks it’s weird that you put lavender in your blunt before rolling it and taking a hit, so he leans over and puts his mouth over yours as you exhale the smoke. So yeah long story short, lavender is his favorite scent now cause it reminds him of you.

Is about to get on one knee when you offer to curse endeavor for him, and thinks you look unbelievably sexy sitting in the middle of his apartment, dressed in a skimpy outfit, surrounded by black and red candles, sprinkling dead bugs, nails, vinegar, and poisonous plants on to a picture of his asshole father, and is overjoyed when you ask him to do the honors of lighting the picture ablaze.

Thinks is so cool that you can fuck people up on the battlefield and spiritually

He’s low key scared of you 😭

Like he has watched you bash someones head in with a quartz tower he is not fucking around and finding out

And he witnessed first hand how hard endeavors PR team had to work after that lil curse. He has no doubt that you could kill him with a curse…or hell just one of your big ass crystals and a slingshot would do the trick.

He does love you though, and his fear of you low key makes him horny LMAO

Him helping you light candles and incense my heart-

Loves how you just straight up tell demons and entities to fuck off when you’re cleansing, he’s convinced you have no sense of fear.

He picks up pretty rocks and flowers he thinks you could use in spellwork

#my hero x reader #my hero academia #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #sub character #bnha x reader #witchcraft #witchy

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splatooshy · 1 year ago

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a peek into my notes app.

file: 🧛‍♀️😜

tvdu oneshots mixed with opinions. completely different from my ‘tvdu opinions’ file and my ‘bloody hell! silly oneshots’ files. this is only 1/4 of the file.

damon in guyliner

y’all the witches go on about how vampire evil vampire must be stopped and then they take away someone’s magic for stopping said vampire

Damon just licked his lips in anticipation. "Oh, you know how I like having things pushed inside me, don't you?"

“You can’t avoid me forever, Damon!” Elena warned. “Maybe so,” he admitted, “but I’m still gonna try.” He darted around her, blurring towards the staircase and sliding down the banister, mentally shouting ‘parkour’ in his head. Damn. He’d been spending too much time around the little Gilbert. And teenagers in general. “Parkour!” Jeremy cheered from the couch, cradling a bowl of cereal like it was a newborn. Yup. Too much time around teenagers, Damon thought as he rolled his eyes.

“I just don’t get it,” Matt grumbled confusedly as Caroline walked away. She wanted to talk to him. Now she was walking away? First Stefan yanked Elena from him and now Tyler had taken Caroline. He and Elena had been on the verge of getting back together until Stefan showed up and stole her away. And just when he was seriously reconsidering his breakup with Caroline, Tyler was suddenly swooping in and taking her from Matt. It wasn’t fair.

ok but the locker rooms at the batting cages in denver 🤭

“Pretty boy?” Stefan spluttered. “Well, you are kinda pretty.” Elena shrugged into the mirror as she applied eyeshadow. “She's not wrong, brother.” Damon piped up from the doorway. “You’re a little bit pretty.” He patted his brother on the cheek and went to join Elena at the mirror, snatching her eyeliner with a triumphant grin. “I'm not pretty!” Stefan denied with a small whine. “Not compared to me, no.” Damon smiled sweetly, turning to reveal those blue eyes, now rimmed with black kohl.

s1 damon / eternal teenager verse: “Why is it she’s always telling you to leave her alone when she’s the one seeking you out?”

damon: “My father used to say I had the devil in me, but really it was just my riding instructor.”

someone (jeremy) gets runic tattoos with elena’s doppelganger blood because they want to be the avatar.

“Oh my god, it’s a room full of Elijah’s.” “I had that exact same nightmare once.” OKAY but put that line in tvd and Damon then goes “Really? I had a sex dream about that.”

“you really are quite the little slut, aren’t you, Damon?” The velvety croon of Elijah’s cultured voice makes it sound all the more dirty, and Damon can’t help but let out a small moan as he nods. “Very good,” the Original murmurs, and oh fuck. Elijah can do whatever he wants with Damon as long as he keeps talking like that.

“That’s so hot.” - Damon, every day. Alternatively: “Anyone else a little turned on right now?” // any time he gets pinned to a wall, he whispers “traitor” to his dick.

sassy elijah vs sassy damon except they kiss.

“Now, what am I going to do with you?” “Something terribly naughty, I hope.” delijah.

dabekah are essentially cats. very sassy ones. like a slinky black cat and a fluffy white one

idk some wedding, kol gets confused with american accents and brings a bear trained to carry rings

compel the president to make random holidays

kol and rebekah watch the hunger games and decide to do a real life version, compelling the tributes

“Klaus and Stefan pulling another devious act,” Klaus gleefully mumbles, high on the wolfsvain(™️) joints Damon and Kol had invented. Stefan just stares at him for a minute, silence filling the room as they blink in tandem.

elijah walks into the boarding house, kisses the girls on their hands. damon holds out his expectantly, and smiles deviously when elijah actually kisses it.

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mendesblurb · 2 years ago

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is it just me or anyone else have a midnight craving? Honestly when I was making myself an omelette I thought I make a fluff request to you. so what about a blurb where Shawn found the reader in the middle of the night looking for a midnight snack

xoxo,

Midnight Snack

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~445

Warning ⚠️: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: Phew 😮‍💨 it’s been a while since I last posted anything. I hope y’all love this little blurb ♥️

There was a gentle stir on the mattress as Shawn rolled onto your side more, his arm instinctively reaching for you, only for it to fall flat onto cold sheets where you were lying just moments ago.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, only to find the door to the bathroom dark with no light streaming from the inside; you weren’t there. And so he sleepily trudges around the house before eventually heading toward the kitchen.

There you were, as soft and lovely as ever while raiding for something to eat.

He leans against the kitchen door frame, observing how every cupboard is open and how you were looking like a bit of a culprit, rummaging through the fridge before closing it, not finding any tempting food items.

However, he didn’t pay attention to all that. His head is slightly tilted as he watches you, his eyes traveling down your body. He was distracted by you standing on your tiptoes; the fullest part of your butt peeks out from beneath the hem of one of his shirts.

Shawn had never seen anything so adorable yet completely and utterly sexy at the same time. He was so transfixed and continued to stare.

A smile spread across his lips as he stood there and stared at you for a second longer before slowly walking toward you. You didn’t notice his presence until he cleared his throat loudly and made his presence known.

“Need a hand?”

“Wha-what oh god, Shawn?!” You yell at him, “God, you scared me!”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” He chuckles, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay. Actually, could you give me a hand here?”

Shawn nodded, walked closer to you, “Here, I’ll hold the chair.” He braces you as you climb up, straining to reach the bag of flour.

“Got it?”

“Got it- - -.” you replied enthusiastically before, “Whoaaaa!” You suddenly lose balance, falling backward.

“Careful!”

As you flip, he reacts quickly and catches you in his arms, “Whoa!” You gasped, “Nice catch.”

“Normally, this looking for midnight snacks scenarios aren’t supposed to end up with one of us requiring medical attention.”

Both of you laugh at that, looking into each other’s eyes, and letting the moment linger.

“You know, you don’t need to show off how long you can lift me.”

“Oh. Right.” He chuckles, before deciding to put you down on the counter, “So…” He cages you against the counter, hands gently caressing your thighs, lips curved up into a smile and his hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear,”Pancakes?”

“Yes, please,” you grin slightly before planting a quick kiss on his ridiculous smirk face, “But, please don’t burn them, baby.”

“That was one time!”

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spoopydooblr · 10 months ago

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Demons | Chapter 2

Pairing: Billy Butcher (The Boys) x Supe!OC

Summary: Over a year ago, Lilith Murphy escaped the experiments and torture of the Sage Grove Center. After laying low and stripping at Super Girlz, she’s found by Billy and The Boys.

Warnings: mentions of assault, grooming, cursing, drugs

AN: here we go againnnnnnnn!! super excited to be on this journey with y’all. as always please lmk ur thoughts 🫡

Taglist!!!!: @seeingstarks @a-rogue-tiddy-bot @scraftsku35

Lili clambered into the back of Butcher’s car, Hughie in shotgun. It smelled like take out food and cigarettes.

“Just so you know,” Lili mumbled. “If you’re trying to kidnap me, I can rip both your dicks off in a matter of seconds.”

Butcher grunted.

“Noted.” Hughie squeaked.

The rest of the ride was in silence, Lili shivering despite being wrapped in Billy’s coat.

A little while later, they pulled up to an abandoned apartment building. Lili followed the men inside, half expecting a collar and cage to be waiting for her. She didn’t trust either of them, and she probably never would (or could).

“This here’s the lair.” Billy said, opening the door to a dirty, old apartment. Inside, a few people sat, watching a movie. Lili was almost positive one of the movie-watchers was Starlight.

It looked like an old police station. Papers were scattered about, with pictures of Supes and crime scenes were hung on the walls.

The four people on the couch stood up, looking at Butcher expectantly.

“You got her?” Starlight asked.

He moved to the side, revealing Lili.

They stared at her, looking her up and down, probably confused why she was wearing Butcher’s coat.

“I’m Lili.” She whispered. The only person who looked relatively unthreatening was a taller black man standing to the side.

“I’m Star-I mean, I’m Annie.” Starlight said. “And this is Frenchie, Kimiko, and MM.”

“Nice to meet you, I guess.”

Kimiko started to rapidly sign something.

“She says she is excited to have another girl here.” Frenchie spoke up.

“I am too.” Annie smiled at her. “It’ll be nice.”

Lili furrowed her brow. Why were they being so nice to her?

Kimiko signed again.

“She says you can bunk with her.” Frenchie explained.

“Oh, um, thanks.” Lili pursed her lips. “So, uh, why does an anti-Supe group have supes?”

She sniffed the air. There were at least two other supes in the room.

Billy chuckled from behind her. “I be thinking the same thing myself.”

“We’re not all supes.” MM chimed in. “Just the girls.” He faltered. “And those two when they feel like shooting the V.”

Lili looked back to Hughie and Billy, who both seemed uncomfortable with MM’s answer.

Lili raised her eyebrows at Billy, who shrugged.

“Let’s crack on then!” He said. “More of this therapy session and I’m gonna fuckin puke.”

Lili tossed her bag in Kimiko’s room, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and searching for the closest rooftop. Fortunately for her, the top floor was a staircase away.

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“Knew ya’d be out here.” Footsteps followed by a gruff voice.

She took another drag. “Tryna bum a cig?”

Butcher laughed. “You’re a little young for dat, don’t ya think?” The way she sat there, cigarette in her lips, it reminded him of Becca. Butcher tried to push the thought out of his head.

“They didn’t have cotton candy vape at Sage Grove, sorry.” She breathed smoke into the air.

“Yer welcome, by the way.”

“For what?”

“Breakin ya outta there.”

“Oh. Thanks.” She shrugged. “You also shot down my friend.”

“Ya saw that?”

Lili nodded.

“I ain’t like killin kids.” Butcher sighed. “But it’s the job.”

“You like killing Supes?” She turned to him, a sly smiled on her lips. She was challenging him.

Billy took a step towards her. He smelled really good. “Sometimes.”

“Why don’t you kill me, then?” She was a good head shorter than him now that her stilettos were off.

“I ain’t done with you yet.”

Lili hummed, taking a drag of her cigarette and offering it to him.

He nodded, and she handed the cigarette to him. Their hands touched for a second, shooting a bolt of electricity through her body. There was no way Butcher didn’t feel it to. “What you got going on with The Deep?”

Lili froze. “Um, honestly?” She thought for a moment. What did she have going on with him? It was much more complicated than she could even comprehend. “I-I think he like groomed me or something.”

Billy’s face hardened and he took a long drag of her cigarette.

She wished she could take back what she said. Butcher didn’t need to be involved in her situation with The Deep.

They were both quiet for a second, Lili trying to think of a joke to break the tension.

“It’s like, it’s fine though.”

Billy looked at her questionably. It was definitely not fine. “What they do to ya in there, love?”

Lili took a long drag before answering. “You read my file. You tell me.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Please, Billy. When I lit my fucking body on fire you were the only one who didn’t flinch.” She turned, looking out at the sky. “The demon thing really takes most people by surprise.”

“I ain’t surprised by much anymore.” His hands wrapped around the ledge.

“Me neither.” She thought for a moment. “I didn’t know Temp V was even on the market.”

“It’s not.”

He flicked the cigarette off the balcony.

“Hey!”

“Shouldn’t be smokin those, love.”

“Stop calling me that.”

Billy turned to her. “I can call ya whatever the fuck I want.”

Lili stared back at him, giving him a devilish smile as she flashed her spiky teeth. “Sure.”

She took out another cigarette. “So…why me?”

“Homelander.”

Lili shook her head. “I can’t kill him.”

“Maybe not…but ya can try.”

“And why would I do that?” She lit a flame on her finger and lit the cig.

“Because.” Billy said. “From what I recall, you got a bone to pick wit tha twat too.”

Lili chuckled. “Doesn’t mean I’m strong enough to kill him.”

“I seen ya powers, love. Remember?”

She rolled her eyes. “What is with you and Homelander, anyway?”

Butcher faltered. Lili knew there was much more behind the surface of the man.

Suddenly, flashes of memories clouded her brain. Was she reading his trauma? She hadn’t been able to do that since she was a child.

Before Homelander killed everyone she loved.

Lili looked at him. “Your wife…”

“Got ya abilities back, eh?”

She rubbed her temples. Butcher’s trauma was pouring into her like sand, weighing her down.

“Ah…fuck.” She toppled over, shaking hands hitting the ground. Her vision went in and out, from black to flashes of Becca. Then there was the kid…

“Homelander’s son—“ She struggled to get the words out.

Billy grunted, catching her arm. “Don’t strain ya self.”

Lili looked up at him, tears forming in her now blood red irises. “I-I’m sorry.” She regained her balance, unpleased that Butcher had to help her. “You’re dying, Billy.”

He froze.

“Billy.” She pushed. He reeked of death.

“Aye, I’m fine.”

“Let me guess…” Flashes of Lili’s time in Sage Grove clouded her mind. They pumped her with everything they had. If she wasn’t as powerful as she was, the drugs would have killed her by now. “The Temp V fried your brain?”

Butcher grumbled in response. “Fucked me up real good.”

“Do they know? The Boys?”

He shook his head. “And they ain’t gonna know.” Billy looked at her expectantly.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Lili pretended to zip her lips.

Billy tried to suppress his smile. Her demeanor surprised him. He wasn’t expecting her to be so…alive.

They were quiet for a second, passing the cigarette back and forth.

“If we do this…I want Ke-I mean, I want The Deep, too.”

“Lili.” Butcher smiled. “If we’re lucky, we’ll fucking kill them all.”

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The next morning, Billy gathered The Boys and Lili for a meeting. Annie offered her a seat next to her on the couch. Lili appreciated the gesture, but was still wary of her. She was in The Boys now, but just a month prior, Annie was dating Homelander.

“How did you sleep?” She asked.

“Alright.”

Annie started to say something but Butcher interrupted.

“Okay you lot. I gotta plan fo today.” He pointed to a map on the wall. “We going back to Sage Grove.”

Lili’s heart dropped. Was he being for real?

“Billy—“

“When I got Lili’s file from Mallory she gave me a piece of key intel.” He pointed to another picture on the wall. It was some kind of chemical compound.

“This here is V Inhibitor. A drug that temporarily blocks powers.”

Lili felt like she was going to throw up. Even with her tender Butcher moment the night before, it was clear he was using her for information.

“Inhibitor works on any Supe.” Butcher smiled. “Even Homelander.”

“How do we even know this works?” Hughie piped up.

Billy’s eyes landed on Lili. “Patient zero is our very own Demoness.”

Annie looked at Lili, surprise and pity filling her face. “What did they do to you?” She breathed.

Lili gave Billy a death stare, keeping her eyes locked on him. “I’m not going back there.”

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Sage Grove, 5 years ago

Lili was strapped to a cot, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. The straps electrocuted her every time she moved.

“Please…” she begged. “Don’t do this.”

To her left, a man wearing a lab coat and a mask fiddled with syringes. A nurse stood next to her cot.

The man grabbed a syringe filled with tar-like black liquid and tapped the sides. He turned to the nurse. “Hold her down.”

The nurse grabbed Lili’s shoulders and arms.

“Please!” She yelled. The doctor ignored her, taking her right arm. “I’ll be good!”

He ignored her again, pressing the needle into her arm and injecting her with the liquid.

Lili immediately screamed, fire flowing out of her mouth.

The cot shook as Lili continued to scream. The veins in her neck turned black, the injection entering her bloodstream. Instead of fire, she coughed up black sludge.

The doctor held a stopwatch, counting the seconds. “Five…four…three…two…”

Lili’s body went limp and her head smacked against the cot.

“Check her pulse.” The doctor said.

The nurse put her hand on Lili’s neck, “she’s alive.”

“Good.”

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“I’m serious, Butcher.” Lili stood up from her spot next to Annie. “I can’t help you with this.”

“The fuck ya mean?” He growled. “You told me ya wanted to take Homelander down.”

“Not like this.” Lili’s voice shook. “Inhibitor is not what you think it is.”

Billy laughed. “You scared of a little prick?”

“No.” Her face turned red. How dare he call her scared in front of everyone. “Think about the consequences! If Inhibitor gets out, people will die.”

“Supes will die.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

He nodded. Lili remembered what she saw in Billy’s trauma last night. He wouldn’t stop until Homelander got what he deserved. Frankly, Lili understood.

“Okay.” She said, sitting back down. “Fine.”

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f1nalboys · 2 years ago

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Bug Like An Angel - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

heyyyy guys :3 if i saw me post this yesterday no u did not <3 i got embarrassed bc it’s my first time writing in a while so it feels bad but i’m posting it again and going to nap for the fifth time today so?? enjoy hopefully? lmk what y’all think!! ALSO sorry i am posting this on my phone so formatting might be fucked up and i apologize hehe

WORD COUNT: 1172

WARNINGS: younger bo, no romantic subplot. angst, comparing bo to his mom, bug mention, bug death mention, bo is a complicated guy. alcohol mention, religious undertones and overtones, swearing, brief mention of a victim, barely any proofreading

A small bug drowned to death in Bo’s mostly-empty glass early this afternoon while he sat on the porch swing, the brim of his hat low over his eyes to shield them from the sun. The Louisiana heat mixed well with his liquor, settling warm in his stomach and rocking him to sleep like a mother would her child.

As the sun sets his eyes open, the hat moves from his head to clear his vision. Bo’s heart was thumping in his chest, crashing against his ribs like a wild animal in a cage. His dream of angels falling to earth, humans stumbling across Ambrose, sinners and saints alike lessen the longer he’s awake. Sin follows the righteous like a heavy cloud, thick with want and desire. The chosen few always out run it but Bo has never been a runner and he’s never been one to turn down a sin or two.

Bo breathes in slowly, taking in his surroundings. He’s home, like always. He’s alone, like always. He briefly thinks of the poor girl stuck in the basement right now; Vincent had surely begun his craft and Bo swallows back the annoyance at not having been able to play with her longer. She had been funny, the way she spit and screamed at him until she saw the chair. Bo liked timing them in his head to see how long it took for them to start to beg.

It’s something his mother used to do to him. He can still hear her shrill voice if he focuses hard enough; “Four minutes before you finally apologized. Well, that just won’t stand.” His wrists itch but when he looks down they’re just scars. There’s no blood despite the feeling of it warm on his skin, the blood of a lamb on untouched fur.

His eyes turn over to the railing of the deck and he spots his glass. His tongue burns for another taste and he grabs it, looking down and frowning as he registers the bug that laid flat in the middle of the remnants of his drink. “Damn…” he mutters, eyebrows furrowing together. “Poor bastard needed a drink more than me.”

Snorting at his own joke, Bo goes to empty the glass over the side of the railing. He hesitates for a moment as he watches the bug slide from the center of the glass to the edge, the small drop of scotch submerging it. There’s a small pang of sorrow deep inside Bo’s chest that lights up, just a spark, at the sight. “Poor thing.” He says, dumping the bug out onto the wooden railing.

The remaining scotch soaks into the wood, a small ring like shape, the bug in the center. It reminds Bo of one of the angels he used to stare at when his momma forced him to church. He swallows thickly, thinking of the countless hours he’d spend in those small pews tucked in between his parents, a hand on each of his wrists, digging into the still raw flesh with each offense. He remembers how his gaze bore into the angel to the left of Jesus, how he got some sort of solace from it in those moments.

When he revisited his mommas funeral and couldn’t bear to look at her, his eyes always found it’s own.

Sighing, Bo places the thick glass onto the railing beside the bug. Bo wasn’t sure what kind of bug it was, just that it had a hard brown shell and six arms and that it looked pathetic like that on it’s back, limbs limp. He pokes at the small insect, just to make sure, before he carefully rolls it over. “There ya go, buddy,” he murmurs with a smile. “Now let’s get you where you belong.”

With more grace than he’s ever given anyone, Bo gently picks the bug up in between his thumb and pointer, placing it onto the middle of his palm as he walks down his front porch steps, taking a left to turn down the side of the house. There was a small patch of dandelions growing here and Bo bends down in front of a patch of them.

“Hmm, where do you wanna be…” Bo questions quietly, before letting out a small satisfied hum. With his free hand he digs a small hole in between two flowers, just an inch or two, before carefully placing the bug in the makeshift grave. He closes his eyes and mutters a prayer to himself, one he had been muttering over his mothers body for the last three years. When he finishes he sighs, opening his eyes and giving a sad smile towards the small bug in the big grave.

Bo carefully brushes dirt over the bug, tapping the dirt over top and placing a small golden leaf on top like a blanket. Like a mother to her child. “Bo?” He jumps, nearly falling flat onto his ass as he attempts to stand, hand reaching for his back pocket where his knife stayed. Lester gives a toothy smile and Bo rolls his eyes, wiping his hands onto his jeans.

“Whadya want, Les?” He asks, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Hadn’t seen ya since lunch, wanted to check up on ‘ya and make sure you were ok.” Lester steps to the side to allow Bo to pass him before quickly falling in line, walking quickly to keep up with his brother's large strides. “What were you doin’?”

Bo shakes his head, boots hitting the safety of the porch steps. “Nothin’, don’t fuckin’ worry about it.”

“Were you buryin’ another bug?” Lester can see Bo stiffen as his hand reaches for the front door's handle and grins, trying to stifle his laughter. “S’alright, Bo. We all’s gotta soft spot for animals. Course, most folks prefer dogs to creepy crawlies.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re on about.” Bo snaps, holding the door open for his younger brother to slink inside past him. He sticks his foot out and laughs loudly when Lester trips, louder than he used to be allowed to, and he slams the front door shut like his mother. “Go put a pizza or somethin’ in the oven for us, I’ll grab beers. Oh, and tell Vinny to leave the bitch and come up to get something to eat, too, wouldja?”

Lester shakes his head. “You sound like momma.” He mutters under his breath, ducking to avoid Bo swatting at him. Like mother, like son. “Dibs on pickin’ the movie, then!”

Bo’s mouth opens to deny the dibs due to being the oldest but Lester is gone, turning into the room that leads to the basement and Bo shakes his head instead. He thinks of the poor little bug buried in between those two wilting flowers all alone and briefly wonders what would’ve happened to it had it not died tonight the way it did, if it had been given another chance.

It reminds him of something but he can’t quite think of what that is.

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idkfitememate · 11 months ago

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Blood on the Wall

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : Me Me Me!!! x You!!!

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 715

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW :Extreme descriptions of gore and death!!! As well as some extremely concerning thoughts of physical harm onto one’s self and others and of “attractions” to death!! I do not condone any actions in this story, so simply think of it as such, a story! Thank you and merry reading!~ <3

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚ Love y’all! Just feelin’ angsty lol!

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I want to be splattered against a wall.

I want you to watch as my blood drips down, rolling through the groves and cracks of the wall.

I want you to be covered in my blood from the blow, to know something of mine, my essence is covering you…

I want to see you as you realize chunks of my body as blown across you. When you brush a part of my brain matter off you.

I want to hear you whimper as you taste my blood in your mouth. You had been staring – open mouthed – as I exploded against the wall.

I want you to walk up and slip on my discarded skin. Pieces lie – strewn across the floor. Your face as you collapse into the puddle of my blood would look so nice.

I want you to accidentally look into one of my eyes as it rolls over to you, to make eye contact with the discarded thing. Looking at me and only me.

I want to feel your fingers run across my exposed guts, feather-light touches on my sensitive insides. Places I shouldn’t be able to feel now able to feel you touch.

My body will turn and churn and bubble and groan. My insides will empty themselves and become hollow for you.

I want you inside of me. Use me. Take me. Pick up the skin that was once my face and wear it like a mask. Hold my hand as you peel back the layers of skin that hold its bone, rip the nails out and start with the fingers. Climb inside of my exposed chest cavity and play with me like a puppet. Push your hand up my esophagus – the blood forcing itself into my chest and out my nose hole and gapping, toothless mouth – and push your fingers behind my lips to force my mouth open. Feel my cold tongue beneath your fingers and press your nails into my exposed gums. Push your fingers pass my sinuses and through my nose cavity, wiggle them through the hole like worms will when they eat my corpse. Pull and push the muscle in my eye sockets, slowly squeezing the blood out, ringing the flesh dry of the substance.

Watch as bugs crawl into my body, under small patches of barely clinging on skin, as they rummage around and begin to clean my bones of this awful rot.

As they trail between your fingers in order reach other places on my body. To continue to consume what’s left of my flesh.

As they stop to taste you, only to realize you’re still alive and to continue to eat me.

Do you feel guilt? Or do you feel anguish? I want to know the answer as my eyeless, toothless, skinless body stares up at you. As you watch a centipede move through the ear that’s only attached by a strand of flesh and muscle and come out one of my eye sockets.

Because don’t fret, I adore this feeling. The feeling of my body being tormented in ways I could never describe to another person. A part of me wants to watch as you cry and sob over my death, saying that I’m “TOO YOUNG! THEY WERE TOO YOUNG TO DIE!” But another part wants to watch as you beat the person responsible for doing this to me, as you beat them in to a bloody paste to match my own.

But the smallest part of me? Deep deep down inside of me? Wants you to love this feeling just as much as me. To love the arousal pooling in my puss filled gut as my stomach opens with a sick *pop!* noise and my internal acid spills out. As my intestines slowly unwind themselves from each other, breathing for the first and last time. As my lungs fill with blood and push my heart closer and firmer against my rib cage with squelching noises to boot.

And watch as you fall into a sick, arousal filled insanity as you realize that you are the reason I’m like this. You are the reason I am bloody and disgusting and dead. I tried to help you. Tried to save you. And this is my repayment. You did this.

And I couldn’t be happier at that fact.

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#author x reader #(?) kinda #author x you #(?) i guess #yandere character #yander x reader?#yandere x you #yandere #x gn y/n #gn reader #x gn reader #Squeeze me till I pop!!#I promise I can take it !!<3<3

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meowdarame · 3 years ago

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sex is the solution!

pairings: satori tendou x fem!reader x shion madarame (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

synopsis: you foolishly butt in on your boyfriends’ petty argument, and they handle your disrespect the way that they deem best— by fucking you into submission.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI! tr and hq crossover; dom!tendou, sub/switch!shion, sub!reader, mmf threesome (with m! x m! and f! x m! interactions), poly relationship, cockwarming, oral (both f! and m! receiving), one slap to the thigh, light degradation, lots of praise, overstimulation (f!receiving), edging (m!receiving), creampie, facials

word count: 2.4k

notes: my submission for snow’s and z’s selfship collab! a little glimpe into the lives of the diontori trio, but written in ‘x reader’ format so y’all can enjoy it too heh. hope you enjoy! reblogs and feedback is super appreciated!

“shion, how many fucking times do i have to tell you to remove your hair from the drain after you shower?!” satori shouts, clutching a soggy piece of toilet paper with something wrapped inside it. he marches up to your other boyfriend, who’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch with his thighs spread wide.

satori opens up the wad of paper, revealing a clump of tangled blonde hair. “this is the second time this week i’ve had to pull your bleach-fried, scarecrow hair out of the damn drain!”

shion scoffs indignantly, ignoring the redhead’s barrage of insults. he doesn’t even look up at the outstretched hand in front of him, continuing to type away on his phone as he replies casually, “it’s not mine.”

“not yours?” from the agitation in satori’s voice, you can tell that he’s quickly losing his patience. “you’re the only person in this household with blonde hair, dumbass. how could it not be yours?”

shion’s eyes flit once to satori’s face before they return to his phone screen. like tendou, he’s losing his patience just as fast. “like i said, not mine. or are you hard of hearing? maybe you should worry less about cleaning the shower drain and spend more time cleaning your fucking ears!” the blonde snickers at his own joke, relishing in the way that tendou’s face burns red and his expression contorts into a scowl.

suddenly, his frown wipes itself clean off of his face, being replaced with a look of amusement. the corners of his lips curl upwards into a twisted grin. “oh, i’m sorry. that’s my bad! i forgot you were bad eyesight. here— let me give you a better look.” satori shoves the sopping piece of toilet paper into the blonde’s face, smearing it all over his cheek and mouth.

shion immediately reels back and wipes his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. through frantic spits, shion screeches, “oh, you’re gonna fucking pay for that, asshole!”

without warning, the blonde lunges for tendou, tackling him and pinning him to the floor. the two wrestle around for a bit, neither of them gaining the upper hand over the other, but they both stop when your annoyed voice breaks through their slurry of frustrated grunts and pained groans.

“if you guys are gonna act like idiots, can you please take it somewhere else? i can’t even watch a show without the two of you being so goddamn annoying.”

both of their heads spin towards you, shooting you fierce glares as you stare back at them in silence. “i’m sorry, sweetheart,” satori starts, lifting himself off of shion’s splayed-out body. “care to repeat that again?”

you gulp as the redhead stalks towards you, the blonde following suit. immediately regretting snapping at them, you pout and mutter under your breath, “you guys are being annoying. i just wanted to watch my show in peace.”

“annoying, huh?” tendou spits back, plopping down next to you onto the couch and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “that’s a little mean, don’t you think, shion?”

“a little mean?” shion responds, sitting on the other side of your body. they’re both so close, their warm breaths fanning your cheeks, and you feel caged in by both of their predatory gazes. “i think it’s fucking rude, if we’re being honest.”

they continue their conversation as if you weren’t there. “right?” tendou chirps back. “we were just playing around, ‘til she had to butt in and insult us!” he presses a languid kiss to your cheek, letting his lips linger against your skin as he continues on, “i think this bad behavior warrants a punishment. what do you think, shion?”

“of course it does,” shion agrees, eagerly nodding his head. in your peripheral vision, you can see a smug smirk settled onto his face. “she needs to learn her lesson— that we don’t tolerate her disrespect.”

satori hums once before his fingers fly to your waist, tugging off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. you squeal at the hasty movement, and tendou quells your squirming by landing a harsh slap to your thigh, making the soft flesh jiggle on impact. “strip, shion,” tendou commands, and the blonde enthusiastically complies.

hooking his arms around your waist, tendou guides you to straddle shion’s lap, and your other boyfriend rubs his fat tip along your folds and around your clit until you’re sufficiently soaked enough to take him fully. once they hear the lewd squelching sounds coming from your pussy, shion digs his nails into your hips and pushes you down onto his cock. you screech at the unanticipated intrusion, but satori drowns out your cries by crashing his lips against yours, kissing you fervently while shion’s hands rock your hips back and forth over his crotch.

“don’t fucking move,” satori chides. “you’re not free from punishment either. have you forgotten that we’re in this mess because you wanted to be lazy and leave your hair in the shower?”

shion groans in dismay but heeds tendou’s request, bringing his movements to a complete stop. tendou lowers himself off of the couch and kneels in between shion’s legs, his face merely a few centimeters from where you and shion are connected. he marvels at the thin ring of your cream that coats shion’s base. “already so close and he just barely put it in, huh? pathetic,” tendou coos sadistically, pressing a chaste kiss to your aching clit. “it’s almost like you wanted us to punish you. is that so, princess?”

“n-no, tori,” you stammer, mind growing hazy with how full you feel. “i didn’t mean to be rude, i just—”

he shuts you up by wrapping his pink lips around your sensitive bud, suckling and swiping it with his expert tongue. a whimper gets caught in your throat, and your palm cradles the back of tendou’s head, holding his face against your cunt as he absolutely devours you.

“fuck,” both you and shion rasp out, and you turn behind you to look at him. his eyelids are heavy and his wet lips are parted, a dribble of his saliva sliding down his chin. he grows drunk off the way that your walls clench around him so tightly— almost as if they’re trying to suck him deeper into you. his hands sneak under your shirt and cup at your tits, his calloused palms kneading your soft mounds. fingers tweaking and tugging at your nipples, his fervid actions force you to throw your head back and moan. since he can’t thrust up into you and fuck you, he’s finding other ways to entertain himself, exploring your body in search of anything that will bring him closer to his orgasm.

shion’s toying is short-lived, however. with a couple more swirls of his thick tongue around your sensitive clit, tendou makes you cum— hard. your pussy clamps down around shion’s length as you cry out, and the blonde relishes in the way that your plush walls flutter around him as you ride out your high. it’s so overwhelming for the both of you; everything feels so hot, so good, and neither of you can hold back the string of expletives that tumble out of your lips.

tendou pulls his face out from between your thighs, a lazy smile plastered across his face. your cum drips down his chin, and you can see the large tent that pokes out through his sweatpants. he makes no effort to hide how much he’s enjoying this— basking in the pleasure of knowing how pliant and obedient he can make you and shion.

“we’re gonna do this again,” satori reveals as he swipes his thumb across his chin and collects your juices. he pops the digit into his mouth and cleans it off, before adding on, “and again, and again, and again— until both of you learn not to talk back to me in my own home.”

“but it’s our house too,” shion pants out, his chest still heaving from his ruined orgasm.

“and for that snide comment, you just added another round to your punishment!” tendou cheers. “now before we continue, does anyone have any other stupid comments or objections to say!”

when you and shion respond in silence, tendou’s smile settles deeper into his cheeks. “good. now let’s see how long it’ll take for the two of you to break your bad habits.”

…

after your nth orgasm, you realized that satori only ever really lies in the bedroom.

his false promises of “sweetheart, just one more! you can take one more, can’t you?” and “shion, baby, hold out for me. you’re doing so good— i promise this is the last one!” were enough to trick you and shion into complying at the time, but in hindsight, you should have seen through his devious lies. tendou is insatiable in bed and has a penchant for all things sweet, and what’s sweeter than hearing yours and shion’s pitiful cries begging him to stop?

“okay, i think you two have learned your lesson,” satori exhales as he leans back onto his haunches. sweat beads down your face as you come down from the intense high, and through the thin fabric of your shirt, you feel shion’s flushed skin pressed against your back. you both sigh in relief, grateful that the past hour of cruel torture has finally come to an end. it’s too good to be true though, and you quickly discover that once satori opens his mouth to speak once more.

“now that we’re done with punishments, let’s move onto rewards— mine, to be exact.” he stands from his seat, pulling off his sweats and briefs and kicking them off of his ankles. he pumps his shaft a few times before placing his reddish tip in front of your lips. “suck,” he orders, and you eagerly take him into your mouth as far as you can, wrapping your hand around the rest of his length where you can’t reach. you bob your head up and down his dick, and gagging sounds rumble from your throat; satori bites his bottom lip to prevent himself from cumming on the spot, and he pulls his cock from your mouth with a pop.

shion’s head rests limply on your shoulder, your boyfriend far too exhausted to even keep his head upright. but it’s his turn now, and tendou taps his cockhead against the blonde’s cheek to let him know. shion slowly lifts his face from the crook of your neck, wearily lolling his tongue out and taking satori’s dick into his mouth. tendou takes mercy on his sorry state and holds up his head with both of his palms, gently bucking his hips into his boyfriend’s mouth. when he’s had his fill, the redhead pulls out of shion’s mouth and delivers one final command. “spit,” to which shion shoots a glob of his saliva onto tendou’s glistening cock.

satori lowers himself back onto the ground, retaking his former position between your thighs. your breath hitches as you watch him press a fleeting kiss to your swollen clit, but he lowers his mouth to shion’s balls.

“i bet you’re so pent up right now that i could just play with your balls and you’d cum, huh?” satori breathes out, nuzzling his cheek against shion’s flexed inner thigh. “why don’t we test my theory?”

tendou takes one of the blonde’s balls into his mouth, using his other hand to cup the one that’s being neglected. his fingers roll and massage his testicles, while his free hand jerks himself off. shion is quickly reduced down to a whimpering mess, burying his face into your shoulder and biting gently. from the soft whines coming from both of your boyfriends’ lips, you know that they’re not going to last very long.

satori’s hand flies upwards and grabs shion’s, which is holding desperately onto your waist. guiding his fingers to your pussy, the redhead nonverbally instructs shion to play with your clit. shion obeys, and he begins rubbing tight circles around the overstimulated nub, making your face wince at the intense stimulation.

tendou feels shion’s balls twitching in his mouth, and he knows that the blonde is close. he can tell that your impending orgasm is also just within your reach, from the way that your hole spasms around your boyfriend’s cock. satori hollows his cheeks and sucks gently as shion spills his seed into your fucked-out cunt, filling you up with a familiar warmth; your pussy milks him dry, contracting around him as he shoots thick strings of his cum into your womb. shion slurs praises into your ear, whispering indiscernible phrases thank you’s as he comes down from his high.

the redhead stands up and chokes out a quick “open your mouths, now!” before his hot cum spurts out of his slit, barely missing yours and shion’s parted lips and splattering all over your cheeks and chins. he throws his head back and groans as he empties himself, a pink tint creeping up his shoulders and neck from the euphoric pleasure overtaking his body. once his high plateaus, his scarlet eyes look down at the two of you, relishing in the mess that he’s made of his significant others.

“wow, my aim is fucking shit,” satori giggles to himself. he walks over to a nearby cabinet and pulls out a box of baby wipes. he grabs a few of the wet towelettes and hands them to the two of you.

“it’s better than mine at least,” shion chuckles as he cleans his face. “remember that one time i accidentally shot my cum straight into both of your eyes?”

“don’t remind me about it,” you quip back playfully. “i can feel my eyes burning from just thinking about it.” tossing the dirtied wipe onto the coffee table, you continue on, “are you both feeling better now, though? you don’t want to rip each other’s throats out anymore, right?”

both of the men eagerly nod their heads. “who knew that using sex to resolve petty arguments would be a great idea!” shion jokes, and the two of you join him in laughter.

catching your breath, you wheeze out, “i mean, it definitely worked, but next time i’d like for the three of us to at least have a civil conversation first.”

satori chimes in, “well, that’s only if shion remembers to take his straw-like hair out of the damn shower drain!”

“satori!”

“what? he started it!”

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