#y trying to rescue x only to find he's nothing like she knew him before...

[sparkycinnamon]

hahaha, you know how "x" is sometimes used as a variable for an unknown number in math?

what if...alphabet lore au where x is brainwashed into forgetting that he's a letter and into thinking that he's a variable instead?

[ikeuverse]

MR. FUNNY GUY — l.heeseung

PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader  GENRES: fluff, humor WC: 3.8k+

WARNINGS: a few swear words, mentions of alcohol. yeji, sunghoon's sister, is portrayed in this fic as being of age, because there is a part that insinuates that she has been drinking.

SYNOPSIS: why was it so important to heeseung that you laughed at his antics? you hadn't felt the need he had to make you smile, to be the reason for your smile. a ride home was all he needed to understand your motives and talk to you about them.

NOTES: this came to me as a totally random thought and made me want to write it, without pretension. yes, konon is written as jake's girlfriend just because i wanted something totally different, and i've never seen anyone put her as the girlfriend of any of the boys. idk, nothing special, hehehe. i hope you like it!

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Every group of friends consists of having outstanding personalities or a representative for each thing among them. Heeseung could be the personification of the funny kid.

He had always been in charge of making the best jokes and making everyone laugh ever since he met his friends at the end of high school and the beginning of university. With Heeseung around, it was as if there was no sadness at all.

Even his attitude was that of a big, awkward, funny guy, which gave him even more credit for his antics. 

Heeseung was responsible for making Jake stop crying when he got his first low grade in calculus at university. Not even his girlfriend was able to cheer him up, but Heeseung trying to prepare a smoothie and forgot to close the lid of the blender, causing all the fruit and mixtures to fly around the kitchen... Oh, that got a good laugh out of Jake. And a few curses from Jay, for sure.

Heeseung was also responsible for making Sunghoon and Yeji cry with laughter a week after their puppy went missing. She was crying and he said he would help his friends find her, even if their hopes were slim. Heeseung did find her, but that didn't stop him from coming back all wet and with mud all over his shorts because the dog had wandered into a garden and he ran with his life to rescue her. Telling that story out loud made it all worthwhile in the end.

What Heeseung never managed was to get many smiles out of you, Yeji's best friend. It wasn't as if you and she joined Sunghoon's group of friends very often, but when you did, you were the only one who stayed quietly in the corner of the room and didn't crack a smile when he made a joke.

At first, it didn't make much difference to him, not least because you only appeared occasionally and Heeseung only found out about you sometime later. Because you really were so quiet that you seemed almost invisible. But as time went by and Yeji attended more and more of the boys' meetings – even more so after she and you made friends with Jake's girlfriend – Heeseung didn't want to admit it, but he started to feel a bit insulted. 

Why weren't you laughing at his jokes? Why didn't you crack a single smile at his antics in front of his friends? You were supposed to hate him, in Heeseung's mind. That was the only explanation for why he never saw a single curved movement of your lips.

"Relax, man" Sunghoon said one night when the two of them were in the kitchen preparing the popcorn for the movie. "Yeji said that Y/n is like that, very closed," he took a larger bowl to pour the contents into, placing it next to another in case he needed a spare. "She took a while to open up to the girls, so maybe it's nothing personal."

So it would seem. Heeseung thought, rolling his eyes as he tried to forget about it and focus on the movie night they all had together.

A whole month passed and he tried not to focus on the thought that you didn't like him, because if that were the case, Heeseung would have gotten there first. He knew everyone there before you did, so if you didn't like him, you might as well not hang out with them anymore and just be friends with Yeji and Jake's girlfriend.

But no, that night what he wanted to happen happened. And without expecting much, without creating any expectations that you would smile at him.

"What are you three doing?" Sunghoon approached and ruffled Yeji's hair, hearing his little sister grumble and curse him for it. 

"Trying to make sushi at home" she huffed "But Konon's the only one who can, and she gives the hardest tasks to me and Y/n to do."

"Come on, I think we're doing fine," you said, avoiding looking at Konon because you knew she was laughing at the two of you.

You held up a hot roll you had just rolled, hoping it wouldn't fall out of your hand and spill all the rice. Your eyes met Sunghoon's and then looked at Heeseung, who was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"You're doing a great job," Sunghoon complimented.

"Yeah, long and crooked... Looks like Sunghoon" Heeseung pointed to the hotroll in his hand, and he almost shouted when he heard the sound of your laughter.

It wasn't possible what Heeseung's eyes were seeing at that moment. You. Laughing and then smiling at him... Did that really happen?

Sunghoon abruptly turned to Heeseung as if he was thinking the same thing. Of course, he and the boys were the only ones to hear Heeseung's lament that you never smiled at anything he did. But now it had just happened.

And he wasn't sure if he wanted to see it again, because strangely Heeseung's heart was pumping in a way that he wasn't happy about. Not to mention the fact that, apart from thinking about your smile and the sound of your laugh for weeks, the boy wasn't proud to say that he had dreamt about it.

Was it stupid to say that he had actually dreamed of your smile? Shit, that couldn't be possible.

"Heeseung!" Jake shouted to get his friend's attention, snapping his fingers in front of his face.

"Fuck, what a fright" Heeseung wriggled in his chair "What's wrong?"

"I've been calling you for about five minutes, what world were you in?"

"In the world where Y/n keeps smiling at him" Sunghoon hummed.

Fucking bastard... How did Sunghoon have to be so direct like that? All right, his friends knew and couldn't stand to hear Heeseung fantasize about it for weeks, but hearing it out loud from someone else made him feel like a bit of an idiot.

"In my defense, I'm still in shock about this" he tried to say, hearing Jay's laughter from across the room.

"Still? How long has it been... like, three weeks? A month?" he asked, already knowing the answer. If Heeseung were to count, it had been a month and a few days, because every month the girls tried to make a different food. And he distinctly remembers his skills – not unlike Konon's – in rolling the seaweed into sushi.

"Do you like her?" Jake sprawled further back on the sofa, almost throwing his legs over Heeseung's lap. Sunghoon was sitting on the floor staring at the TV while the movie was still playing.

"What? No" he said too quickly, regretting it the moment all the boys' eyes landed on him.

"Dude, you literally went to great lengths just to make her laugh for you" Jay got up from his chair to walk over to Sunghoon and sit down next to him on the floor.

"And when that happened, you didn't stop talking about it the whole time," Jake added.

"I said you could all make me stop talking—"

"We don't want to, it's cute" Sunghoon smiled "Besides I think it happened a few more times after sushi night."

"What?" it was Heeseung's turn to shout, startling Jake who was cursing at him quietly as he curled up on the sofa.

At that moment Heeseung was standing in the living room, pacing back and forth near the TV and watching his friends with mixed feelings. Jake was still recovering from his shock, Sunghoon was pressing his lips together, feeling guilty for saying it just then. While Jay held in his laughter and closed his eyes to wait for the conversation to unfold.

"You're just telling me about this now? Fuck Sunghoon, what do you mean?"

"Dude, I'm sorry" he said, "It's just that you got so excited about it that if I told you she smiled a few more times, you might explode."

"I'm exploding right now" from the coloring of his face, it could be possible.

What do you mean you smiled at Heeseung or something related to him and Sunghoon didn't say anything at all? Now he wanted to know, what was the occasion? Had he done something funny, said something at the wrong time, or made a joke? Or did you genuinely smile just because he was around? What had been the circumstance in which you smiled at him?

"All your gears are turning at the moment and I think it's my fault" Sunghoon got up from the floor, straightening his pants and then sighing, "But she smiled at times when you weren't looking."

"Why?"

"Look, I know your mind because I've lived with you for years, but I have no idea what she was thinking about it" Sunghoon's words had a unique effect on Heeseung. He was even more pensive.

"Yeah, he's right" Jake said.

"You too..." Heeseung then turned to Jay.

"Dude, we talked about this for hours and worked it out together," he defended himself, cringing when the other threatened to approach.

"Hey, calm down!" Sunghoon held him by the shoulders even though he knew his friend would do absolutely nothing to any of the three "Now that you know, you can do something about it."

"Yes, kill the three of you."

"Or talk to her and ask why" Jake shrugged and stood up, giving his best smile in response "Now how about we order something to eat? I'm starving."

"No, no more drinks for you today, young lady" Sunghoon snatched the glass from Yeji's hand, listening to his sister's protests even though she was already a little upset.

"But hey, we're celebrating" she tried to catch it, but to no avail, her older brother was taller and would surely use that to his advantage.

"Celebrating what? The loss of your liver?" Heeseung looked around at the number of glasses on the kitchen counter.

He sighed as he imagined that the owner of that house would have an extremely difficult time cleaning up, but his thoughts were soon cut loose by the sound of laughter that flooded the room. His body went still and his eyes widened at the sight of your standing in front of the kitchen door.

"Hey, Heeseung, you look like you've seen a haunting" you waved at him, smiling briefly and then turning your eyes back to the Park siblings.

"He just heard something" Sunghoon added.

Not knowing what it was, you didn't bother asking him and just walked into the kitchen where the three of them were still standing.

"What's going on?" you asked.

"Yeji's already drunk, so let's go home."

"But she's celebrating," you pouted "It's not every day you get an A in Professor Choi's class."

"The worst professor at that university" Yeji picked up a glass to raise and pretend to toast, then put it back on the counter.

"But you've had enough, so I think you'd better go home" he looked at his sister and then at you "Has Jake taken Konon yet?"

"They just got home, Jay told me as soon as I came into the kitchen" you looked around for something to drink "And you two, what are you doing here?"

Sunghoon had gone after Yeji before he left and Heeseung had been in charge of looking for you, so the two of them could take you home safe and sound. But he didn't want to say that out loud.

"We came after you two," Sunghoon replied.

"Okay, let's go" Yeji whined "I won't be able to finish my drink anyway."

"Not even if we just have one more beer? It'll be quick and—"

"Nope" Heeseung stood in front of you when you threatened to approach the fridge. Looking up thanks to his height, this was the closest he had come to you since you two met.

It might have been the effect of the drink or the moment itself, but he looked glistening and that had – strangely – made your heart flutter.

Blame the drink, blame the drink, please.

"Come on Y/n, these two dullards don't know what fun is" Yeji pushed past Heeseung, ignoring his protests as she grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out of the kitchen.

"That's it man, a few more moves and you two would be kissing in this kitchen" Sunghoon held Heeseung by the shoulders without missing an opportunity to tease him.

He acted on instinct to stand in front of you so that you wouldn't advance into the kitchen, right? He also ignored the distance between the two of you because he miscalculated his steps and Sunghoon was right to say how close you and Heeseung were. But those thoughts had to be pushed aside as quickly as possible.

And that happened when Jay's voice echoed in Heeseung's ears, standing next to his friend's car.

"Can you take Y/n home?" he asked. Heeseung didn't want to show his shock, but the orbs almost popping out in the expression that caught him off guard made Jay laugh right away "I've had a few drinks and I certainly won't be able to drive."

"But—"

"Take her and come back for me" Jay handed Heeseung the keys to his car.

"Why don't you just go along? I can drop you home later."

"Because I'm not finished here yet" Jay's lips protruded forward in a pout, he took a few steps away from Heeseung, nodding and smiling at his friend "And I don't want to witness anything pornographic in my car. Unless I'm the one doing it," he shouted the last part and Heeseung turned sharply in the direction you were with the Park siblings. 

He would have given anything at that moment for you to be so drunk that you hadn't heard any of the shit Jay had said so far.

"Where's Jongseong going?" Yeji asked when he saw the boy disappearing among some people in the garden of the house.

"He said he didn't finish whatever it is in there" Heeseung sighed "Come on Y/n, I'll take you home."

None of you missed the mischievous giggle that escaped from Yeji, soon to be joined by Sunghoon. Heeseung knew very well about his friend, but why did his little sister even seem to be complicit?

"Do you know where I live?" you asked so naturally that Heeseung had forgotten how serious you were whenever you were around him.

"No, but you can tell me while we go in Jay's car," he said, and you just agreed and let him guide you to the vehicle. Neither of you cared what the Park siblings said as you and Heeseung walked to Jay's car. He showed himself to be a tremendous gentleman by opening the door for you and checking that everything was okay until you buckled your seatbelt so he could close the door and turn the car around.

"Can we go?" he asked and you nodded, giving Heeseung the coordinates so he could get to your house.

For Heeseung, the silence was necessary while he reorganized his thoughts because, for the first time, he was in a place alone with you. That had never happened since the two of you met.

Now for you, the silence was agonizing because it made you think and observe. To think about how hard you'd tried to get away from that man next to you and to observe how well he drove. His hands firmly gripping the leather of the steering wheel, his long fingers drumming now and then when they stopped at a traffic light or how agile his hand was at holding the gearshift. You also found yourself swallowing when his hand accidentally hit your leg when changing gears. He wasn't doing it on purpose, you knew that, but it was inevitable not to smile quickly.

"We're here" he was the first to break the silence, indicating that he had followed your coordinates very well, and now the two of you were parked inside Jay's car and in front of your apartment complex.

You looked out of the window, a sigh escaping your lips as you looked back at the boy in the car sitting next to you.

"Thanks, Heeseung" you said sincerely, opening a smile when his eyes met yours. Heeseung smiled too, but he didn't look so happy about it. He seemed... Annoyed?

"Can I ask you something, Y/n?" he said just like that, not even bothering to respond to your thanks. But you didn't mind either, after all, your sobriety was starting to kick in, but even so, your alcohol-addled body made you more curious than usual.

"Anything," you said.

It took him a while to formulate that question, pondering whether he should really ask it or just let it go and get on with his life as if it didn't affect him. But it certainly did. Heeseung knew why he had dreamt it, he had to ask.

"Why haven't you ever smiled at me?" might seem like a silly question from the outside, or even sad if the person was as sentimental as Heeseung.

At first, your eyebrows drew together in surprise. But then everything relaxed and you unbuckled your belt to turn around and face the boy.

"What do you mean?"

Heeseung repeated your gesture a few seconds later, unbuckling his belt and turning to face you too.

"I mean, ever since we met you've never smiled at anything I've done," he shrugged, trying to sound firm in his words, not wanting to waver or show how ridiculous it might seem "Surely Yeji has already let it slip that I'm the clown of the group and, I don't know, you're the only person who's never given me a single smile."

"Does that bother you?"

No. He should answer, to appear tougher.

"Yes, a little" Heeseung didn't want to follow his thoughts, he wanted to act on the emotion of the moment "I thought you didn't like me or, at worst, thought I was so dull that you begged the girls to get away every time we met in a group."

He was being so honest with you, opening up so genuinely that you felt a little bad. Maybe your way of acting on everything you'd heard hadn't been nice, you might have been a bit extreme with it.

"I'm sorry" was all you managed to say, without knowing exactly why you were apologizing. Whether it was for your reaction or for never getting to Heeseung and wanting to get to know him.

"Why?" he asked.

You didn't want him to ask, so you wouldn't have to explain yourself, you'd get out of the car and drive away. But Heeseung's sparkling eyes seemed to call out to you every second, guiding you to him as if you belonged there, staring at him as the words came freely out of his mouth.

"We have a group of friends at college and certainly Yeji's brother and his friends are sometimes a topic," your gaze quickly shifted to the window behind Heeseung. Anything being more interesting than his eyes paying attention to you right now "I once commented that... Well..."

"Say, it's okay," he tried to encourage you and you looked back at him, could blame it on the drink if something got out of hand, and would say the next day that you didn't remember anything you were saying. Even though by then your sobriety had reached more than half of your body.

"I told I thought you were very handsome" you nibbled your lower lip and continued, not even giving Heeseung time to process the information "A friend of ours said that you were not only handsome but funny, but that was a danger."

"What? Why?" he tried to shake off the tingling feeling in his chest and his cheeks heating up at the confession. So you thought he was handsome from the start.

"Have you ever heard of the theory of the funny boy being a danger?" you crossed your arms and snorted when Heeseung denied it with a nod "He'll make you laugh so much, you'll laugh. Laugh and laugh until you're naked in his bed."

It was his turn to laugh, hiding his face with his hands and messing up his hair.

"Shut up, don't laugh," you groaned in frustration, uncrossing your arms and trying to push his hand away from your face. The contact was electrifying, even if it only lasted a few seconds. Heeseung uncovered his face and looked at you.

"So Yeji's friend said that about me, and you believed it?" Heeseung wanted to sound confident as he raised an eyebrow, even though, if he had to get out of that car, his legs would be as soft as jelly.

"Well..." a few seconds passed and you sighed, "I avoided contact so I wouldn't have to believe it. I don't know, preserve myself as much as possible since you seem to be well known at the university."

"So you didn't want to smile at me because you thought you'd end up in my bed?" Heeseung leaned forward a little, looking a little defiant. You leaned forward too, your hands resting on your lap.

"You make all the girls smile, what difference would it make if I smiled at you?"

Don't be so honest, Heeseung thought to himself, but it was already done when he launched into it.

"Maybe because your smile is beautiful and when that happened on sushi night, I ended up dreaming for a long time."

"What? Did you dream about my smile?" you almost shouted in the car.

"Too many questions for one night, don't you think?" Heeseung pretended to shake himself, looking for the car keys that he hadn't even taken out of the ignition. Turning on the air conditioning might be a good idea since neither of you made any mention of leaving.

"Too many confessions for one night" you leaned back in your seat.

"I think we're going to need a few more nights for you to tell me more" he also leaned back in his seat, but his head remained turned in your direction.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Would you?" he asked back, a stupid – but extremely beautiful – smile adorning his lips as he said again, "I want to prove that friend of yours completely wrong."

"I'd love that, then" to his surprise, asking you out had been completely light-hearted. He didn't feel like throwing up or running away, or even saying something silly, stuttering... Nothing. Heeseung was just himself as he watched you bend down to him and brush your lips against the corner of his.

From the way Heeseung's head was tilted, giving indications that he wasn't going to move, you purposely kissed him on the corner of the lips, pulling away before he made any risky moves.

"I'm waiting for a message from you so we can make an appointment, mr. funny guy."

You winked at him, watching as the tip of Heeseung's tongue traced the exact spot where your lips touched the corner of his. The smile never left him as he watched you open the door, wave, and close it to leave.

A smile had never left Lee Heeseung like that.

© ikeuverse, 2024. do not copy, translate or steal my stories.

[writingwithciara]

wanna be -nico hischier-

summary: knowing he can't be her first boyfriend, nico wants to be the first for everything else. but does y/n feel the same?

word count: 2.2k

pairings: nico hischier x reader

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"nico, i just don't understand what i did wrong this time." y/n's voice came out as strangled sobs through the speakers in nico's car.

"nothing. you did nothing wrong." nico assured her as he looked out the window. he slowed to a stop just outside y/n's apartment building and waited. "come down and we can go for a ride. i know that always cheers you up."

"i'll be down in a minute." she sniffled and grabbed her hoodie. she made sure to wipe her eyes, even though nico already knew she was crying.

nico waited by the passenger door for y/n and when he saw her, he helped her get in before going back to the driver's seat.

"so, where are we driving to?"

"out of town for a few nights, if that's okay with you."

"i don't have anything packed."

"don't you worry your pretty little head, sweetheart. i have an old practice jersey and some sweats you can borrow for the night. and i'll take you shopping in the morning." he glanced at her and smiled.

"okay." she let a smile creep onto her face. "so now that i know we're going out of town, where exactly are we going?"

"atlantic city." he smiled and handed her the aux cord. if there was anything he had learned over the past few years of knowing her, it was that when she was upset, she liked to pick the music.

"why atlantic city?"

"well i was already going to go there for a few days. in fact, i was almost out of town when you called me."

"oh. didn't mean to interrupt your fun." she sulked.

"nonsense. if anything, you being here made it fun. seriously, who goes to atlantic city alone?"

"guys who need to get laid, i guess." she glanced over at him. "wait, was that what you were planning?"

"what? no. don't be ridiculous." he chuckled, but y/n wasn't buying it. "okay fine. maybe i was hoping for it a little bit. but it wasn't my main goal."

"don't let me stop you from having your fun, then." she smiled and got more comfortable in her seat. "in fact, i think i might try to find someone too. god knows i could use it."

"what do you mean?"

"it means i'm a 24 year old virgin, nico. i've had like 2 boyfriends my entire life and only 1 freaking kiss. how pathetic is that?"

"i don't think it's pathetic at all."

"you don't have to be nice about it. i know it's weird."

"okay, maybe a little." he stopped at a light. "but weird is good. if everyone was normal, the world would be boring."

"oh how i love your never ending optimism." she turned slightly in her seat to face him. "thank you, by the way. you're the only person i know who would go out of their way to come rescue me, even if you had plans."

"priorities, dove." he reached for her hand and smiled a little to himself when she squeezed his in return.

the rest of the drive to atlantic city was mostly silent. but when nico got closer to the hotel, he broke the silence & scared y/n.

"so i know you told me you didn't want to spend another moment thinking about that asshole, but i can tell that he's on your mind right now and i want to know if there's anything i can do to make you forget about him."

"nico, you're sweet. really you are. but there's only one thing i need right now and that's to go soak in a tub for an hour."

"okay. hot tub or bathtub?"

"whatever one works. i would like some company though so i'm hoping there's a hot tub."

"it's atlantic city. i'm sure there is a hot tub. but if not, i booked a suite so the tub in the bathroom is about the size of a hot tub. we could just wear our swimsuits in there."

"oh crap. i don't have a swimsuit."

"then when we get to the hotel, i'll run a bath for you and while you're relaxing, i'll go down to the shop and pick one out for you."

"nico, you don't have to go through all this trouble for me."

"that's what friends are for, right? to cheer their other friends up?"

"you're right." she smiled and got out of the car when he parked. he grabbed his bag and looked at her.

"so, relaxing tonight and shopping tomorrow?"

"you bet." y/n waited for nico to check in and when he got the key, she followed him into the elevator.

"before i forget, there's a king size bed. you can have it. there's also a couch & for this trip, i will be sleeping there."

"nico, we have shared a bed before. an even smaller bed, might i add. so sharing a king should be a piece of cake."

"okay, fair point." nico chuckled. when the elevator opened up to their floor, nico let y/n exit first. he followed her to their room and he unlocked the door.

the room was way bigger than nico anticipated. he watched as y/n walked over to the balcony doors. she opened them and stepped outside.

"this is beautiful, nico." she breathed in the fresh air and nico admired the way her hair flowed in the breeze. he didn't want to admit it but he knew he was attracted to his best friend. always had been.

he just didn't want to say anything because he knew she wouldn't reciprocate the feelings.

he must've zoned out because before he knew it, y/n was waving her hand in his face. he chuckled and looked back out at the city.

"and he's back." she smiled and leaned against the railing beside him. "what were you thinking about?"

"the breathtaking view." he glanced over at her. "sorry about that, by the way."

"it's alright, neeks." y/n looked at him. "so, i noticed there was a hot tub. wanna go down and sit in it for a bit with me?"

"yeah, sure." nico pushed himself away from the railing and paused at the door. "we need to get you something to wear though."

"oh, right. i completely forgot about that." she scratched her arm. "maybe we should just stay in tonight then."

"are you sure?" he looked back at her and she nodded. "well, if that's what you want, i can still run that bath for you and you can relax in there for a bit."

"thank you, nico." y/n sat on the edge of the bed and waited as nico went into the bathroom and ran the bath water.

"hey y/n?"

"yeah?"

"rose blossom or lavender sugar?"

"rose blossom, i guess." she picked at her finger nails and waited until she heard the water turn off. nico walked out of the room and saw her picking at her fingers.

"you alright?" he asked calmly

"what?" she stood up and walked towards him. "yeah. i'm fine." she walked into the bathroom and started taking her clothes off.

"i'm gonna go down to the shop to see if i can find a swimsuit for you. are you good here by yourself?" nico asked through the closed door.

"yes. thank you nico." she smiled and leaned her head against the side of the tub.

30 minutes later, y/n was slowly drifting off to sleep but was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.

"you alright in there?"

"yeah. just relaxed and a little sleepy."

"why don't you get out of the tub and get into some comfy clothes? we can watch a movie and fall asleep."

"okay. i'll be out in a minute." she started climbing out of the tub and when she grabbed a towel, she realized she didn't have anything to change into. "um, nico?"

"yes, sweetheart?"

"i don't have anything to wear tonight."

"got my jersey and some sweats for you out here. want me to bring them to you?"

"yeah. just one second." she wrapped herself in the towel just in time for nico to open the door. he was holding the clothes in one hand and covering his eyes with the other. "thank you." y/n smiled as she took the clothes from nico. "i'll be out in a minute."

nico closed the door and went back to the bed. he flipped through netflix and found a movie he knew y/n loved. when she finally came out of the bathroom, nico tried his best to not stare at her but with the way his old practice jersey hung off her body, he couldn't help but admire her. he also found it a little funny that his sweatpants were incredibly loose on her and she had to hold them up as she climbed onto the bed. she struggled a little bit so nico held her arm to help.

"there you go." he chuckled when she wiggled herself under the blanket.

"oh, this is comfy." y/n pulled the blanket tighter, causing nico to laugh again.

"you look so adorable." nico tapped the edge of her nose and she glared over at him. her face immediately turned red and she tried to hide it.

"thank you."

"you're welcome." he turned back to the tv and pressed play.

sixteen candles

"oh, you remembered my favorite movie."

"of course i did." he smiled and opened his arms. he started second guessing his decision but when y/n made herself comfortable against him, he held her close.

as the movie played, y/n watched it intently but nico's attention stayed on her the entire time. he twirled some of her hair between his fingers and and with the other arm, he slowly stroked up and down her arm. she sighed with content and turned to look up at him.

"thank you for tonight, nico. i really needed to relax and let off some steam."

"hey. no problem. i love helping you. and if anyone deserves to let off some steam, it's you."

without warning, y/n leaned up and kissed him. but just as quickly as it started, it ended. she pulled away from him and put a little distance between them.

"oh my god. i am so sorry. i just got caught up in the moment and i just....i'm so sorry." she put her head in her hands and was not prepared for what came next.

nico gently picked her up and placed her on his lap. "you do not need to apologize, y/n. especially not for kissing me." he looked at her lips and chuckled lightly. "you're so effortlessly perfect."

"i'm really not." she hid her face with her hair and nico moved it out of the way.

"yes, you are. and i know the reason you don't believe it is because the 2 guys you dated before, and every other guy in your life made you feel that way. but it's true. you're so incredibly beautiful and you have the biggest heart of anyone i know. why nobody has realized this, is beyond my understanding. but if i have to spend the rest of my life trying to make you see how special you are, then i'll do that."

"really?"

"yeah." he whispered softly and looked up at her. before she could reject the idea, nico closed the gap between them and kissed her. it started slow and passionate but quickly escalated. intensity flowed between them as their tongues battled against each other.

y/n pulled away and swiftly removed the jersey from her body. when she noticed nico staring at her, she leaned back a little more. "i-is this okay with you?"

"of course. but only if you're comfortable with it."

"you're the only person i'm comfortable with." she leaned back in to kiss him passionately. nico's hands moved up and down her sides as she continued to press herself into him.

neither of them could believe what they were about to do, but it was obvious they both wanted it more than they've wanted anything else in their lives.

as they shed the rest of their clothes, the event that started off sweet and slow quickly turned passionate and intense. y/n may have had doubts about being a virgin at 24, but now she's glad she waited. to her, there was no one more perfect to lose it to than the man she trusted with her entire life.

after an intense hour, they collapsed on the bed. the breath leaving both of them at a rapid pace.

y/n turned to face nico and smiled. "wow. that was...perfect. thank you nico."

"if anything, i should be thanking you."

"really? why's that?"

"that was the best sex i've ever had. hard to believe it was your first time."

"r-really?" y/n couldn't help but blush at his comment. "you really know how to make a girl feel special."

"i love you." nico blurted out. "i always have and i think it's pretty obvious now."

"yes. i would say so." she giggled and kissed him softly. "in case it's not obvious enough at this point, i love you too."

"good." nico moved the hair from her face and smiled. "i'm going to take you on a real date when we get back home."

"looking forward to it." y/n climbed back on top of him and kissed him again. and again. and again.

to the both of them, the night couldn't get anymore perfect.

[callsigndragon]

Melt the ice | Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!Mitchell!reader (Penny and Mav's daughter. use of y/n and she has a nickname: Ice Queen)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: flirting, teasing, allusions to smut but nothing happens, use of pet names (pretty girl, princess), just Nat proving that she knows how to flirt better than anyone, and... implied rank kink

A/N: Listen I just... I just saw this gif and went feral, okay? that's it. enjoy this!

People called her Ice Queen. 

For Nat, she was just Penny's older daughter. 

Who also happened to be her boss's daughter. Mav, contrary to popular belief, wasn't a giant ogre who pushed every single possible suitor away from her. He knew that his daughter was capable of defending herself. She didn't need him to rescue her. 

Not that she needed to be rescued. 

Y/n worked as a waitress at the Hard Deck, and she was good at it. Always with a smile, she worked the night away, walking around the bar like it was her world and the rest of the mortals in there were just living in it. She had a routine: she worked her shift, and once it was over, she always sat on the same table, nursing a cold beer, while checking her phone and answering texts here and there. 

Having a routine meant that everyone and their mother knew where to find her. Nat had seen lots of aviators trying to flirt with her, and also watched them walk away after a crash and burn. She didn't seem to be interested in aviators. 

Or men, in general. 

But that was only Natasha's theory. 

There were only two aviators that hadn't tried their luck yet. 

Hangman and Phoenix. 

Hangman was a bit scared of the consequences if he ended up having a thing with Mav's daughter. He didn't want to be the object of Mav's wrath. 

Phoenix didn't know if y/n was into girls, and she didn't want to put her in an uncomfortable position. But the more she watched her, the more she knew that she needed to try her luck. At least once, before she regretted it. 

And tonight was the night. 

"Y/n," Hangman says while sitting next to you, his voice making you lift your eyes from your phone. "You look beautiful tonight."

"I'm wearing a white shirt and jeans, I've been working all afternoon, I'm sweaty as fuck, and I reek of alcohol from that drink I spilled earlier." You rant, dropping the phone on the table. "How does any of that make me look beautiful?" 

"It's your natural beauty, sweetheart," Jake smirks, winking at you. 

You lean over the table, getting close to him. Jake's eyes widen a bit in surprise, as if the abrupt proximity wasn't something he was expecting. "Hangman, hell will freeze before I get involved with someone like you." 

Jake sighs, scratching his eyebrow, and presses his lips into a thin line. "Message received loud and clear. Sorry to disturb you." 

You chuckle to yourself, watching him walk away with his pride hurt, and his head low. 

"Nothing?" Bob questions the pilot when he gets to the "Dagger table," as they call it. 

"Crash and burn, buddies. That girl is an Ice Queen." 

Natasha watches you, wondering how a nice girl like you doesn't get involved with any of these pilots. Well, he understands how you turned down guys like Jake. But you turned down Bob. Bob. The nicest guy to ever walk this earth. Maybe you're not into guys after all. But he has heard Mav and Penny talk about your ex and how much of a dick he was... Things aren't adding up. 

But one thing is clear. Natasha Trace is not going to leave the Hard Deck tonight before trying her luck with you. She’s been waiting and waiting for you to show a sign that maybe you’re into girls, too. But she can’t wait anymore. Not even a second. And if you don’t give her the answer she’s looking for, she’s going to have to find out herself.

Grabbing Mickey’s tequila shot, Natasha chugs it down in a second and gets up from her tool. 

"Woah, what was that for?" Mickey laughs, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Liquid courage." 

Bob frowns, and then he understands what she's meaning. "Oh my god, finally! Go get her." 

Nat grabs her beer, eyeing you up and down before looking at the other Daggers. "Be right back, guys. I'm gonna melt the ice." 

Jake and Rooster look at each other while Nat approaches the young Mitchell. "Fifty bucks says she doesn't get her." 

Rooster smirks, and nods. "She will get her. Just wait." 

"Do you know something we don't, Rooster?" Payback inquires, sitting on the stool that was previously occupied by Nat. 

"Natasha is smooth, guys. She's gonna make her swoon." 

"Hey, y/n," Nat says while sitting down. You look at her, smiling. 

"Hi, Nat. What brings you to my lonely and cold table?" You joke, sliding your phone into your pants. 

"Cold?"

You chuckle, sighing. "I hear what you all call me. Ice Queen." 

Nat shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “That’s what happens to a girl when she has a bit of criteria.” 

“Do you think I’m an Ice Queen, Natasha?” You ask her, twisting the beer in your hands. 

“Nah. You’re just surrounded by idiots,” she says before changing the topic. “Hey, do you want to go shopping with me this weekend? I’m tired of always hanging out with the guys.” 

You grin, delighted by the idea of going out with her. She’s really fun, and you haven’t had the occasion to meet her. “Yeah, sure! I don’t hang out with many girls around here either.” 

“Yeah, there’s not a lot. And most of them are either married or have kids, so they don’t have that much free time.” She stops talking when she watches you yawn, covering your mouth. “I’m sorry, am I boring you?” 

You shake your hand quickly, feeling bad. “No! No, of course not. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired, that’s all.” 

“Oh, right,” Nat smirks, leaning back on her chair and uncrossing her legs, making herself bigger. “It must be tiring to be as pretty as you are.” 

And right then and there, the Ice Queen herself melts down like a popsicle in mid July. “Oh dear, I’m not that pretty.” 

“Believe me. You’re breathtaking.” 

You press a hand to your cheek, afraid that she might notice how warm they feel. “Woah, Nat. Did you have too much to drink?” 

She shakes her head, licking her lips slowly, her eyes never darting from your own. “No, I just like to see you all shy and cute.”

Suddenly, you feel hot. Too hot. And not only that, but the way she’s looking at you makes you feel like you're the hottest person on this planet, rivaling one of those Victoria Secret angels. And maybe that’s why you decide to follow her little game. “You got me all shy and cute; what are you going to do about it?” 

She leans over the table, her fingertips brushing with yours, softly, tantalizingly, sending shivers straight down to your core. “I have a few ideas... but none of them I can put into practice here.” 

You swallow, feeling your breathing accelerate every time her fingertips touch your skin. It burns in the most delicious of ways, and you find yourself thinking how those strong hands might feel in other places. 

You mimic her movements, leaning over the table and being so close to her that you don’t need to raise your voice above a whisper for her to hear you. “W-why not?” 

The space between you two is so small that when she speaks, her nose touches yours. “I don’t think Penny would let me enter her bar again if she saw me finger-fucking her precious little girl.” 

The wanton moan you let out goes unnoticed by everyone thanks to the loud music and the talking of the other customers. “N-nat…” 

“Want me to get you out of here, pretty girl?” She offers, wanting your full consent before she takes you to her home. 

“Yes, Lieutenant.” You nod quickly, and Nat has to stop for a second before speaking again. 

“Call me that again, and I’ll give you anything you want.” She mumbles, getting a few dollars from her pocket and leaving them on the table. 

“I only want you, Lieutenant. I’ve been waiting for you all this time.” You confess, and you find in the way Nat smiles at you the promise of a night to remember. 

“Oh, princess… The things I’m gonna do with you.” She grabs your hand, leading you out of the bar, ignoring the loud cheers of her friends, Hangman's annoyed expression while he pays Rooster, and how Maverick and Penny look at you, winking. 

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[gingiesworld]

Family Ties (4/?)

Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf Fem Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @natashasilverfox @the-ox-fan20 @upsidedowndanvers @purpleturtletragedy

18+ MINORS DNI

Nat was nervous from the moment she had stepped in the car with Clint, deciding to use his truck since Tony never had any tech within the electricals. Not wanting to give him any means to stop their search.

"So, Y/N is settling in?" Clint asked as the two drove down the back roads.

"Yeah, she has Wanda, Steve and Vision with her." She told him.

"Why do we have to keep all of this hidden from Tony?" He asked her as she looked at him.

"Tony was the one who wanted her locked up again." She told him. "Saying that she is not to be trusted."

"You have seen what has happened to those agents Nat, those animals had ripped them to shreds." Clint reasoned.

"Y/N has been with us for over a week." Nat told him. "If she was going to turn on any of us, she would have done it already."

"I'm just being realistic, Nat." He told her as they approached the first stop on the search. "We don't know what could happen, even while you aren't there."

"I trust her." She told him firmly.

"You're being naive." He told her as she just moved forward, searching for any sign of the Selene clan. It felt like hours of walking in the woods, finding nothing until they saw a child, only around 12 years old, run away. "Put that away." She told Clint who had his bow ready to fire, before she followed the child. Soon stopping as she stood before a man, who towered over her.

"Who are you?" He boomed as Nat gave a small smile.

"I am Natasha Romanoff. I work with the Avengers." She told them. "We are searching for my friend, Y/N's family."

"Y/N?" The woman who stood beside him whispered.

"Who do you think we are?" He asked her as Nat sighed.

"I was hoping you were Y/N's family." She told them honestly. "We recently rescued her from a Hydra base, she had been there for over a decade and she wants to be reunited with her family."

"What is her family name?" He questioned.

"Her name is Y/N Selene." Nat told them confidently. His eyes softened as he heard her confirm the feeling he had, he felt that his daughter was still alive.

"She's alive. After all of this time." He whispered.

"She is, we can bring you to her." Nat told him as he shook his head no.

"We can't trust you." He told her. "Maybe you could bring her here to us."

"I can do that." She told him as he stepped towards her. "What's that?" She asked as he moved towards her with a bracelet.

"This is the family crest." He told her. "It warms up when it is in the presence of a Selene, because we have to move around a lot, it may help you locate us. It burns hotter when there is more than one of us."

"I don't think that's wise." Clint told Nat who shook her head.

"It's not painful." Aaron told him. "If it were, she would be in pain right now."

"He's right Clint." Nat told him. "It's kind of a pleasant feeling." He just nodded as Nat turned back to Aaron. "We will see you soon sir."

"Thank you." He told her with a smile before Nat and Clint walked the way they had come.

"How can you trust them?" Clint questioned.

"They are just trying to survive Clint. They have hope of seeing Y/N again and I want to make sure that she has her family." She told him. "But you haven't had to see what it is like to leave your family involuntarily, or not know if they are alive or dead." He just looked around, anywhere but her because he knew she had a point. He made sure that no one knew of their existence with the help of Fury, their existence even remained off of the SHIELD database.

"Come on Y/N." Steve begged her. "Just one match."

"No." Y/N told him as she took a break from the punching bag.

"I am a super soldier." He told her as she shook her head.

"Super soldier or not, I am a deadly being and." She started as he gave her an understanding nod. "I just can't lose control. Not here. Not now." She looked at her hands. "They made me do things. Agents who never followed orders, I was the punishment, the wolf me anyway. I would rip them to shreds, from the moment they would attack me and try to leave my cell. I just can't do that. Not any more."

"That's ok Y/N." He told her softly. "We can just stick to training with weights and jogging."

"Yeah." She nodded as he patted her shoulder.

"You're a good kid." He told her as they moved to the kitchen together. "After everything you have been through, you are still compassionate." Y/N nodded before she headed into Nat's room, getting ready to use the shower as Wanda burst in.

"Oh shit." Wanda squealed before she covered her eyes.

"What's up Wanda?" Y/N asked as she turned to Wanda.

"I was just going to ask if you wanted to help me cook dinner for everyone." She asked her shyly. "It's ok if you don't."

"It's not that, it's just I don't know how to cook." She told her honestly. "Being held captive for over a decade stops you from learning basic skills."

"I can teach you." Wanda told her excitedly. "I was going to cook chicken paprikash, it was a dish my mama always cooked when I was little."

"I'll be done soon." Y/N told her. "I can meet you in the kitchen." Wanda nodded with a smile before leaving the room, leaving Y/N to shower before joining her.

"So you're just going to tell Y/N." Clint asked Nat as she drove back to the compound.

"Yes." She told him.

"What if she leaves permanently?" He asked her. "What will you do?"

"I will be fine Clint." She told him. "I barely know her and she will be with her family where she belongs."

"Nat, I know there is more." He told her as she shook her head.

"Just drop it Clint." She snapped. "I know what you're insinuating, and I can't bring myself to be attached to her like that."

"It's ok to love her Nat." He told her. "I can see the way you look at her, how protective you are when you're around her."

"Just leave it." She snarled as he just nodded. She knew he was right but she just couldn't bring herself to think of the feelings she has right. She knows that Y/N wants to be with her family, regardless if it hurts her.

Wanda and Y/N stood side by side as she instructed Y/N on what she needed to do. Vision sat nearby listening to the two laugh together as they cooked.

"So now we just let it simmer." Wanda told her.

"That's it?" Y/N asked as Wanda nodded. "So what do we do now? Watch it?"

"No." Wanda laughed. "We can do whatever or clean up whatever mess we made. But we will have to stir it occasionally so it doesn't stick to the bottom of the pan."

"Ok." Y/N moved to start cleaning as Tony walked into the kitchen, he scoffed as he saw Y/N at the sink.

"You have the mutt cleaning for us now?" He asked Wanda and Vision who soon stood up from his seat.

"I am not a mutt." Y/N murmured as she kept her eyes on the dishes in the sink.

"Sure you're not." He sneered as Wanda moved closer to Y/N.

"Leave now Tony." She told him.

"Wanda." Vision tried to calm Wanda down as she approached Tony.

"Leave now or I will throw you through the wall." She snarled as Tony just laughed.

"Do it, you will just end up in a cell next to her." He smirked as Wanda's eyes started to glow.

"Tony, go home." Steve ordered from behind him. "Go and see Pepper, have a break from the tower."

"Seriously?" He scoffed as he turned to Steve. "You're protecting the mutt?"

"Tony, I suggest you walk out of here before I break your legs myself." Steve told him as Tony just shook his head, mumbling under his breath as he soon disappeared.

Wanda turned to Y/N who was mumbling that she wasn't a mutt, repeating as her eyes were closed.

"It's ok Y/N." Wanda spoke softly. "You're safe Y/N."

"Take her to Nat's room Wanda." Vision told her. "I'll finish dinner." Wanda nodded as Steve and Vision finished with the dinner. Wanda helped Y/N to Nat's room, sitting her on the edge of the bed.

"You're safe Y/N." Wanda told her, taking her hand in hers as she made sure that Y/N knew she wasn't alone.

"I'm not a mutt." She spoke barely above a whisper with tears in her eyes.

"You're not a mutt Y/N." Wanda told her firmly. "You are a strong woman and Tony doesn't have a clue what he's talking about."

"Thank you." Y/N whispered as she wiped her tears. "Do you think that I could stay here if they can't find my family?"

"Of course." Wanda told her. "You will always have a home here, whenever you need it." Wanda shuffled to the pillows, grabbing the remote as Y/N followed suit. "Now, let's watch a movie and we can get Vision to bring dinner and snacks up to us." Y/N smiled as Wanda put on She's the Man, enjoying watching a teen comedy just to forget about her troubles. Not realising that Nat and Clint were on their way back with the news she wanted to hear so badly.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! I hope you are well, can you do a Wednesday x fem reader

The reader is injured but but she hides it and doesn't tell Wednesday. The injury is pretty serious and when Wednesday finds out she's angry that the reader didn't tell her (basically because she's worried), angst with a happy ending :)

A/n: this is quite heavily divergent of the request but still I hope you like it. 🦦

You cursed as you stumbled out of the woods, taking the chance to gauge the cause of your incessant throbs of excruciating pain. The dread that encapsulated you as three rather large and quite deep gash marks that took up your entire left side stared back at you, bleeding periodically with your breathing. Earlier that day you had caught sight of Eugene being bullied by a werewolf named Brad; You course came to the poor boys rescue but in turn your row with the werewolf somehow lead you to the outskirts of Nevermore and into the neighbouring forest, where you gotten yourself grievously wounded by his claws.

You didn’t regret sticking your neck out for your little hummer buddy but you knew that Wednesday shouldn’t hear about this. Ever. Primarily for the reason that she would hunt Brad down, skin him and then use him as a pelt to be put outside her dormitory as a cautionary warning. Afterwards she would then proceed to scold you for your active stupidity and recklessness concerning your own health and well-being before dragging you off to the School’s medical facility. Instead of doing the most logical thing that was demanded of you in this sort of situation, you had decided in your delusional state that it would be best to keep your deadly encounter with Brad a secret until you were fully healed.

However due to having everything within your body hurt so badly to the point that walking even an inch more started to became a problem; On top of that you were so beyond the point of exhaustion and your perception of reality having became blurred as a result, your mind had yet to catch up to the fact that you had been slumped against some random shed for the past five minutes. You had even started to believe that you were on the precipice of death when a silhouette appeared before you, calling out your name, panicked. Unfortunately the rest of their words only came across as muffled or incoherent to you.

Making it near enough impossible to understand who it was speaking to you and what they were trying to say. Your breathing were ragged as though you had just completed a marathon and your situation was only made worse as your subconscious was fighting a loosing battle in remaining conscious and falling unconscious; However in the end your subconscious gave out and as your vision faded to black the only thing that left your lips before your eyes closed was, “don’t tell Wednesday.”

Xavier was having a late night in his shed when he heard something hit one of the walls of the shed outside. Curious, he wiped his hands clean of paint before venturing out in following where the sound came from only to come across your slumped figure. “Y/n?” He called but got no response, as he got closer to you and the clearer you became in his vision did he see that you were clutching your side, murmuring gibberish into the air. “Y/n.” Xavier called again though this time a little sharper but still received no response from you whatsoever which only made the pit in his stomach grow three times the size; Your eyes were distant as they stared off elsewhere whilst your breathing was ragged and raspy with exhaustion.

Seeing as how nothing was progressing, Xavier moved so that he was knelt in front of you when his breath hitched at the reason why your hand was clutched so adamantly to your side. Blood was seeping out from between your fingers, staining your clothes and your hands in an deep crimson colouring. “Y/n, what happened to you?” He asked, scared as all logical thinking was thrown out in favour of anxiety riddled panic; You were too far gone to answer him and given how sickly and ghastly you started to look with every passing second didn’t exactly help in making matters better for him either.

“Don’t tell Wednesday.” Was all you manage to said before being rendered unconscious, your hand slipping away from your side, resting limply on your lap to reveal the massive gash marks. Xavier felt sick and swore that if he were to look into a mirror, he’d probably looked pale on top of that. His mind was still running rampant on the what, when, who and how you got into this type of predicament to begin with and why you were so adamant in not telling Wednesday. She deserved to know but even if he did tell her, how was he meant to explain how you got those wounds without raising suspicion within her?

Xavier knew you were stubborn in reaching for help but this was borderline stupid of you. He was lucky enough to have been able to have found you when he had because had you been elsewhere, you most possibly would’ve been proclaimed dead by the next morning. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Xavier cautiously brought you into his arms before carrying you off to the nurses office in hopes for help and that he wasn’t too late.

When you came round it was already further within the day that there was no point in attending any classes you had scheduled. The school nurse had strictly told you the moment you regained consciousness that you were to remain in bed until you were fully rested as to prevent opening up your stitches. “Your extremely lucky to have been alive,” she said as she finished changing your bandages, making sure they weren’t too tight nor too loose for maximising your healing progression. “How did I get here?” You asked, voice rough with dryness, the nurse sighed, “Your friend, he carried you in his arms but he looked haunted whilst doing so, almost as though you had already died.”

You tried recalling events of the night before but nothing of value to the conversation came up when all you were met by was a dark canvas. Plus it hurt to think of anything about now without having a headache soon after; The last thing you remembered was the feeling of your back being pressed up against as hard, wooden structure. So it was safe for you to assume that Xavier was the one to have found you bleeding out, seeing as the only thing that laid beyond the school grounds besides the woods was the old abandoned shed. You hadn’t realised that Xavier had renovated the thing for his one usage but you thanked god that he did or else you still would’ve been slumped there right now. Dead.

Once the nurse had finished up her work you cautiously sneaked out of the bed of which you hand been occupying and out of the door, though not before taking the pain medication and stuffing it within your back pocket. It still hurt to move as your side would flare up but not as badly as it did last night; With your first course of action being to go visit Xavier and thank him for not letting you die because Wednesday would most certainly kill you for picking a fight with a werewolf had Eugene not already informed her of what happened. Seeing as the boy didn’t seem the type to being able to hold his tongue during torturous interrogations.

However it seemed as though life had other plans for you as you saw Wednesday down the desolate hall, watching as she stopped in her footsteps and looked in your direction before changing course and started walking towards you with intent, that you desperately hope wasn’t murderous, as you meekly smiled at her as she approached. “Hey Wednesday, I wasn’t feeling too well so I decided to pay the nurse a visit-“ your words were cut off in your throat when Wednesday pulled you back into the nurse office - which by now was empty- before uncharacteristically pulling you int her arms. She unfortunately made the mistake of brushing against your bandaged side as you immediately winced and sharply inhaled which didn’t go unnoticed by someone as observant as her.

“What’s wrong.” She asked monotone but with a slight hint of worry within her voice as her eyes began to scan your face for any crack within your expression. “What’s wrong? Nothings wrong, I’m just…surprised that you’d hug me somewhere that someone might walk in and catch us.” You replied, hoping that she would buy your silly lie but when you thought she did, she counter argued, “you flinched when I hugged you. You never flinch when I hug you. So tell me truthfully y/n, what’s wrong.” You winced again this time but this wasn’t pertaining to your wound but more so at the fact of being caught in your own white lie.

You hated spewing falsities to Wednesday but it was better then to look at her when she’d inevitably finds out that you were on death’s doorstep last night. “You’re right,” you sighed, “I don’t normally flinch when we hug but that’s when we’re in your dorm after school when Enid’s off doing whatever with Yoko and or Ajax.” You brought your hands to her shoulders, smiling at her softly through the pain when her hands pressed against your sides, trying your hardest not to wince away again. “I just don’t want be viewed as a weakness to you should someone should someone start spreading shit.” Wednesday seemed to still be a tad suspicious as she noticed the subtle changes in your expression whenever her hands came to your sides, more specifically your left side.

Testing this theory, she applied only the smallest of pressure and watched as you practically scampered out of her hold to grasp at your left side. “Fuck that hurts.” You cursed under your breath, peering down the head of your shirt to see if any stitches were out of place. Thankfully they weren’t but you’d be sure to double check with the nurse when she came back from the break room to be certain. “Your hurt, how?” Wednesday said matter of factly but you swore you could detect a hint of worry or hurt within her voice. You sighed and lifted your shirt to show her your heavily bandaged side, watching the shift of emotions within her eyes as she found herself almost transfixed and her jaw clenched with silent fury.

“I got into a fight with a werewolf last night, he caught me off guard and I payed the price in defending a friends honour.” You admitted, dropping the shirt as you moved to sit down on the lukewarm bed you awoke in this morning; intentionally skipping out the part where Xavier found you almost half dead outside his shed and how he had to carry your deadweight to the nurse. You looked down at the ground as you clasped your hands on your lap, “go ahead. Yell at me for lying to you.” You uttered softly, knowing that you were justified in being reprimanded for your actions.

“Lying to me is one thing but to lie to me about your injuries, thinking I wouldn’t find out sooner or later is delusional of you.” Wednesday snapped, feeling her eyes water at the fact that you could’ve possibly been in an even worse state then you were right now; You had gotten lucky but on her eyes parts of you might’ve already died that night. “How do you think you would feel had I pulled the same shit?” She asked rhetorically as she stepped closer to you, lifting your head by your chin so you could see her every reaction. You shrugged, feeling even shittier at the fact that all this could’ve been avoided had you placed an ounce of faith in her like she did you; However you weren’t certain that her faith in you will stay intact after an event like this.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, barely above a whisper and in a way that made your heart clench at how badly you must’ve scared her. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak at first with how your throat seemed to have clamped itself shut, making it difficult for you the swallow the guilt that ate away at you but in the end you managed. “I didn’t want you to worry about me. You already have enough on your plate with the monster lurking within the woods and the mystery behind you visions that I didn’t want to be another burden on your shoulders.” You told her, feeling tears well up in your own eyes as you looked at her. Your hands finding home at her waist, pulling her closer to you as you rested your head against her collarbone.

“I’m so fucking sorry for lying to you, Wednesday.” You whispered, not trusting your voice as it brims with even more emotion. “I understand if you never want to see me again nor speak to me again. I deserve it for betraying your trust. After all I’m a fuck up right? An idiot who can’t do anything right without hurting the people I love in the process. In my attempt to protect you…I was hurting you just as badly simultaneously.” You felt her sigh as she pulled herself away from you but before you could pull her back into you, she already had her arms thrown over your shoulders as she held you tightly against her whilst her head rested against your own. “Don’t ever do that again.” Wednesday said as tears streaked down her cheeks for the first time in a long time that they came flowing like an never ending river. “I can’t loose you. Never. I refuse to you leaving me.”

You didn’t felt the need to say anything as you held her just as tightly, closing your eyes as you basked in her embrace; uncaring of the fact that Xavier and Eugene were watching from the doorway with soft smiles, glad to see that you were alive and healthy, and content with the reassurance they felt in knowing that yours and Wednesday’s bond was still strong as ever.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Holding Out Hope.

Pairing: Newt x Fem!Reader

A/N: This takes place in the third movie, and the reader finds out, what potentially could happen to Newt.

“What, you’re afraid your little girlfriends gonna get hurt?” He stated rather then asked Thomas. “Hm? Because this has never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?”

What is going on?

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Thomas asked, with genuine confusion plastered on his face. “Teresa. She’s the only reason that Minho’s even missing in the first place.” Newt said, getting closer, and Thomas took cautious steps back, til he was almost up against the wall. “Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back. And what? You don’t want to because of her? Because deep down inside you still care about her, don’t you? Just admit it.”

Newt, what has gotten into you?

“Newt, I…” Thomas tried to reply, but Newt forced his back against the wall. “Don’t lie to me!” He exclaimed, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. And by the looks of Brenda, I’m not the only one whose frightened. “Don’t lie to me!”

“Newt!” I slowly move over to him trying to call him over, but he ignored me, sending death glares at Thomas. I move in close enough to put a hand on his shoulder. “Newt..”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” He exclaimed, letting go of Thomas, and points at me. If my heart wasn’t beating fast before, it sure was now. “You’re always so damn touchy. Leave me the hell alone!” He said, as I completely backed off and looked at the floor.

I don’t know what the reason was for his sudden outburst, but all it did was make me want to cave into myself, and just disappear. Him just now registering what he just said, he apologized to the both of us, and everyone in the room.

I nod, “It’s okay.” I said, really trying to convince myself, rather then I was him. It still didn’t stop the thoughts from flooding into my brain.

Was I being too clingy and touchy? Has he been keeping that too himself, all this time? Was he putting up with it, just so he didn’t hurt my feelings?

I was an over-thinker, always thinking about stuff, I did right or wrong. All the things, I could have done better or what I could have done instead, I was always like that, even before the Glade.

I also had a tendency to forget about my surroundings and the outside world, when I was nose deep in a good book, but I’m not reading and I sure as hell wasn’t born yesterday.

He’s infected.

I’ve know Newt for a little over a year now, so I’d be damned if I didn’t know him like I know my own name. He would never just yell at someone like that. And I know that once you’re infected, it makes you do things of that nature. As much I didn’t want to believe it, Newt was probably infected, and we aren’t doing a damn thing about it at the moment.

I was too busy, bouncing those thoughts in my head, to even notice he had left the room, and Thomas came up to me. “I’ll talk to him.” I nod, and as he turned to leave I stop him. “Thomas?” He turns, saying nothing, but that didn’t stop me from telling him. “Be gentle.” He looked down at ground for a little, before meeting my eyes again, sent a curt nod my way.

Whilst Thomas was talking with Newt, he found out that he had been infected, hence the reason as to why he had yelled at the two. “I’ll go tell (Y/N)..”

“Don’t. Don’t tell her. I have to be one to tell her.” He said, Thomas didn’t respond, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening. “I don’t know how. I don’t know when. But I will.”

He didn’t want to tell her, cause he knew how she’d react. After a year together in the Glade, for most of the time spent there they were friends, until Newt asked her out one day. He knew her like this back of his hand.

He knew, that’d she be both scared for him, and mad at him.

Scared, due to the fact that she was going to lose, not just her partner, but someone she called one of her best friends. Mad at him because he didn’t tell her sooner, and that they’re wasting time, when they should be getting him the cure. If there even was one.

I let out a sigh, that came out shakier then intended, but I still held my head up going over to ask Gal, “Where did they go?” He says they went up to the roof, and I immediately trudge all the way up there. I know for damn sure, I’m not, going to sit here and wait for Newt to turn, right in front of me.

Fuck. That.

“Newt!” I exclaimed, as they exchanged looks, and Newt mumbled a curse under his breath, they stood up turning to face me. I stalk over to him, examining his face and chest to see any signs that could confirm my suspicions.

“(Y/N), please..” He tried to move my hands away from him. I scoff, “Please’ my ass, where is it?” Yanking my hands from his, going to back look. “Love, just stop.”

I ignore him and don’t stop looking, as tears brimmed my eye lids, I tried blinking them away, but they only blurred my vision. “Babe!”

“Just show me!” I exclaimed, unable to hide the fact that, I was seconds away from bawling my eyes out. He sighs and pulls up his sleeve, revealing the purple veins, on his right arm.

I backed away, my bottom lip quivered as I placed my hands over my mouth.

I felt like screaming. Kicking something, breaking something, throwing something all at the same time.

“(Y/N)..” He reached out, gently grab one my hands, and I place the hand that I left on my face over my entire mouth. “I knew it. I fucking knew it.” I mumbled into my hand.

“Listen to me, love.”

“I hoped. I hoped!” I said, as a cry got caught in my throat, and Newt brought me into a hug. “Listen to me, don’t worry about me.”

“I can’t help, but worry about you, in this shit world we live in.”

“I know, but you have to try, okay? We’ll find the cure. And I’ll be okay.”

“But- But what if?” I was going to saying, but Newt quickly put a stop to those negative thoughts. “Don’t even think about that, you hear me? We will get that cure. And I. Will. Be. Fine.” He said and I nod, and leans down kissing the top of my head, looking over at Thomas, with a look of uncertainty.

But (Y/N) didn’t need to know that.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Rescue

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2k

Summary: Wanda brings you home a gift. 

A/N: As promised, here’s a little bit of fluff to offset the earlier update. Enjoy! 

Warnings: None. Pure fluff. 

You’re on your way home from one of the most grueling days of your career. You’d been burdened with complicated cases at every appointment, and none of them had taken their designated 30 minutes which left you behind all day. Not only that, but three assistants called in sick today, leaving you and the other two doctors with two between the three of you. It was horrible and you almost felt like you’d been an assistant more than a doctor today which was not a great use of your time, and more exhausting than you could have imagined.

Your watch tells you that you’d taken 30,000 steps today, and you don’t even doubt it. You’re just glad that the day is finally over, and you don’t work tomorrow. You can already tell you’re going to be sore from the sheer amount of moving that you’d done today, but you try not to think about that as you arrive home.

You’re thinking about falling asleep in your car and going inside later, but seeing that Wanda’s home already motivates you to get out and go see her. She was supposed to be busy tonight with something work related, she didn’t share the details, but you knew her well enough to know when she said she’d be busy that it meant not to wait up for her.

“Wands?”

You call out to her as you stifle a yawn and groan in annoyance as you trip over your own feet. You shut the garage door behind you before you toss your things on the ground to deal with them tomorrow. Normally you were cleaner than this, but given the day you had you figured you earned the right to leave it for later. You sigh as you head to the kitchen to find something to stuff your face with, but you stop short when you see something sitting in the middle of the living room.

“What the…”

You aren’t certain that you’re not hallucinating as you look at the dog that’s sitting by your coffee table. He’s sitting in front of the fireplace that you just now realize is turned on. It’s not that cold outside, but sometimes you or Wanda turned it on just because you liked the look of it. You only get to consider for a moment if the dog turned it on when you hear footsteps behind you.

“Welcome home, detka.”

You turn at the sound of your wife’s voice and you can’t help but smile at the sight of her. You can tell that she’d gotten back from work fairly recently just from how stressed she still looked. She’d changed into more comfortable clothes and she’d been on her way to make dinner, but she heard the garage door and thought she’d come show you what she brought home for you. She’s surprised to see that you’re not really reacting to the dog, but it only takes her a few seconds to realize how tired you are.

“Uh, hey Wands. Is that a dog or am I imagining things?”

Wanda frowns slightly as you point to the German Shepherd that she’d brought home from work today. She’d had business with a rival group, and upon discovering their dog fighting ring, she decided to step in. This one hadn’t been fighting yet luckily, but he was being trained to maul toys when she’d found him.

She knew how much you wanted a dog, and she thought this was the perfect opportunity. She figured you’d be excited about it, but you didn’t seem very enthused and she tried not to be too discouraged by this. Instead of showing her disappointment, she nods in response to your question.

“Yes, Y/n. It’s a dog. I thought I’d surprise you with him.”

You don’t know how to react immediately because you’re feeling so many things at once. You’re exhausted so you’re having a hard time figuring out how to express your surprise, glee, and love that is overwhelming you, so you say nothing. You just stare at the dog and take a minute to really look at him, now that you know that he’s real.

He’s adorable. He’s a German Shepherd which you have a weakness for, and he’s probably only about 6 months old. He’s a lot calmer than you’d expect for most puppies at this age, but as soon as you drop down to your knees, he jumps to his feet excitedly.

“Oh my god! Are you serious??”

You look between your wife and the puppy that’s jumping on you and licking your face, and you can’t help but get a little overwhelmed. You don’t realize you’re crying until the dog in your lap starts to lick your face and whine loudly. Wanda’s by your side to tell you a little bit more about him, but she stops when she sees the tears in your eyes. She frowns again this time in concern as she reaches out for you.

“Yes, he’s yours if you want him. Do you not—are you okay?”

You try to take a deep breath as you shake your head while continuing to love on the furry energetic puppy. You scratch his face and push his ears back so his eyes look huge and you sob again in disbelief. You look to your wife who you’ve thoroughly confused, and you try to explain your many emotions.

“Yes, I love him he’s so cute! Thank you, thank you. I love you.”

You hug Wanda tightly and she eventually hugs you back once she realizes you’re not upset. She is about to breathe a sigh of relief when you start rambling again.

“I’m sorry I’m a little off. Today was killer and I’m so tired I could cry, but this has made my day so much better.”

You kiss your wife until you feel little dog nails clawing into your already sore arms. You pull away reluctantly before you reach out to grab the puppy that you just realized is going to live with you. Your wife got you a dog!

“He’s so cute, Wands. What’s his name?”

Wanda just shook her head because honestly the name that was given to him by his previous owners wasn’t even an option. He had been in training to be a bait dog, and the men she’d found him with had called him something she wouldn’t even repeat.

“He doesn’t have a name, so go ahead and choose from your list.”

You shoot her a glare but there’s no venom behind it given how happy you are. You sit with the dog in your lap, despite him being a little big for it, and you bounce him up and down happily as you think about the list that Wanda’s referring to.

You’ve always wanted a dog, a pet really, but it was never a good time for you. When you’d been in school you were too busy for one, and you wanted to have a lot of time to train your dog. The idea of them being in the kennel all day didn’t sit right with you, so you had to wait until you knew your dog could be with someone all day long.

You suppose that you’ll just have to make this happen now.

You study the puppy who’s just panting happily for a moment before you decide on his name. You keep a list of potential pet names on your phone and the one that best fits him is,

“Boone. How does that sound, buddy?”

He just yips and licks your face which makes you laugh and Wanda smile widely. She’s glad that you seem to be feeling better, but she can see that you’re still exhausted. She sighs as she reaches out for you to try to get your attention. You’re very preoccupied and cooing at your new dog so you barely notice, but once Wanda shakes you a little you turn to her with a wide smile.

“Isn’t he the cutest?”

Wanda can’t help but laugh at this before she nods in agreement. She did find him adorable, and he’d caught her attention immediately. Once she realized he was still very sweet and only just learning to be aggressive, she decided that this one was hers. Or rather yours.

“He’s so adorable. You both are. Do you want to go upstairs before you fall asleep?”

You nod without thinking and stand up quickly to lead Boone upstairs. However, before you get a chance, your vision turns fuzzy and you feel your body sag from the sudden movement. You’re certain you’re about to fall down, but hands grab you to keep you from falling. Wanda curses as she pulls you close to her so she can support you. She underestimated how tired you were, and she watches you yawn cavernously before turning to the side to reassure her. If you’d turned to the side she was on, she would have believed what you said.

“I’m fine, I’m just really damn tired.”

Wanda still leads you up the stairs and it wasn’t an easy task given that you kept trying to turn around to find your new dog. You kept calling for him, and despite not knowing his name, he followed after you. Probably just because he wanted to be a part of what was happening. You laugh at him as you and Wanda reach the top of the stairs. You see your bedroom door and gasp as you look to your wife who’s already prepared for your question.

“Can he sleep with us, Wands?? Please!?”

Wanda sighs because she knew that this was going to come up and she was hoping that you wouldn’t be so tired for her answer. You both had talked about it briefly when you’d mentioned getting pets in the past, but Wanda was dead set against having pets in the bed. She didn’t like the idea of bringing everything they’ve seen during the day into bed with them, and despite disagreeing, you understood her logic. Hopefully you remembered this as Wanda shakes her head.

“He can sleep in his bed in our room.”

You frown at the thought of this, but as Wanda opens the bedroom door you watch Boone run inside. He’s wagging his tail frantically and immediately goes to the large dog bed at the end of your bed. You smile widely at this before you shake your head furiously to try and wake yourself up a little.

“He’s so cute. Where’d you get him from again?”

Wanda decides to be vague and given how tired you are you accept this answer. You’re luckily distracted as you change clothes and take the shortest shower of your life. You hate to leave Boone for long, but Wanda promises to watch him carefully. You still take less than 5 minutes and you run back in the room to see Wanda’s lying at the end of the bed watching Boone as he licks his paws. You smile widely at him before moving to kneel beside him with a groan.

“Awww look at you, Boone. You’re going to be such a big boy. Look at these puppy feet.”

You grab Boone’s oversized paws and he tries to bat you with them while he licks your hands and face furiously. You just smile widely before you finish getting ready for bed. Your shower woke you up a little, but you still could fall asleep right now. You hurry to flop down on the bed next to your wife and you immediately wrap your arms around her in a hug. You kiss her hair before she turns to you and you meet her smile with your own.

“You’re my favorite, you know that?”

Wanda can’t help but laugh at this as she shoots you a teasing look. She knows that you’re her favorite, but she has a feeling you have a new favorite as of tonight.

“Really? I’m still your favorite even after this?”

You follow Wanda’s gaze to Boone who’s finally settled and is lying on his side. You nod as you kiss your wife one more time before shrugging in response.

“For sure. He’s adorable and I love him already, but you’re still my favorite. I have a feeling you always will be.”

Masterlist  

[xreaderbooks]

The Shadows of Our Love |8|

Chapter 8 | In the Shadow of Promises

Pair: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: The aftermath of Y/n confronting Sebastian

Warnings: Language, Violence, mentions of death, grief, depressive thoughts

Word Count: 3.9k

none of the art is mine, all credit to their creators

Chapter 7 - Series Masterlist - Navi - Chapter 9

Poppy was the only one you could bring yourself to speak to after the confrontation with Sebastian. You were full of anger, and rage that couldn't be contained for the happiness of others. You weren't in the mood for Garreth's jokes, or Imelda's musing on quidditch, nor Natty (though she was one of the few exceptions to the people you could stand to be around you in this state). Poppy was too sweet to contaminate her with your bad attitude, poor Ominis took the brunt of your sourness willingly- he insisted to look after you no matter how much you snarked at him.

You were thankful that it was only one class that you were partnered up with Sebastian. Though you had many classes with him, you had the company of at least one of your friends in them.

Defense Against the Dark Arts; what was once your favorite subject, had become a heavy existence in your life. You drudged your way along the halls every time, taking the long way every time, even if it meant you were going to be late.

Tension and silence was the only thing between you and Sebastian now. You finally knew the truth, he wanted nothing to do with you, you had been a pawn in his game of life. That was all you were to him, this whole summer you spent concerned for his well-being while you were barely an afterthought after your last meeting with him.

Something dark brewed in your heart with that realization. You swore to Ominis that you would renounce dark magic, but it was the sole thing that fueled you to fight rather than drown in the depression of your life.

Fury was your friend at the moment, as denial was in your past, you went through the five stages of grief. In trying to get over the death of Professor Fig and Lodgok, the guilt of what happened with Solomon Sallow and not actually saving Anne. You were famously known as the Hero of Hogwarts but you didn't feel very hero-like with all that you've done.

Now your friendship with Sebastian. He, who had never lied to you, no matter how dark the topic. He made you comfortable, treated you as if you had been friends for years, he made you feel safe the way he protected you from danger even though you both knew that you overpowered him.

It was all a part of his plan, and now the Poachers and Ashwinders had to face your wrath as you snuck out of the castle every other night to let out some steam.

You came back from a run-in with some trackers, they found kneazles- two of them- the dark wizards injured their legs so that they would be able to run. In fighting the trackers you had used the cruciatous curse with little regret, you wished you would've been able to find the restraint not to use an unforgivable but their taunts had got your head.

You used the Floo Flames to bring you back to the castle and into the room of requirement, it was late in the evening, and Deek had probably just left. You conjured up a long table, gently taking each kneazle out, easing them onto the table. A sudden flash came from the Forest Vivarium, your heart was still racing from the rescue that you didn't even flinch. You knew that you had given her access and shown Poppy the room, she had the habit of showing up unannounced.

You heard her gasp at the sight, "What happened?"

"What do you think?" You murmured as you gathered the herbs you needed to heal the animals and ground up the ingredients to a paste. "Found them near the valley."

She reached out her hand to take the mortar and pestle from you, "Here, let me."

You let her take over while you folded up the sleeves of your uniform shirt. You didn't bother to change before you went out. When she finished, you performed a cleansing charm that made the blood that stained their fur disappear, Poppy pet each Kneazle when it was their turn for you to rub the paste onto their wound and wrap it.

You didn't bother putting them in the Vivarium just yet, the others in the home were quite the characters and you didn't know how they'd react to injured newcomers. You flicked your wand making the table disapparate into nothingness, and once again to clean the blood from your shirt.

All of a sudden, everything came crashing down on you, tears came falling onto your cheeks and a sob escaped your mouth. You covered it with the back of your hand but it was still heard, the Hufflepuff that was loving on the cat-like creatures came up to you and placed her hand on your back. She rubbed smooth circles and guided you to the couch in the corner that you had designated a social area.

You hid your face in your hands, as your wails came out most painfully. You couldn't remember the last time you had cried like this, it was embarrassing, you didn't like to cry in front of people and this was the worst of it.

You didn't know if you were being sensitive or you had drained yourself to the point where not even ancient magic could expel what needed to be released.

Poppy stayed beside you in silent support, eyeing you carefully as you pulled yourself together.

"Apologies, Poppy, I did not mean for you to see me in this light." You conjured a box of tissues and wiped away the wetness of your soaked cheeks.

Poppy tutted, "Apology not accepted, as there is nothing to apologize for Y/n. It's alright for you to let it out this way, healthier even."

You let out a laugh that half sounded like a sob, and your eyes burned from the hydration they now lacked. "I suppose you're right."

"Do you mind my asking- and I don't mean to pry, I just want to help. What brought this on?" Poppy asked you softly.

"I miss him," You sigh. She had a puzzled expression and tilted her head in question. It pained you to admit this but it was Poppy- "Sebastian, Professor Fig. I don't regret helping all the people I did but if only I came to school as a normal student. Fig would still be alive, Sebastian and I could've been genuine friends, and I wouldn't feel like an imposter."

"An imposter?" Her tone sounded almost offended. "You saved everyone, all of us, everybody in this school, and the whole wizarding world owe you a big thank you. There was no one else that could have defeated Ranrok, if you hadn't we would be having a completely different conversation right now."

"You don't know what I've done, Poppy," I shake my head in denial. So much death, the monsters were monsters but the people- dark wizard or no- you relived all of them in your nightmares. The green curse shooting out of your wand, the light in their eyes (no matter how much of a maniac they were) was gone.

"And I don't need to know, you did what you thought you had to and anyone who's anyone would agree," She spoke stubbornly and with purpose. "Professor Fig wouldn't want you to linger on his death, he would want you to live. As for Sebastian, he's not being himself, everyone can see that. You were all he would talk about last year, would not shut up about you, and I was only his Charms partner."

You knew the true reason why he was so interested, everyone had heard about the dragon incident- the reason why you were late to the sorting ceremony. You had beaten him in DADA, beat a troll with your ancient magic right in front of him- of course, he'd be fascinated by the new girl who had crazy powers. He was desperate to find a cure and you unintentionally proved that you could be worthy enough to help him.

"He had his reasons for that I'm sure."

"You're not thinking clearly, Y/n."

"No, Poppy I am, he admitted it to me after quidditch tryouts. He only wanted me for my powers so that I could help him with Anne, as I'm sure you've noticed we haven't been speaking."

"It's like you're ignoring what I just said- he is not himself!" Poppy's sweet voice had turned annoyed. "Believe what you want, but that boy did not just want to use you. I may have been a beast freak for most of my years here, but I've gone out of my shell long enough to notice that Sebastian Sallow never takes an interest in anyone, not even if they could be used for his benefit."

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You had run the conversation that you had with Poppy through your head so many times it made your head ache. It could have been that or the crying, whatever it was, it had distracted your mind so much that you went through your classes all day, and not a word your professors said had processed in your brain. At dinner, you sat by yourself at the very end of the table, close to the doors as you had for the whole of last week.

Your owl, Athena, had almost dropped a letter into your food. She always had an attitude when giving you owls at certain times, as if she had better things to do than deliver your correspondence.

You finish your plate with one last bite before tearing it open and reading it, it was from Ominis, inviting you to the Undercroft. You debated going, you've put him through several trials these past few days, it was a surprise to have gotten a letter about wanting to see you. Everyone thought it was best to walk on eggshells around you.

You left the Great Hall and walked to the Defense against the Dark Arts Tower where the undercroft was located, looking around to see if anyone was around before using the spell that was needed to unlock it.

He sat on the velvet green settee that was conjured not long after the desk was and was put in front of the portrait. His back was to you but you had no doubt he knew you were there.

"Good Evening, Ominis" You announced yourself with your greeting. You carefully avoided bumping into the coffee table placed at the center between the portrait and the couch, you sat on one of the chairs that matched the other parallel from it.

"Good Evening, Y/n, no new hideous attempts at a shortening of my name?" He took a sip of the tea he was drinking, letting the cup clink in its saucer.

You withheld a smile and shook your head, "Not today. I believe an apology is in order."

His spine straightened, "Go on."

"I'm sorry I've been a terror with my moods as of late, I have gone through something of an existential crisis but I am better now." You swallowed your pride in what you were about to admit, "I want to thank you for putting up with it."

"Apology accepted," He nodded his head once and added, "It is also accepted in the payment of your Charms notes. Dealing with your treacherous moods is quite taxing."

"You tricky bastard," You tutted with three clicks of your tongue on the roof of your mouth. "Here I was seeking your forgiveness through a heartfelt apology like a dolt and you were just playing me as a fool. What happened to wanting to study the material given to you?"

"That was then, this is now."

You snorted, "Right, well, I'll owl them to you later, I don't have them with me."

"Perfect," He mused.

A steaming pot of tea poofed onto the table in front of you along with a teacup and plate in the same pattern as Ominis', your eyebrows shot up in surprise. You performed a charm that made the pot of tea pour into the teacup without spilling, using your wand to float the saucer to you.

"May I suggest something?"

You took your first sip of the scalding hot tea, "Depends."

"I've heard of your late-night escapades and before you say anything- no, I will not be informing the Head of house. I only wish to suggest an alternative."

"Go on," You repeated the words Ominis used earlier. Relief fills the small bit of panic that washed over you.

"I am allowing you to use the Undercroft at your disposal, it is enchanted to be mostly anything proof, whatever you do in the woods at night can be done in here. You need not put yourself in danger, you can practice your magic at whatever capacity you wish."

You thought about it briefly; it would be nice not to have to move your beasts in and out of their vivariums every time you needed to let out your ancient magic. You could bring in training dummies and use this as your arena, if what Ominis said was true, you could use this to your advantage. The only thing that kept you from accepting Ominis' offer was Sebastian, he was the one who showed you the Undercroft in the first place. This was a space he often occupied and you wouldn't be caught dead in the same room with him without another person in the room to keep you from hexing him til he could no longer think of ways to insult you with his mere existence.

"If you're worried about him, I'll make sure he's not here when you are."

"You cannot possibly be sure of that Ominis," You scoffed. "And stay out of my head."

"I don't have to be in your head to sense the one reason why you would be hesitant, you have my word that I will ensure you are comfortable and safe while you practice your magic here."

Sebastian was unpredictable and stubborn, you weren't a hundred percent confident that Ominis would be able to keep him from the Undercroft but it was his family's secret place and perhaps he could find a way to keep Sebastian away.

"Fine," You extended your teacup to his, giving it a little clink to seal the deal.

Ominis had a hint of a smile on his face, "On another note, my family has been pestering me nonstop with their letters."

"What about?" You edged onto your seat inquisitively. As far as you knew from what He-who-shall-not-be-named told you, Ominis didn't care for his family because of their ideals and what they put him through as a child, you weren't sure how they felt about their son exactly but if they were sending him letters you suppose they couldn't have disowned him. They had no reason to if you really thought about it, they were simply estranged.

"I can't say that I know what their reasoning is, only that I have no interest in speaking to them."

"Perhaps you could read what they have to say, you don't even have to bother with a response."

"Perhaps."

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You spent the rest of the evening in deep conversation with Ominis about the latest gossip around school and how classes were going until you both saw the time and noticed that prefects were going to be doing their rounds soon. You walked with Ominis to the common room and got dressed in your dorm using the disillusionment spell to sneak out of the castle.

Throughout this week you've been following a lead on the people Sirona warned you about. You haven't noticed anything new; the masks were targeting specific witches and wizards and were using incredibly powerful dark magic. Your workload in your late-night missions had been piled on by Ranrok Loyalists that were on the loose. While you still shut down poacher camps and tracked down the masked figures, now you had to add Goblins to the list whenever you came across them.

They had a heavy vendetta against you specifically, not a surprise there, thankfully you had plenty of experience in beating them and you didn't struggle half as much as you did when fighting the unnamed masked wizards.

You spotted them in lower hogsfield ganging up on a family of five. The mother clutched onto her children with tears in her eyes as the father bravely stood in front, he was being shot at by multiple different wands. You shot out lightning from your wand, bringing it down on the terrorizers. The mother cried out to her husband who hadn't moved from his place on the ground.

The lightning had distracted most of them and caught your attention, leaving the woman with her children to run away. 

You pushed and fought as you always did, as you were doing right now. They relentlessly shot curses at you, stinging jinxes and even the killing curse when they got tired of you. You had dodged each one with strenuous effort, they never hesitated, they were quick and never seemed to tire. Their form was impeccable and flawless, even when fighting you and trying to go for their targets they never faltered, they looked as if they were dancing a waltz.

The sight of the family had made your heart hurt, it urged you to continue, to fight til your last breath if you had to. They had to flee, to leave their father, her husband on the ground with his green eyes still open.

You were never quick on your feet, you had gotten into the habit of it last year, then again last year you had a teacher who would correct your form and encourage you to perform better with each cast.

As you ducked in time for the cruciatous curse to miss you, you cast expelliarmus, and protego to protect yourself against another spell sent your way, you didn't notice in time one of the masked figures had levitated you and brought you to them.

"You've been such a nuisance," By their voice they were male, what age you couldn't tell but they were tall you were currently taller as you were hovering over him. His hand was wrapped around your neck, squeezing with each word. "Such power, wasted."

You tightened your grip on your wand, you had been building up your ancient magic until you knew you couldn't fight them off. That was your tactic for most of your fights with them, each time it had them running off.

You felt the hum of the blue tendrils that traveled from your wand and up your arm, his eyes narrowed and whatever he saw in your face made him drop the levitation spell on you. And shout at the others, ordering them to get as far away from you as possible. It was too late, you formed a sphere of magic in your hands before letting out a ring of power that knocked them all to the ground.

Your victory was short-lived as you exhaled in relief you felt the familiar agony of the cruciatous curse. You fell onto your back with a scream stuck in the back of your throat, you saw them leave the scene, you were abandoned in a field in lower hogsfield. Your body was writhing in pain, long after the curse had worn off your body twitched. Each twitch brought an extra sting to the open wounds from the slices you weren't able to avoid and with no Wiggenwelds on you, you winced with every step to the nearest floo flame.

Everything went dark.

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When you woke up there were eight pairs of eyes staring down at you. The pain you had before was gone and you were left with an ache. The children that were staring down at you when you awoke now scattered to find their mother who was at the fireplace to the right of you, you were on the couch.

You propped yourself up on your elbows before starting to sit up fully, the woman from earlier had stood from her crouched position and tsked. She helped you sit against the back of the couch, she flicked her wand to bring a bowl of hot soup to your lap.

"Here, please eat," She insisted.

You glanced at the bowl and her, her eyes were swollen from crying, she was probably in her early thirties but could pass off being in her mid-twenties. You ruled out her age by the sight of her kids, the oldest looking around eight years old. "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you for saving us..."

You gave her a weak smile, "Y/n."

"Y/n," The smile she gave back was wobbly and she was in tears. "Oh, thank you."

You set aside the bowl on the table to your right, "I'm sorry..."

"Mary, Mary Osterfield," She sniffed.

"Mary, I'm sorry I couldn't save your husband," You couldn't help the stinging in your eyes. You weren't sure those were the right words to say, but you said them anyway, if you had gotten there in time maybe there would have been a chance where you could have.

She held an incredulous look, "No, no you are just a child, George- he, I know he was grateful you showed up when you did. I cannot thank you enough, if it wasn't for you, we would have been dead." Mary whispered the last part to you with her shaky voice.

I nod in understanding, "Do you know why they were attacking you?"

"I've heard the rumors of the masked hunters, at least that's what I think they are called, others have called them The Reapers of Death." She shuddered, "My neighbor Lydia was murdered by one of them just last week, her entire family with her. I can't imagine what would have happened if you hadn't shown up, but my dear George."

She sobbed, and in her state, you cried with her, she held onto her kids who also cried along. "Missus-" The littlest one asked, she was around four "-Do you think the scary monsters would come back for us?"

"No," You stuttered. You had no clue, you didn't want to lie but the little girl had stared up at you with the same green eyes that stared into yours when it was on the ground. "No, they won't."

"Promise?"

You felt like you were going to throw up, "Promise."

Mary told them to go play upstairs while you two talked, when they left the room she mouthed the words thank you, and whispered as she fed you all that she knew. "George had thoughts on who those people are, who they were targeting, and the ministry possibly going after those who hadn't complied with the law. It didn't make any sense to me, if you ask me, from all that I've heard- the one thing everyone they have attacked has in common is that they are all muggle-born."

"Muggle-borns?"

"George had a muggle mother and father, Lydia as well, the others who died were also from the muggle world." Her head shook, "I can't begin to describe the horrors I've heard about them."

You sat there and listened, all the details of the tortures the hamlets have been going through, entire families were killed one-by-one by these 'Reapers of Death', you needed to write a letter to the ministry. It would be an informative and anonymous address to Officer Singer, pleading with her to help- to send aid, anything.

You only hoped that you could hold the promise you made to Mary's daughter.

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Chapter 9

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[sungie-stay]

Heart of Mondstadt Pt.1

pt.1 // pt.2

Diluc x f!reader (18+)

Summary: You’re a bartender at the angel’s share and Diluc stands up to some drunk guys that aren’t being so nice

TW: attemptive assault? , nothing actually really happens tho

Warnings: dead parents, mentions of being drunk (kaeya,venti, and other dudes), MINORS DNI

Word count: 1.67k

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The tables are nearly all empty by now, and it’s almost closing time at the beloved Angel’s Share. Some may say it’s the “Heart of Mondstadt” but those are really just the regular drunkards who come in and out nightly. You beg to differ though, as nothing has really felt like the Heart of Mondstadt to you, everything that’s ever felt close to you was back in the City of Contracts, Liyue. 

You grew up there long ago with your parents, until you were left alone at the young age of 14. The citizens of Liyue had whispered about the accident through the streets. Something about your adventurer parents having a bad run in with the Fatui. After the accident, nobody dared to talk about it to you, except you knew people were always whispering about it. Baizhu had taken temporary custody of you, seeing as he was a family friend and all, until you were old enough to be on your own. So at the mere age of 20, you decided a change of scenery would be for the best. 

Once you first settled into the City of Wind, you got word of a bartender job at the Angel’s Share. Charles needed help on the weekends, especially while Diluc was away, and you were hired on the spot with your exceptional knowledge in making drinks. Hey, you had to pick up some hobby and a job once you were 18. 

You hear the shattering sound of glass hit the floor, ripping you away from your thoughts, and immediately you knew it was already going to be an intoxicated man who needed to be thrown out. “Alright,” you turn towards the sound, and well enough there are two men completely wasted on what was supposed to be a fine Friday night, “You two are cut off for the night, we’re closing in 5 anyways.” Footsteps approach behind you and you turn to see your crimson-haired boss.

“Thank you, y/n, I can take it from here. You go tell Kaeya and Venti to go home, I’ll go grab the broom to clean this mess up.” He hissed the last couple words, walking away. Diluc hates it when people make a mess of his tavern. He finds it awfully irritating having to clean up after people who can’t handle their liquor. He’s always deems it necessary to have customers see their way out if they cause too much commotion. You turn on your heels, but the sound of a chair squeaking across the floor fills your ears and the man closest to you is quick to grab your forearm. Standing up, the man towers over you, the alcohol on his breath filling your nostrils. You go to take a step back, only to be stopped by your back colliding with the other man’s chest.

“You’re not trying to run from us, are you?” The man behind says, as the other reaches his hand up almost grabbing your jaw. The tight grip he still has on your arm for sure will leave bruises tomorrow, and you can only hope Kaeya and Venti will come to your rescue now but they’re too wasted to even hear anything. 

Suddenly the dreadful warmth is gone from your back and you hear an “oof” come from the man behind, who is now on the ground. Before you can even look up at your surroundings, the man in front of you’s arm is stopped from reaching you, twisted behind his back, slammed face first into the table. Pinned down by Diluc, the man starts spitting apologies, fear in his tone.

“I’m sorry! I-I swear! I didn’t k-know she was taken!” the man cries out, Diluc pressing his face harder into the oak table. Diluc doesn’t even bother correcting him, it’s better for him to think it’s true. 

“Keep your filthy hands off her,” Diluc speaks in the mans ear, “If you ever come near this woman or my tavern again, you will be left in the middle of the fucking wild for hilichurls, and other things you don’t even want to know about, to find you.” Diluc spits at the man in pure rage. Kaeya, Venti, and you are fully watching the events unfold right before your eyes now, shocked to see Diluc react so strongly. Usually he wouldn’t get so… defensive. But this was you we were talking about. He had hoped that days like this wouldn’t happen, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from being physical. Diluc has been madly crushing over you just two weeks after you started here, and 3 months later he still hasn’t made a single move. Worried you might not like him the same, or have a thing against dating older guys. He’s tried so hard not to make it so obvious that he’s utterly smitten with you. 

Diluc lifts off the man, freeing him of his grasp and he stumbles out of the bar as quickly  as he can. He gives one dirty glare at the man groaning on the ground, and he’s out just as fast. Venti and Kaeya stay silent, actually paying the bill before they’re on their way as well. Surely it couldn't be because of a woman, Kaeya thought. But alas, it was the truth. Without another word, Diluc begins to clean up the broken glass that has still been left on the wooden floor, refusing to look you in the eye. He can’t believe he let himself get so worked up in front of you, about you.

“Diluc,” You call quietly, and he stops his movements altogether. “T-Thank you… for you know…” You step a little closer so he can hear your soft voice a little better, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet awkwardly. No one has ever done such a thing for you before. Come to think of it, you didn’t have much protection at all since your parents passed away. Sure, Baizhu made sure you stayed out of trouble, but you were confined to Liyue harbor and his shop. It made you feel cared for that someone came to your aid like this. You don’t know how you could ever repay him.

You sit down, “No one’s ever protected me like that, so t-thanks…” You say, barely above a whisper. Diluc wondered how could no one want to protect you, you were the most precious thing to him not that he thought about it. 

“Y/N… we both work here, of course I’m going to-” He’s interrupted mid-sentance when you jolt out of your seat, hugging him. He’s shocked for just a moment, wide eyed, until he at last lets his guard down. Diluc puts the broom aside, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame with his head ontop of yours.

He sighs out of relief, “That scared the shit out of me, you know. They could’ve hurt you, and Kaeya that useless knight,” He shakes his head out of disappointment from his brother. “He was too drunk to even notice anything.” He scoffs, thinking about how much he dislikes the Knights of Favonius, including his brother.

“I’m okay, just a bit shaken up.” You mumble into Diluc’s chest. He pulls back, eyes searching your face. He thinks for a moment.

“W-Would you like me to, uh, maybe walk you home? That way you won’t have to be alone in the dark after all that.” His smile falters after you frown.

“I-I wouldn’t want to burden you, I live quite far from the city and its late.” You look down, although you don’t want to walk home alone, you’d feel bad having Diluc go lengths for you when he’s already done so much. He lifts your chin up to look him in the eyes. 

“Nonsense y/n, after what just happened? I need to know you’re going to be okay and get home safe.” He didn’t care about not getting too close to you anymore, now he knew you were something he didn’t want to let slip through his fingers. You chew the inside of your cheek, something you do when you feel conflicted on what choice to make, also a habit of yours Diluc has noticed over the past few months.

“Alright, how about you stay at my manor tonight? I can have the maids set up a room for you. It’s not too far of a walk, hm?” He questions, and you open your mouth to decline.

“I insist,” He beats you to it. You smile at his generosity, not even fighting him on it. He’d just make you go anyway. 

“Okay,” You grin up at him. Diluc finishes cleaning up the glass, and you lock up, both making your way outside the city walls. 

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The walk to Dawn Winery was comfortably quiet, and thankfully made it with no troubles along the way. Your eyes wander over the grounds of Dawn Winery, it really was a beautiful place. 

“Welcome,” Diluc starts softly, as its quite late out, “to Dawn Winery y/n.” The way your name fell from his lips made a shiver shoot up your spine, simultaneously making your cheeks go red. He opens the front door, gesturing for you to walk in first. You’re instantly greeted by maids, who are shocked to see a woman come home with Master Diluc. You shyly smile with a small wave

“Ladies, please escort y/n to one of the spare rooms and give her a nightgown to sleep in, she will be staying here tonight.” You can visibly see some of their eyes widen slightly, obviously even more shocked you are staying the night.

“Yes, Master Diluc.” They respond, one walking to retrieve your nightgown and you follow the one approaching the stairs.

“I’ll be up to check on you soon.” Diluc calls out.

“Okay, and thank you.” You smile for what seems to be the hundredth time to him, but he gives a small smile back, one only you can see.

[peachymilkandcream]

Someone To Love|Part 6|Reiner Braun x Jealous Reader

(A/N: So like I said this series is pretty short so I'm only doing seven parts to it, this was just a little blurb I thought would be fun. Note that even though this has been posted on Wednesdays, after it's over I'm going back to only doing two series a week, posted on Monday and Tuesday. The only reason I did this separately because it was something already promised, short, and mostly pre-written. Hope you enjoy and comment to be tagged in the finale!)

WARNINGS: implied nsfw, depression, attempted suicide, violence, general angst, slowburn, lowkey love triangle with a happy ending, not a warning but Reiner calls you nicknames instead of y/n (because I personally can't stand it)

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Betrayal. Trust broken. Revenge.

It was nothing Reiner didn't deserve, but hell if it still felt like a punch to the gut.

He had come back to that cursed island with the determination to save the world in mind. He would save everyone, especially Evelyn. He would rescue her from hell and bring her back home safely. Reiner had failed her once before, letting Levi take her away, he couldn't screw it up again. This time he'd kill the bastard so she'd never have to look over her shoulder again. So she could feel a life of peace. He believed in all of this she was just a helpless victim.

And then The Rumbling shattered his faith in her. She was right about Evelyn. She was a traitor.

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Reiner could barely look at either of them, the Ackermans, across the campfire acting like nothing had happened. Everyone else welcoming the monster into their presence, did no one know or care? Were they content to just allow such evil in their midst with no looks of disgust or hatred like his?

All his affection for Evelyn was a conflicted jumbled mess, she had been one of the masterminds behind the destruction of his home, helped cause the very thing threatening to destroy the world as they knew it.

But what part of it was her, and what part was someone else pulling the strings? Was she an innocent bystander or was that all more lies?

She had betrayed him, used him and led him to think her life in Marley was caused by her terror of Levi, and yet here she was, seemingly content by the whole thing. Was any of it real?

Reiner thought of Evelyn like an angel, untouchable and pure, he was determined to make this world better so that she had her rightful place as a queen to live in it. But now with the veil off her hands were just as filthy as everyone else's. Unwillingly or not, she had condemned the world to death, and he couldn't tell if she truly regretted it yet.

There had to be some other play at work, a threat, some hidden forced deal she had made to ensure the safety of her and her unborn child. He knew Evelyn, she was the kindest and most welcoming person to the Scouts that he knew. Most of the others saw her like a mother, but to him she was special. She never would have agreed to this willingly...

Right?

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Words had been said, none of which Reiner didn't agree with. But as he stormed off reason kicked in and allowed him to think. As much as he wanted to he couldn't kill Levi just yet. He needed him to stop this madness. Only after could he even think about getting even, he had to use his head or they'd all be wiped out.

As he laid there, trying to find peace and sleep, surprisingly his thoughts went to his friend back home. She had been worried about him, told him to come home safely. No one else had ever done that. Even his own mother sent him off with pride, not fear. It was like his life mattered.

And if Evelyn was so willing to defend Levi at all costs, betraying his trust again and again. Could he ever make her see the danger she was in with him? Or was that all a lie too?

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The sound of thunder filled the air, the skies in the distance darkening to a smoky black. There were in for one hell of a storm.

Those still in the market started to hurry home, fear of being drenched overcoming them. She was no exception, quickening her pace to ensure that the threatening water drops wouldn't seek to ruin what little food she could afford to buy.

However soon people started bumping into her, more of a hurry being made to run in the opposite direction of the clouds.

"Watch it-! It's just a storm, no need to kill me over it-" She huffed and kept walking, stopping when she smelled the scent of fire and smoke filling the air. "What's going on?"

Panic had set in, her people running to the gate that separated the outside world with their little community. It was like mass hysteria had taken over, something was going on, something horribly wrong.

She followed them until she made it to the clamoring crowd. "Someone please tell me what's going on!"

"Titans!" A man shrieked, terror in his eyes. "An army of Titans! They came from the sea, they're flattening everything and coming this way!"

"But the military will stop them, we have the strongest military in the world-! Surely a few Titans can't stop them."

"They fled, all of them fled or got crushed, there's nothing to stop them!"

Her basket of groceries dropped, soon crushed into paste as more panic filled the air. The realization hitting her.

The Island Devils had made good on their promise.

[aredsunrise]

You're Also The Priority

Notes : It is an Leon S Kennedy x original female character (Charlie Miller) fic. 22 y/o oc. Charlie meets for the first time Leon. Good reading ! ps: the next chapters will be really longer :)

Summary : It all started when Ashley and her old friend, Charlie, returned from their school. Before they could understand what was happening, a tough man had kidnap them and took them to Spain. Separate from Ashley, when they arrived in an old, weird village, Charlie made it her mission to find her and get away as soon as possible. This is how an agent, who was supposedly there to rescue her and Ashley, found her.

CW : Angst? - Slow Burn - Canon-Typical Violence - Fluff? - Bad Writing - Mutual Pining - Flirting

Words : 730

Part Two

When she finally arrived to lock the door, Charlie found herself inside a bedroom. Thanks to the sunlight, she could see everything inside.

"Now, where is this fucking key."

She started to research cabinet drawers next to the bed. Nothing. She looked in the one next to the wall. No key but something that looked like a grenade. A flash grenade more precisely. She just knew it because of a documentary that she saw not a long time ago. Charlie still took it in her hand nervously, afraid that it could explode at any moment, even if it was necessary to withdraw the pin for that.

"What the fuck is this thing doing here?"

Keeping the grenade in her hand, she walked over to the last piece of furniture near the window. As she arrived in front of it, she heard footsteps and the door that was starting to unlock.

"Fuck, Fuck."

Charlie decided to hide near the cupboard, on the other side of the room. She only had time to kneel against the bed, and the door opened. Charlie spotted some black boots near the entrance that walked towards the wall, copying what she had done earlier: looking for something. Finding nothing, he headed for the office that Charlie was going to inspect. It was a man with dark blond hair and an imposing build. He wore a blue sweater, with a rifle slung around his back, with black pants, which included several small saddlebags. Charlie didn't know whether or not she should be happy that a seemingly non-nutty person was in front of her. She wanted to try her luck jumping on the bed to reach the door, but as soon as she got up the floor creaked.

"Great."

The man turned quickly, pointing a gun at her.

"Don't shoot, please," she begged, raising her hands in front of her. Glancing at his face, Charlie couldn't help but notice how gorgeous the man looked as she could see in his eyes scanning her from top to bottom with questioning. The young woman had almost forgotten that she had changed her clothes for those of a villager, keeping only her pants under the petticoats of the dress. It helps her a lot to blend in with the crowd.

"Charlie Miller?" asked the man lowering his weapon. The young woman nodded, frowning. What she was going to ask, but she couldn't trust a man just because he knew her name and seemed more reassuring and good-looking than the others.

"Who are you?"

"My name's Leon. I'm here on the president's order," he said.

"Good," she replied, looking at the wide open door still not sure if she should trust him. "Then... We need to find Ashley quickly."

"Do you know where she is?"

"No, sorry."

The man, Leon, just nodded. His expression showed no concern.

"We need to go now. Stay behind me and do as I say," he orders her in an authoritative tone as he heads for the exit. "Give me that too", he said pointing with his chin, at the grenade that was still in her right hand.

"No. I found it, I keep it."

Before Leon could respond, an enormous gray-skinned man with a hat and a long black beard entered. Leon pulled out his gun ordering Charlie to stay away.

"Like going to him crossed my mind, silly!" she thought as a joke to try to remove some of her stress. That was always her reflex.

Leon began to shoot him but it didn't disturb the man. Instead, he just kicked the agent which made him cross the room. He approached Leon to crush his arm with his foot to prevent him from taking his gun back. The man ends up lifting Leon with one hand and bringing him close to the window while strangling him. Charlie jumped up on the bed and held the flash grenade firmly in her hand.

"Your blood has accepted the gift," said the enormous man.

"Close your eyes, Leon!" screamed Charlie, removing the pin before throwing the grenade at the man's feet. She didn't take a chance and jumped to the other side of the bed to reach the door. As she went downstairs, the young woman heard an explosion and gunshots ring out.

"It's not so complicated to use grenades after all."

She ran to the front door, completely stoned, contrary to her arrival. She was able to walk only a few steps before a villager grabbed her and held her prisoner while others arrived, hearing the man growl or scream, Charlie didn't quite know.

"Fuck! Gets your dirty hands off of me!"

Charlie tried to fight back as best she could, but nothing, they wouldn't let go. She heard the man's heavy footsteps coming up behind her, pushing the villagers away without difficulty. He then took the young woman to lift her on his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.

"Let me fucking go you bastard!"

He replied nothing. Instead, he just walked and took her to a place she didn't know yet and she fell asleep without being able to understand how.

[koogl001]

Wrong Target

Requested by: ❤️ @oyasumimosura ❤️ May I please request some Stolas x wife! Reader? An Au where Stolas got into a healthy relationship with someone who loves him for who he is. Perhaps the reader rescued Stolas when they were little since she’s more athletic and catches him before he could hit the ground, they both didn’t know that they will soon be married. While (y/n)’s sister which is Stella doesn’t like Stolas that much and even abuses him whenever she’s away. That one time when they were adults when she caught Stella about to slap Stolas she was very angry with Stella that she banned her from coming into her home. In the end, Stella did hire Striker who ended up killing (y/n) while she was protecting Octavia. Like I need some angst where Stolas came home and looked so happy but to find the house was messy. He finds Octavia crying and beside her was (y/n)’s lifeless body.

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

“Oh dear, you should have seen him. Stolas of the Ars Goetia, the Great Prince of Hell, stuck in a tree not knowing how to get down. He was gripping it as if it was his life line. I thought at the time that he was the biggest drama queen I have ever seen, and look at him now, I was so right!”  

Octavia heartily laughed with me as I draped the covers over her and with a quick kiss on the forehead, I bid her sweet dreams. I joined Stolas at the balcony with a blanket and tea to relax.  

“So my dear, what were you telling our little owlet that made your laughter carry all the way here?” 

We snuggled under the blanket, enjoying the peacefulness of each other's company. Being a parent was harder than you could have imagined, but the best thing that ever happened in your life. Your side of the family was not ideal, with an overly dramatic and cold older brother and an aggressive and jealous twin sister.  

“I was just telling our little princess how we first met, love.”  

I caressed my husband's cheek, closely inspecting it and finding a red handprint on it.  

“Dear Lucifer, whatever happened to you?”  

“Nothing my Calytrix, you needn't worry about me.” 

His eyes avoided mine and from the tone of his voice, I could tell he was not sincere with me. Yet pushing him would make him even more uncomfortable, which you didn’t want. With worry still evident in your eyes, you rested your head on his shoulder, slowly falling into dream land.  

“Enough!” 

You shouted, catching Stella’s hand as it was about to connect with the already reddened cheek of your husband. You always knew your sister was a confrontational person, but to resort to violence, much less trying to hurt her own brother-in-law was outrageous. You certainly didn’t expect to see the two fighting when you returned from your play-date with Octavia and Charlie.  

“I will not tolerate violence in this household! Leave, and never come back!”  

I sent Stella a deadly glare as she smashed the door behind her strongly enough it almost came out of its hinges. Oh, how blind you were. Suddenly all those marks and occasional bruises Stolas sported made so much sense.  

“Come love, I need to tend to your wounds.”  

Gently grabbing his hand, I led Stolas to our bedroom. As I wept, begging for forgiveness for being so naïve and blind to the situation, we spent the rest of the day in each other's embrace.  

“I don’t care who you have to go thru, make it happen!” 

Stella shouted at the phone. Her sister dared to go against her, which was a grave mistake. She would not have her killed, no. She would have her suffer seeing the deaths of all those she held close, starting with her husband and her own child. A fate worse than death.  

“Understood.” 

“Starfire, Starflower, wherever are you hiding?” 

Stolas exclaimed, walking into his home. In order to have a relaxing afternoon with his family after what happened, he personaly went and booked the Loo Loo Land for a whole day only for his two darlings. They could enjoy the rides without having to wait in lines, win prizes, watch a private clown show and eat as many sweets as they would like.  

“Love?” 

He continued walking towards Octavia’s room, hearing slight noises emerging from within. As he carefully opened the door, his heart stopped. His little princess was crying hunched over a body. Your body.  

“(Y/N)!” 

Your cold corpse sprawled on the floor, a massive wound right through the heart, blood everywhere. This is wrong. This can’t be. This is not REAL! Stolas fell on his knees next to his daughter, screaming with all his power.  

“(Y/N)…"  

He took Octavia into his arms, taking her out of the room.  

“I failed to kill the right target. It won’t happen again.” 

A pale imp reported to his employer without a care in the world.  

“It better not...” 

[sathina]

Hope

Repost from my other acc!

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - drunk out of your mind, trying to fix your relationship

Warnings - angst, talk about cheating,

Your head was thumping, it felt like someone was playing drums as loud as they could.

At this point everything felt like muscle memory. Your hand was rustling through your bag, trying to find the small device. You didn't know what you were doing, a part of you didn't want to do it. But the alcohol screamed louder than your own thoughts.

Finally fishing out your phone, you scrolled through the contact list on it. Your eyes couldn't focus, you didn't even know if you were calling the right number, but when his cranky voice rang out, you knew you couldn't hang up now.

" Y/n?" On the other side of the city, Jack was confused. Why were you calling now? In the middle of the night, especially after you ignored every call and text he sent you.

He could hear many voices on the other line, some shitty music and kissing noises were thrown into the mix too.

" Jack, I hope you understand what you did, hurt me. If you are with that bitch right now I want you to tell her that when she's done with you, I'm not gonna take you back-"

" Baby, of course I'm not with her-"

" You don't get to pull this baby bullshit on me. You don't have those privilege's anymore." You sounded like you could cry any moment now. Your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence, you were broken. Completely and utterly shattered.

" Listen, just tell me where you are." Jack was ready to jump out of bed and come to your rescue. He didn't like the fact that you were probably alone somewhere, drunk and sad at the same time.

" Why do you care?" You raised your hand asking for another drink, the bartender placing another shot in front of you. " You didn't care where I was that night. So why fucking now?"

" I know that you're mad, ma. But for your own safety, please." It was quiet for a moment, and honestly he thought that you might have fallen asleep, but then the question he was wondering fell from your lips.

" Why did you do it, Jack?" It was simple, you almost sounded bored and tired while asking it. But it wasn't that at all. For weeks the wheels in your head couldn't stop spinning around those five words. At the start you blamed yourself. Maybe you were too boring, maybe there wasn't enough spice to your sex, he was away for months on end after all. He could have gotten bored of his own hand. But he could have talked to you. You both would have figured out what was wrong and could have solved it. Instead, he went out and got his dick wet the first chance he got.

" Look, we can talk about it in person. Tell me where you are, mama. I'll pick you up." Even in your intoxicated daze he sounded genuine. Your brain screamed at you to hang up, you knew you were gonna get caught up in his ways yet again, but your heart said otherwise. People always say to follow your heart, that there's nothing greater than love, but every time you open up that same love stabs you back. It already happened with Jack once, what if it happens again? 

Either way you turned to the bartender, nearly shouting your question.

" What's the name of this bar?"

On the other side of the line Jack could hear murmuring, he was already dressed and ready to head out. Only grabbing his keys and waiting for you to answer.

" Some 'Soul Escape'." You slightly chuckled when you repeated the words. " Ironic, isn't it?"

" Stay where you are honey. I'm gonna be there."

It only took Jack a couple minutes to speed down the road, and when he pulled up, he saw you standing outside.

Your hair was a mess, makeup running down your face while you were shivering from the cool night air.

He opened the passenger side door, letting you climb inside before shutting them. He got back into his driver's seat, for a couple of seconds staring ahead of him before turning to you.

" Just drive me home." You said before he could even let out the smallest sound. You were tired, you wanted to sleep, you had no energy to talk.

The entire drive back was spent in silence. When you both finally pulled up, you quickly got out to turn back and look at Jack. With a small smile on your face you nodded in his way. " Thank you."

And just that small gesture made hope bloom inside his chest. Hope that he will hang on till the day he gets you back.

[milkytheholy1]

The Infection

A/N: Shadow x GNReader. Spoilers for the IDW comic.

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The mission was long and hard, you had spent multiple days just planning the damn thing. But now that it was here, you still felt unprepared. You were saddled with Team Dark, you've, of course, heard of them before; they're the talk of the town back at the base.

You've worked with them all individually on separate missions over the years, it was a surprise to everyone when they found out you and Shadow worked so well together. You'll always remember Rouge saying she'd never seen him so "Chatty", even if you only recall him speaking a total number of five times.

But that's not the point, you're getting off track. You had spent many days researching, prepping and training for this mission, the commander had called it "Intense" and so far, you were inclined to agree with him. 

G.U.N. was tracking this evil, mad scientist and not the egg-shaped kind; or so they thought. Doctor Starline was his name, he seemed to be a rooky, new to the long list of criminals that sought to keep a firm grip on Earth. 

From the little information you had on the guy, he was a Doctor Eggman fanboy and a good one at that. Not only had he found the doctor, or at the time Mr Tinker, but he'd also managed to kidnap the guy and bring back his more 'colourful' side. 

You had heard about the fight between Sonic and Shadow, something along the lines of forgive and forget. But if you knew Shadow, and you did, he wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. As mentioned before, you and Shadow were fairly close, well, as close as you could get to him. He considered you a friend and an ally, ranked with the likes of Rouge and Omega. 

You'd spar together and sometimes, on a rare occasion, he'd accompany you to get lunch. Sure, he'd just stare until you finished eating, maybe offering a small conversation here and there; but it's the thought that counts, right?

Anyway, back to the mission. It was meant to be intense, but nothing could have prepared you for this. You were only meant to infiltrate one of Eggman's old facilities to grab any information you could get on his next evil scheme. The world hadn't even begun the repairs after his first invasion. 

So far you were in the clear, finding the facility abandoned save for a few badniks traversing around the place. They were easy enough to conquer. When you had finally found the computer room, you sought to find anything you could, there had been rumblings of another big attack.

Just as you were snooping around the whole facility went dark, shutting off the computer with it. You growled, smashing a fist against the monitor "Damn you! Damn you to hell!" you cursed out. A wavering static flooded your hearing before a voice called out to you, "(Y/N), we're picking up some energy readings coming your way. Looks like you've been spotted, sweetheart." Rouge mused.

You sighed but complied. Hauling yourself out of the facility before any of Eggman's lackeys could find you. You crawled back to the rendezvous point where Team Dark were waiting. Each had their own mission, it was the same as yours: find information. 

"Sooooo, how'd it go?" Rouge asked, she was hovering in the air, somehow looking real cosy. You huffed, folding your arms over your chest, "The stupid computer shut off, I wasn't able to get anything."

"So, you were spotted then?" Shadow questioned, you hadn't noticed him leaning under the shade of the tree, hiding from the bright sunny rays. You nodded your head, eyes downcast, "After all the hard work I put into it too, Eggman can suck my-"

"Oh look! I've got a message from Amy!" Rouge shouted out, clearly trying to move the conversation along. You all leaned over her shoulder just to catch a peek at the message, "Why do we need to do that? We don't do rescue missions a lot." you huffed.

Shadow agreed with you, stepping away from the small crowd, "Still, it's work for the resistance and we should help any way we can."

"Affirmative, setting new mission credentials." Omega's voice echoed, you winced slightly, the guy really needed to install an inside voice and soon. You grabbed Rouge's wrist, choosing to ignore the squeal, "Zombots? What the hell are zombots?"

"Beats me, but if the resistance needs us, then it's gotta be important." Rouge shrugged. 

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"I hate it here, I hate it here, I hate it here!" you kept repeating, using a stop sign to beat away the zombots. Rouge flew overhead, securing the civilians before joining you.

"Oh, c'mon, it's not all that bad. They've got lovely shops that I hope to one day steal from." she mused, using some fallen debris to kick a zombot in the head.

"Yeah, I'm glad that's what you're focusing on right now, not the horde of zombies!" you were freaking out, you weren't trained for this; you didn't think anyone was. The crowds were getting thicker, more and more people were mutating.

"Where's Shadow already, he's taking too long!" you yelled out, swatting away a fist with the sign. Rouge flew up into the air to get an overhead view, she sighed then landed, "No sign of him, but he'll be here."

You leapt back when another swing was coming at you, "Dude, that's so unfair you know I can't hit you back!" you growled out. Another swing and you were pushed up against the only defence the civilians had, "Woah!" you cried out. Rouge had wrapped an arm around you and pulled you up on the turned-over cars.

"That was a close one, you owe me." she batted her eyes at you. You pushed her aside, laughing, "Save it for the Knucklehead." she blushed at that. Just then, when all hope looked lost, a blue streak flew through the air.

"Hey, guys! Hope I'm not missing out on anything." Sonic smirked. kicking a zombot with his foot. You sighed, waving him over, "You're just in time, for once. We've got the civilians inside, but we can't hold this position forever."

"Where's the rest of your team?" he asked, concerned. Rouge cupped her eyes, scouting out over the crowd, "Omega's somewhere in there, and as for Shadow, he said he was bringing transport but that was over thirty minutes ago."

"You don't think something bad's happened to him, right?" You asked worried, maybe you had a little soft spot for the guy, so shoot me! You just wanted to know he was okay, you had no clue how you'd survive if he became one of those things.

"Picking up transport, really? I didn't know he cared." Sonic teased, spin dashing another zombot away. You understood why Shadow had to restrain himself when around Sonic, because at this point, you too wanted to slap him so hard his head would explode.

Shadow had been nothing but kind to you in all the years you knew him, he was but a gentlemen even during hard times. Sure, there were maybe one or two times where he snapped at you, but it's not like you weren't to blame. Shadow truly cares about you, and that meant when you did dumb shit he'd let you know about it. He'd baby you a lot, persuade you not to go on missions or at the very least allow him to tag along and ultimately save the day.

You were annoyed at first, not understanding why he wouldn't let you do something on your own. But then you compare it to how he treated everyone else, protecting was the only way Shadow knew how to care for people.

You shook your head when a loud revving sound was heard, the hordes of zombots were shoved aside as a large, black truck pulled up. Once the dust settled, the door swung open to reveal none other than Shadow The Hedgehog; and he looked pissed. 

But you couldn't lie and say you weren't happy to see him, you were over the moon.

"There you are, what's the matter? Couldn't find a bigger one?" Sonic joked, but Shadow wasn't having any of it. He held a finger out, close to prodding Sonic in the chest "Shut up."

"Easy, Shadow, he was kidding." you jumped down to the pair, knowing if you didn't intervene there would be a fight. Shadow pulled you towards him, he didn't want you anywhere near Sonic, "This is his fault. If I had destroyed Eggman in the Windmill Village, none of this would be happening." he seethed.

"Some creep named Starline made him evil again! Nobody could have seen that coming!" Sonic argued back, but the name rang familiar. Starline, as in Doctor Starline? The same Starline on G.U.N's wanted list, the very Starline you were tasked with hunting down. 

"Feh, excuses." Shadow huffed, hands tightening into fists. Sonic waved his arms around, "Yo, I'm dealing with it too! I'm infected, see!"

"It's what you deserve," Shadow growled, you slapped him on the arm, giving him a warning with your glare. He shook it off, still choosing to burn hatred over the blue hedgehog than get a grip and focus on the now.

"(Y/N), I need you over here!" Rouge shouted, you sighed but left, albeit reluctantly. You joined her side, helping her with the survivors. But you couldn't stop thinking about Shadow, he was going to do something stupid, you just knew it. No matter how smart he was, the moment he saw Sonic his brain went dumb.

It was just an excuse to one-up him and call it helping.

You saw Sonic leave, his body coated in silver. Shadow watched him for a moment before meeting with Omega and giving him new orders, you couldn't hear them from here, but soon you saw Omega grow closer to the truck.

"C'mon people, we haven't got all day! Move it or lose it!" You shouted, but your eyes never left the ebony hedgehog. Shadow launched into battle, flipping over massive groups of zombots without care. Once he landed, he began using his chaos powers left, right and centre.

Rouge stood by your side, watching along as sparks and flashes of green enveloped the crowds, "Damn it, Shadow...You're being reckless." you whispered out. A scream broke you out of your trance, a zombot had made it through to the survivors. You dashed down, grabbing your stop sign and whacking it as hard as you could, however, the sign had no effect.

You stepped back a little, swinging the sign once again, but nothing was working. 

"Errr, Rouge? We gotta leave, we gotta go right now! Load everyone on that truck and move it!" you yelled out, still trying to attack the single zombot. Even if one of these things gets through that could mean the end for you, Rouge and everyone on that truck. The bat complied, practically shoving everyone onto the small space, yelling at them when they whined.

She called out to you, telling you to hurry up and get on. But you knew you couldn't do that, they needed a clear path and you were too close to getting infected, who's to say you weren't already with all these close calls.

"I'm not leaving you!" she called back and sat behind the wheel. You ducked back from a very dangerous claw, "I'll catch a ride with Shadow, just get out of here!" Rouge was reluctant, but she knew nothing would change your mind, so she started up the engine.

Shadow had managed to bide some time, dodging another attack and kicking a zombot in the head, "Hmph, resilient." he seethed, watching as the thing got right back up.

"The Doctor's metal virus can't infect the ultimate lifeform!" he ploughed through the rest of the crowd, using the fire from his shoes to burn the zombots.

"SHADOW!" he heard you scream out, his ear flickered before he pinpointed your location. Why the hell weren't you on that truck already? He tried to move over to you, using Omega as cover. 

You were growing tired, swinging around a big sign for an hour would do that. Although, now instead of facing off against one zombot you were swamped with an entire crowd. And with the flimsy sign doing nothing, you were afraid you wouldn't make it out of here alive.

Just before a hand could reach out to you, black and red clouded your vision. Shadow performed a spindash, kicking away anything that came close to you. He kept his attention on the fight, but still spoke to you "Why aren't you with the others!"

"Zombots got through the barriers, I stayed behind so the truck could get away. It was the only way."

"Lies. You should have gotten on that truck, this place isn't safe anymore; there are too many of them."

"Even for the ultimate lifeform?" you teased, Shadow didn't respond straight away. He made sure he was always in front of you, nothing was going to get past him, "(Y/N), I've failed you."

"What do you mean?"

"We're not making it out of here, there's too many of them. Realistically, we never stood a chance. That's why I made sure Rouge got you on that truck, that damned bat." he grunted. You shook your head, tears starting to cloud your vision, "You never planned to get out of here, did you?"

He remained silent, you grabbed his shoulder from behind, "Shadow? Answer me, please?"

"I-I did what I thought was best. If you were out of here then that was good enough. I don't matter."

"W-what? Of course you matter, you matter to me! How'd you just expect me to go on knowing you're one of these metallic freaks? What if there's no cure, what if Tails can't do anything and you're stuck like this forever?"

As you were ranting, a zombot was in arms reach of touching you without you noticing. But Shadow did. He caught the thing by its neck, holding it into the air before throwing it at the crowd, knocking them down like bowling pins. You gasped, seeing the metallic residue on Shadow's glove. He was infected.

"You need to go, find Omega and he'll get you out of here." Shadow continued to fight, though now there was more of a gap between you both. You surged forward with the stop sign, swinging it with vengeance, "I'm not leaving you!"

He turned to you with a new emotion in his eyes, you've never seen him look so...vulnerable.

"Y-you'd prefer to stay with me? Become another one of Eggman's slaves?" the infection was spreading fast, his legs were already coated in the stuff. You shook your head, "I'm not going anywhere without you."

Shadow smiled, offering his hand out to you, "Then, will you be my forever?" You grasped his hand, watching as the infection moved from his palm onto yours. It felt cold, but you weren't scared. You were with Shadow, you could never be scared with him around.

You continued to fight, side by side, your hands still interlocked. But that all stopped when the viruses spread to your heads, nearly clouding your vision. With the last of his rational thought, Shadow surged forward to lock your lips. You pushed back just as hard, tears pouring down your cheeks.

That's the last thing you remember before the virus took over and Crisis City fell to the Eggman Empire.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Hi hi hi! I know you already wrote something with Desire being captured by the Reader - but my idea is different.

Desire x Reader in love, they are happy together, etc. But someday, Desire disappears!

They is being captured alike Dream had been, imprisoned for a long time, and thought everyone gave up on them. But the Reader never lost hope and eventually manage to find and rescue Desire.

Please, please make it as much angsty as you can, I'm really in a mood for angst! :3

Ah your referring to desire saving the reader when you were captured, Sounds interesting let's get this started.

Warning: Angst, Abuse, angst with happy ending

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I'm Not Giving Up

You and Desire were together for a long time, longer than you thought. but you loved every moment. you knew what made them happy and they knew what made you happy. you both knew each other's likes and dislikes, and the bond you both had was stronger than you both thought as well.

you both were also very mischieve in sharing with each other the plots you planned on doing and sometimes helping in making sure the other works. of course it wasn't always successful. you both knew the consequences of being together as well as being a mortal and Desire an endless but that doesn't stop the love you both share.

One day however you felt something was wrong and you rub your chest lightly. you didn't pay mind to it while your day-to-day task and such. However, that changed when Desire never came to visit you for two months now. you was use to them not visiting for long periods but you always knew when they would come because you felt them near. but this was different it was scarying you.

Dream told you not to worry about it saying thats how there were, but you knew better. You spoke with Despair who said she didn't see them for a long time as well.

You was laying in your bed trying to figure out what happened. Somewhere Desire was trapped within a barrier only thing was the captures didn't know exactly who Desire was. However the alot things changed.

You felt it to but fought through it...everyone seem to lack the desire to do anything jobs were lost it was as if everyone had given up. "Love...please hold on" you said before talking to Death telling her how is it you was able to ignore whats happening. "Because you still love my little brother y/n and I cant pinpoint where they are...i have to tell you something... Desire made it clear they loved you and told me to grant you immortality until you grow tired of living or....them. you was surprised but you hugs death who was shocked but hugs you back. "Then i would use this to find my them"

Months turned to years but within the tenths year you felt your heart quicken feeling desire suddenly and you followed that feeling until you stopped at a fancy home "im here love"

You mumble before sneaking inside and looking around.....you heard people talking "I'm taking a break not like that freak can leave" your blood boiled. How dare they. You rushed over quickly knocking one out by hitting him hard in the back of his neck and choke hold the other and once out cold you took the keys and rushed to where you saw them exit.

You unlock it and slip inside locking it from the inside rushing down the stairs and skip a few after jumping and landing. You rush to the pillar where there was someone standing there in front of Desire, who was in a weird spell circle but they had them chain. Your heart beats faster hearing the man complain about feeling nothing and blaming desire for it. Desire in turn shrugs the man growls punching Desire square in the face.

"Thats it" you run fast towards the man and yelled tackling them to the ground you was in a blind rage and the hatred grew stronger with each punch you delivered to the mans face until he was out cold and possibly unrecognizable after the beating.

You was crying at this point and looked down at the barrier on the floor and simply broke the circle watching break the chains with ease. "You came" they said softly surprised even. "Why wouldn't" you cried and hug desire close to you feeling them hold you closer as well. "Thank you love"

Ever since then Desire made it their business to give you any and everything you desired, never leaving your side whenever you cling to him mumbling don't go and lastly thanking you ever chance they have for never giving up on them.

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And there you have it I hope you liked it. Let me know any request you desire~

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