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thatonebrazilian · 2 years ago

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Peace

Summary: How could someone like you ever give her the peace of mind you knew she deserved?

Word count: Around 8700

Warnings: Self-loathing, a little bit of blood and violence, mentions of torture, Weapon Hex!Reader (meaning Reader has both Wanda's and Wolverine's powers).

A/N: First fic after the hiatus. It was cathartic to write this, it felt so different from my usual writing style full off dialog and action. Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

You met her during a raid. More specifically, you met her as she and the Avengers raided the Hydra base where you have been kept.

At the time you didn't really pay attention to her, even if she was the most beautiful woman you've ever laid eyes upon. Your mind was occupied with the all-consuming fear that paralyzed you, for despite the power that resided in you, you were no warrior. You were a nobody, someone who was taken simply because no one would miss you.

As luck would have it, though, you survived a mix of the most dangerous experiments Hydra has ever made. They called you Weapon Hex, but you were no weapon, you were merely a frightened girl with overwhelming powers.

You had never had much courage, and instead of changing that, your stay at Hydra only reinforced it.

But then, suddenly, your captors were lying motionless on the ground as you crouched down in a corner with your hands covering your head. One of the Avengers tried approaching you, almost as if you were a wild animal. Your reaction was merely instinctual, your magic flared up, throwing whoever got near you to the far side of the lab; your claws came out, and you accidentally stabbed yourself, yelping in pain, feeling your magic explode outwards in response to the well-known stimulus.

"Please, don't hurt me!" You begged, backing up as they tried approaching you again, dragging yourself through the floor as far away from them as you could.

"No one here's gonna hurt you, kid," said the beautiful redhead, raising her hands in a peaceful gesture.

"Nat, back away from her, she's dangerous," said a man with a bow and arrow.

"She's scared, Clint." The woman, Nat, replied.

You didn't know that woman, you didn't know those people, but looking in her eyes you felt safer than you ever did since you were taken.

"What are you doing here?" A blond man asked, taking a step closer.

You tried backing away once again, but your back met another wall. You were cornered.

The redhead reproached the blond man with a single look, making him take a step back, she looked at you then and smiled faintly.

"We're not gonna hurt you, kid, I promise. We just want to understand why you're here," the woman said, taking another step closer. You didn't try to back away this time, but you looked hesitantly at the men behind her.

She understood your hesitance, your fear, so she ordered them to clear the rest of the base, and they promptly obeyed.

"Now," she said, "can you tell me what happened?"

And that's how you found yourself telling her everything from the moment you got taken to where you were now; you told her about every single torture session, every single pinprick.

That was the first time you opened up to Natasha Romanoff.

You were not Avenger material; you knew that, they knew that, and yet, you stayed. Your powers were exceptional, the overwhelming magic, the super strength that could easily rival Captain America's, and the neverending healing that prevented your body from being damaged for more than a couple of seconds. If you didn't learn how to control it, you'd be exposing everyone around you to danger; that's why you stayed, were forced to stay.

They said they weren't keeping you a prisoner, that once you mastered control over your powers you'd be able to leave. In the beginning you didn't really believe it, but then, little by little, they earned your trust.

Steve started training you to control your super strength, and contrary to Hydra training, he never hurt you; quite the opposite really, he talked to you, made jokes and told you about all the times he kicked Hydra ass.

Thor tried helping you with your magic, but that didn't turn out great. Since there was no magic user on the team, hence no one to teach you practical magic, Natasha thought it best to help you master your self control and willpower in general.

Contrary to Steve's lessons, Natasha's were more strict. She didn't make jokes, she talked only when necessary, and glared at you whenever you were too out of it. You found it was a complete opposite of her normal behavior towards you.

For some reason, Natasha Romanoff, the most intimidating member of the Avengers, was soft on you. Maybe it was because you were the only other girl on the team, maybe she pitied you for your cowardice, or maybe she was a bit protective since you were the youngest. Whatever the reason, though, you were grateful for it.

She was troubled, you found. In the dead of the night, she'd trash on her bed, riddled by nightmares, only to wake up startled. You could feel her fears, her nightmares screamed at you from the opposite side of the hall; with your powers, you could feel her every move, hear her every labored breath, almost as if you were by her side.

That was how you found out that she didn't wake up everyday at 4am because she wanted to.

Steve, now one of your best friends, told you they'd run together at 4:45 every single morning, and you had mistakenly thought she did it out of discipline. Truth was, she only did it because she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

That's how you found yourself in the kitchen at 4 am, with two mugs of tea ready. You didn't need as much sleep as the average person, what with your body healing itself every few seconds, so you thought, why not?

"What're you doing up at this hour, kid?" Natasha asked, walking into the kitchen.

You shrugged and offered her a mug "I don't really need much sleep, and I thought some tea would be nice".

You were no spy, no actor, but you honestly thought she would buy that little white lie. You realized how foolish that was when you saw her shoulders tense, an expression of anger taking over her face, one you saw many times before, but never directed at you. You could hear her thoughts, she thought you invaded her privacy, and betrayed her trust.

"You know about the nightmares, don't you?" She asked, taking a menacing step towards you.

Your time at the Avengers tower helped you control yourself better, but you were still the same scared, traumatized girl they took in a few months ago, and upon seeing that expression on her face, that threatening stance she took, your automatic response was to take a couple of steps back and use your arms to protect your face for the inevitable blows that would come.

But no blows came, and slowly but surely you lowered your arms, allowing yourself to see the mix of guilt and surprise written on her face.

She took a couple of hesitant steps forward, you didn't back away this time.

"I'm sorry," she said in a low voice, extending her hand slowly towards you, "I'm so sorry."

And then you were in her arms, head tucked in her neck as she embraced you delicately "I'm never gonna hurt you, kid, no matter what."

That was the first time you felt your heart beating erratically because of any emotion other than fear.

You were not emotionally illiterate, you knew what you were feeling most of the time, but the green, ugly feeling that arose in you every time you saw Natasha and Bruce together was somewhat new.

To be honest, you never really had anyone to be jealous of, you never fell in love, you barely had friends, and you and your family were estranged, that was the main reason Hydra took you, actually, because nobody would miss you.

So yeah, when the first person you deeply cared for in such a long time showed so much interest in somebody else, yes, you became jealous.

Weirdly enough, somehow, you managed to become friends with most of the team. You didn't know what they saw in you, you didn't know why they even spared a glance your way, and yet somehow you managed to earn a place in their hearts, which, if you were honest, only made you feel more conflicted as you watched Natasha flirt with Bruce.

They were your friends, for fucks sake, you wanted them to be happy, more than anything, but you couldn't shake the bad feeling growing in the pit of your stomach.

Each time she would laugh at his jokes, each time she would touch his arm, each time he would stare longingly at her, you would just wish them happiness in your head, but the war raging inside your heart told you that you wanted her to look at you that way. You, not him.

The fact that she was so soft with you didn't help matters. Each day at 4:00 a.m. you would have tea together, and each day she would tell you more and more about her past.

She told you about Yelena, Ohio, and the whole mission. She told you some things about the Red Room, although she became a little bit closed off whenever it came to that. It was clear as day how much her past weighed on her, the tenseness of her shoulder gave it away, along with the sleepless nights, the slight paranoia, and the trust issues.

You wished, more than anything, you were able to give her peace of mind somehow, but she was set on achieving it by trying to make up for all the red in her ledger.

Maybe someday you would get the courage to tell her that none of that was her fault, maybe someday you'd tell her that she was the best person you have ever crossed paths with, that she didn't need to make up for anything.

Maybe someday you would outgrow your fears and tell her how you felt.

But then, seeing the way she looks at Bruce and vice versa, maybe that day would never come.

It still amazed you the trust the team put in you, the problem was that you didn't deserve that trust.

On your first mission with them, the moment someone pointed a gun your way you froze. Steve dove in front of you just in time for the bullet to bounce against his shield. After that Clint promptly pulled you away from the action.

During your second mission, they deemed it better to leave you on the sidelines, where there would be fewer people trying to kill you. It didn't work out that well, though, for the moment someone came to you wielding a knife, you panicked and your powers flared out, throwing the enemy so hard their skull bashed open when they landed.

After that, Natasha started training you in physical combat along with your willpower and self-control training. Her focus was on you being able to duck and defend because she knew that if you learned to defend yourself, you would probably be less susceptible to freaking out mid-battle.

On the one hand, you did think it was going to help you during battles, but on the other, having her touch your body so frequently made you feel things. And Natasha didn't make things easy for you, she would come behind you and put her hands on your waist to show you the correct stance, and she would run her hands down your back or your sides each time she wanted to show you a new way to duck or dodge, and she would smile that dazzling smile of hers whenever you did something that made her proud.

"I think you're doing better," she said once, with a soft smile on her face "soon you'll be able to hold your own in the battlefield".

At that you retreated a little into yourself, wondering how such a powerful person as you could be so cowardly and selfish as to avoid fighting even when it meant you could save lives, while someone without any superhuman abilities such as Natasha could risk her own life to save others.

"I don't know, Nat" you said then, "I just don't think this will work. How will I even know what to do? I mean, I've never had the courage to follow up on my convictions, as long as danger was near, but now that I was made into this, danger's always around the corner… They say you attract what you are, and I am dangerous. I'm a danger to all of you."

At that, Natasha walked up to you. You didn't even seem to notice what she was doing, too wrapped up in your head, but then you felt her arms around you and your body instantly relaxed. What you did notice, though, was how she seemed to melt against you.

She was such a brave, strong, selfless person. All you wanted was to be able to make her see that too. You wanted her to feel relaxed most of the time, you wanted her to sleep soundly, and you wanted her mind to be at ease. But how could you, of all people, ever give her peace?

The upcoming missions weren't as bad as you thought they would be. Granted, you were never in the thick of it, you were never in the center field fighting with the others, but you did help from the sidelines, sneaking up on the enemy and making surprise attacks.

Your reaction to having any weapon pointed at you never got much better, though. You would freeze, tremble, and unwillingly blast magic at whoever tried to attack you. At least with Natasha's help, you learned to contain yourself, and there were never any more casualties when you entered the battlefield.

You wish you could say your reaction to seeing her and Bruce flirt got better, but it was stagnant, the green monster of jealousy never failing to show up whenever you'd see them together.

Steve seemed to catch up on that, and he took upon always offering you a way out whenever he realized you saw them flirting. Thus you began spending more time together, and whenever he tried to comfort you you felt a pain in your chest, for Steve reminded you too much of your late brother, the only person in your family that ever stood up for you.

And as you watched his face fall whenever he saw Tony and Pepper together, you realized you were not alone in your suffering.

At least you had each other.

You would never admit to anyone that you welcomed the distraction Ultron's bots gave you at that party. You couldn't handle the way Natasha and Bruce interacted with each other at that bar, and when the robots crashed in, you welcomed the distraction.

But then things started getting so out of control. First with the Maximoff twins, who you have heard of during your time in captivity. You had only heard their names by chance because no one in Hydra would trust you with vital information. You didn't know what their powers were, what they were capable of, or what they looked like. But then the girl used her magic to get into the other's head; she tried to do the same to you, she did, but by then you knew enough about magic to be able to block hers when it came in contact with yours.

The girl was shocked when she realized you had the same sort of magic as her, and then it dawned on her who you were.

"You're the Weapon Hex," she said to herself. You didn't say anything back, didn't have time, because by then her brother had already swooped her away.

You didn't chase after them, though, you turned as fast as you could and ran to where you'd seen Natasha, stagnant as a rock, glassy eyes haunted, staring right through you.

Your fingers touched her temple, and you could feel your magic warring against Wanda's inside her head.

Almost as if you were transported, you could see yourself in a sterile room with a younger Natasha by your side, strapped to a stretcher. She looked at you with no recognition in her eyes, and you didn't know what to do.

When you heard people getting closer to the room you saw a glint of panic in her eyes, so you did the only thing you knew how to do. You hid. And then, when the door opened, you took them by surprise. They weren't fast enough to escape the blinding red light that came at them.

With her captors out, you neared the stretcher, and as gently as you could, you unsheathed your claws and cut the straps holding her down.

This version of Natasha was so much younger than the one you were used to, her eyes were wide as you freed her, her muscles tense as she sat up.

You hesitantly reached for her hand, but she pulled away at the last second. You knelt on the floor, then, and looked into her eyes, trying to show her that in no way, shape or form you intended to assert any type of dominance over her.

"Nat, it's me, Y/N," you said, debating if you should try to reach for her hand again or not. "This is a nightmare, we were at a Hydra base when a witch attacked us. You're not in the Red Room, you're an Avenger, a freaking superhero. You saved a lot of people. You saved me."

She blinked a couple of times, and you saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes.

"Detka?" She asked, looking at your whole face almost as if she was analyzing you. You didn't know what that word meant, but you nodded anyway. You needed her to feel calmer so you could get her out of here.

Her shoulders relaxed a little and she took a deep breath, you reached for her hand again, then, and the moment your fingers touched, blinding red light emanated from them, taking you both to the real world.

You didn't expect the sudden dizziness, though, nor to feel your legs tangling with hers as you both tried to support yourselves on each other. And with a little shriek, you stumbled, landing right above her on the floor.

Natasha sat halfway up then, elbows supporting her, her eyes looking at you with what you could only describe as gratitude.

"Thank you." She practically whispered against your face, nose almost touching yours, making you realize how close you two were.

You got up fast with the excuse of helping the others. You avoided her for the rest of the day, too embarrassed to even look her in the eye.

Clint's farm was a charming place, and you felt a warmth in your chest when you met his family.

His wife, Laura, thought you were a sweet oddball, she took an instant liking to you. Little Lila was ecstatic to see another girl in the group. Upon seeing you for the first time, she asked Natasha if you were a superhero too, and as soon as she heard "She's the strongest superhero you'll ever meet", Lila immediately clang to you like a koala.

On the one hand, you felt a sense of belonging like you never had before, but on the other… it was not safe for any child to be around you, like it or not you were still dangerous, what if you lost control near the kids? What if your claws accidentally stabbed a pregnant Laura?

Overwhelmed by those thoughts, you took the first opportunity to slip outside when no one noticed. You didn't need to stay there at the farm, you could find a place to hide on your own.

As you were stabilizing your magic to fly, Natasha came from the house. You couldn't decipher the look on her face.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

Upon hearing her voice you felt your energy deflate, almost as if she was grounding you to her.

"It's not safe if I stay here," you said.

Natasha crossed her arms and took a couple of steps closer. "So what, you're just going to leave? Find a place to hide on your own?"

You could feel your eyes starting to burn, your shoulders sagging, "What if I hurt them, Nat? Look at me! I am too dangerous to be around children and pregnant women!"

She stopped for a second, almost as if she couldn't believe the words that left your mouth. She shook her head, then, and took a couple more steps towards you, her face showing nothing but understanding.

She hesitatingly extended her hand, almost as if she was wary of touching you.

That, right there, was another reason for you to go. After the whole Wanda fiasco, Natasha seemed hesitant to touch you. Although you two became way closer than before, it wasn't hard to notice her hesitance whenever it came to skin-to-skin contact. And maybe it was petty of you, but sometimes you found yourself wanting to draw away just to give her the physical space she seemed so keen on having.

But right there at that moment, she wanted to touch you, and you couldn't say no. Natasha slowly took your hands in hers, caressing your knuckles with her thumbs.

"You are the gentlest soul that I've ever met, you won't harm Laura or the kids." She said, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you really think Clint would have let you come anywhere near the farm if he thought you were a danger to his family?"

"But there's always the risk… As long as I'm here, there's always the risk of them getting hurt." You said, shaking your head, trying to pull your hands away from her grasp.

Natasha strengthened her hold on you, and with a slight tremble to her body, she pulled you in, embracing you.

"Please, stay, just a bit more… For me." She whispered against your ear, making your resolve crumble.

You melted against her, gripping her shirt in your fists as if she was the only thing keeping you up, tucking your face in her neck as if you wanted to hide from the world.

"For you. I'll stay for you."

"You know… it's been going on for a while." Steve said as the two of you sat on the porch, looking at the trail where Natasha and Bruce were walking together.

"What?" you asked, almost as if coming out of a trance.

"The two of them," Steve said, "it's been going on since before she met you."

You turn to look at him with furrowed brows "Is it? I've never realized…"

"They've been spending more time together in the last couple of months, but they don't seem as close as before." He said "Even if Natasha's been more open to physical touch. Well… she's been more open in general. I think it has something to do with you."

"Has she?" You asked "Because from where I stand, it feels like she's withdrawing from me…" you sighed and shook your head "I mean, we've been spending more time together too, but it's almost like she's afraid of touching me."

"I think she is afraid." Steve said, looking at her in the distance.

"What?" you asked, a crushing feeling settling in your chest "Do you really think she's afraid of me?"

"No, not of you. I think she's afraid you're going to leave." Steve replied.

"Why would she think that?"

"You never wanted this life, Y/N, and we always knew that." He kicked a bit of dirt, refusing to meet your gaze "We made you stay for you to learn how to control your powers… and now you have. After we deal with Ultron, nothing is stopping you from leaving us."

You hung your head, rubbing your temple with one hand as Steve gently patted the other.

"I've got nowhere to go, Steve. My family deserted me after finding out I was bi, the very few friends that I had have probably assumed I'm dead by now, I was living in a shitty apartment and working a minimum wage job. There's nothing for me to go back to." You said, then, raising your head to look at the sky "You're right. I never wanted this, and I've never asked for these powers, but that's not going to change the fact that I have them now and that I could do some good with them. But more than that, you guys became my family. I'd never leave you behind."

A huge smile lit up Steve's face, and he swung an arm over your shoulder, hugging you sideways.

"Well, don't let Tony hear that, otherwise he'll want to throw you a party," he joked "But seriously, Y/N, you're our family too. I'm glad you're staying."

You opened your mouth to reply, but the sound of Laura's voice made you stop.

"There you are!" She said with a mischievous smile on her face, drying her hands on her apron. "Steve, come with me, I need some super strength. Y/N, go get Natasha and Bruce for dinner."

"You do know I have super strength, too, right?" You asked with a lift of your brows.

"Yes, sweetie, but you're also as clumsy as they come. Now, shoo, go get those two idiots." Laura replied, making you laugh out loud.

"Yes ma'am!" You said, getting up and saluting her.

"So bossy," Steve mouthed behind her back. You had to hold back your laughter this time, lest she realize what he did.

You shook your head in amusement and turned around, looking at where Nat and Bruce stood. It could be considered a pretty romantic setting, both of them leaning against the fence, looking at the setting sun.

You really didn't want to go there, you didn't want to see how cozy they felt with each other, you didn't want to witness their mutual affections, but you also didn't want to stress a pregnant woman, so off you went.

They didn't see you approaching, you supposed they were too wrapped up on each other.

"You're the most wonderful woman I've ever met, I care about you too much to ever let you go." You heard Bruce say, your heart feeling heavy at those words.

"You know I find you just as wonderful," Natasha answered, her hand caressing his. "Yeah… Even though I'm a monster," he said barely above a whisper, eyes trained on their hands.

"Hey, there's only one monster in our team, and it's not you." She said, and you froze.

Was she talking about you? You looked at your hands then, seeing the slits from where your claws came out. You remembered the redness of your eyes whenever you were wielding magic, the way the very few serious injuries you'd had during your time with the Avengers healed almost instantly.

Of course she was talking about you, who else would she be talking about?

"That's no excuse, though," Bruce said, shaking his head.

"It's not. I already told you the main reason." Natasha said with a somewhat sad smile. "Bruce, I love-"

You cleared your throat, not wanting to hear her saying those words to him. "Sorry to interrupt," you said, then, not looking either of them in the eyes "but Laura asked me to fetch you for dinner."

Natasha raised a single brow, a smirk on her face. "Fetch us?" She teased.

You still didn't meet her eyes, though. You weren't mad at her for calling you a monster, you really weren't, because how could you be mad at her for telling the truth?

Yet, you knew it'd hurt to look at her right at that moment, so you just nodded, turned around and left.

You didn't make it far, though. Natasha caught up to you, her hand around your wrist. You hesitantly turned to face her, eyes downcast.

"Y/N, what happened?" She asked in a worried tone.

Your eyes landed where your skin was touching hers. It felt so right, but at the same time, so wrong. Natasha was a true hero, a person raised as a weapon, a woman taught naught but evil; lying, deceiving and killing were ingrained in her, and yet she fought against that nature every single day. She was a paragon of goodness.

Her integrity made you feel small and insufficient. It felt so wrong to taint that selflessness of hers with your monstrosity. It felt like you were wasting her honor.

"Detka," she said, hesitating before cupping your face with her other hand, making you look at her.

She had a worried look on her face. You bit your lip. You owed her the truth; of what you had just listened in to, of how you felt.

You didn't want to say it, no, but Natasha deserved nothing but honesty, even if said honesty did irreparable damage to your friendship with her.

You may be a monster on the outside, but there was enough humanity left in you to know that you shouldn't shy away from doing what was right just because it hurt.

"I heard you and Bruce talking…" you said, then, closing your eyes "I knew you were just being nice when you told me I wouldn't hurt Laura or the kids, when you told me I was gentle, but… If you really think I'm a monster, why ask me to stay? Why put yourself and the others in danger?"

A beat of silence. Two. Three.

You opened your eyes and looked at her, and for some reason, Natasha seemed utterly confused.

"What are you talking about?" She asked then.

"You told Bruce there was only one monster in our team." You explained, making her eyes widen a little before a look of pure determination settled on her face.

She gripped your shoulders, then, making you look deep into her eyes.

"Y/N, you are not a monster." She said, her fingers digging into your skin "I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about myself. I told you once and I'll tell you however many times you'll need to understand: You are the best person I have ever crossed paths with. You're just so good. Your heart is pure, you somehow managed to maintain a certain innocence in your soul despite everything that's happened to you. You are not a monster, you could never be one."

You furrowed your brows and gritted your teeth. Your heart did somersaults upon hearing her words, butterflies swarmed your stomach, and yet you felt terribly angry. How dare she talk about herself like that?

Natasha Romanoff was the exact opposite of a monster. She was an angel, a goddess in disguise.

"Why would you say that about yourself?" You asked through gritted teeth "I'd understand if it was about me, because even if you say I'm good, my skeleton is still made of metal, I still have claws, my eyes still turn red and yet I keep on being a fucking coward. But Natasha, despite not having any power whatsoever you still risk your life every single day for people you don't even know. You keep trying to clean up your ledger when you were forced to paint it red in the first place." You said, taking her hands in yours "You're not just any hero, you're my hero. You're the one who made me realize that I could do this, that I could be someone who helps people. You're the one who made me want to stay and become a full-fledged Avenger."

She didn't say anything for a moment, and you thought you went too far, that she'd push you away due to her own realization of your feelings, but then her eyes seemed to water and a smile lit up her face.

Coming to think about it, Steve was right, you never saw her smile as much as she did when she was you, and it made you wonder… maybe you'd never be able to give her the peace she deserves, but you were like a fire and you could keep her brittle heart warm.

"You're staying," she said more to herself than to you, as if there ever was the possibility of you leaving her.

"As long as you'll have me," you told her, then, taking advantage of the small amount of courage that ran through your veins at that moment to take a step towards her, getting rid of most of the distance that separated you and snaking your arms around her.

You were ready to open your mouth and tell her how much she meant to you, to tell her how she made your heart beat faster, how you never felt like someone cared for you like she does, but then your traitor brain recalled the one moment that'd make you pull back.

She was ready to confess her love for Bruce when you interrupted them.

And suddenly the butterflies in your stomach seemed to die, your heart started to ache and your eyes to burn. You couldn't tell her how you felt, you couldn't put that weight on her shoulders. She cared about you too much, she'd be devastated if she knew she was causing you any sort of pain. You couldn't burden her with that.

"Nat, I'm really sorry for interrupting you and Bruce earlier," you told her "and I want you to know that-"

You couldn't finish the sentence with her mouth pressed against yours. Your brain short-circuited, you didn't know what to do, except your body did. You didn't even realize you were opening your mouth to let her in, you didn't realize that your hands were pulling her hips against yours, you were too intoxicated by her to differentiate between up and down.

When her lips parted from yours, a muttered "wow" left your mouth without permission, making Natasha chuckle and bringing you back to the real world, the world where she was about to confess her love for Bruce a couple of minutes ago.

"Nat… what are you doing?" You asked in a small voice as her face got closer to yours again, too afraid to drive her away.

You felt your stomach drop when you saw her body stiffen, the smile on her face slowly dying.

"I thought… I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm gonna-" She was already turning away, but you caught her wrist with both hands, too afraid to let her go even if you knew you'd never make her stay if she didn't want to.

"I liked it!" You found yourself saying in a sudden bout of courage "A lot. I've been wanting to do that for a while, but you were about to tell Bruce you love him and I don't know what-"

"What?!" She asked, almost as if you had offended her.

"When I came to get the two of you, you were about to confess your love to him… were you not?"

Natasha's eyes searched your face for a while. You didn't know what she was looking for, but whatever it was, she must've found it, because her smile came back as she took a step closer and cupped your cheeks.

"You're right, I was about to confess my love." She said and you closed your eyes for a second, but when Natasha's thumbs started caressing your cheeks, you opened them to see her looking at you with a very familiar glint in her eyes.

"I was about to confess to him how much I love you."

You opened your mouth, but no words came, you were too stunned, not having expected to hear those words.

"What?" You asked then, dumbfounded, barely above a whisper.

"Bruce and I had this unspoken thing before you came along, and the more I spent time with you the more I drew away from him." She said, and to be honest, you never realized that, because your main focus was always her. "He asked me to give us a last chance, and I tried to make it up to him by spending as much time as I could by his side… but what you were about to witness was the moment I finally told him this is not working." She took a deep breath and rested her forehead against yours. "I've been in love with you for months, it wouldn't be fair to any of us if I chose him, knowing that I love you."

You felt tears pooling in your eyes, and your heart was beating erratically, but you never felt as happy as you did at that moment.

You pulled her mouth to yours then, muttering between kisses that you loved her too.

After that, you felt a strange sort of confidence you've never felt before. Maybe it was because little by little you were becoming more courageous, or maybe it was because you knew Natasha would be by your side no matter what.

You didn't change overnight, no, but you didn't shy away from things as much as you did before.

Natasha made you want to be better.

There was no label to what you two had, it was all too new, too fragile. You didn't want to spoil anything. The only thing you knew was that things with her felt… common, mundane, but not in a bad sense, it's just- you could be yourself with her, and she didn't have to put up any walls with you.

Even in the midst of all the hectic dangerous day to day of an Avenger, you still felt at home with her.

Taking down Ultron was a piece of cake compared to having to deal with the Sokovia Accords.

Of course you sided with Steve, and you had to admit it broke your heart a little to see Natasha taking Tony's side, but you couldn't accept being controlled by anyone anymore. You wouldn't.

Tony's side had no chance against you and Wanda together. The two of you immediately became friends after meeting; Vision attributed this instant connection to your powers, both coming from the same source.

It was almost as if you could feel her, and all you felt was sadness and pain. You felt yourself wanting to be a guiding light in the poor witch's life, even if your own was pretty much miserable before the Avengers.

Natasha took it upon herself to help you make Wanda feel at home, and your love for the ex-assassin only grew. You wondered how someone who was taught only evil could be so inherently good.

It didn't take long for Wanda to become one of your best friends, second only to Natasha.

Whenever you and the witch fought together you were unstoppable and, when the time came to fight against half of your new family, it showed.

Rhodes laid half dead on the floor, Vision had a couple of sparks leaving his body as if he was overworking himself, the Spider-Man stood trapped in a magical cage, and Tony's suit got destroyed in the blink of an eye.

The sight of Natasha going against T'Challa, taking a stance on the right side, made your heart swell with both pride and affection.

Of course, things wouldn't be easy in the future, both of you went against the law, and you were officially fugitives, but in your eyes, it was worth it.

You helped Wanda escape with Vision after Steve and Bucky left, and you promptly took Natasha's hand and flew away from the United States.

It was a couple of weeks later when you found yourself in Norway with her, living the quiet life in a trailer.

The quiet life didn't even last a whole night.

You were nervous about sleeping in the same bed as her; the two of you were taking things slow so both of you could learn to navigate each other's trauma and, hopefully, heal together.

The night after her first confession you had decided to ask Natasha why she was drawing away from you so much. You learned of her views on physical touch, and of how she acted when her feelings became too overwhelming. She told you she drew away from you because she was scared of her feelings, as she never felt for someone as much as she felt for you.

For her, physical touch was something superficial, trivial, something she was taught to use as a weapon, as a means of manipulation, so when she found herself so enamored with you she didn't want to sully you with her touch.

It took a while to make Natasha realize that her hands were clean, not a single drop of red in them. She more than made up for all the things she was forced to do when in the Red Room. It took time, but she finally started seeing how she was more than deserving of your touch (which was ironic, for you never felt deserving of hers).

So, yeah, you were nervous about finally spending your first night sleeping in the same bed… that didn't happen, though.

First came the Taskmaster, then Budapest, Yelena, the prison break, and finally Melina. And weirdly enough, her dysfunctional family became a supporting system for you, almost as much as her.

You always knew what Natasha was capable of, but after seeing the Red Room first hand you finally understood why.

Somehow, someway, Dreykov and his Widows found out about you, and more than that, they found out about your relationship with Natasha. Now he didn't want just her, he wanted the two of you.

So there you were, strapped to a chair, with cuffs that somehow inhibited both your magic and your super strength. And as if that wasn't enough, the Taskmaster held a strange gun in her hands, a gun that, according to Dreykov, could bypass your healing factor.

Things seemed dire; you were incapacitated while Natasha couldn't really do anything against Dreykov, nor could she attack the Taskmaster (otherwise Dreykov's gun would be tested for real). But your Natalia was a smart one, thus when Dreykov lost the battle of wills and attacked, Nat acted as if he was actually hurting her, and finally, when he punched her face for the last time, she threw herself to the floor near the chair you were strapped to.

With hands moving almost faster than your eyes could follow, she broke you off of your chains, and in a flurry of movement, she severed her nerve by bashing her head against the chair.

With the two of you free, she flung herself at Dreykov and you used your magic to blast the gun away from the Taskmaster, sending the girl you now knew to be Antonia right through the wall.

With red eyes and unsheathed claws, you used your magic to bind Dreykov's hands and feet apart, making him float midair as Natasha approached him slowly.

"You know, you were all safe, hidden in the dark," Nat said, each menacing step she took made Dreykov's eyes widen a little bit more "but you messed up. I bet you never realized my sister took after me."

Natasha was now face to face with him, her eyes full of a hatred you had never seen before "And as if your own mess up wasn't enough, you had to go and threaten the woman I'm going to marry someday; that's when you painted a big fat target on your sorry back"

You could feel Natasha's satisfaction as she punched him in the face, again and again, and again. She procured a knife then, and buried it in Dreykov's gut with a finality that only came from fulfilling a long, overdue mission.

But then you saw a red beam of light coming straight her way, your eye identified Antonia's gun on the girl's lap, pointing at Nat.

Your body didn't freeze this time, quite the contrary, it moved almost as if on its own accord, not that you'd ever do something different. You've always heard that love was for show, but you loved Natasha Romanoff so much that you'd die for her in secret, with only her's and Antonia's gazes as witnesses to your sacrifice.

You jumped. The bean hit you.

Even if you didn't survive, it would be ok, after all, just the knowledge that Nat loved you as much as you did her was enough to have made life worth living.

Your burial was scheduled in a secluded place, Nat reached out to all the other Avengers, and even the ones who signed the accords declared a truce in honor of your memory.

Steve knelt beside your coffin and cried his eyes out, for you were the sister he never had. Pepper held Tony and he buried his face in her neck in a failed attempt to hide his tears. Yelena petted Natasha's back as the redhead cried hunched over your body.

Nat blamed herself for not being able to break Clint free in time for your farewell, but she couldn't stand seeing your unmoving body anymore. She'd had Melina examine you, then she called in a couple of favors and got you to the best doctors money could buy. No one was able to even tell what had happened to you. Not even Antonia, after she got out of her mind control, could tell what was that ray she blasted you with.

"Nat," said a voice she knew well, but she didn't want to deal with him, she didn't want to talk to anyone.

"I do not know who you are, but now is not a good time" Yelena said with a little bite in her voice.

"My name's Bruce," he said, "I just wanted to say my condolences… When did…" he trailed off, not knowing how to say it.

"It's been a week, give or take," Natasha managed to say, pulling away from your unmoving body.

She gritted her teeth when she saw the frown on Bruce's face, she didn't want to deal with whatever the problem was.

"I'm sorry for being crude, but her body's in perfect condition, shouldn't it be in process of decompos-"

"Are you being serious right now?" Yelena gritted out.

"She's dead, Bruce, we took her to the best doctors." Natasha spat out.

Bruce didn't say anything, he just took out a small switchblade and slashed your skin, making Natasha pull him away and Steve punch him hard enough to make him fly all the way to the lake nearby.

"Holy shit," said Tony, "look at her arm!"

There, in front of their eyes, your skin slowly, very very slowly, knitted itself back together.

"How's it possible her powers persisted if she's dead?" Steve asked.

Tony shook his head "because she's not dead!"

Natasha Romanoff never felt her heart beating as fast as at that moment. You weren't dead. She'd have you back by her side.

You remembered all the nights when you'd hear the sound of tossing and turning, you could practically feel her uneasiness through the walls each night. The nightmares haunted her frequently and at that time you didn't know how to make them stop.

After everything went down, Bruce and Tony managed to find out that the ray basically made your heart stop, but your powers kept your organs alive, according to them you were hibernating. They took a couple of days, but your friends got your heart beating again. Now, after breaking the others from jail and safely evading the police, you and Natasha found yourselves in Norway once again.

See, you expected your first night sharing a bed with Natasha to be somewhat hurtful. You expected to see with your own eyes the extent of her nightmares, you expected not to be able to properly sleep due to the tossing and turning. Turns out you really didn't sleep, not because of her, but because you wanted to be awake, to be able to comfort her just in case.

A part of you found it weird that she didn't show any signs of bad dreams since you imagined that sleeping beside Natasha would be a testament to how haunted she was; you imagined the mumbling, the sweat, and the expression on her face that would show you what you always knew about. Her dreams were haunted by her past.

You imagined she'd twist and turn every night, you imagined you'd use your magic to soothe her.

As the days went by and you saw no sign of her night terrors, sleep came easily to you.

One particular morning she woke up before you, the light of the morning sun filtered through the window and bathed you in sunlight. You were facing her, your eyes closed, your hair a beautiful mess. She knew then and there that she'd never be able to live without you, that if one day you really left her behind, she'd promptly follow you.

You opened your eyes slowly only to see her already awake, looking at you as if she wanted to remember every single detail.

"Hi," you said with a shy smile.

"Hi," she whispered back, beaming at you.

You crept closer to her and tucked your head in her neck, basking in her smell, her warmth. You didn't say anything more, and neither did she, and that brought a lightness in your chest that you could only hope to be replicated in hers. There you two were, relaxed, tranquil, basking in the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, when there's strong enough a bond to form a family. She was your family, and it showed in the way you looked at her, in the way you touched her, in the way you always thought of her first. It showed in the way you interacted with her family, in the way you became thick as thieves with her sister, whom you now see as your own.

But there was just one thing that always bothered you…

"Will it be enough if I can never give you peace?" You asked her then, because you couldn't give her that, and Natasha Romanoff, more than anyone in the world, deserved peace.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, but it was a rhetorical question. You furrowed your brows and pulled back a little to look at her.

"You went through so much, Natasha; more than any other person I know. You, more than anyone, deserve to just be relaxed and not have to look over your shoulder; you deserve to sleep soundlessly and not be hunted down by any nightmare; you deserve not to feel the weight of everything that was forced onto you. I can't give you that." You said then, barely above a whisper, your eyes looking deep into hers. "I can't give you peace."

"Detka," she said, caressing your face, a small smile lighting up her beautiful features, "peace is not something you're normally able to give to other people… but if there's someone that does it for me, it's you".

You couldn't have heard it right, could you? How could you, of all people, offer it to her?

"What?" You asked then, perplexed.

"You helped me with getting my family back, you made me see that I made up for everything I've done under the Red Room's name; With you, I never have to look over my shoulder, I feel relaxed enough because I know you're always going to look out for me; I never have to worry about my enemies getting ahold of you, because you defied death itself; there's also the nightmares, I haven't had a single one since I first slept by your side. And of course, the love. You make me feel loved, truly loved, I've never thought someone could love me so wholly, but you do, and I love you just as much, and our love, in and of itself, it's peace."

You felt tears in your eyes, you felt butterflies in your stomach and bubbles in your chest. "I want to give you my all. Give you my peace, give you my wild… give you a child. I want to live the rest of my life by your side, Natasha Romanoff."

She smiled as she kissed you "Shall I buy the rings, then, my love?"

Turns out you didn't need to know if it'd be enough if you could never bring her peace, because you are her peace.

Natasha Romanoff taglist: @strangegardentaco, @madamevirgo, @Lovelyy-moonlight, @agent99galanzo

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hungergamesheadcanons · 1 year ago

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Christmas In Panem

Christmas in the Capitol was loud.

Everyone met up with family and friends in the morning, exchanging presents and having a big heavy lunch to last them through to the evening. Parents with children would play with them til the evening, when they were put to bed. Other adults headed to parties in the afternoon, while parents would join the festivities later on, and they would party til the early hours of the morning.

In more elite circles, the elite would have one long party, lasting from lunch til 2am or later. If they were especially elite, you may have a Victor or two there for entertainment - Finnick Odair was always a popular choice, as we're Cashmere and Gloss, but since their schedules always blocked off Christmas Day due to their impressive popularity, you'd take what you could get depending on when you arranged the for.

This year's Christmas Party, the year before the 74th Annual Hunger Games, President Snow's get together was in full throttle. Harold Galloway, the District 1 Victor of the 73rd Games, had the honour of being this year's entertainment, the citizens around him oohing and aahing appropriately as he recalled how he slaughtered other children. President Snow was sipping from a glass of wine, a white napkin held loosely in his hands. The red stains upon it could have been from the wine, or maybe the blood he was coughing up when he thought he could get away with it.

It wasn't necessarily fun. It was expected, and Snow watched dispassionately as the Capitol roared with excitement as Avoxes brought out more refreshments.

Only a couple more hours to go.

*****

Christmas in District 1 was luxurious.

Everyone in the Districts got the day off, as the Capitol would riot if they didn't. Snow blanketed the beautiful gardens in 1, falling gently to the floor as small children laughed and played in it.

In one large house, beautifully furnished, a large spread covered a table. Meat wasn't always eaten, but Christmas demanded it, and a blonde girl sat at the table with her family, happily eating her Christmas dinner.

Glimmer watched as her mother and father playfully bickered, her mother 'aggressively' rubbing the gravy off his white shirt with a wet cloth. All 3 were dressed in their best finery, as they'd be taking photos for the Capitol cards later that day.

It was a good day. Glimmer had just been told she was to be the volunteer for next year's games, and she looked forward to next year's Christmas party, with Glimmer a Victor. Her mother had placed an order for a new dress, silver with shimmers, beautiful stitching making up most of the bodice. She was excited to wear it on her victory tour.

Only one year to go.

*****

District 2 didn't observe Christmas as closely as the Capitol did, but they still parties.

Most Christmas parties were filled with cakes and sweet treats, a rarity even for the richer people, and children would gorge on them until they felt sick. Cato watched his two younger siblings do just that, laughing as they fell to the ground, stomachs swollen from the rich food.

Their family friend, Clove, sat nearby, conversing with his mother as she ate a slice of chocolate cake. Clove didn't have a family, having been orphaned at a young age, so Cato's had practically taken her in, raising her to be every bit as ferocious as Cato himself.

He expected that they'd be the next Cashmere-Gloss duo, winning consecutive games. He was excited, so excited, to see what the future held for them.

*****

District 3's Christmas was full of light.

Everyone worked together to create a light show on drones, starting with simpler ones made by school children to incredibly intricate ones worked on through the year by people in work.

Beetee and Wiress, who had programmed the grand finale for this year's display, watched with pride as the drones in the sky created a series of fireworks, each exploding into multiple presents which opened to form a giant Santa Claus. The children oohed and aahed, before squealing in joy as the drones started circling the crowd, dropping little sweets into each child's palm.

Next year, they'd create something bigger and better.

And maybe the year after that, they'd have more people to work with.

*****

District 4 all gathered together for Christmas.

Multiple large tables were unfolded on the beach, with the older people cooking various kinds of food that ended up placed in the middle of the tables. Buffet style, which was incredibly popular in the Capitol, but originated in 4.

They'd all eat together, an incredible show of community and togetherness, raucous laughter and joyous screaming drowning out the sound of gulls. After the food was done, as the sun was setting and the tide rolled in, they'd sing together, everything from carols to shanties, and when the sun finally set and the waves lapped at their toes, they'd head inside, content with another Christmas well spent.

Finnick stumbled into his house, a massive grin splitting his face even though there were no alcohol or drugs running through his system for once. Annie stumbled behind him, still quietly humming along to We Wish You A Merry Christmas, the two falling onto a couch and hugging each other close as they sang together, interspersed with the occasional giggle. Mags laughed silently as she headed to the kitchen, making some hot chocolate as the younger two had splashed through the ocean with no shoes on, and would undoubtedly end up sick the next day.

*****

District 5's Christmas celebrations were filled with fireworks.

All different colours, red, green, blue, yellow lit up the sky. Children screamed in joy, while adults gave out fresh fruit for them to enjoy.

They all went to bed early that night, as they had to be back to work the next day.

District's 6, 7 and 8 were much the same, one Johanna Mason mused. She was in the Capitol, watching the Districts celebrations on TV. She had been reluctantly glad to see Finnick enjoying his celebrations, for once covered up and genuinely smiling as Annie hung off his arm and Mags plied the two with more food.

Even 9 wasn't too dissimilar, she sighed as she took a drink, except instead of fireworks they released lanterns, multiple colours lighting up the sky in a beautiful display. 10 and 11 shared the same tradition, except with plain white lanterns, and Johanna watched them rise into the sky, bored.

Maybe there was something else on...

*****

District 12's Christmas... well, they didn't really celebrate.

The mines were too dangerous, and even though they got the day off, there were no food handouts or communal events.

But some people did celebrate in their homes.

An eleven year old Primrose Everdeen was dancing around in her new outfit, bought for her first reaping next year. It tugged at Katniss's heartstrings, even as her mother smiled indulgently.

She hated the Hunger Games, and what everything stood for. But it was fine.

Prim was only in there once next year. And Katniss would just take more tesserae as she got older, to make sure that Prim had the smallest chance of being reaped possible.

It was the least she deserved.

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junglekarmapippa · 7 months ago

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N is for Nightmare

It had taken RJ physically getting to them and press the button on their morphers to get the three unconscious teenagers out of the quarry and into town.

RJ teleported to the same spot and started to check their vitals again.

He looked around and saw the emergency personnel helping the people the Rinshi had hurt during the attack.

"HELP!" RJ yelled at the top of his lungs, his eyes going from one of his students to the next. "SOMEBODY, PLEASE, HELP ME!"

He heard feet running in his direction. Two EMTs, a man and a woman, reached him and his fallen students.

"We had agreed I'd pick them up from here a few minutes ago," RJ started. "They wouldn't pick up the phone..." His voice broke as the EMTs worked on Casey, Theo, and Lily. He swallowed. "I came out of the car and came looking for them."

"Do you know if it was the monster who did this?" The male EMT asked.

"No," RJ said, despite his entire being wanting him to say yes. "I found them like this."

Watching his students' armors explode around them mid-air and disappear before they hit the ground had made RJ's blood run cold, his stomach sink, and his brain go into overdrive.

"What's your name, sir?" The female EMT asked, softly pushing him away from his students.

"Robert James Finnsen."

"And their names?"

"The blonde boy is Casey, the other boy is Theo, and the girl is Lily."

"Where do you know them from?" RJ didn't answer immediately. He was distracted looking at how they were putting his students on stretchers and putting oxygen masks on their faces. "Robert!" She called, shaking him.

"Sorry, what?"

"Where do you know them from?"

"They're my children," he replied, watching an EMT sticking a needle into Casey's arm.

He heard things like "MRI", "Call in three severe traumas" and "let's hope nothing else is broken". Then, something that brought tears to his eyes: "Let's do our best, and let's pray they make it".

"Robert?" the EMT called again, here hand on his shoulder. "What do you mean they're your children?"

"I'm their foster father."

"I see. Well, we're taking them to the General. We'll meet you there, okay?"

"Okay."

He didn't get to see them again. After being in the hospital for one hour, Theo succumbed to his wounds are died.

They let RJ see his body and he held Theo's still warm hand and he wanted to tell him to just find that good state of mind again. But there was no mind. What lie in front of him once contained Theo but it wasn't him. He cried in absolute pain.

He had failed him.

He returned to the hallway when the morgue technicians came for Theo's body.

It was 10pm when he lost Lily.

The pain of losing Theo had begun to go numb when they told him Lily had exhaled for the last time in the ICU.

He started crying with abandon, the whispers of 'Not Lily' escaping his lips many times.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He was engulfed in the most absolute pain, and nothing could make it better.

He didn't have the willpower to stop crying or heaving. He sat in a corner of the room, his face hidden in his hands.

"Mr. Finnsen," the doctor called softly.

RJ looked up at him and he felt his very being shatter. "Please," he begged. "Not Casey," He grabbed the doctor's coat. "Not Casey, please, not Casey," he begged again.

"I'm sorry."

"No, not Casey..."

"He left us two minutes ago,"

RJ felt himself shatter. He knelt on the floor, wailing. His eyes burned from the tears. His throat felt torn by each wail of absolute pain. The air got stuck in his throat and never entered his lungs.

He wanted to die with them.

The image of the armor exploding around them came back to his mind like a castigating whip, making the wound rawer.

His rangers.

His students.

His children.

He took in a sudden breath and opened his eyes. He found himself lying on his bed, covered in sweat, his face crossed with tears he had cried in his sleep.

He sat up slowly, feeling dizzy. His head hurt, he was having a hard time returning his breathing to normal. It was a nightmare.

It was just a nightmare.

He grabbed the shirt he kept by his bed and put it on, walking out of his bedroom in absolute silence.

He walked over to Theo's room and found him asleep over the covers with a book on his chest. He took the book and put it on the nightstand, watching Theo breathe as he slept. He managed to throw a cover over him without waking him up.

He went to Lily's room and found her deeply asleep, her face calm, almost smiling, in the moonlight. He watched her breathe for a few moments as well.

Last, he went to Casey's room. He was asleep spread on his bed, snoring softly. RJ smiled and watched him in the moonlight as well.

He walked back to his room. They were okay. They were fine. Not dead, only asleep.

He sat on his bed and took off the shirt.

"I will not fail," He promised them in a barely audible whisper. "I will keep you safe. I promise."

#power rangers #powerrangers #power rangers jungle fury #fanfic #fanfiction #the alphabet of fluff

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 2 years ago

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Freak on a Leash

"So, what's this surprise you promised me?" Billy asked as he adjusted the silk blindfold covering his eyes, barely able to contain his excitement as he almost bounced on the dirty mattress.

"You'll see in a sec, just hold your horses." Eddie's voice called out from the other side of his bedroom door. It was Valentine's day and Wayne had left for a fishing trip the night before, meaning that the couple had the Munson trailer to themselves for the night. When Eddie came to school with a gift, he'd been surprised to pull out what looked like the satin belt to a bath robe.

"A...piece of fabric?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"No-well I mean, yeah, it is, but that isn't what we're going to use it for." Eddie leaned in and whispered into Billy's ear. The blonde's mind short circuited for a moment as it connected the dots at what that meant. Usually, when he was with a girl for Valentine's Day, he'd get a girl flowers, and she'd give him a handie, but this? This was even better. Whatever this ended up being.

Billy was itching to get at his boyfriend by the time he heard the noise of the door opening. It was followed by the sound of feet moving and a weird squeaking.

"Okay big boy, you can take it off now." Billy was more than happy to comply, untying the fabric and letting out fall to the side. The boy's eyes widened when he saw his boyfriend leaning against the doorframe.

It was a slick black bodysuit that clung to Eddie's body. The latex left little to the imagination as the older boy leaned over to show what little skin on his chest was exposed. His hair was tied up in a high ponytail to expose the spiked collar adorning his neck. He looked like something Billy saw it one of his dad's old penthouse magazines.

"Whaddya think?" Eddie asked as he approached the bed. Billy gaped, his mouth open wide as he felt the blood leave his face and travel down to his pants.

"I think you better get your ass over here before I fucking explode." Billy admitted as he pulled Eddie onto the bed.

"Well, aren't you a romantic?" Eddie asked with a smirk as Billy pulled his face close for a kiss. Their lips locked as the blonde's tongue slid into his mouth with a soft moan. Billy's hand wrapped around the back of his boyfriend's hair, fingers gripping the strands of black tightly. Billy's eyes closed as he pushed Eddie back into the sheets. The latex material squealed from the movement, taking him out of the moment. Eddie noticed him stop and he looked up to Billy.

"What's wrong?"

"Er, nothing." Billy shook his head, trying to ignore the way the outfit squeaked at every slight movement. "You look really sexy, but I think you'd look even better if you didn't have anything on."

"I think I can help with that." Eddie grinned as he reached towards the boob window of the suit and pulled. Or at least least he tried to. Giving it a few yanks, but the material refused to move.

"You need any help there?" Billy asked as he sat up. Watching as Eddie followed, giving the outfit a few more frantic yanks as he attempted to free himself.

"No, I-" Squeak. "-got it-" Squeak. "-just give me a-" Squeak. "-second. Come on!" Eddie grappled with the suit, falling to the floor as he continued to try and pull the thing off. "I...I don't think this is coming off."

"We could just cut it off." Billy suggested.

"No way, I spent fifty bucks on this thing!" The suit continued to squeak as Eddie squirmed around on the floor. Billy snickered at his boyfriend's distress as Eddie finally gave up and laid flat on the floor, exasperated. "I give up. Damn it, this was supposed to be sexy but now I just look stupid."

"Hey, you still look really hot." Billy shifted from the bed to the floor next to his fallen boyfriend. "Besides, I think there's a few things we can do with just your mouth." As he said this, Billy leaned in and began to make out with his boyfriend again, just as excited as before. It was almost enough to ignore the constant squeaking of the suit.

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negative-speedforce · 1 year ago

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writing challenge from my bad things happen bingo card: try to get one full bingo (any line of your choice, 4 corners also counts) with one ficlet :)

CW: A WHOLE LOT OF REALLY DARK, FUCKED UP SHIT. See Bingo above for deets, some of it is just mentioned/implied, but it's all here.

With: My OC Director Lydia Hawke

Director Hawke checked her reflection, smiling at the face that greeted her in the mirror. Greying blonde hair, perfectly slicked back without a hair out of place, sharp grey eyes, and sharp, angular features that managed to not quite look her full age of 55.

She checked the camera feed from her office, making sure it was on a loop of her at her desk, checking emails, before she quickly enveloped herself in magic, pulling herself through the Nether until she was spat out on the detention level of Project Syncope's facility.

"Director Hawke- ma'am." The guard saluted, a middle-aged man who was little more than a glorified mall cop. "I wasn't expecting you today."

"I'm here to see Inmate 351. Beatrix Grey." Director Hawke. "I may need to facilitate a transfer for her."

"Of course, ma'am." The guard replied. "I just need your fingerprint and iris scans, then we can let you through."

Director Hawke nodded, pressing her thumb to the electronic pad while staring into the iris scanner above.

"You're all clear." The guard said, pushing a button on the wall next to him, which made the door unlock and swing open.

Director Hawke walked down the hall, pristine stiletto boots clicking against the concrete floor until she reached the cell, where the girl she was searching for sat.

Inmate 351, formerly known as Central City high school student Beatrix Leanne Grey, sat in her cell, staring at the wall. Her hair, which had been little more than few short curls in neon blue, had grown out in the four months that she had been detained there, a natural light brown almost reaching her shoulders.

Her story was similar to many of the others that Director Hawke had funneled out into her... personal project. A poor, struggling foster kid, goes to a store and steals over two hundred dollars of food for herself and her siblings. The cops try to take her in, and her previously unknown abilities kick in, with Beatrix's unique take on this perverted magic being the ability to do what was colloquially known as bloodbending, manipulating a person's body by controlling their blood.

"I told you, I didn't mean to kill those cops." The prisoner said, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"I'm not here to interrogate you." Director Hawke replied. "I know you didn't have control of your... rather extensive abilities."

"Are you here to help me?" The sixteen-year-old looked up, eyes wide with fear.

"I am." Director Hawke lied expertly, smiling softly at the scared young girl. "We're gonna bring you somewhere else, somewhere here you can be with others like you, and we can learn more about your powers."

"I... I don't want to hurt anyone." Beatrix hugged her knees a little tighter.

"You won't." Director Hawke held up a pair of power-dampening cuffs.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Director Hawke smiled. Oh, this would be so easy. She summoned a small ball of her signature glowing red magic, pressing it against the glass so it floated over to Beatrix and exploded above her into a shower of sparkles. "See? I'm like you. Me and my friends help people like you, metahumans who get on the wrong side of the law. We can help reunite you with your siblings, or we can smuggle you across the border into Mexico or Canada."

"I- I want to see my siblings again." Beatrix looked up, hope practically written on her naive, idealistic young face.

"Then you will." Director Hawke said. "Come with me."

She pressed a button on the wall, and the force field separating her from Beatrix fell. Beatrix stood up, walking towards Hawke.

"You'll have to wear these, for now." Director Hawke clicked the cuffs around Beatrix's wrists, cutting her off from her powers. "Just a precaution, so they don't know we're smuggling you out."

"Okay." Beatrix nodded bravely, following Director Hawke out. They passed the guard easily, then got into the elevator that would lead Beatrix to what she believed to be freedom. Foolish, naive deviant. Soon, she would learn her lesson, for desecrating the magics that the Hawke family had practiced for generations.

Once they entered the elevator, Director Hawke shadow-traveled, dragging Beatrix with her, to a parking garage far from the facility.

"Pietro, now!" Director Hawke shoved Beatrix to the man, who put a black bag over the girl's head, then pulled a baton from his belt, repeatedly beating her over the head until she collapsed.

"Put her in the van. Take her to the facility. I'll meet you there."

After mind-wiping the guard and forging a record of Beatrix's death, Director Hawke again transported herself offsite, this time to a mysterious underground lab, which was on the grounds of a condemned, abandoned hospital.

"Lydia Hawke." Pietro grinned, greeting her. "Good to see you. And what kind of surprise have you brought us this time?"

"Can it, Pietro. Your whole 'mad scientist' schtick isn't funny, and it never will be."

Pietro drooped. "Seriously though. What's her deal? I thought we usually don't bring in kids."

"We don't. She's a ward of the state. No family, except for two younger siblings, both under the age of ten." Director Hawke examined her nails. "No one's coming for her. And the best part? She's one of those- what do you stupid kids call them- oh, right. She's a Bloodbender."

"That's going to bring us a fortune." Pietro smiled, mind occupied with stacks of cash.

"I know. She's perfect." Director Hawke. "Where is she?"

"Room 63." Pietro replied. "Follow me."

Pietro led her down the hall, to a completely dark room. From outside, Hawke could hear thrashing, and screaming.

"Where am I? Somebody help me! Please, I want to go home!" Beatrix sobbed from inside. "I just want to go home!"

"Is she still dampened?" Director Hawke raised an eyebrow. Pietro nodded.

"Doc's already in there. He's in the other room, setting everything up."

Director Hawke opened the door, turning on the light. Beatrix winced, pupils contracting from the sudden influx of light.

"You! You brought me here! Why?"

Director Hawke smiled. "You and your kind are an affront to magic. My kind has to work for our abilities, while you were handed them on a silver platter. Do you understand how insulting that is? That we toil constantly to hone our skills, while yours were granted by a single man with too much hubris? We'll be glad when you're dead. Until then? You're going to be our little cash cow."

"What do you mean?" Beatrix asked hesitantly.

"It's simple- your DNA." Director Hawke replied. "We're going to find what makes you tick, rip it out, and sell it to the masses."

"Please... I just want to see my siblings again. I don't want to be here. Please." Beatrix pleaded.

Director Hawke cocked her head. "No. And don't think I don't know about your siblings. Eloise Gray, age six, and Brennan Gray, age four. If you want being impoverished to be their biggest worry, you'll do exactly what I say."

"Please- don't hurt them." Beatrix implored.

"If you try to escape, or hurt anyone here, accidentally or on purpose, there will be hell to pay, and they will pay it." Hawke pushed Beatrix's chin up, "Do you understand?"

Beatrix nodded. "I understand."

"Doctor." Hawke beckoned to the man standing in the doorway. "Are you ready?"

"I am." He held a tray with three syringes, walking over to Beatrix. "This first one will stimulate your pain receptors, in order to create an adrenaline response. The second one will help to make your DNA more malleable, so we can make more changes in the future. The third is a pheromonal lock, so you'll be unable to commit any violence against anyone in this facility."

"Please..." Beatrix looked up at the doctor, eyes pleading for mercy, but none was to be found. The doctor pressed the first needle to her arm, plunging the serum into her veins.

Almost immediately, Beatrix began screaming, thrashing against her restraints as her veins became tainted with the doctor's serum, turning a deep black color.

"Don't worry." The doctor said, taking a few steps back to observe his subject. "It will only get worse from here."

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Light's Corruption- Chapter IV

Pairing: The DarklingxAlina

Summary:With few friends at the Little Palace, Alina must work to win the favour of her fellow grisha and their commander, who makes her feel light headed every time she sees him.

After training in Os Alta for two years, the king grows tired of waiting and demands the Sun Summoner joins a western post near the Fjerdan border along with the rest of The Second Army to test her abilities.

Something happens. Suddenly, Alina wants blood to run down the rivers and those who stand in her and The Darkling’s way will be blinded by her light and swallowed by his shadows.

It won’t be pretty

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 4: golden butterfly, black rose

Alina woke up with a new purpose: to observe and listen.

She hastily threw the blankets and sheets off of her and put on her kefta as she realized she might be late for breakfast.

Running down the stairs, hair a mess, the Sun Summoner smiled and greeted everyone on her path.

Some replied. Others just stared oddly.

She entered the hall to find that, as usual, Marie and Nadia had left a seat empty between them. Alina gingerly took it.

"Good morning!"

They gave her smiles as they reciprocated the greeting.

"You're in a good mood today." Nadia noticed, taking her spoon.

"I slept like a baby." she lied. She hadn't gotten that much sleep -Genya must've gotten even less- but she felt good that day.

Just the day before, she had been able to summon on her own for the first time, and she had to stay positive if she wanted to accomplish her new mission.

She engaged more in the chatter with the grisha women that day, venturing so far as to reply with questions of her own to get to know them better.

"I didn't know you had a brother, Nadia." she said, genuinely surprised as they made their way to Botkin's stables.

The woman nodded with a half-annoyed, half-endearing smile.

"He's grisha too. A few years younger, so he's still at school. His name's Adrik."

"Is he a Squaller too?"

Nadia confirmed that he was, because of course, the little rat had to copy everything about his older sister.

Alina laughed at that.

"The little girl seems very happy for someone who's about to get into a fight?" were the words with which Botkin received her.

Alina fought back the need to recoil. The only time she had won so far had been against Zoya, …if one could consider that a win given what happened right after.

"Maybe I'll be lucky today." she beamed at him.

Botkin seemed almost surprised.

"Positivity is fine, little girl, but you need to focus during a fight. But first." he clapped his hands twice, immediately getting all the attention. "Run around the lake. Twice. The last one to get back here will help the stable hands for the rest of the day."

Alina really ran like never before that day.

Her side hurt, and she almost felt like she wasn't getting enough air; but after the first half, her legs didn't burn so much anymore, and she felt almost as good as she did when walking.

"Damn, Starkov." she turned her head to see that Michail, a heartrender with a hard-shaped face and kind, green eyes, was easily keeping up with her. "When did you get this fast?"

"Practice." she said, a little breathless but feeling nice with the cold air slapping against her face. "Besides, I really don't wanna end up in the stables."

He laughed at that.

"That makes two of us. I hate those animals."

Alina frowned. She just didn't wanna clean up their shit, but other than that, she could find nothing wrong with horses.

"Why?"

"Those long faces," he said, gesturing over his own. "they're scary."

"You're scared of horses?!" she asked, disbelieving.

"Why don't you yell it a little louder?" he asked, looking around at the disperse group, but he was smirking. They weren't at the front, but they weren't slagging at the back either.

"Sorry." she leaned in. "I'll keep your secret if you help me not to be the last."

"I don't think you need my help," he laughed. "but sure."

She got knocked down on her ass by a short Inferni woman with dark blonde hair, but Alina laughed it off, hiding her embarrassment, and stretched out a hand. The Inferni rose an eyebrow and then helped her up.

"Thanks." she told her, dusting off the back of her kefta.

"For kicking your ass?"

"Hey, I think I did learn a thing or two." she winked. "Next time I'll be ready."

"Oh, so you want a rematch?" the woman asked, amused, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"If you're up for it." Alina shrugged.

"Deal." they shook hands. "But it'll have to wait until we're done with him." she said, nodding towards Botkin, who was busy making rounds, watching the others. "I'm Natasha, by the way."

"Alina."

"Oh, I know. Everyone knows." she smiled once more before retreating to a small group of Inferni that had reunited by a corner.

As she passed by the lake in her usual route to Baghra's hut, Alina got startled by the damage she had done to the perfectly green grass. Gardeners were still at work getting rid of the black mass she had left in her path, going so far as to dig into the earth. They saw her passing and glanced up, some frightened, others definitely not amused.

"I am so sorry." she whispered frantically, before hurrying her steps.

"Don't let the heat out!" was all the greeting she got from the ancient woman.

Alina closed the door and hurried to the chair that awaited her. She was smiling.

"I don't think that will be a problem." she said, proud of herself.

She scoffed. "So I have heard. Show me." she said, hitting her in the arm with her cane.

"Ouch!"

With a nasty frown, Alina placed her palms in front of the others and called the light that she had rejected for so long. So eager to answer, her power rushed through and out of her, and she was almost puzzled by its intensity. She focused on keeping the orb small.

"Uh. Well, it took you long enough."

"A 'Congratulations' would be nice."

She got hit again. Her light wavered and then solidified again.

"Congratulations? What? Do you want a parade thrown in your honour as well? For what? Doing what you were supposed to do your entire life? Shut up and expand the orb. Make it encompass the entire place."

With deep breaths, both to concentrate and control her anger, Alina steadily expanded her light, making it fill the hut.

"Bend it to its shape."

Carefully, she tried to do as she was told.

"You were right, about being held back." she uttered as she tried to shape her light to blend in with the walls.

"I know." the woman said, petulant. "Now call it back and repeat until there is no effort to it."

Alina tried, and tried again, but as eager as her power was to explode, her body was eager for a long, long nap. There had been so much repression, so much denial for so many years, that it was as if the light wanted to just explode out of her body and consume it all.

It scared her a little, but she focused.

The Darkling had told her she was magnificent, Alina remembered, and he had made it sound like she was capable of anything.

The way his grey eyes shone with such intensity, like he wanted to engulf her into his arms and have her all to his own, the way in which his hand felt against hers, or how just even being next to him made her want to lean into and over him like a lazy, overly clingy cat.

She'd lay on top of him all day if she could.

Alina wondered what would've happened if Genya hadn't arrived at the moment she did. Would The Darkling had kissed her? What would his lips taste like? How would his beard feel against her skin? Just exactly how good was he with his tongue?

Alina blushed. The light flickered, as if excited at the mere idea of the man.

She had kissed a few people before, but him, there was something about him that told her that if he should kiss her only once, she'd spend the rest of her life running after the very same sensation and more.

"Dreaming about your dark prince again?"

She looked at Baghra.

"What?" looking around, she noticed that her light had expanded farther than the hut and she was glowing.

Alina snapped her hands, and everything was dark again. Her fingers tingled with power, her eyelids closed with exhaustion.

"I-I wasn't-" she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the new environment.

"Stupid, stupid girl. You need to focus on your task."

"I'd concentrate better if I wasn't being hit every five min-OUCH!"

"Do not make excuses with me. You are lazy, easily distracted, you do not know what you are getting yourse-"

"You know, for someone who's supposed to be such a great teacher, I've still got to see some actual teaching." Alina snapped. "All you do is yell at me, hit me and belittle me; yet one conversation with The General I can finally summon." the brunette spat, each word more angrier than the previous one. "So don't try to blame me for your shortcomings."

Baghra was silent, nostrils flaring. When it looked like she might raise her cane and hit Alina right in the head with it, she opened her thin lips instead:

"Out." she uttered, almost inaudible. "Out! And do not come back!"

"Gladly!"

Alina stood up and marched for the door, her steps almost as loud as the insults the old woman was throwing after her.

"Stupid girl! Unconscious! Just another pawn of his! You never learn! Lazy! Stupid! Blind!"

It was a good thing the old crone couldn't see the tears of frustration and shame in her eyes.

She was on her way back to the Little Palace, trying to decide if she should bathe or go to the library first.

Baghra’s words still rang in her head.

Maybe, if she was quick, really quick with her bath,...but then again, she was getting too used to such a luxury, that once in there it was quite difficult to leave unless the water turned cold.

But if she went to the library, she’d be there until the words blurred and her eyes burned.

On the other hand, there were other grisha in the library, and she couldn’t afford to walk in there smelling like-

"Alina?"

General Kirigan's smooth voice had her turning on her heels, hand still massaging the spot on her arm Baghra's cane had so harshly landed. She had managed to hold back the tears, but the woman's word still stung.

"Moi Soverennyi." She greeted but forgot to bow.

He looked at her arm.

"How was your lesson?"

"I spent months with her and nothing; five minutes with you and I can summon." She basically spat, still bitter at Baghra's harsh words. "I think that speaks for itself."

He smiled, almost.

"Give the old woman some credit. She is good at what she does."

"Terrorizing isn't teaching." she replied, and then, with her head high, added: "She didn't get me to summon."

"No." The Darkling agreed, taking a step towards her. All engulfed in his black cloak, he almost seemed to float. "You did it. It was all you." He said it with such reverence that her breath became shallow.

She didn't look away from his eyes. The storms swirling in there were magnetic. There was so much going on in there at the moment, yet it all sped up through those grey orbs so fast she couldn't make sense of it.

"Why don't you teach me?" The words slipped from her tongue before she could think better of it.

He rose an eyebrow, taking another predatory step towards her.

"I serve the King. I run an entire army. I do not have the time to train everyone personally, nor would I want anyone to think they are favoured above others."

He was so close to her now, she had to crane her neck to look up.

"You once said there was no one else like us; who could be a better teacher?"

In truth, she also wanted to see him more often. Glimpses as he passed through the Little Palace or left Os Alta, and the occasional conversation weren't enough for her.

"You flatter me, Miss Starkov."

"I only state my opinion." she took a step, shortening the distance, like he was a magnet calling for her.

Mirth shone in his eyes. It made her smile.

"I will be going away for a few weeks." At this, her smile fell, and his formed as he tilted her chin up with his gloved fingers.

Alina stared up into his eyes, dark with something.

"I'll miss you." She whispered, foolishly, without thought.

"Will you?" He asked, almost perplexed for a moment.

She found herself nodding.

"I know we don't get much chance to talk, but I like talking to you." She confessed, a knot in her throat. "You understand all,...this." she flickered her fingers and a tiny orb of light formed above her hand.

His eyes followed suit, almost fascinated, like he still couldn't quite believe her power was real. And when he looked at her, it was like he couldn't believe she was real.

His hand rose and shadows swallowed her light. Alina watched them dance, entranced by his power, and noticed it taking shape.

"For you." The Darkling said, handing her a black rose, from the base of its steam to the very last petal. "To remember me by while I am gone."

Disbelieving, she reached out and gasped as she touched the shadow. There was a little bit of gold in there, her own power hidden within, shimmering weakly here and there.

"I don't have anything to give you." She said, lamenting.

He leaned down, his beard rough against her soft cheek.

"Trust me, Alina," he whispered, her name on his lips against her ear making her tremble. "I could not forget you if I tried."

There was the whisper of a kiss against her cheek that seemed to linger for the longest moment, …and then he was leaving, cloak flipping behind him as he left the sun Summoner holding onto a small piece of shadow and a piece of her heart gone with him.

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Of Blood and Bonds - Chapter 4

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"Colin this is Marinette, my sister, Marinette this is Colin." Damian introduced the redhead who seemed a bit bewildered but he recovered quickly.

"Pleased to meet you ma'am. I didn't know that Damian had another sibling."

"Well neither did he before yesterday." Marinette laughed good-naturedly. "So you're his best friend."

"Yep!" Damian didn't refute the statement.

"So Miss Marinette where are you from?"

"Just Marinette is fine Colin."

"Bu-"

"Miss makes me feel old, you don't want that now, do you?" The boy looked scandalised. "I'm only about two years older than Damian anyways so if you want to call me by a nickname, that's fine too."

The boy grinned shyly. "Okay Marinette."

Damian looked distinctly surprised. "Well done, he still calls the others Mr, they are going to be annoyed by this development."

"Oh Damian." Marinette turned on her heels and winked at them, eyes full of mischief. "This is nothing. I got Alfred to call me by just my first name?"

Now, both boys looked very impressed but still disbelieving. "I'll believe it when I see it." The redhead claimed. Marinette laughed but said nothing more on the matter.

"So where are you bringing me?"

"The Gotham's Botanical Garden. I think you'll enjoy it. However, I must warn you to stay clear of anything that may anger Poison Ivy. "

She took it in stride. "Of course, I'll ask before I do anything."

"It'll be so fun. People don't talk about it because of Ivy but the gardens are so beautiful." Colin started ranting and Marinette hid a smile at the fond expression on her little brother's face. If one didn't know what to be looking for, they would miss it but Marinette had become very very attuned to emotions, especially after she gained the Miraculous and became Guardian.

"-attract so many different kinds of butterflies."

"Huh." Marinette mused. "It'll be nice seeing some actual butterflies and not akumas for once."

"You mentioned akumas before too." Damian interrupted. "What are they?"

She seemed a little surprised. "Do you - do you really have no idea of what's going on in Paris?"

Both of the boys shook their head. Even Colin looked curious now.

"It's pretty surreal but, when I was twelve, this guy surfaced. He calls himself Hawkmoth. He sends out these magic butterflies called akumas to anyone who's experiencing any negative emotion to possess them. He makes a deal with the victims to give them powers for them to be able to take revenge upon whatever wrong happened to them and return he asks for the Miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"Who?" Colin interrupted and Marinette blinked. She had sounded so...old, so burdened as she spoke - so different from the bubbly macaroon making girl that Damian had learnt to know.

"Right, context. After his first akuma, two heroes surfaced in Paris too. They're powered by the Miraculous too. Hawkmoth wants Ladybug's earrings and Chat Noir's ring. No one knows why exactly and well we're not interested to find out. More power in that madman's hands can only cause harm."

"You mean to say." Damian's voice was flat. "That there has been a sociopathic terrorist in Paris for five years and no one knows of it. Why didn't the mayor call for the Justice League?"

Marinette's face darkened. It almost made both if the boys shudder and take a step back.

"Oh but we did. More than once, more than ten times in fact. We only stopped whenthe Leaguers asked us to stop wasting their time with pranks."

"What?" Damian exploded. "They just disregarded all the damage that must have been caused, all the phone calls. They didn't even look into it."

Marinette placed a hand in his shoulder, urging her aura to seek his and calm him down. "The thing is one of Ladybug's powers is the Miraculous Cure. It fixes all the damage caused in the midst of battle."

"All the damage?" Even Damian didn't seem to believe it at that point.

"I know it seems too good to be true." She fished out her phone and tried to look for a video. "And we understood that but everyone in Paris is pissed that they didn't even bother come verify our so called claims. I mean for God's sake, they have aliens, shapeshifters, magicians and even guys who are themselves powered by magical jewelry if I'm not wrong."

Marinette huffed as she found a video. It was one of the first ones from the Ladyblog, when Alya was still a reliable reporter. She played the video. It was of The Mime and it showed how he cut the Eiffel Tower in two as well as the Miraculous Cure taking effect.

The boys especially Damian seemed horrified and Marinette felt a little of guilt for subjecting them to that.

But then Damian looked up at her and his lazarus green eyes of reminded her that he probably had seen worse.

"That's…" He didn't seemed to know what to say.

"Terrifying." Colin said. "Are they all really that strong?" Marinette winced, debating whether to tell them the truth of not.

Damian seemed to sense that. "You can tell us." He prompted and she sighed, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"That's actually one of the tamer villians." She admitted. "The Mime appeared during the first year of Hawkmoth's reign of terror. One of the worst akumas back then that come to mind is Syren. She flooded the entirety of Paris, about three quarter of the population died and were brought back by the cure." She took another look at them and decided that she wasn't going to be the cause of their further trauma.

"Hey, this is it, right?" She promptly changed the subject, knowing very well that she hadn't been subtle at all. "Gotham Botanical Gardens." She beamed down at them.

"Wow, it's beautiful." She took a moment to appreciate the sight. "Hey you're right, there's a lot of butterflies. Can we go there first?" She was basically bouncing as she turned to look at her brother and his best friend.

Colin looked gleeful while Damian seemed just amused. "You act like a child." Her brother informed her. She stuck out her tongue at him. "And you speak like an old man but you don't see me complaining."

"Fair enough." He chuckled. "What are you waiting for? Let's go then."

He couldn't help the full-blown smile appearing on his face as both his sister and his best friend literally ran to the butterflies and started gushing together.

He started to make his way to them when someone appeared in front of him blocking his view. His usual scowl and glare were back on his face when he looked up. The boy seemed to recoil slightly at his look but it didn't deter him more that that.

"I don't know who you are." His tone clearly gave away that he felt like he was the one in power here. Damian cursed the time when he used to act like that. He had learnt that lesson the hard way - had learnt not to underestimate an enemy. "But you're gonna stay away from my princess. She doesn't need children like you around."

Damian took a second to analyze him. Blond Hair. Green eyes. He remembered reading those as Marinette's triggers during his research. He had to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out to his weapons.

"She can decide that for himself." He said instead and went to walk around him but the boy grabbed his shoulder.

The next thing he knew he was standing behind his sister. "Adrien." She cut in smoothly. "I didn't expect to see you here, especially not without your bodyguard." Damian could see that she was tense, her back muscles were coiled as if she was ready for a fight.

"Princess." He was beaming. "I snuck out." He said almost proudly. "We need to talk."

"Gotham isn't Paris." Her words seemed more like a warning rather than the facts they were which the blond idiot obviously didn't catch on. "And I want nothing to do with you, haven't for three years. I owe you nothing. Give up."

That was a clear dismissal if Damian knew one. "Princess you need to listen to me-" He reached out to grab her hand but was cut off.

The younger boy had seen her lurking but she hadn't seemed a threat so he didn't know whether he was thankful or not that she had jumped in.

Ivy spoke "The girl asked you to go away." Thankful, he finally decided.

The boy looked a little nervous - so he did have some braincells. "Ma'am, respectfully, this does not concern you." Well not enough it seemed.

"Oh well, respectfully." Her plants towered behind them. "I don't give a damn. Stay away from them."

The plants grabbed him and threw him just outside the park boundaries. It seemed a little tame for the likes of Ivy but then again she always did go softer for children even if they were brats.

Damian watched as the boy scrambled back to his feet and glared in their direction before he stomped off.

"Damian." His sister was clearly fretting over him, he would never admit it but it felt good, he felt loved. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"I'm alright, I'm alright. I told you, I can take care of myself."

She smiled, soft and relieved. "I don't doubt it but promise me if you see either him or Lila from yesterday, you need go the other way."

"Why?" He frowned. He had a doubt on blondie but what about that Lila girl?

"And by Lila, do you mean the sausage haired girl?"

His sister cracked a grin at that thought she was still serious. "Yeah her."

"Why?" He repeated and she became grim at once. "Because he's sick in the head and she's a psychopath so please, promise me." She met his eyes and really, faced to that did Damian have any other choice but to accept?

She beamed at him as Colin approached them. "That was so cool. Are you okay Dames?" He turned to talk to his best friend and gave him a once over before nodding.

"Thank you for stepping in." He heard his sister and turned around. Ivy may be one of the villains-turned-anti-hero but it didn't mean that people didn't need to be wary around her. What was Marinette thinking?

"Boys like him need to be taught a lesson before it's too late." Damian's mind immediately went to Harley's and Joker's relationship.

"I don't think a lesson would do him any kind of good at this point but thank you."

It was very apparent that her words made Ivy re-evaluate her.

The woman gave a nod. "Don't mention it." She said nothing else but didn't move away.

Marinette smiled. "By the way, I love that flower in your hair. That's a lily right?"

"Yes." She said slowly but the spark in her eye showed that she was now interested. "You know flowers?"

"I have a garden of my own." Marinette revealed. "I tried growing some lilies but they're no where as beautiful as this one." Marinette fished for her phone again and started showing her images. The older woman didn't say anything but Damian could see that she was interested and she seemed almost pleased.

Deeming it safe for now, he slowly turned to Colin who was staring at the scene with amazement.

"Colin." His friend turned to him wide-eyed, "Your sister is amazing."

He couldn't help but feel smug at the words. "Obviously." He said but then lowered his voice. "Tell me, how did she get to me so fast when she was watching butterflies with you."

Colin sobered up at that. "She was talking to me when suddenly she just snapped her head up to look at you. I think that's when the boy came. She told me to stay there and started walking towards you. The thing is when the guy touched you, she was about half-way there, I didn't register but the next thing I knew she was standing between you and the blond." He shook his head. "There's something about her…it's not necessarily bad but she's just...different…special."

"I know what you mean." Damian agreed.

"-and then she spoke with Poison Ivy for one hour straight about plants and gardening. Ivy even gave us a personal tour of the botanical gardens."

"Seriously? She usually takes forever to warm up to someone especially if the other sirens aren't with her."

"Marinette seems to be the exception." The youngest Wayne said as he but into another macaroon. Once again, he had been ambushed on his return home - this time however, it was only his brothers and that had demanded he tell them all about her.

His felt his phone vibrate and knew it was the message he was awaiting. "She's busy during the day." He informed his brothers. "But she invited us for dinner."

His brothers looked at each other and grinned. Tommorow looked promising.

#maribat #platonic daminette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #torture #mentions of rape #bamf marinette #badass marinette #bruce tries to be a good dad but he doesn't always succeed #lila salt #adrien salt

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evendeadlmthehero · 5 years ago

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The Five Year Promise: The Arrival (6/10)

Summary: Y/N Stark, a 20-year-old, makes a promise with Peter Parker, a 16-year-old, that if 5 years pass and and they both haven’t found love, they’d have their first date. Then the snap happens. Y/N is gone. Peter isn’t.

Warnings: Angst. Some swearing.

A/N: this is a short/filler chapter but you guys aren’t READY for part 7

Five Year Promise Masterlist

Based on Avengers: Endgame (2018)

It was quiet in the ship. Tony was sitting by himself, not accepting food, and giving it to Nebula and Peter. Peter also didn’t feel like eating, but on day 15 on the spaceship, his stomach had begged him to eat. His cheeks were sunken and his face had lost colour. Peter no longer grieved yet was in a state of numbness.

Thoughts kept racing in his mind. Is Aunt May okay? Is Ned fine? He couldn’t deal with another loss. Thanos had won. And he truly did leave a mark on the universe. A legacy. Peter snuggled up to nothing but his arms wrapped around himself.

Tony had saw this and whilst he was asleep, he had put his jacket on him. Both him and Peter were deprived of food, meaning more susceptibility to the cold of the endless space. Nebula however was part robot, and although she was starving, her bionic side slightly eased the pain.

Everyday, Peter had nightmares of you. Sometimes it’s you turning into ash, sometimes it’s you turning into roaches and spiders. He woke up screaming, yet no sound would come out. Water had ran out, and his throat was too dry to produce sound.

On day 22 he had made a little video for his Aunt, in case he himself did not make it. He sat down, putting on his suit as he told Karen to record.

“Hey May,” he mumbled tiredly, rubbing his eyes. “It’s been 22 days. In the rare chance you get this, I’m sorry. I-I’m sorry you have to go through this again, i-if your still there. If you aren’t gone-“

He stopped himself, unable to finish that sentence. He then looked at his watch that you have given him, making bile rise up to his throat as he was reminded of what had occurred almost a month ago.

1796 days and 2 hours, it had read. He then looked back into the recorder, letting a tear leave his eye. “She’s gone. Y/N, the girl I told you about. S-she- I couldn’t save her. She didn’t want to die. She told me she didn’t want to. She was scared. She was too young. She didn’t even get to graduate. I-I don’t think I will too. Water ran out days ago and I think I heard Mr. Stark say that oxygen will run out soon. M-May, please take care of yourself. I love you a lot and thank you for all that you’ve done. T-this world hasn’t been kind to you. A-and you deserve better.”

His hand shook as he ended to video. He then slept in the same position he was in, not really wanting to move. You were gone. And this time, the suit didn’t save you. He couldn’t save you. He tried to tell himself that Thanos is a menance, that it wasn’t his fault. But then a stupid voice told him he was so close to taking off the gauntlet, if only he was just that bit stronger.

His eyes started drooping down, begging him to sleep. Peter didn’t want to succumb to it. He was so exhausted, sick of being reminded of what had happened in the form of nightmares. He hated waking up in sweat, more dehydrated then before.

And Tony wasn’t any better. His mind was consumed with malicious thoughts towards himself. And how can he not? The worst pain for a parent is losing a child. Tony had to watch his slowly decay and disingrate into ash. He had kept some of your ash in a jar he had found in the ship. Kept it just in case you’d come back.

Your dad also didn’t want to leave you on that planet. He wanted to leave your ashes in Earth, right near his mother and father. You had to be close to your grandparents.

On day 23, your father and Peter had no energy left. Peter had his ribs sticking out of his skin and his cheekbones now more prominent then before. He could feel death closer then ever.

Nebula watched as she saw both your father and Peter drift off into what had looked like sleep, but was imminently death. She felt alone, cold as she realised she was truly going to be a left alone.

All hope was lost until a bright light came near the window, making Peter and Tony open their eyes. They saw a figure in the light, thinking it was you. It had looked like your powers. The lights then dimmed down and there she stood.

An unfamiliar face of hope donning a red and blue suit.

Natasha Romanoff ran into the field as she saw a spaceship coming down from the sky. It was held by a female, a glow circling around her. Her heart was beating against her chest, awaiting to see if you were alive or gone like the rest.

When the plan had landed, Tony was the first to get out of the ship. Steve had run towards him, holding him upright. Tony then looked at his old friend in sorrow and grief. “Couldn't stop him.”

“Neither could I,” Steve had spoke as he guided Tony down. Natasha kept watching, waiting to see you arrive. She saw movement, and realised it was the Peter kid she had seen during Germany. He looked in bad shape, skinnier than ever and blue bags under his eyes.

She watched as a blue female also walked out of the ship, when Rocket, a person who she’d made friends with in the recent weeks, ran out to greet her.

Natasha’s smile faltered for a secound, little hope now left that you might actually come out of the ship. But you didn’t. Her eyes welled up as she took a look at Tony who finally made his way towards her. “I l-lost her.”

Natasha let out a little breath as she shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she grabbed Tony’s shoulder. “Tony, we lost.”

“Is, uh?,” Tony struggles to ask about Pepper. He then sees the stressful blonde run up to him, embracing him.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” She gasped as she let out a sob, thinking that she lost him. She then moved back, her eyes looking for you. She then looked at Natasha, who was held by Steve to stop her from collapsing and then to Peter, who had sat down, not saying a word. “No, no, no, no, no.”

You were a simple girl, an infectious girl. You had a bubbly attitude, was fierce and determined. You were brave, heroic and a genius. And today, you were mourned.

In the Avengers Compound, the heroes sat in a living room area. Tony was sitting at a table, getting blood in order to heal. He hadn’t spoken since he got off the spaceship. He didn’t want to speak about the horrors he went through. And neither did Peter, who sat down without saying a word, also attached to a tube and a blood bag.

“It's been 23 days since Thanos came to Earth,” Rhodes spoke, the tone of his voice in complete tiredness. You were like his little niece. He had known you since you were born. He knew who your mother was, before she died giving birth to you. He knew how Tony was before and after you. He knew you since you were in diapers.

“World governments are in pieces,” Natasha’s voice wavers, too emotionally distressed to speak in her usual voice. “The parts that are still working are trying to take a census. And it looks like he did- he did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent, of all living creatures.”

“Where is he now?” Tony had asked, rubbing his bottom lip. “Where?”

“We don't know. He just opened a portal and walked through,” Steve had replied back, looking at the various images of those who vanished. Wanda, Sam and T’Challa. Then, a photo of you appeared, with a beaming smile. Peter quickly looked away playing with his fingers.

Tony swallowed the lump in his throat before looking at Thor, sitting on a bench and seemingly deep in thought. “What's wrong with him?”

“Oh, he's pissed,” Rocket spoke, making Tony look at him weirdly, not expecting him to speak. “He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but you know there's a lot of that's going around, ain't there?”

“Honestly, until this exact second, I thought you were a Build-A-Bear,” Tony replied back, looking at him curiously.

“Maybe I am,” Rocket had spoken to himself, as he too did not know what he was.

“We've been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep Space scans, and satellites, and we got nothing,” Steve spoke, before looking at your father. “Tony, you fought him-“

“Who told you that?” Your father asked harshly, looking at Steve with anger. “I didn't fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleecker Street Magician gave away the stone and my own daughter decayed right in front of me. That's what happened. There was no fight.”

“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?” Steve had asked him in his usual professional voice, angering Tony even more.

“I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision. I didn't wanna believe it. Thought I was dreaming. And then Y/N had the same vision too. You all told me that I was making her crazy, that I was planting ideas in her head-“

“Tony, I'm gonna need you to focus-“

“And I needed you! As in past tense. That trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?” Tony asked as he stands, pushing things off the table with a clatter. Everyone winces at the noise. “I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all youse!”

Tony goes for Steve. Rhodey quickly comes in front of him, trying to stop him. “Tony, Tony, Tony!”

“Alive and otherwise what we needed was a suit of armor around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not- that's what we needed!” He yelled at Steve, the frustration and betrayal of the passed years finally exploding.

“Well, that didn't work out, did it?” Steve had spoken back, trying to get Tony to calm down. But it looked like it had the opposite effect.

“I said, "we'd lose". You said, "We'll do that together too." And guess what, cap? We lost. And you weren't there. And now my own daughter is dead. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers! Right?” Tony had yelled, his hands swaying around and hitting everything.

“You made your point. Just sit down,” Rhodey had spoke, trying to help Tony from hurting himself.

“She's great, by the way. Has similar powers to Y/N. You guys do remember Y/N right?” He then looked at Carol who looked like she didn’t want to be apart of this argument. “We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules! I got nothing for you, cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

Steve looks affected by Tony's words. The old friends just gaze at each other. After a moment, Tony rips his Arc Reactor from his chest and shoves it into Steve's hand. “Here, take this. You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony falls to the ground, making everyone gather around him. He whispers “I’m fine,” before collapsing onto the ground.

“Bruce gave him a sedative. He's gonna probably be out for the rest of the day,” Rhodey told Peter who was sitting on the same couch for three hours now. “You okay man?”

Peter is snapped out of his stare before he gets up from the couch, taking the tube off his arm. “Yeah, I- I need to go check if May and Ned are fine.”

“Peter you need to recover first,” Rhodey yelled out at Peter’s retreating figure. Peter continued walking away, not listening to him. He walked outside the building and into the cool breeze. It was quiet, no sounds of birds or anything. He didn’t realise until now that Thanos really did take away half of the population.

It took a couple of days until Peter got home. No landlines were working, due to a national emergency. There was no cellphone reception because of fires and crashes. No trams, trains or buses were working, due to obvious reasons. Peter had to steal a bike and ride it back to his home.

Of course that only made him weaker. Shops and fast food outlets were abandoned, giving him a food source. It was a tough couple of days for Peter to get back home. But he had to see her. He had to see if his Aunt was okay.

His hand was shaking as he picked the key that was hidden under the mat. He held his breath as he unlocked the door of his house. The door let out a creak as it opened.

It took Peter a while before walking inside the apartment. He tried to prolong the process of finding out the truth. Delayed the inevitable. But he knew he had to at one point. So after letting out a breath, he finally stepped inside the apartment.

It was cold, wind blowing in from the half opened window. He then looked over at the kitchen, where a bunch of dishes were stacked on top of one another. He then looked at the living room and that’s when he saw it.

Ash all over the coach and floor. A broken mug and coffee stain on the carpet. It was true, you were gone.

Before Peter could mourn, he quickly ran out of the aparentment and to Ned’s house location. He passed many houses. Many old folk and children were lost, sleeping out on the streets and crying. It was a horrific scene, straight out of an apocalyptic movie. He even saw a one year old calling out for his mother.

He then caught a glimpse of the familiar house and ran in full speed towards the door, knocking. No one answered. Peter ran towards the windows, trying to find any sign of life. “Ned? Ned!”

He smashed down the window with his fist, his hand now bleeding. But he didn’t care, he had to find his friend. He looked around furiously, up and down the house. He checked and re-checked rooms, the backyard and front-yard. He then waited hours, days outside Ned’s home, hoping that he was just returning late from the trip.

But he never did.

Everyone was gone.

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kenmas-consoles · 5 years ago

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HAIKYUU!! CRUSH SERIES

(YAKU X READER) EDITION

(KUROO X READER) EDITION

(KENMA X READER) EDITION

"Thanks for walking me to school again Yakkun." (Y/n) said.

"It's no problem love, anything for our precious manager." he replied with a smile then proceeded to make his way to the back of the room to where his assigned seat was.

(Y/n) has always been grateful to have Yaku around because he was really really helpful and kind towards her. They've known eachother since they were first years, and met during the entrance ceremony and their friendship has been nothing but smooth sailing ahead since then.

Although their first encounter was absolutely by pure accident the boy however believed that it was nothing short of fate.

Yaku was on his way to the gymnasium for the opening ceremony, something all new first years must attend to commemorate the new school year, and he had found himself quite late. No, he didn't sleep in, in fact he had came in quite early. Although, coming in early meant that he had more time to explore the school, the young boy had missed track of time and as well as find himself lost in the ever enormous school.

He entered the gymnasium to see the batch's student representative up on stage giving his speech to the whole student body meaning he had already missed a third of the ceremony. A teacher who had noticed his presence ushered him to have a seat and listen in like all the other students. Seeing as there was an awful lot of first years this year there weren't really much vacant and unoccupied seats.

Save for one available seat that was by the middle row of students on the far left corner. He spared no time in walking over there and claiming the seat as he had no other option unless he wanted to stand for the whole ceremony.

As he had sat down, the person to his left had felt a presence and turned their head to face the boy who had took a seat next to them.

He swears the breathe he had was knocked off his lungs the first time he had laid eyes on her.

"The seat's not taken is it?", he had asked nervously.

The female shook her head as a no, somewhat amused he came in late for this kind of thing.

the (h/c)-ette female looked him in the eye and said to him, "They say it's bad luck to be late for opening ceremonies.", then giggling quite a bit.

And Yaku has never seen someone as pretty as you were that day.

Another thing he considered as fate was ending up in the same class as you. What were the odds, the cutie he met during the entrance ceremony was going to be his classmate, luck was definitely on his side.

He remembered it like it was only yesterday, Yaku hadn't caught your name during your exchange from the entrance ceremony and you were quick to vanish into the crowd of students right when the ceremony had ended. He made his way to the bulletin where he would see his name posted to determine which class he was in, class 1-5.

When he entered the door it felt like a rush of fresh air had hit him as he saw your glowing figure talking to one of your classmates.

After a month or so It would be a lie to say he hadn't grown very fond of her as he risked asking her to join the Nekoma boy's volleyball team as a manager, to which the latter had agreed which surprised the boy to no end.

★彡★彡★彡

The first two periods had ended so it was free period. Kuroo, Kai, Fujiwara and Nakamura and a couple of his other classroom squad were assembling at the back as they pushed tables together.

Yaku was going to come over them when (Y/n) asked if he wanted anything from the cafeteria since she and her friends were spending free period there. He shook his head and exchanged a few 'see-you-laters'

As (Y/n) and her friends left the room his friends in the back woof whistled and whooped. Nakamura, a sandy blonde haired boy was laughing his ass of and dragged Yaku to the group of boys.

"You sure you and (L/n)-san aren't dating?"

"No, and you very well know that, so why do you even ask?"

"I dunno, it's just. . . It looks like it though." the boy said inbetween fits of laughter as he and Kuroo imitate the exchange the two had earlier.

"I'm just being nice and we're friends so. . ."

Nakamura and Kuroo shared a look before bursting out snorting.

"Pfft, nice?"

"Pfft, friends?"

"Why do I even bother with you guys?", Yaku sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

It's not like he was lying anyway, you two weren't dating and it was only fit that Yaku had to treat you like the angel you were because you guys had a strong relationship, well friendship but he rather much call it a relationship.

Yaku knows very well of his feelings for his (h/c) classmate and he wasn't exactly the type to keep his feelings to himself so he made it his mission to get the point across to you somehow. Yaku didn't want to rush you though that's why he never directly and outright told you he had liked you but third year was ending so soon that he couldn't help but feel like If you didn't know the feelings he had harboured for you he would have exploded.

So for the past few days he does what he sormally does, escort you to school, carries your books and walk you home after practice (sometimes slipping his hand into yours).

Except today he had found it quite odd when you told him last night that someone offered to walk you to school. Exactly, who was walking you to school, he didn't know, but when he walked inside class today his blood boiled.

There you were sat on your usual seat except the only thing he wished he didn't see was one of your male classmates leaning on the desk opposite to you very obviously flirting.

"Ohohoho looks like someone has got competition." Kuroo says as he passes to enter the room whilst Yaku was still idly standing by the door.

Yaku knew he had to step up his game.

★彡★彡★彡

The following day Yaku had walked you to school and sat by your desk the whole day in a somewhat territorial way almost to say 'back of she's mine'.

(Y/n) had found his recent behavior generally sweet and cute. Whether she knew how he felt or not it, it was driving him crazy. She was smiling, humming, allowing him to hold his hand without a care, it was almost like you were trying to test him.

This was his final gamble today, he heaved up a breath to sike himself up and carried the treats he was supposed to surprise you with.

(Y/n) was sitting next to (f/n) giggling about some story (f/n) had said.

Yaku then brushed past her table and placed a carton of strawberry yogurt and proceeded to the back along with his classroom friends. His friends were all cheering at the back and it brought a scarlet blush bloom on Yaku's face.

(F/n) had nudged (Y/n) with her elbow as Yaku once again passed and this time dropped a melon pan on her desk. This made the girl shyly bow her head down a little and smile while she teied to cover her now red ears.

Kuroo wolf whistled at the back which only worsened (Y/n)'s flustered state.

★彡★彡★彡

The day progressed quite slowly and Yaku although he didn't show it, felt like a nervous wreck.

Kuroo had suggested that Yaku and (Y/n) should head of to the gym first because he and Kai had to stay behind since they were on cleaning duty today.

The two wordlessly walked to the gym but (Y/n) had stopped grabbing onto Yaku's blazer sleeves.

"Yakkun, I just wanted to thank you for the snacks today."

"Ah, that? that's no problem." He replied scratching the back of his head.

"Well. . . I really appreciated it so," she leaned in and pecked the boy on his cheeks, "As a thank you."

She had said before skipping into the gym, leaving the boy frozen in his spot.

OMAKE:

"Oi, YAKU YOU'RE BLOCKING THE WAY."

Kuroo had yelled out as he and Kai saw a frozen Yaku infront of the gym doors.

"I think he's finally cracked." Kai said.

"Ah, young love."

"Kuroo, you aren't any older. . ."

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 5 years ago

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The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Nine

Thomas and Minho both kept me talking so I'd stay awake. The ride hadn’t seemed as long as it actually was but when we got to the mountain pass Jorge slowed the truck to a stop. In front of us looked to be a bunch of old abandoned vehicles blocking the road. We all got out of the truck. I stumbled a bit but Minho caught me then kept a hold on me.

"Well, I guess we're on foot," Jorge said.

We started walking slowly up the road. Minho kept his arm tightly around my waist as I tried to keep myself steady. My vision was blurring making my head swim even more than it already was. A few of the guys were checking the cars as we walked past them. We were around the middle of the abandoned cars when shots rang out making us all dive for cover. I fell against a car between Minho and Newt. A minute passed as we all listened for more gunfire.

"Is everyone ok up there?" Thomas shouted.

"We're fine!" Teresa shouted back to him.

"Anyone know where those bloody shots came from?" Newt questioned loudly.

I could feel my breathing waver. It was like my heart was trying to beat faster but my body wasn’t letting it. I saw Thomas peek over the car he was hiding behind then more shots rang out as he dived back down.

"Minho" I whispered feeling myself falling into unconsciousness.

My chest grew heavier making it harder to breathe.

"No, Emi, you gotta hang on. We're almost there." Minho said frantically as he held my face in his hands.

"Emi" Newt said.

"Everybody get set to sprint back to the truck and hold your ears!" Jorge shouted.

"I can't" I panted as I shook my head.

"Drop it" I heard a girl command.

I looked up to see two young girls with a cloth over their faces. They were both holding a gun and pointing it down at the place Thomas and Jorge were hiding.

"Now! I said drop it! On your feet, let's go. Let's go!" The dark-haired girl shouted.

Jorge and Thomas got to their feet with their hands raised.

"Move! Back up!" The dark-haired girl shouted again.

As Thomas and Jorge moved backward towards us the girl pointed her gun at Minho, Newt, and myself.

"You three over here now! Don't be stupid." She ordered.

Newt and Minho both helped me to my feet. Minho took over holding me once I was righted.

"Slowly," the blonde girl said as she pointed her gun at the rest of the group that was joining us.

The dark-haired girl lowered her gun as she looked at us in confusion.

"Aris?" She questioned.

We all turned to look at the small boy. He stepped forward towards the girl.

"Oh my God, Harriet?" He questioned then quickly hugged the girl.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harriet asked him.

"Sonya," Aris said to the blonde girl then hugged her.

"Aris, you're lucky we didn't shoot you're dumbass." Sonya chuckled.

"What's happening?" Minho asked clearly confused.

"We were in the maze together," Aris said to our group.

Harriet turned then whistled loudly.

"We're clear guys come on out!" She shouted.

Several people with guns started appearing on top of the mountain around us.

"Thom-" I started to say but at that moment my body completely shut off.

All I remember is feeling myself falling then hearing my name being shouted by several different people.

When I finally came to I was laying on a cot in what looked like a tent. I sat up slowly to see Brenda laying on the cot next to me. Jorge was sitting in a chair between both our beds.

"Easy Emi" Jorge said.

"What happened?" I asked him.

He shared a look with Brenda who was now sitting up as well.

"You passed out on the mountain pass. Minho caught you then carried you with us all the way here to the Right Arm camp." Jorge explained.

"The Right Arm? We found them?" I asked him.

Jorge and Brenda both nodded.

"What happened to you?" I asked Brenda.

"I was bitten when Thomas and I were separated from the rest of you. The doctor here gave me some of Thomas' blood. She said it would slow the infection." Brenda explained.

"Shit" I breathed.

"Mary, the doctor, she stitched you up properly then gave you a shot of something. She said it would help you get back on your feet from the blood loss." Jorge told me.

I looked down for the first time noticing I was only in a tank top. My shoulder had been wrapped in a clean white bandage.

"There's some warmer clothes for you right there." Jorge pointed to the chair on the other side of my cot.

I slowly got to my feet. I pulled on the sweater and the coat they had left for me. I instantly felt warmer. Jorge dismissed himself to step outside. I sat back on the edge of my cot.

"Are you feeling alright?" I asked Brenda.

"I feel better than I did." She shrugged.

Jorge ran back inside quickly. The look on his face could only be explained as one of pure panic.

"Get up we need to go. Now!" He shouted.

Brenda and I scrambled to our feet then quickly followed Jorge out of the tent. The people in the camp were shouting as two helicopters approached in the distance. Jorge pulled both me and Brenda behind him as he ran threw the camp. He grabbed two guns. He threw one over his shoulder then tossed the other to Brenda. I found one as we ducked for cover. Only a second after we covered ourselves the helicopters were overhead and dropping explosives. They fell randomly exploding the moment they hit the ground. One of them fell right next to the tent the three of us had just been in. Thomas suddenly ran past us as he caught sight of the now burning tent.

"Emi! Brenda!" He shouted frantically.

Brenda jumped out then ran to him. She grabbed his arm turning him to face her.

"You dumbass" she shouted at him then pulled him behind her.

They ran back to Jorge and I. Thomas fell beside me instantly hugging me tightly to him.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Brenda asked him.

"We have to go, now, while we still have the chance," Jorge said quickly.

"I have to find the others," Thomas stated.

"No! No!" Jorge shouted as he grabbed Thomas to keep him from moving.

"Look, look, you can't help them," Jorge said pointing his finger.

Thomas and I followed his finger to see Minho, Fry, Newt, Harriet, and an older man on and around a truck in the midst of firing guns. As we watched several WCKD guards attacked them. One guard threw something then everyone on and around the truck was electrocuted.

"No!" I shouted trying to get to my feet.

Thomas pulled me back down. He wrapped his arms around me keeping me close to him.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing you can do for them. If we don't move now we won't be much better off." Jorge told us.

"You guys have to go right now and take Emi with you. Keep her safe." Thomas said pushing me towards Brenda.

"What?" Brenda and I asked in unison.

"I'm not leaving you Tommy," I told him sharply as I jerked out of Brenda's hold.

"They're not looking for you. You'll be safe but you have to go now." Thomas said as he looked between the three of us.

"Thomas" Brenda whispered.

"I can't leave without them," Thomas said.

"Neither can I!" I shouted at him.

"Good luck you two. Bren, we have to go come on. Come on." Jorge said as he pulled Brenda with him.

Thomas narrowed his eyes at me.

"You can scold me all you want but you're my brother and those guys are my family. You're all I have. I'm not going anywhere." I told him sternly.

He sighed as he looked down. A smile spread across his face making me look down too. Jorge left his backpack. As the guards rounded everyone up and sat them in rows on their knees Thomas dug threw the bag until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out two small items. I took the slightly bigger one from him to look at.

"Careful Emi that's a bomb." He told me quietly.

He tried to take it from me but I pulled it away from him.

"Are you gonna blow them up?" I asked him.

"All of us if I have to." He said sternly.

I looked at him in shock for a moment before understanding what he meant. I was with him no matter what his plan was.

"I'll keep the bomb. You keep the detonator." I said as I stuffed the thing in my coat.

Thomas started to retort but Janson's loud voice grabbed both of our attentions.

"Where's Thomas and his sister?" Janson questioned loudly.

Thomas stood and I followed him without question.

"Right here" Thomas shouted as he raised his hands.

I did the same as him. We were both grabbed then shoved forward to stand in front of Janson.

"Thomas" Janson said with a smile.

Janson punched Thomas roughly in the stomach making him double over.

"You bastard!" I shouted as I launched myself at him.

A guard was quick to grab me then throw me to the ground. Janson chuckled.

"Get them in line." He said then turned to whisper to another man.

We were both shoved onto our knees in line with the others. Thomas was next to Minho and I was next to Thomas.

"Why didn't you run?" Minho asked quietly.

"I'm tired of running," Thomas said simply.

A minute later a large aircraft was landing in the middle of the camp. Out of that aircraft came four more guards and Ava Paige. Ava and Janson had a quiet conversation before Janson turned to the guards.

"Let's go! Get them on!" Janson ordered.

The guards instantly started grabbing kids to take onto the aircraft.

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #fanfiction #gally #gally imagine #gally smut #gally x reader #the maze runner #the maze trials #tmr gally #original character #the trials of emi

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fuckyeahjonesy · 5 years ago

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LOVERS ON THE BACK SEAT (18+) - PART 2.

-Ben, we'll get caught! - you whispered, as you looked at the driver with a scared sight. There were people who found sneaky sex exciting, but you were too insecure for that. It just wasn't your cup of tea.

Ben laughed over your reaction, leaned towards you, and started kissing your neck gently, using it as a method to calm you down, but also to turn you on. As soon as you felt his lips on your skin, your body tingled, your heart started beating way faster. He slightly stuck out his tongue between his lips to give your neck longer and deeper kisses. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, and you also felt the warmth radiating from your belly button to your clit.

-And then what if? -he whispered shamelessly, gently stroking your hand.

-You can't wait until we get home, can you? -you gasped.

-Well, it depends... -he smirked- ... do you dare to touch it?

-Only if you really-really want... -you licked your mouth and you smiled at each other.

Ben pressed his lips together, slowly unzipped his pants, while looking at the driver. He pulled a bit down the front part of his boxer, so he could reach his cock easier.

-I can't believe, that we really do this...- you whispered bashful as you covered your mouth with your palm. And in the next second you wrapped your fingers around his thick dick, that pulsed intensively under your hand. His skin there was warm, tight, and incredibly hot.

You both looked at the driver, and turned back to each other. The way he stared at you left you speechless. His green eyes had that special sparkle, when Ben was turned on, and his eyes just gave you another wave of pleasure.

-Babe, I really want you now... -he whispered with a shaky voice, and as you started stroking his cock with your thumb gently, his chest was moving faster, and he spread his legs wider.

-I'm all yours, love... -you kissed his neck softly, held his cock tighter, and started moving your hand.

-Oh fuck...! -Ben moaned and tilted his head back with his eyes closed. He squeezed your thigh and breathed heavily as your hand moved faster. His knees were shaking and he needed to bite his lip to not be loud. Maybe it was the hardest part of it, because he really loved being passionate.

He opened his eyes, looking deeply into yours, kinda undressing you with them. He was getting closer to the big O, his shoulders were pressed against the seat.

You leaned closer to him, kissed him deeply, your tongues were starving for the taste of each other.

-10 more minutes, and we're there! -said the driver.

You both split in a second, like two scared birds. Ben quickly covered his hard cock with his sweater, and you crossed your arms on your lap, acting like you sat in this position during the whole journey. When you saw, that the driver didn't notice anything, you both sighed relieved, and slowly returned to each other.

-Babe... if you keep doing that, I'll cum. -he whispered lecherously, while you continued pleasing him with your hand.

-I have an idea how to help you with that... -you winked at him, looked at the driver, just to make sure he doesn't see you, and slowly leaned to his cock.

-Damn baby... -Ben moaned, as he felt your warm breath down there. He tried to remove your hair from your face, so he could see what you're doing. With your right hand you were massaging his balls softly, giving him a shivering sensation and an intense mind and body numbness. And then you slid your tongue gently around the top of his cock, exactly at his most sensitive spot, making him moan softly, and then started sucking it.

You really enjoyed hearing his reactions, his passionate moans, seeing is body driven by the deep euphoria.

But you had a better idea. Just when you saw him getting closer and closer to the edge, you suddenly stopped teasing him, straightened up, and sat a bit further, like you've finished with him for tonight.

-Hey... why did you...? -asked Ben with a confused tone, trying to figure out what's going on.

-Well, we're in the middle of the Dartfort street, sitting in a taxi, I guess it was enough fun for today... unless... -you smirked, as you saw Ben sitting there offended and helplessly horny. You started playing with your hair, patiently waiting for his reaction.

-Nahh, don't stop please, you were so good...

-I can be good at home too! -you kept acting bitchy, and seeing him getting pissed off really amused you.

-Please, I want to feel there your lips again... -Ben crawled closer to you, begging you with puppy eyes, touched your chin and tried to lift your face towards him, but you turned away.

-Benjamin, I said NO. -you crossed your arms over your chest and looked out of the window.

-You can't do this to me! -he busted out, and seriously started sounding mad and disappointed. You still ignored him.

-No.

-Please... -Ben sighed, looking at you confused. You turned back to him, and his puppy eyes made you incredibly weak. You grabbed his sweater, pulled him towards you and kissed him passionately, moaning tenderly between his lips.

-How does it feel to be teased like that? -you smirked.

-You little slut, you... -Ben laughed, and gently spanked your thigh.

You licked your lips just to make it more slippery and returned to his cock, ready to pleasure him again.

His legs started shaking, and as your lips were moving faster and deeper, the pleasure and sensitivity constantly increased, and came to the point of no return. He felt like his cock was a bottle of champagne, that's being shaked, and it will explode in a couple of seconds, leaving his whole body shaking, and sweating by the sweet satisfaction.

Ben squeezed your right hand and with the other one he pulled your hair gently. His soft, plump lips were slightly separated, his muscular chest was in a crazy rush, and his eyes were filled by the deepest love, as he watched you pleasuring him.

And then he closed his eyes, and held his breath, as he felt, that he's about to lose control all over his body. His muscles tightened, and you knew very well, it's the point, where the mind-blowing pleasure comes. You moved your lips even faster, deeper, your hand was caressing his balls, and in the next second he tilted back his head, moaned loudly and his lap started shaking crazily. He filled your mouth with his cum, and gasped loudly as the ecstasy sent shivers down to his spine, giving him a tickle feeling running from his balls to his penis. You swallowed it all, gently sucking and kissing the top of his pulsing dick, until the last drop of cum was cleaned off by your tongue.

-Is everything alright back there? -asked curiously the driver after hearing the weird noises.

-Uhm, yes! -you replied, wiping your mouth with your fingers.

Thanks God he still didn't notice anything!

You looked at Ben, who was sitting next to you with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, still dazed by the orgasm. He tried to breathe normally and return to reality after his heart pounding journey. His blond locks were wet at his forehead, and he still felt like the whole world is spinning around him.

He slowly opened his beautiful, green eyes, looking at you the way millions of girls are dreaming of to be looked at.

-You are seriously the best thing that has ever happened to me. -he whispered, while he caressed your face gently. His confession made you soft, giving you the feeling, that your heart is growing and beating much louder. Like it wanted to break through your ribs, just to get much closer to Ben's heart, so it could recognize his unique beating from millions. And when your heart learns the melody of the other one, from that moment it beats only for that precious soul until the last second of your life, pulsing blood to your whole body just to make you hold him tighter and never let him go.

-I love you. -you whispered him back, hugging him tight, inhaling deeply his spicy, masculine scent.

-I love you too! -he smiled and pressed his lips against yours, giving you a long and deep kiss, making your upper thighs quiver.

You could cuddle there with him forever, but Ben had another ideas.

He turned to the driver.

-How much time do we have left?

-Hmmm maybe around 5 minutes, it depends on the traffic!

-Great, thank you!

Ben turned to you, smirked. You knew exactly what he's planning to do.

-You can't do this in 5 minutes. -you teased him with an evil smile. Ben raised his eyebrows with an offended sight.

-Let's make a bet, baby: if I can't make you cum in 5 minutes, we'll continue fucking at home until both of us pass out. -he smiled at you, biting his lip excitedly.

-Alright, let's do it! -you laughed and kissed him deeply again. He didn't hesitate. His hand started stroking softly your inner thigh underneath your skirt, coming closer and closer to your panties...

#benhardy #benhardysmut #benjones #6underground #borhap #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut

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denqis · 5 years ago

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bruises ㅡ kaminari denki x reader

summary: the reader gets abused by her dad, whose quirk is mind-reading and who's utterly obsessed with keeping her only for herself.

warning: graphic discrisption of domestic violence and abuse ; cursing ; angst ; fluff

word count: 1622

"hey, y/n, wanna join us at the karaoke bar?"

mina shot you a smile, but it faded quickly, when you just walked past her, head down and earphones plugged in.

a sigh left the girls lips. what was wrong with you?

the whole class had gotten a lot closer ever since moving to the dorms, you noticed that too. you would love to join them, wherever really.

but you couldn't. your dad would have your head in no time if you wouldn't come home right after school.

he doesn't let you go anywhere, let alone move out of the flat.

t-10 minutes

"y/n, hey. wait up! whatcha listening to?"

you stopped in your tracks, kaminari suddenly appearing in front of you. you stared at the blonde, his golden eyes sparkling.

"who cares."

you retort, before quickly stepping away.

"i obviously do. i just asked. come on, loosen up a little. i'm your classmate not some random stranger."

his hand slowly lifted up, moving towards your ear.

your heart rate sped up, vision going blurry and dark.

"don't!"

you yelled out, arms flying up to shield your face.

you trembled, as his arm fell along with his smile.

"y/n.."

he breathed, catching a tiny glimpse of your bruised, scarred arms.

"i-i have to go."

t-7 minutes

you sped up, soon bursting into tears as you took a left, reaching your flat completely out of breath.

you wiped your tears and straightened your blazer, face wiped clean from emotions.

"you're late."

his empty voice called, your lock screen confirmed his statement.

t+3 minutes

"i-i'm sorry. i forgot something at school, so i had to go back."

you lied, feeling dizzy. you knew he'd know the truth in a few seconds. and that he would punish you, not for lying but for...

"you talked to a boy again, huh? how many times do i have to tell you?! are you that dense? no talking to boys, no wasting time, no sleeping around."

"i'm not-"

you couldn't even finish your sentence before his fist hit your cheek, a pulsating pain shooting through your whole skull. you could feel blood trickling down your face.

"shut up, i can almost smell his stench on you! you're a little slut aren't you? but with that bruised little face of yours no boy will want you. you know what to do."

he instructed, you nodded, before walking into the kitchen and getting out a mallet, letting it smash down onto your left arm. you were used to the pain by now, it didn't sting anymore.

"that's a good girl. and no stopping until i say so, got it?"

a lifeless nod followed his instruction.

'kaminari...'

your mind flew to his smile and eyes, his laugh that made even your darkest days brighter.

"think about this boy again and i'll make you pay. my little girl belongs to only me."

he took the mallet from your hands, turned you towards him and slapped you across your face, once, twice. after the sixth time you fell to the floor, shaking and spitting blood. the salty and metallic taste in your mouth making you sick.

"what was his name again? kaminari? how about we remind you of how much hurt he's caused you?"

"n-no. dad please. i'm sorry, i'll never think about him again. i'll be good, i promise."

blood, snot and tears ran down your face, but you knew it was no use.

"give me your arm. now."

you shakily lifted your limb, seeing the blade flash once, before penetrating your skin.

"be good at school. and don't even think about covering your arm. if you do, you'll regret it. since you were such a brat yesterday, you'll be home 5 minutes after class ends. understand?"

he knew you wouldn't be able to make it in 5 minutes. he didn't care. he also didn't care that you'd get scolded for not wearing your school blazer and he knew that the swelling, cuts and bruises from yesterday would cause worry.

"good morning class, y/n where is your blazer?"

aizawa asked, eyes piercing through you. the whole class turned to you, gasping at the way you looked. it wasn't unusual for you to have bruises, you had always just brushed them off as battle wounds from kickboxing. but today you looked extra beat up.

"i forgot it at home, i'm sorry."

you stood up and bowed, arms behind your back, showing the backs of forearms to the person behind you, who, unfortunately, was the denki kaminari himself.

the carved, bloody letters that spelled out his name on your arm made him feel sick to his stomach.

once you took your seat again, his hand laid down on your shoulder.

"y/n what's all this about?"

your head began spinning, his hand felt like fire on your body. you longed for his touch, but your whole mind and body ached from your dad's abuse.

"answer me, damn it!"

he suddenly yelped, voice full of desperation, turning all the attention on the two of you.

"y/n, please. answer me.. why? why did you-"

your head hung low, body shaking, tears streaming down your face. you were helpless. you wanted to tell him, hug him and confess just what you really felt, but you couldn't. your dad would kill you.

"fine, don't talk to me at all then. fucking weirdo."

it felt as though a dagger had pierced through your heart and was now being twisted around. the blurry veil in front of your eyes grew thicker and soon you couldn't see anything. your breathing grew erratic, as your constantly forcefully suppressed whimpers and sobs grew louder and louder. your mind was raging, your skull felt like it was going to explode.

"y/n, come with me."

aizawa spoke, as he helped you from your seat, supporting your body that was violently shaken by tremors.

"we're going to help you. we're going to get you out of there, okay? kaminari is just as worried as all of us, if not more."

you looked up at him, his heart sank. never had he seen such a broken soul.

"i'm so sorry. we let this go on for too long."

"my dad.. he will kill me. i love kaminari, i love him so much. he's the only reason i hold on, but now that he hates me, i don't have a reason to stay alive."

you finally spoke, voice quiet and coarse.

"your dad won't do shit, y/n! i'll kill him if he ever lays a single finger on you again."

your head turned to the classroom door, that stood open and showed everyone, faces warped in anger and sadness.

"t-thank you, bakugo.."

you mumbled, he wasn't there with them. of course he wasn't. why would he try and help a weirdo.

you tried to stand up, but your legs failed you. you felt weak and dizzy.

"mr. aizawa, i don't feel too well. i think-"

you had gone days without food, only water found its way into your system every now and again. even your quirk was severely affected.

you thought you saw his blonde hair appear before your face, but before you knew, everything went black.

"her cheek bone is broken, she has several bruises, cuts and scars all over her body, she's malnourished. god what did this man do to his own daughter? he should be locked up."

recovery girl's voice slowly seeped into your consciousness, along with a strong grip around your hand.

"i think she's waking up!"

your heart skipped a beat, the electrocardiogram attached to you exposing your true feelings. he was here, by your side.

"k-kami-"

you tried to speak, but he interrupted you immediately.

"it's denki to you."

your heavy lids lifted, feasting upon his face and smug grin, trying to cover up the deep worry in his eyes.

"denki.."

you were about to sit up, when he leaned down to your bandaged face.

"you know, i just changed my mind. i think i'd prefer you calling me your boyfriend."

your heart raced, was he being serious?

"woah there, calm down. your poor heart. so that's the effect i have on you, huh? good to know."

he giggled, before softly lifting his hand to your face.

"i won't hurt you, i promise."

he purred, before carefully caressing your face, the thumb on his other hand starting to draw circles onto the back of your hand.

"damn, i really wanna kiss you right about now."

that's when your dad's words echoed in your mind

you're a little slut ... with that bruised little face of yours no boy will want you ... how about we remind you of how much hurt he's caused you ...

he was wrong, denki wanted you, no matter what.

"you're crying again? stop it, i can't stand seeing you cry."

his fingers wiped your tears slowly and carefully as he smiled down at you.

"about that kiss.."

you began, his face lighting up, leaning in once again.

"i'll take it slow, don't worry."

"young kaminari! get out right now, the poor girl is close to a heart attack because of you. only i am allowed to kiss people in this room. now, go and next time you visit, bring her flowers, it looks so empty and cold in here without them."

recovery girl ushered the blonde out of the room, before turning to you.

"people who go through a lot, get to call dibs on the best men. that one's a keeper, you better prepare yourself to get spoilt rotten."

she laughed and returned to her work, leaving you a blushing mess, electrocardiograph about to explode.

#kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #bnha #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #deku midoriya #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kaminari x you #bakubro #bakusquad #mha hanta sero #sero hanta #mina ashido #oneshot #my hero academia ochako

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deadbydelight · 6 years ago

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Legion (Frank Morrison) x Reader: soulmate AU.

Someone requested it on wattpad so am going to try to deliver :D warning for some blood, violence and manipulation.

I am using this theme for the soulmate stuff: at age 18, you get your soulmate's name on your chest, written in their handwriting. When the two of you meet, the writing warms up a lot. After the first meeting, it just grow warmer when the two of you are near each other but it won't be as warm as the first meeting.

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Ormond.

It was a nice evening in Mount Ormond, snowflakes falling silently and the sky as grey as ever. The Legion was what we could say chilling in their small "basement quarter"

Usually it was on one of those calm day that Frank would order everyone to run around and wreck havoc in the small town... But this time he decided that they needed the rest. He was casually smoking a cigarette (stolen, mind you) while Joey was reading some comics (stolen too) and Susie was discussing with Julie, the two of them giggling from time to time.

Puffing out some smoke, he mindlessly scratched his neck, thinking about what they could do on their next "mission".

"Oh Frank, who is that?"

He stopped his thoughts instantly, his attention turning to the soft spoken voice of Susie. She wasn't really one to speak her mind so it was acutally surprising to hear her initiate a dialogue.

"Who?" He questionned back, raising an eyebrow at her question, Julie and Joey now curiously watching them.

"The name on your chest."

His eyes widened a bit at this but his whole face stayed put, doing his best to hide any feelings that his face might betray. He hadn't noticed his jacket had loosen up and that it was showing the first letter that were written on his chest. Of course Susie would be the one interested in those soulmates stories. She always was the naive one. He carelessly pulled the the left side of his jacket, showing off what was written on his left pec.

They all stared, Susie with longing and envy, Joey with disbelief and Julie with amusement. Seems like their opinions on the whole soulmate stuff differed greatly from one another.

"Have you met them ?" The pink haired girl asked, a smile forming on her face, showing her braces.

"No."

His voice was cutting. Not cold but clear as to show that he didn't really care about this whole story. Not anymore that is.

"Really ? Not even a tiny bit of warm?"

Now Frank was starting to be annoyed by Susie's insistance. He could understand that someone like her would be into soulmate stories but why was she satiating her curiosity with his own mark? Joey seemed to notice his change of mood and went in for a save.

"You know that soulmates rarely even meet each other right ?"

"Yeah Susie, let the men go they're not ready for a hopeless romantic like you!"

Julie snickered at her own comment as Susie's cheeks grew red. She quietly went back to where she had been, next to her best friend.

Frank took a much needed smoke of his almost finished cigarette, feeling strangely agitated. After one year of desperately looking for his soulmate, he just stopped caring all together. Yet his heart betrayed him, still hurt of the void that had took place in his chest. He stomped on his cigarette adding one more thing as he grabbed his mask:

"We're going out tonight."

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Entity's realm.

You were running. From what? Hell, you didn't even know. It felt like seconds ago you arrived in this... place? You had met another person that you remembered as Bill who sighed dramatically when he saw you, saying he had to deal with a "new one". You didn't know what that mean. He just told you that you were stuck in a sort of game in which you could get hurt at any moment. You had the time to have a very brief explication about generators needed to open the exit of this hellhole and then he yelled that you needed to run away as fast as possible because the two of you were being chased. Bill basically told you he was going to be a bait for you to get away.

Part of you was very moved by his act, the other half wish he didn't left you alone.

Now you were still running, your lungs hurt so much and your muscles were screaming in pain and you were simply running out of energy. What exactly was even chasing you? Was it some kind of monster ? A wild animal that went feral? You cried out as you felt a sudden burn in your chest, as if you were being marked with a red hot iron. As you ran it got warmer and warmer making you almost fall from the pain, but you kept running, scared of what was pursuing you, scared and-

"Agh!"

You had collided with someone so harshly that you fell on your bum, your pants getting wet as you landed on the snow that imediatly melted at the contact. You grunted, the pain and exhaustion hitting you all at once. Luckyly the burn in your chest had subsided, leaving a pleasant warmness that you couldn't exactly identify at the moment. When you came back to your senses you actually took note of the person you bumped into. He looked as lost as you, blinking at you and out of breath. He had a black jacket, his face actually quite attractive unexpectedly. His brown eyes were staring right back at you, taking in all the details of your own face. His hair was a light brown, looking even blond where the light was shining on it, short and well kept, the last detail you noticed was the tatoo on his neck.

"Well... hello?"

You jumped from your dreamy state, your cheeks warming up at the thought that yes, you were totally checking this guy out while you were supposedly being hunted.

"Sorry for bumping into you like that, I was... well running away, just like you."

He helped you getting up and you thanked him shily, your heart beating rapidly and this warmth in your chest, buzzing pleasantly, you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"You're new ?" He asked, "I've never seen you before."

You explained him your situation, he listened intently at everything you had to say. You felt so warm... and those eyes...

"Well it seems like you're indeed the newest addition... I'll make it simple for you. All the people stuck here, you included, have been chosen by the entity. I can't really explain you what it is... it basically created this whole world and it's aware of everything. Basically like a god... from time to time, four survivors like you and I are reunited in a sick game of cat and mouse. We're being hunted by a killer."

You gaped, completely horrified at the situation.

"So to get away we need to fix those generators right ?"

"Exactly! How did you know?"

"An old military guy named Bill told me about it. I think he literally saved my ass back there by distracting the killer..."

Now you felt bad that you actually left the guy alone against a killer... but you had no clue of what was going on...

"Hey, he'll be fine, I'm sure. Here let me show how to fix those."

You felt a pleasant tingle at the warmth of his hand holding yours. He did show you how to fix a generator even though you made it explode several times. He was so patient and sweet with you... and still this warmth in your chest... finally you started putting two and two together. What if he was..?

"Uh tell me..." you finally said, catching his attention off of the generator, "I don't think I have caught your name?"

"Oh right ! Sorry about that, I'm Frank M-"

"Morrison." You finished for him.

He stared at you, looking half surprised.

"So I wasn't the only one feeling it..."

You stared at one another once again, completely oblivious to the killer that might be looking for you at the moment.

"So we meet... and in a place like this, how peculiar!" You laughed, your eyes lighting up at the thought that you just met your soulmate.

He laughed with you, a small smile on his lips. It looked like he was admiring you so much right now. The noise of a generator being repaired rang and you suddenly remembered what you were doing.

"Let's finish this first and get away then alright?"

He nodded and you both got back to work. In no time the engine roared back to life and you beamed at Frank.

"We did it ! I think the exit is this way, let's go."

You began walking rapidly toward the source of light, Frank following closely. Or so you thought. You heard your name being called by his voice. You would have been happy to hear it if it wasn't for the... off tone he had. You curiously turn around to see him standing still near the generator. He had a mask on, all white with some disturbing features drawn on it. Was that blood smeared where his mouth should be? You froze as you saw the hunting knife in his right hand.

"Now let's see how fast you run, dear soulmate" he said in a sing song tone, apparently amused by your shocked expression.

And then it dawned on you. The killer was none other than him. You had been fooled and so devilisly so. Your heart throbbed painfully at the thought that... your soulmate was a crazy killer. You made a sudden u turn, dashing for the general direction of the exit. You heard him running right behind you, his breathing heavy with what seemed an insane excitement. He laughed at your poor attempt to run from him and pounced on you, making you both fall in the snow, his weight crushing you and preventing you from getting away. He got up and as soon as he did so, he grabbed you by the arm to forcefully roll you on your back.

You were terrified, tears rolling down your face and heart beating furiously in fear of dying right here right now. Your eyes were locked on his hunter knife and his bloody mask. You closed your eyes when he raised his weapon, expecting a brutal death... but it did not come. Instead he had started cutting the shirt under your jacket. You cried and whined, horrified at what he might do to you.

"Stop moving. I just want to see it."

You stood still, eyes wide as he literally cut a whole part of your shirt. There his name was. Written in his handwriting. He seemed hypnotized by it. His hand went to touch it, his fingertips feeling so cold on your sweaty skin. The writing reacted, heating up at his contact and making you tremble, this time you weren't sure if it was from fear only. After what felt like an eternity of him sort of molesting your chest, he abruptly stood up, watching you intently, his knife twirling expertly in his hand.

"Get up."

You did as you were told, too scared to consider disobeying him. He advanced toward you, his mask nearly inches from your own face, you could feel his breathing fanning over your own skin. He caressed your cheeks surprisingly soflty, drying some of your tears.

"You will run straight to the exit. We will meet again. You will NOT forget me. Understood?"

You nodded, terror preventing you from forming actual words. He seemed contempted about that for now as he chuckled. He lifted his mask, his oh so enchanting brown eyes staring right back at you.

"Don't forget that from now on, you're mine. "

You ran. Tears still rolling and heart hammering in your chest. You looked back one time, wondering if he was chasing you, but he was still there, not moving from his pot. He was waving, his knife still in hand. You knew for a fact that, as you ran to the exit, somehow you felt empty, the pleasant warm from being so close to your soulmate now fading as you ran as far away from him.

You knew for a fact that this wouldn't be your last encounter.

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Aaaaaa finally, I finished it! I just hope it's readable and not too ooc lol

#my writing #dbd x reader #legion dbd #dbd imagines #dead by daylight x reader #dead by delight #dead by daylight #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison #legion x reader #soulmate #soulmate AU #now I sleep cuz am dead

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