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Holiday special : Caitlyn kiramman x female reader

The snowfall outside softly blanketed the streets of Piltover, muffling the usual hustle and bustle of the city. Inside Caitlyn Kiramman’s cozy apartment, the atmosphere was anything but calm. Boxes of ornaments and tangled strings of lights were scattered across the floor, a clear sign of the holiday spirit Caitlyn had wholeheartedly embraced. Y/N stood in the corner, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with a mixture of bemusement and discomfort.

“Y/N, can you please pass me that garland?” Caitlyn’s voice was chipper, her hands deftly unraveling a string of fairy lights. She didn’t even look up from her task.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and gestured vaguely at the pile of decorations. “Which one is the garland?”

Caitlyn paused, her lips quirking into an amused smile. She glanced over her shoulder at Y/N, who stood awkwardly amidst the festive chaos. “The green one that looks like it’s made of pine needles.”

With a sigh, Y/N reached down, picking up the garland and holding it out like it might bite her. Caitlyn laughed softly as she took it from Y/N’s hands, her fingers brushing against the taller woman’s rougher ones.

“You’re really not into Christmas, are you?” Caitlyn asked, her tone light but curious.

Y/N shrugged, her stoic expression softening slightly as she glanced out the window at the falling snow. “Never really celebrated it. Just another day to me.”

Caitlyn’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly masked it with her usual determination. “Well, that just means I’ll have to make this one extra special. Maybe you’ll change your mind about the holidays.”

Y/N gave a noncommittal grunt, her eyes scanning the room. She’d always been more comfortable in the shadows, in the chaos of Zaun’s underbelly, or even in the heat of battle. This…this domesticity was foreign to her. But Caitlyn, with her infectious energy and warm smile, made it bearable—even enjoyable, though Y/N would never admit that out loud.

“Here, help me with the lights,” Caitlyn said, holding up a long strand of twinkling bulbs. “We’ll hang them around the window.”

Y/N hesitated but eventually took one end of the lights. Together, they worked in a comfortable silence, Caitlyn giving occasional instructions while Y/N did her best to follow them. Despite her initial reluctance, Y/N found herself getting drawn into the task. The lights cast a warm glow across the room, reflecting in Caitlyn’s bright blue eyes as she stepped back to admire their handiwork.

“Perfect,” Caitlyn said, a satisfied smile on her face.

Y/N’s lips twitched into a small smirk. “Not bad.”

Caitlyn turned to face her, a teasing glint in her eyes. “See? You’re already getting into the spirit.”

Y/N snorted softly, her arms crossing over her broad chest. “Don’t push it, Kiramman.”

They continued decorating, Caitlyn’s cheerful chatter filling the room. Y/N found herself surprisingly at ease, her usual guarded demeanor slipping away in the warmth of Caitlyn’s presence. When they hung the ornaments on the tree, Caitlyn insisted on handing Y/N the most ridiculous ones, like a glitter-covered poro and a miniature cupcake. Y/N rolled her eyes but placed them on the tree without complaint, earning a delighted grin from Caitlyn.

As they worked, Caitlyn retrieved a small sprig of greenery with white berries tied with a red ribbon. She held it up, her smile mischievous. “And this,” she said, “is the finishing touch.”

Y/N tilted her head, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s that?”

Caitlyn’s grin widened. “Mistletoe. It’s a holiday tradition. You hang it up, and if two people find themselves underneath it, they…well, they…”

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “They what?”

Caitlyn hesitated, her cheeks tinged with a faint pink. “They…kiss,” she said softly, her eyes flickering to Y/N’s face.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, a rare moment of surprise breaking through her usually stoic expression. “Why?”

Caitlyn laughed, the sound light and melodic. “It’s just a tradition. It’s supposed to be romantic.”

Y/N’s gaze shifted to the mistletoe, then back to Caitlyn. Her mind worked quickly, processing the information. “So if someone’s under that thing, they’re expected to kiss whoever’s with them?”

“That’s the idea,” Caitlyn said, her voice a little quieter now, her cheeks growing pinker under Y/N’s steady gaze.

Y/N nodded slowly, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Seems like a strange tradition.”

Caitlyn laughed again, nervously this time. She moved to hang the mistletoe above the doorway, stretching onto her toes. “It’s harmless fun,” she said, her voice slightly strained as she tried to reach.

Without a word, Y/N stepped forward, taking the mistletoe from Caitlyn’s hands. Their fingers brushed, and Caitlyn’s breath hitched. Y/N easily reached up and secured the sprig above the doorway, her height making the task effortless.

When she stepped back, she found Caitlyn standing directly beneath the mistletoe, looking up at her with a mixture of nervousness and something else Y/N couldn’t quite place.

“So, does that mean we’re supposed to…” Y/N trailed off, her voice unusually tentative.

Caitlyn’s eyes searched Y/N’s face, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Only if you want to,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s heart thudded in her chest, a sensation she wasn’t accustomed to. She’d faced danger and death countless times without flinching, but standing here, under a sprig of mistletoe with Caitlyn Kiramman, she felt…uncertain.

Caitlyn stepped closer, her hand lightly brushing against Y/N’s arm. “It’s okay if you don’t,” she said, her voice gentle. “I just…I wanted you to feel included. To feel like you’re part of something.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, her usual stoicism giving way to something more vulnerable. She looked down at Caitlyn, her voice quiet but steady. “I already do.”

For a moment, they stood there, the room silent except for the faint hum of the fairy lights. Then, slowly, Y/N leaned down, her lips brushing softly against Caitlyn’s. The kiss was brief, almost hesitant, but it held a depth of emotion that words couldn’t convey.

When they pulled apart, Caitlyn’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining with happiness. Y/N’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile, a rare sight that Caitlyn couldn’t help but admire.

“Maybe this holiday isn’t so bad,” Y/N said, her voice low but warm.

Caitlyn laughed softly, her hand slipping into Y/N’s. “I’ll make a Christmas lover out of you yet.”

Y/N chuckled, a sound that was both surprising and comforting. “Don’t push your luck.”

As the snow continued to fall outside, the two of them stood together, their hands entwined and the warmth of the season wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt a sense of peace, a feeling of belonging she hadn’t known she’d been missing. And it was all thanks to Caitlyn and her relentless holiday spirit.

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Caitlyn kiramman x female reader

The escape plan

Ghosts of the Past

The safe house Caitlyn had arranged was a modest hideout on the outskirts of Piltover. It was quiet, secluded, and far enough from prying eyes to allow them time to regroup.

Y/N stood at the window, gazing out at the city lights in the distance. Her posture was relaxed, but her mind was far from still. Vi sat at the small table, drumming her fingers anxiously, while Caitlyn was in the corner, tinkering with her rifle.

The silence stretched until Vi finally spoke. “You’re gonna tell me what’s going on, right? About Jhin?”

Y/N’s lips twitched into a faint smile, though her gaze remained fixed on the window. “You really want to open that box, Vi?”

“Yes,” Vi said firmly, leaning forward. “You disappeared for years, and now I find out you have a brother—a brother who’s infamous, by the way. How does that even work?”

Caitlyn looked up, intrigued. “You’re Jhin’s sister?”

Y/N sighed, turning to face them. “Jhin and I...we’re complicated. He’s my brother, yes, but we’re not close in the traditional sense. We share a bond, but it’s one built on understanding, not affection.”

“What kind of understanding?” Caitlyn asked, her tone cautious.

Y/N stepped closer to the table, her expression unreadable. “We both see death as more than an end. For Jhin, it’s art—a masterpiece to be created with precision and care. For me...it’s a host. Something inevitable, something I’ve embraced. Death isn’t cruel or kind. It simply is.”

Vi frowned, her frustration evident. “That doesn’t explain why you never told me about him.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, a rare flicker of vulnerability breaking through. “Because it wasn’t your burden to carry, Vi. Jhin and I have our own paths, our own ways of dealing with the world. Bringing you into that would’ve only made things harder.”

As the conversation settled, Caitlyn found herself drawn to Y/N’s perspective. “You speak about death as if it’s a friend.”

“In a way, it is,” Y/N replied, leaning against the wall. “You’d be surprised how much clarity it brings. Most people fear it, run from it, but it’s the one constant we all share.”

Caitlyn studied her, her curiosity growing. “And Jhin? Does he share that clarity?”

Y/N’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Jhin sees the beauty in it, the symmetry. For him, every kill is a performance, a statement. I respect that, even if I don’t always agree with his methods.”

“You respect him?” Vi asked, disbelief lacing her voice. “The guy’s a psycho.”

“Maybe,” Y/N admitted, shrugging. “But he’s also a genius. You can’t deny that.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of Y/N’s words settling over them. Caitlyn found herself wondering what it would be like to see the world through Y/N’s eyes—a world where death wasn’t something to fear but something to understand.

Later that night, while Caitlyn and Vi were sleeping, Y/N sat alone by the window. The faint hum of the city outside was a stark contrast to the stillness of the room. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, intricately folded piece of paper.

Unfolding it, she found a single line written in Jhin’s precise, elegant handwriting: “Every stage needs its performer, sister. When will you embrace yours?”

Y/N smirked, the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes. Jhin always had a flair for the dramatic. She folded the paper carefully and tucked it back into her pocket, her thoughts drifting to their shared past.

Jhin had always been the artist, the perfectionist. Even as children, he had a fascination with detail, with creating something beautiful out of chaos. Y/N, on the other hand, had been the realist, the pragmatist. Where Jhin sought beauty, she found purpose. Their views aligned just enough to coexist but diverged enough to keep them apart.

The next morning, Caitlyn found Y/N sitting on the steps outside the safe house, her expression distant. She hesitated for a moment before joining her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Caitlyn asked.

Y/N shook her head. “Too much on my mind.”

Caitlyn sat beside her, her rifle resting across her lap. “I’ve been trying to figure you out.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “Good luck with that.”

“You’re not what I expected,” Caitlyn admitted. “When Vi mentioned you, I thought you’d be...different.”

“Different how?”

“Angrier. Bitter. But you’re...calm. Like you’ve made peace with everything.”

Y/N turned to her, her gaze piercing. “Making peace doesn’t mean forgetting. I’ve done things I can’t undo, Caitlyn. But I’ve also accepted that those things are part of who I am.”

Caitlyn nodded slowly, her respect for Y/N growing. “You and Jhin...do you think you’ll ever see him again?”

“Probably,” Y/N said with a faint smile. “Our paths tend to cross when we least expect it.”

Caitlyn hesitated before asking, “And when they do, what happens?”

Y/N’s expression softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability breaking through. “That depends on him.”

As the days passed, the group worked on building a plan to stay ahead of the enforcers who were undoubtedly hunting them. Y/N proved invaluable, her experience and resourcefulness keeping them one step ahead.

Despite her initial reservations, Caitlyn found herself drawn to Y/N—not just her skills but the quiet strength beneath her stoic exterior. There was a complexity to her, a depth that Caitlyn couldn’t help but admire.

Vi, too, seemed to be healing. Though she and Y/N still had their differences, the bond they shared was undeniable. They often sparred in the mornings, their playful banter a reminder of the sibling-like relationship they had once shared.

But the shadow of Jhin lingered over them all, an unspoken reminder of the danger that still lay ahead.

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Caitlyn kiramman x female reader

The Shadows We Share

The Escape Plan

The path back through the corridors of Stillwater was tense. Vi kept sneaking glances at Y/N, as if to confirm she was real and not some phantom conjured by guilt. Caitlyn, on the other hand, was focused, her analytical mind already calculating how they would manage to get Y/N out alongside Vi.

“Caitlyn,” Vi muttered, keeping her voice low as they followed the warden. “We’re not leaving without her.”

“That complicates things,” Caitlyn replied, her tone clipped but understanding. “The more people we bring, the more attention we’ll attract.”

“I’m not leaving her here,” Vi snapped, her fists clenching. “We’ll figure it out.”

Behind them, Y/N followed silently, her stoic demeanor unshaken. She noticed the exchange but didn’t comment. Her mind was already at work, mapping the prison layout she had memorized over years of captivity. If this was her chance, she wasn’t going to squander it.

When they reached a secluded corner near the cell blocks, Caitlyn turned to Y/N. “Do you have any useful information about the guards or the layout?”

Y/N leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. “Useful? Yes. But I’m not handing it over without knowing what you’re really after.”

“We’re here to get Vi out,” Caitlyn said firmly. “You’re a...bonus.”

Y/N smirked faintly. “How flattering.”

Vi rolled her eyes. “Y/N, cut the cryptic crap. If you’ve got something, now’s the time.”

Y/N’s expression shifted, a flicker of something warmer—reminiscent of the sisterly bond they once shared. She relented with a small sigh. “Fine. The guards rotate every four hours, and the weakest point is the west gate. It’s minimally staffed because they assume no one gets that far.”

“That’s...convenient,” Caitlyn said, skepticism creeping into her voice.

“Convenience has nothing to do with it,” Y/N replied. “I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this. You just happened to bring it to me."

The trio moved quickly, keeping to the shadows as they made their way toward the west gate. The air was thick with unspoken tension, especially between Caitlyn and Y/N.

“You’re awfully calm for someone who’s supposed to be an inmate,” Caitlyn remarked quietly as they walked.

Y/N glanced at her, her lips twitching into a small smile. “And you’re awfully chatty for an enforcer.”

“I’m just trying to figure you out,” Caitlyn replied, her voice steady. “You don’t strike me as someone who belongs in a place like this.”

“That’s because you don’t know me,” Y/N said simply. “But I know your type—Piltover’s best and brightest, always thinking you’re a step ahead. You’re predictable.”

Caitlyn bristled, but before she could respond, Vi intervened. “Enough. Both of you.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “Relax, Vi. I’m just getting to know your...friend.”

“Yeah, well, save it for after we get out,” Vi said, shooting them both a warning look.

When they reached the west gate, Y/N’s intel proved accurate. The area was lightly guarded, and the trio quickly dispatched the two sentries patrolling the corridor. Caitlyn’s sharpshooting combined with Vi’s brute strength made for an efficient team, though Y/N watched them with an air of quiet judgment.

“You two work well together,” she observed as they approached the gate.

“Thanks,” Caitlyn said, her tone curt. “Now, how do we get this open?”

Y/N stepped forward, examining the control panel beside the gate. “Leave it to me.”

“You know how to hack this?” Vi asked, surprised.

“I’ve picked up a few skills,” Y/N replied, her fingers moving deftly over the keypad. “Being locked up doesn’t mean you stop learning.”

Within moments, the gate creaked open, revealing the cold, misty expanse of the sea beyond. Caitlyn glanced at Y/N, impressed despite herself. “Not bad.”

“I aim to please,” Y/N said with a small shrug.

“Let’s move,” Vi urged, stepping through the gate. “We’re not out yet.”

As they made their way toward the rendezvous point Caitlyn had arranged, the silence was heavy with unspoken questions. Finally, Caitlyn couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You’re different from what I expected,” she said to Y/N, her voice carefully measured.

Y/N raised a brow. “And what did you expect?”

“Someone...less composed,” Caitlyn admitted. “Most people in Stillwater lose themselves. You seem like you’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Y/N’s gaze turned distant. “Let’s just say I’ve had time to reflect.”

Vi, sensing where this was going, decided to ask the question she had been avoiding. “Y/N, what happened after they took you? Why didn’t you try to contact me?”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, and for the first time, a flicker of vulnerability broke through her stoic mask. “Because I didn’t want you to see what I’d become.”

“What are you talking about?” Vi demanded, her voice rising. “You’re still you.”

“Am I?” Y/N’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “Do you know how many lives I’ve taken? How many people I’ve hurt to survive?”

Vi fell silent, the weight of Y/N’s words sinking in.

Caitlyn, however, pressed on. “And your brother? Where does he fit into all this?”

Y/N froze, her expression hardening. “That’s none of your business.”

Vi looked between them, confused. “Your brother? I didn’t even know you had one.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know, Vi,” Y/N said quietly. “And it’s better that way.”

As they reached the extraction point, Caitlyn’s contacts were waiting with a small boat. The group boarded quickly, the roar of the waves muffling any further conversation. Y/N sat at the back, her eyes fixed on the horizon.

Caitlyn watched her from a distance, her curiosity growing. There was more to Y/N than she let on—something dark and deeply personal. Caitlyn wasn’t sure whether to trust her, but she couldn’t deny the strange pull she felt toward the stoic woman.

Vi sat beside Y/N, her usual bravado replaced with quiet determination. “You’re coming back with us,” she said firmly.

Y/N glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “If you say so.”

As the boat sped toward freedom, Caitlyn couldn’t shake the feeling that their troubles were far from over. Y/N’s connection to Jhin, her past as a hitman, and the unspoken bond she shared with Vi were all threads waiting to unravel.

Ghosts of the Past

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Caitlyn kiramman x female reader

The Shadows We Share

The damp, cold air of Stillwater Prison clung to every stone, the metallic tang of despair thick in the narrow corridors. Caitlyn adjusted her rifle strap as she followed the warden, her sharp eyes scanning for any sudden movement. She wasn’t here to gawk; she was here to get answers.

Vi, walking ahead of her in tense silence, had been more than reluctant to return. Stillwater was a scar, a place where guilt and anger intersected with memories she couldn’t fully ignore. She had grudgingly agreed to let Caitlyn help her—after all, Caitlyn wasn’t one to give up once her mind was set. And Vi? She couldn’t shake the feeling she’d left something behind here. Or someone.

As they reached the farthest block of cells, the warden slowed. “You sure this is the one you’re looking for?” he grunted, gesturing to a cell shrouded in shadows.

“I’ll know it when I see it,” Vi shot back, her voice sharp. Caitlyn glanced at her, sensing the tension beneath her bravado.

The cell in question wasn’t like the others. Its occupant didn’t bother pacing or glaring through the bars. Instead, they sat on a cot at the far end, back straight, head tilted slightly as if aware of their observers before they even approached.

When the figure turned, Caitlyn couldn’t help but notice how striking they were. The sharp planes of their face, the unmistakable strength in their posture, and yet, there was something else—a cold, calculating air that seemed almost suffocating.

Vi’s breath hitched. “Y/N?”

The woman blinked, recognition flickering across her stoic features. “Vi.” Her voice was low, even, as if the years hadn’t passed. “Took you long enough.”

Caitlyn watched the exchange curiously, her rifle steady in her grip. Y/N—Vi had called her that—wasn't just another inmate. There was a history here. She could see it in the subtle shift in Vi’s demeanor, the way her usual cockiness dimmed into something more subdued.

“Who’s this?” Y/N asked, her tone neutral but her gaze landing on Caitlyn with an almost clinical assessment.

“Caitlyn,” Vi muttered, waving a dismissive hand. “She’s with me.”

The corner of Y/N’s mouth quirked into what might’ve been a smirk. “With you? Didn’t think you’d take to making friends with enforcers.”

“I didn’t exactly have a choice,” Vi shot back, her fists clenching. “But you—you’re alive. How the hell are you here?”

Y/N leaned back slightly, the chains on her wrists clinking faintly. “Where else would I be? People like me don’t get to walk free, Vi. You know that.”

Caitlyn stepped forward. “And who are you, exactly?”

Y/N’s gaze snapped to her, sharp and unyielding. “Someone who doesn’t need to answer your questions.” Her eyes flicked back to Vi. “But maybe you should answer mine. What are you doing here?”

Vi exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “We’re here for something else. Didn’t expect to see you here, though.”

“You didn’t expect to see me because you forgot me,” Y/N replied flatly, her tone cutting but not bitter. “Not that I blame you. You had other priorities.”

“I didn’t forget,” Vi said, her voice low, almost pleading. “I thought you were—”

“Dead?” Y/N offered, tilting her head slightly. “Close enough.”

Caitlyn, feeling the tension growing, intervened. “You’re from Zaun?”

Y/N raised a brow. “A long time ago.”

“She’s more than that,” Vi interjected, her voice laced with guilt. “She’s—she was like a sister to me. She taught me how to fight, how to survive. Vander trusted her with everything.”

Caitlyn frowned, the pieces starting to fit together. Y/N wasn’t just another criminal. She was someone Vi had cared about deeply, someone who had been part of her past long before Stillwater.

The conversation shifted as Caitlyn pressed further. “If you were that close to Vander and the others, why are you here? What happened?”

Y/N’s eyes darkened, her expression unreadable. “Zaun has no shortage of people who want you dead. I made a living off that fact.” She paused, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Apparently, the Piltover authorities don’t appreciate hitmen in their streets.”

“You were arrested for assassination?” Caitlyn asked, her voice sharp.

“Among other things,” Y/N replied nonchalantly. “Stillwater’s my penance.”

Vi shook her head, a mixture of disbelief and frustration flashing across her face. “You could’ve gotten out. You’re too smart for this.”

“Getting out isn’t the problem,” Y/N said quietly. “Staying out is.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Caitlyn glanced between them, sensing that there was far more to this story than either of them was letting on.

Before the conversation could continue, the warden returned. “If you’re done reminiscing, we’ve got schedules to keep.”

Caitlyn nodded, but Vi hesitated, her gaze lingering on Y/N. “We’re getting out of here,” she said firmly. “All of us.”

Y/N raised a brow, her expression skeptical. “You really think it’s that simple?”

Caitlyn stepped forward. “It’s not simple, but it’s possible. If you’re willing to work with us.”

Y/N studied her for a long moment, her piercing gaze seeming to dissect Caitlyn’s every word. Finally, she nodded. “Fine. But don’t expect me to play nice.”

Vi smirked, the tension easing slightly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As they turned to leave, Y/N’s voice stopped them. “Vi.”

She looked back, her expression softening slightly. “Yeah?”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

The Escape Plan

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Kathryn hahn x female reader

The "Hot Ones" set was bustling with quiet excitement, a controlled chaos typical of pre-show preparation. Camera crew checked equipment, producers murmured among themselves, and a makeup artist made last-minute adjustments on Kathryn Hahn. Y/N sat across from her, observing the scene with a familiar calm. They had just finished working on a movie together, and now here they were, about to test their spice tolerance while answering questions that would dig deep into their lives and careers.

“Ready for this?” Kathryn asked, her wide grin flashing toward Y/N as she adjusted the lapel of her shirt.

Y/N smirked. “Born ready.” At 23, Y/N had already made a name for herself in horror, playing twisted killers that haunted the nightmares of many, but her recent turn as Knightmare in the Marvel universe was opening new doors. Her character, the daughter of the Seven Deadly Sins, was dark, complex, and thrilling to portray—just the kind of role Y/N loved.

Kathryn, on the other hand, was an actress with a range as wide as her laugh. The two had worked together on a thriller, a gritty, emotionally charged film, and the chemistry between them on screen had been palpable. Off-screen, that chemistry had turned into a solid friendship. And now, under the glow of studio lights, about to dive into an increasingly spicy array of wings, that camaraderie was about to be tested.

The host, Sean Evans, strolled in with his signature warm smile, taking a seat across from the two actresses. “You ready for this?” he asked, echoing Kathryn’s earlier question.

Kathryn gave a mock-terrified look, glancing at Y/N. “I thought I was until I remembered how much Y/N enjoys hot sauce.”

Y/N chuckled, her deep voice soft but edged with amusement. “I have a pretty high spice tolerance, so you’re in trouble, Hahn.”

Sean laughed. “We’ll see about that. Kathryn, Y/N, welcome to Hot Ones—the show with hot questions and even hotter wings. Let’s get started.”

The first wing was harmless, a simple kick of flavor without too much heat. They both handled it with ease, bantering back and forth about their experiences filming the movie. Sean jumped in with his first question for Y/N.

“Y/N, you’ve been known to dominate in the horror genre, playing some truly terrifying killers. What’s it like to play someone so evil, especially being so young?”

Y/N wiped her fingers with a napkin, thinking about her answer. “You know, it’s funny because I don’t think of them as evil when I’m playing them. I try to understand what makes them tick, why they do what they do. It’s more about understanding the character’s pain or trauma that leads them to those dark places. I’ve always been fascinated by the psychology of horror.” She glanced at Kathryn, who nodded in agreement. “And honestly, it’s pretty fun to play the bad guy. You get to let out all that chaos you’d never allow in real life.”

Sean nodded, intrigued. “And how does that translate into playing Knightmare in Marvel? She’s still dark, but she’s got that anti-hero edge.”

“Oh, definitely,” Y/N replied, leaning back in her chair. “Knightmare is all about redemption, but she’s also struggling with her nature. She’s the daughter of the Seven Deadly Sins, so she’s constantly fighting against her darker impulses. There’s something relatable about that—fighting your inner demons, you know?”

Kathryn cut in, laughing. “It’s wild because Y/N, in real life, is the least threatening person ever. You wouldn’t guess she plays these intense, terrifying characters by the way she’s so laid-back.”

Y/N gave her a playful nudge. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

They moved on to the next wing, which had a noticeable increase in heat. Kathryn started to feel the burn, her eyes widening slightly, while Y/N stayed cool, eating the wing like it was nothing.

“Okay, Kathryn, this one’s for you,” Sean said, holding back a laugh at her reaction to the spice. “You’ve had such a versatile career, from comedy to drama, and now this thriller with Y/N. What’s it been like switching between genres?”

Kathryn blew out a breath, fanning her face. “Whew, that’s hot. Uh, yeah, it’s been a wild ride. I love that I get to explore so many different kinds of roles. Comedy will always be my first love, but I also love getting into the grittier stuff, like our movie. There’s something so cathartic about diving into those deeper emotions.”

She turned to Y/N, her eyes bright. “Working with Y/N was a dream. She’s got this quiet intensity on set, and it just pulls you in. You can’t help but feed off of it.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “You make me sound like some brooding method actor.”

Kathryn raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

Y/N grinned. “Maybe a little.”

The third wing brought the heat up a notch, and while Kathryn squirmed in her seat, Y/N remained as calm as ever. The difference between their reactions was obvious, and it made the dynamic all the more entertaining for Sean and the audience.

“You’re not even breaking a sweat, Y/N,” Sean said, half amazed. “What’s your secret?”

Y/N shrugged casually. “I just like spicy food. Grew up eating it. Plus, after playing a serial killer in all these horror movies, I guess my pain threshold’s pretty high.”

Kathryn laughed through the heat building in her mouth. “You say that so casually, like, ‘Oh, just another day at the office, murdering people and eating fire.’”

Y/N gave her a sly smile. “Pretty much.”

The fourth wing hit hard, a noticeable jump in spice, and Kathryn visibly winced, reaching for her water. Y/N, however, still appeared unfazed, though she did take a sip of her water just to stay hydrated.

“You’ve worked on some pretty intense scenes together in your latest movie,” Sean said, wiping his own brow. “Was there a moment during filming where the tension on set was almost too real?”

Kathryn let out a deep breath, eyes still wide from the spice. “Oh, man, there was this one scene where Y/N’s character is supposed to be chasing mine down this dark alley. It was late at night, cold, and Y/N is just in full killer mode. She’s got this look in her eyes, and even though I know it’s all acting, for a split second, I thought, ‘Oh my God, I’m going to die.’”

Y/N laughed softly. “I do remember that. You gave me this look after we cut, like, ‘Please don’t ever look at me like that again.’”

Kathryn nodded emphatically. “Exactly! You scared the hell out of me, but it made the scene so much better. That’s what I love about working with you. You’re so committed, and you push everyone around you to be better.”

Y/N glanced down, almost shy for a moment, her masculine energy softening under Kathryn’s praise. “I just want to make sure we all bring our best, you know?”

They reached the fifth wing, and by now, Kathryn was struggling. Her face was flushed, and she took frequent sips of milk between bites, while Y/N continued to soldier on, a subtle sheen of sweat on her brow the only sign that the heat was affecting her at all.

Sean jumped in with another question, this time focusing on their personal dynamics. “You two clearly have great chemistry, both on screen and off. Was there a moment when you realized you clicked as friends?”

Kathryn looked at Y/N, a smile curving her lips despite the heat. “I think it was during one of our rehearsal breaks. We were both exhausted, and Y/N just pulls out this deck of cards and starts doing magic tricks. I lost it. I didn’t expect that from her at all.”

Y/N chuckled. “Yeah, I was just trying to lighten the mood. Rehearsals can get intense, and I figured a little distraction wouldn’t hurt.”

Sean raised an eyebrow. “Magic tricks? Really?”

Y/N nodded. “It’s just a hobby, something I picked up when I was younger. Helps with the hand-eye coordination too, which is useful when you’re playing someone who’s good with knives.”

Kathryn shook her head, laughing. “See what I mean? Full of surprises.”

The sixth wing, known as "Da Bomb," was infamous for its brutal heat. Kathryn braced herself, biting into it hesitantly, and immediately regretted it. Her face contorted in agony as she reached for her milk, gasping slightly.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is insane.”

Y/N took a bite, her expression neutral for a moment before she nodded slowly. “Okay, yeah, this one’s got some kick.”

Sean, looking slightly devilish, leaned in. “Y/N, you’ve got a high spice tolerance, but even you seem to be feeling this one. Has anything ever rattled you on set the way this wing is?”

Y/N considered the question, her voice steady despite the heat. “Honestly, the only time I get rattled is when the stakes are high for the scene, like an emotional climax. I can handle gore and action all day, but the scenes where you have to really tap into something vulnerable—that’s the

stuff that gets me.”

Kathryn, tears in her eyes from the heat, managed to nod. “Yeah, those are the hardest. You get so wrapped up in it, it’s like you’re baring a part of yourself.”

Y/N reached over, patting Kathryn on the shoulder. “You’re doing great, Hahn. Almost there.”

They finally reached the last wing, the infamous "Last Dab." Kathryn looked at it with dread, while Y/N calmly added an extra dab of sauce to hers, a cocky smile playing on her lips.

“You’re insane,” Kathryn muttered, though her voice held admiration.

Y/N winked. “Gotta go out with a bang, right?”

They both took their bites, and Kathryn immediately regretted it, her face turning red as she reached for more water and milk, anything to dull the fire. Y/N winced slightly, but powered through, still in control.

Sean laughed, amazed. “Y/N, you’ve officially survived the hot seat! Kathryn, you too—barely.”

Kathryn, still recovering, gave a shaky thumbs-up. “I don’t know how I’m still alive, but I made it!”

As the interview wrapped, Y/N leaned back in her chair, her calm demeanor intact, while Kathryn fanned herself, still feeling the burn. Despite the spice, the bond between them was undeniable, strengthened by their shared experience on set and in life. And as they exited the stage, laughing and teasing each other, it was clear that their friendship—like their careers—was built to last.

This is the second one as a little sorry for not posting

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Kathryn Hahn x female reader

Scene opens with Kathryn Hahn and Y/N sitting side by side in front of a camera for Wired’s Autocomplete Interview. The two are on a press tour for their latest movie together, a dark comedy-thriller with a supernatural twist. Kathryn, with her warm smile and energetic demeanor, contrasts with Y/N’s more stoic, but subtly charming presence. Y/N is 23, tall, and has a masculine-presenting style—she’s often dressed in darker clothes, favoring leather jackets and combat boots, a stark contrast to Kathryn's colorful, quirky outfits.

They both look at the famous whiteboard with Google search questions taped onto it, ready to answer fans' most searched questions.

Kathryn: (grinning at the camera) Hello, Wired! We are here for the Autocomplete Interview! I’m Kathryn Hahn, and this is the incredible Y/N, my co-star, who you probably know from her chilling horror roles or as Knightmare in the Marvel universe.

Y/N: (smiling slightly, a subtle quirk of her lips) Hey.

Kathryn: (playfully nudging Y/N) She’s super talkative, as you can tell. laughs But, seriously, she’s brilliant, so let’s see what people are curious about!

Kathryn peels off the first question.

Kathryn: Alright, first one! reads “Is Kathryn Hahn…”

Y/N: (leaning over to read too, curious) Ooh, let’s see what they wanna know about you.

Kathryn: laughs I’m nervous! “Is Kathryn Hahn…related to Adam Sandler?” Oh, wow. laughs

Y/N: snorts softly What?

Kathryn: Yeah, no. I’ve been in a movie with him, sure. But related? No. That would be an interesting family dynamic, though, wouldn’t it?

Y/N: nodding with mock seriousness Yeah, you guys could have, like, a whole comedic dynasty thing going on.

Kathryn: laughs Right? Imagine family dinners—just bits, all the time. But nope, not related. Alright, next! tears off another strip

“Is Kathryn Hahn…a witch?” laughs loudly Okay, okay, I see where this is coming from.

Y/N: grinning now Agatha Harkness. People loved you in that.

Kathryn: dramatic voice The power of Agatha compels them! laughs But no, I’m not actually a witch in real life. I just play one on TV, and apparently, I’m convincing.

Y/N: smirking Too convincing, maybe.

Kathryn: You know, with all the witchy roles, I might start believing it myself. Alright, next! Y/N, your turn!

Kathryn hands Y/N the board, and Y/N tears off the next strip of questions.

Y/N: reads “Is Y/N…”

Kathryn: leaning in with curiosity Ooooh, I like this.

Y/N: deadpan “Is Y/N a serial killer?”

Kathryn: bursts out laughing Oh my God, of course that’s the first thing people want to know!

Y/N: shrugs with a smirk Can’t really blame them. I’ve, uh, killed a lot of people. Kathryn giggles at that On screen.

Kathryn: Yeah, let’s make that clear! She’s a total sweetheart off-screen, I swear.

Y/N: quirking an eyebrow Thanks. But no, not a serial killer. Just play one in horror movies. turning to the camera with a mock serious tone Don’t worry.

Kathryn: teasing I mean, she is very convincing, though. Sometimes I wonder. laughs You’ve got this whole intense thing going on in your roles. How do you flip the switch between being the killer and just, you know, hanging out?

Y/N: considering for a second Honestly, I just look at it like a job. I step into the character’s head, and then once the scene’s done, I step out. It’s like leaving the mask behind.

Kathryn: nodding That’s cool. And also, the intensity you bring to those characters? Terrifying. You know how many nightmares you’ve given people?

Y/N: smirking Knightmares, you mean?

Kathryn: laughs Yes! Marvel’s very own Knightmare, everyone! Speaking of which… Kathryn rips off the next strip “Is Y/N in Marvel?”

Y/N: nodding slightly Yeah. I play Knightmare. She’s the daughter of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Kathryn: Which is so badass.

Y/N: chuckling softly Yeah, she’s… complicated. A lot of darkness in her, but she’s also figuring out her place in the world. Kind of like me, except I don’t have demon parents.

Kathryn: laughing That we know of!

Y/N: dryly True.

Kathryn: Knightmare is such a cool character, though. Dark, complex, a little terrifying. Very much your brand.

Y/N: nods Yeah, I like playing her. She’s got layers.

Kathryn: You’re amazing in that role. Every time you come on screen, people are like, "Oh no, things are about to get real."

Y/N: smiling a little more now Thanks. It’s fun getting to show up in the Marvel universe and just… bring that intensity. But also not just be, you know, the villain. She’s more than that.

Kathryn: seriously Absolutely. There’s so much more going on with her. I love that Marvel’s giving you that space to explore it.

Y/N nods, visibly comfortable in the conversation, though still measured in her responses. Kathryn peels off the next question.

Kathryn: reads “Can Kathryn Hahn…” pauses “…sing?”

Y/N: grins Can you?

Kathryn: laughs Yes! I mean, I can carry a tune. I did some singing in Central Park and WandaVision, and I love it. But I wouldn’t call myself a full-on singer. You wouldn’t see me in, like, a rock band or anything.

Y/N: teasing I don’t know, I think you could pull it off.

Kathryn: playfully Oh, please. With you on guitar? We could start a band! What would our band name be?

Y/N: deadpan Agatha and the Knightmares.

Kathryn: laughing hysterically YES! That’s it. You’ve just named our band. We’ll tour next year.

Y/N: smiling, slightly amused I’m in.

Kathryn: still chuckling Alright, let’s see what’s next. tears off another strip “Can Y/N…fight?”

Y/N: smirking I hope so.

Kathryn: mocking awe You are so intense. But seriously, you do all your own fight scenes, right?

Y/N: Yeah, mostly. I train a lot for them. It’s important to me that the physicality feels real, especially in the horror stuff and as Knightmare.

Kathryn: nodding You’re amazing at it. I mean, I’ve seen you fight on set. You’re no joke.

Y/N: modestly Thanks. It’s all choreography, but yeah, I like it. It’s like a dance in a way.

Kathryn: smiling A deadly dance, but yeah, I see it. You’ve got that precision.

Y/N: shrugs Gotta keep the audience on the edge of their seats.

Kathryn: You definitely do. Every time you fight, it’s like, “Oh no, someone’s about to die.” But you also bring this emotion to it, like it’s not just about the violence.

Y/N: nodding Exactly. It’s more than the fighting. There’s always something driving it—whether it’s survival, vengeance, fear, whatever. That’s what makes it interesting.

Kathryn: impressed See? This is why you’re so good at what you do. You put so much thought into it.

They share a smile, and Kathryn reaches for the next question.

Kathryn: reads “Does Kathryn Hahn…”

Y/N: mock suspense Drumroll.

Kathryn: laughs “…have tattoos?”

Y/N: looking at Kathryn, curious Do you?

Kathryn: laughing No, I don’t! I know, shocker, right? I’m like, the most tattoo-less person ever. But I do think about it sometimes. What about you?

Y/N: shrugs A few. Nothing crazy, though.

Kathryn: intrigued Really? Where?

Y/N: teasingly You’ll have to guess.

Kathryn: laughing Ooh, mysterious. Okay, okay

. I’m not gonna push you for details, but I’m now very curious.

Y/N: smirking Good.

Kathryn: shaking her head, smiling Alright, next! “Does Y/N like horror movies?”

Y/N: nods slightly Yeah, I do. It’s weird because I’m in them so much, but I love the tension, the atmosphere. It’s not just about the scares for me. It’s about what horror can say about fear, about people.

Kathryn: thoughtful That makes sense. You don’t just act in them—you kinda live and breathe them. What’s your favorite?

Y/N: pausing to think I’d probably say The Shining. It’s a classic, but it’s more psychological than just jump scares. There’s this creeping dread that sticks with you.

Kathryn: nodding Yeah, that movie is so unsettling. I can totally see why you’d love that. You bring that same kind of dread to your roles.

Y/N: shrugging modestly Thanks.

Kathryn: teasing And yet here you are, the nicest person in real life. It’s wild.

Y/N: smiling slightly Gotta keep people guessing.

Kathryn: laughing You’re good at that.

They both share a relaxed look before Kathryn grabs the final question.

Kathryn: Last one! “Does Y/N have a Marvel future?”

Y/N: glancing at the camera with a slight grin That’s… classified.

Kathryn: laughs Classic Marvel answer! But seriously, people are excited to see more of Knightmare. And I think they should be. You’re fantastic in that role.

Y/N: nodding We’ll see. There’s a lot of potential for where Knightmare can go. I’m just along for the ride.

Kathryn: excited And we can’t wait to see it!

They both look at the camera as Kathryn wraps up.

Kathryn: Alright, that’s it for our Wired Autocomplete Interview! Thanks for hanging out with us and for all the weird, funny, and insightful questions!

Y/N: nodding Yeah, thanks.

Kathryn: grinning And don’t forget to check out our new movie—it’s a wild ride!

Y/N: smirking It’s killer.

Kathryn: laughing Of course you’d say that!

The camera fades out with the two of them laughing together, a perfect blend of Kathryn’s infectious energy and Y/N’s cool, subtle charm.

I tried a bit of a different style with this one, hope that's ok also I did another oneshot since I was away for sometime, I started University like 2 week ago and I'm still getting used to the timetable and that shit

[reaper2187]

Lady dimitrescu x female reader

The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying roses. The old manor, once a testament to opulent elegance, now stood shrouded in an unsettling silence, its windows like vacant eyes staring into the encroaching darkness. You, a seasoned adventurer with a thirst for the unknown, had ventured into this forgotten corner of Transylvania in pursuit of a legend – the story of Lady Dimitrescu, a vampire of unparalleled beauty and chilling power.

The locals spoke of her with hushed whispers, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and morbid fascination. They told tales of her towering stature, her crimson gown, and her haunting, melodic voice. They warned of her insatiable hunger and the chilling cold that clung to her presence. You, however, weren't deterred. You were drawn to the mystery, the allure of the unknown.

As you stepped across the threshold, a shiver ran down your spine. The air inside was thick with an oppressive stillness, punctuated only by the rhythmic drip of water from a broken pipe. The dust motes danced in the faint beams of moonlight that filtered through the grimy windows, casting long, eerie shadows that seemed to writhe and twist.

The silence was broken by the soft click of your boots on the polished marble floor as you navigated the labyrinthine corridors. The once-ornate paintings now hung askew, their subjects staring down at you with vacant eyes, their faces frozen in expressions of eternal sorrow. You felt a prickle of unease, a sense of being watched.

Suddenly, a door creaked open at the end of the hall, revealing a grand staircase bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. A figure stood at the top, silhouetted against the light, her form impossibly tall and graceful. As she descended, you caught a glimpse of her face – pale and flawless, with eyes that seemed to hold both the promise of heaven and the threat of hell.

"Welcome," she said, her voice a melodious whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "I've been expecting you."

Her name was Lady Dimitrescu, and she was everything the legends had promised and more. Her beauty was undeniable, a captivating blend of elegance and power. Her eyes, a deep, hypnotic blue, held an ancient wisdom that seemed to pierce through your very soul.

She extended a hand, her long, slender fingers adorned with glittering rings. "I am honoured to have you in my home," she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Please, come in. Let us have a chat."

You hesitated, your intuition screaming at you to flee. But the allure of her presence, the undeniable power that emanated from her, held you captive. You took her hand, feeling the cool, smooth skin beneath your fingertips.

"Thank you, Lady Dimitrescu," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "It is an honor to meet you."

She led you through the manor, her movements graceful and fluid despite her imposing height. The rooms were a testament to her past wealth and extravagance – opulent furniture, shimmering chandeliers, and walls adorned with intricate tapestries. Yet, the air was heavy with a sense of decay, of a life that had been lived and lost.

As you explored the manor, you learned more about Lady Dimitrescu's history. She had been a noblewoman, a woman of great beauty and intellect, until a tragic accident had robbed her of her humanity. She had been transformed into a vampire, cursed with an insatiable thirst for blood and a life that stretched on for centuries.

She spoke of her loneliness, of the centuries she had spent trapped in this decaying manor, surrounded by the remnants of a life she could never reclaim. She spoke of her daughters, three beautiful and deadly creatures who shared her curse and her loneliness.

You listened, captivated by her story, drawn to her vulnerability despite the terror that pulsed through your veins. You saw a woman trapped in a cage of her own making, a prisoner of her own immortality.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to her, to her beauty, her intelligence, and the undeniable power that she exuded. You felt a strange mix of fear and fascination, a desire to understand her, to unravel the secrets that lay hidden beneath her alluring facade.

You spent the next few days exploring the manor, learning more about Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. You discovered hidden passages, secret chambers, and a world of darkness that stretched far beyond the confines of the manor itself. You witnessed the horrors that Lady Dimitrescu had inflicted on those who had dared to cross her, the bloodstains that marked the walls, the whispers of terror that echoed through the corridors.

But you also saw glimpses of the woman beneath the monster, the woman who yearned for connection, for love, for a life that had been stolen from her. You saw the sadness in her eyes, the longing that etched itself onto her face.

One night, as you sat with Lady Dimitrescu in the grand library, you confessed your feelings. You told her that you were drawn to her, that you saw the woman beneath the monster, the woman who deserved to be loved.

She looked at you, her honey eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and something that might have been hope. "You see me," she said, her voice a soft sigh. "You see the woman I once was, the woman I can never be again."

"I do," you said, reaching out to touch her hand. "And I love you, Lady Dimitrescu."

She pulled her hand away, her expression hardening. "You cannot love a monster," she said, her voice laced with pain. "You cannot love something that is dead."

"I do," you insisted, your voice firm. "I love you for who you are, for the woman you were, and for the woman you could still be."

She stared at you for a long moment, her eyes searching yours. Then, she sighed, a deep, mournful sound that seemed to echo through the empty halls of the manor. "I have not felt this… this warmth in centuries," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

You reached for her again, this time she didn't pull away. You took her hand, feeling the cool, smooth skin beneath your fingertips. It was a moment of connection, a spark of hope in the darkness.

But the darkness was never far away. The manor was a living entity, a creature of shadows and secrets. The whispers of the dead echoed through the corridors, the scent of blood hung heavy in the air.

One night, a group of villagers, armed with torches and pitchforks, stormed the manor. They had come to hunt Lady Dimitrescu, to rid the world of the monster that haunted their nightmares.

You fought alongside Lady Dimitrescu, your love for her fueling your courage, your determination to protect her. But the villagers were relentless, their hatred burning like a wildfire.

In the end, the villagers were victorious. They drove Lady Dimitrescu back into the shadows, leaving her wounded and alone. You were captured, imprisoned in the depths of the manor, your heart breaking at the thought of losing her.

But Lady Dimitrescu had not given up. She had found a way to escape, to break free from the chains that bound her. She returned to the manor, her eyes burning with a cold, vengeful fire.

She slaughtered the villagers, their screams echoing through the halls of the manor, their blood staining the floors crimson. She stood over their bodies, her face a mask of fury, her eyes filled with the pain of centuries.

She turned to you, her gaze searching yours. "You are safe now," she said, her voice a low growl. "No one will ever hurt you again."

You looked at her, at the monster she had become, the monster she was forced to be. You felt a pang of sadness, a sense of loss. The woman you had loved, the woman you had seen in her eyes, was gone. In her place stood a creature of darkness, a creature driven by rage and despair.

You knew that you could never be with her, not in this life, not in any life. But you also knew that you would never forget her, the woman who had captured your heart, the woman who had shown you the beauty of darkness and the darkness of beauty.

You left the manor, leaving behind the echoes of her screams, the scent of blood, and the memory of a love that had been lost. You walked into the sunrise, carrying the weight of her story, the weight of her pain, the weight of her love.

You knew that you would never be the same again. You had seen the darkness, and the darkness had seen you. And in the depths of that darkness, you had found a love that would last a lifetime, a love that would haunt you forever

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Sooooooo i dont know what to write, so im taking requests because i boreddddddddddddddddddd. the list of characters i write for is pinned on my blog. so yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Let's see how this goes

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La Signora x Female reader

It had been a long day.

The Fatui headquarters in Snezhnaya was always cold, but tonight, the frigid winds had seeped through every layer of your clothing, nipping at your skin like shards of ice. The day had been a whirlwind of espionage and strategy meetings, leaving you exhausted yet focused. Your role in the organization was one of importance, but it also came with heavy burdens—burdens you had to carry while hiding an even heavier secret.

La Signora. She was everything you could ever dream of and more—dangerous, captivating, elusive. She was the embodiment of icy grace, with a beauty that could freeze you in place and a temper that could set the whole world aflame. You were her subordinate, and the fact that you were hers in more ways than one was something you had learned to live with.

It was impossible not to be drawn to her. The first time you had caught her eye, you were terrified. It was rare for anyone to gain her favor, but she seemed to have taken an immediate interest in you. At first, it was small, passing glances, curt nods, and cryptic comments that sent shivers down your spine. But gradually, the relationship had deepened.

And now… now you were hers in secret, bound to her in ways no one else could ever know.

Your footsteps echoed as you made your way to her chambers in the secluded part of the headquarters. It was late, almost everyone had retired for the night, and the corridors were empty except for the occasional patrolling guard. You had learned to be discreet, to move silently through the halls, because what you had with her could never be exposed.

It was dangerous. It was thrilling. And you couldn’t stay away.

Reaching her door, you knocked softly, the sound barely audible against the gusts of wind outside. For a moment, there was only silence, and your heart skipped a beat, wondering if she might have forgotten your rendezvous. But then the door opened, revealing her figure standing in the dim candlelight of the room.

"La Signora," you whispered, dipping your head in respect.

Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming like polished ice. "You're late," she purred, her voice smooth and chilling, yet tinged with a heat that made your breath catch.

"Forgive me. I was—"

"Come in before someone sees you," she interrupted, stepping aside to let you in.

You entered quickly, feeling the warmth of the room wash over you as she closed the door behind you. Despite the bitter cold outside, the fireplace in her chamber was always burning, casting long shadows over the rich, elegant decor. You couldn’t help but feel small in her presence, overwhelmed by the intensity of her gaze and the knowledge that you were walking a dangerous line.

"Take off your cloak," she ordered, her tone commanding but soft.

You complied without hesitation, shedding the heavy fabric and hanging it near the door. Your uniform, tailored to the Fatui’s standard, still clung to you tightly, but the warmth of the fire was a welcome relief.

La Signora approached you, her movements graceful and slow, like a predator circling its prey. She stood before you, towering over you as her eyes raked over your form. You could feel the weight of her presence pressing down on you, making your pulse quicken. She reached out, her gloved hand brushing against your cheek, cold and smooth as she tilted your chin up to meet her gaze.

"Do you know how hard it is to keep this secret?" she murmured, her voice low. "To maintain this façade while my eyes are always on you, even when others are watching?"

You swallowed hard, unable to find words. The truth was, you knew the danger just as well as she did. The Fatui were ruthless, and relationships like this were forbidden—especially for someone of her rank. Yet, the tension, the secrecy, only made it more intoxicating.

"I can’t resist you," she continued, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. "No matter how hard I try."

Her confession sent a rush of warmth through you, a stark contrast to the frost that always clung to her. Before you could respond, she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was as possessive as it was tender. Her gloved hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as her cold lips melted against yours. You returned the kiss eagerly, your hands finding purchase on her waist, feeling the soft material of her luxurious dress under your fingers.

She tasted of winter and danger, a combination that left you breathless and aching for more. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were darker, filled with something you recognized well—desire, but also the need for control.

"La Signora…" you breathed her name, unsure whether it was a plea or a prayer.

"You belong to me," she said simply, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. "And you will never forget that."

You nodded, your voice failing you, and that seemed to satisfy her. She stepped back, her hand slipping away from your face, leaving a lingering cold where her touch had been. The loss of contact made you feel strangely empty, but you knew better than to move without her permission.

"Sit," she commanded, motioning toward a chair near the fireplace.

You obeyed, sitting down carefully, watching her as she moved to the table where a bottle of wine and two glasses sat. She poured a deep red liquid into the glasses and brought one to you, holding it out with a teasing smile.

"Drink," she said softly, her voice a tantalizing mix of command and invitation.

You took the glass from her, your fingers brushing hers for a brief moment. Her presence was so overwhelming, it was hard to think of anything else. You took a sip of the wine, the rich, velvety taste warming your throat, but even that couldn’t distract you from the heat in her gaze as she sat across from you.

The room was silent except for the crackling of the fire and the distant howl of the wind. The intimacy of the moment, the knowledge that you were alone with her, hidden away from the world, made your pulse race.

She watched you over the rim of her glass, her eyes heavy-lidded and intent. There was always an air of danger around her, a sense that she could snap her fingers and have you destroyed if she so chose. And yet, there was something deeper—something softer in the way she looked at you, as if you were the one thing in the world she couldn’t control, and that thrilled her.

"I can see your mind is racing," she said after a long pause, setting her glass down. "What are you thinking?"

You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. She was always testing you, always pushing to see how far she could go before you broke. But you had learned to play her game, to give her just enough without losing yourself entirely.

"I’m thinking how dangerous this is," you admitted, watching her reaction carefully. "How easily this could all fall apart."

Her lips curled into a smirk, clearly amused by your honesty. "Danger excites you, doesn’t it?" she mused, leaning forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees. "That’s why you’re still here."

You couldn’t deny it. The thrill of being with her, of knowing that at any moment, someone could discover your secret, only made your connection all the more intense. But it wasn’t just the danger. It was her—the way she made you feel, the way she claimed you without question, as if you had always been hers, even before you knew it.

"I don’t want this to fall apart," you said quietly, surprising yourself with your own vulnerability.

Her expression softened slightly, just for a moment, before the mask of icy control slipped back into place. She rose from her chair, walking over to you with slow, deliberate steps. Standing before you, she reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch firm but not unkind.

"It won’t," she said, her voice low and certain. "As long as you stay by my side, no one will ever know. And no one will ever take you from me."

Her words were both a promise and a warning, and you understood them well. She had power—immense, terrifying power—and as long as you were hers, you were under her protection. But there was always the unspoken truth that if you ever tried to leave, if you ever betrayed her, you wouldn’t survive.

And yet, in this moment, all you felt was the warmth of her hand on your shoulder, the intensity of her gaze, and the unbreakable bond that had formed between you.

Without another word, she pulled you to your feet, her arms wrapping around you as she kissed you again, this time slower, more deliberate. You melted into her embrace, your body pressing against hers as her hands slid down your back, claiming you with every touch.

For tonight, you were hers completely—no titles, no ranks, no dangers lurking in the shadows. Just the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment, hidden away from the world.

Tomorrow, the cold reality of the Fatui would return, and you would go back to being her subordinate, maintaining the careful façade that kept you both safe. But for now, in the privacy of her chambers, you allowed yourself to forget everything except the feel of her lips, the warmth of her body, and the intoxicating thrill of being loved by someone

[reaper2187]

Caitlyn kiramman x female reader

The moon hung low over the streets of Piltover, casting a soft glow that illuminated the cobblestones below. Caitlyn Kiramman, the sharp-eyed enforcer, moved quietly, her polished boots making barely a sound as she stepped through the shadows. She had been tracking a series of criminals for days, but tonight was different. Tonight, her target was rumored to be someone far more elusive, a bounty hunter known for her skills and independence—someone who didn’t care for Piltover’s laws or its protectors.

You, the bounty hunter, had been following your own lead, one that would hopefully bring you closer to a massive score. The client had been vague, but the price offered for this particular target was far too high to ignore. The streets of Zaun were treacherous enough, but with a powerful Piltover enforcer on the case, things just got more complicated.

You crouched on the rooftop, blending into the shadows. Below you, a small gang was gathered, their dirty faces and ragged clothes a stark contrast to Piltover’s cleanliness. You had been tailing them for hours, but they weren’t your real focus. Your intel suggested Caitlyn was nearby, and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to interfere.

A slight scuffling noise made you turn your head, your senses alert. There she was. Caitlyn, with her signature rifle slung over her back, blue eyes scanning the streets as if she could sense your presence. You smirked to yourself. She was good, but you were better.

With a soft leap, you dropped down behind the gang, landing silently in the alleyway. The thugs didn’t even have a chance to draw their weapons before you had them pinned, your blade pressed lightly to the leader’s throat.

“Tell me where he is,” you hissed, your voice low and threatening.

The gang leader’s eyes darted wildly, but he quickly caved. “He’s… he’s hiding near the old docks… but you’re not the only one looking for him.”

“Who else?” you asked, even though you already knew.

“An enforcer from Piltover,” he spat, hatred and fear mixing in his voice.

You barely had time to process his words before you heard the click of a rifle being cocked.

“Step away from him. Now,” Caitlyn’s voice was calm, controlled, but firm.

You turned slowly, not raising your hands but showing her you weren’t reaching for your weapon.

“Enforcer Kiramman,” you greeted her, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “What brings you down to Zaun? Slumming it?”

Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t have time for games. You’re interfering in an investigation.”

You tilted your head. “Funny, I thought you were the one interfering in my hunt.”

There was a tense silence, the gang members too afraid to move as they watched the two of you face off. Caitlyn’s grip on her rifle tightened, but she didn’t fire. There was something in her eyes—curiosity, maybe even admiration. You were known for being efficient, ruthless, and precise—everything she valued in a tracker, even if you operated outside the law.

“I’m not going to warn you again,” Caitlyn said, her voice a touch more serious. “Walk away.”

You chuckled. “And miss out on the fun? I don’t think so.”

Before Caitlyn could react, you moved, kicking the gang leader away and launching yourself into the shadows. Caitlyn cursed under her breath, raising her rifle to track you, but you were already gone.

Hours later, you found yourself perched on a rusted balcony overlooking the docks. The air was thick with the smell of salt and grime, the sounds of the Undercity echoing around you. Below, your target—a smuggler responsible for several illegal shipments into Piltover—was huddled with a group of men, clearly preparing for another run. You had him right where you wanted him, and this time, you weren’t about to let anyone interfere.

But then you felt it. The presence of someone watching you. A shadow crossed the rooftops, and you sighed. Caitlyn again.

“Persistent, isn’t she?” you muttered to yourself.

You waited until she was within striking distance before dropping down behind her, your movements silent. Caitlyn spun around, but you were faster, pinning her against the brick wall of the building.

“You’re starting to get on my nerves,” you whispered, your face inches from hers.

Caitlyn didn’t flinch. Instead, she stared at you, her expression hard but composed. “Likewise.”

For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension between you electric. You could feel her breath on your skin, her eyes locked with yours. Something shifted in the air, a moment of understanding passing between you. You both lived dangerous lives, always one step ahead of death. Perhaps, in that shared recklessness, there was something more.

“You know,” you said, your voice softer, “we could help each other.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. “And why would I do that?”

“Because we both want the same thing,” you replied. “The smuggler. You take him in, I get my bounty, and we both walk away happy.”

Caitlyn hesitated, her eyes searching yours. You could see the gears turning in her mind, weighing the risks, the benefits. Finally, she nodded.

“Fine. But you’re not running this show.”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Sheriff.”

The plan went off without a hitch. Together, you and Caitlyn took down the smuggler’s men with precision, your movements fluid as you worked in sync. You had to admit, Caitlyn was impressive. Her aim was flawless, her strategies quick and efficient. For a moment, you found yourself admiring her—not just as a rival, but as a person.

When the smuggler was finally in custody, you stood side by side, catching your breath. Caitlyn glanced over at you, her expression unreadable.

“So, what now?” she asked.

You shrugged. “I collect my bounty, you take him to Piltover, and we go our separate ways.”

Caitlyn frowned, her lips pressing into a thin line. “That’s it?”

You turned to her, surprised by the hint of disappointment in her voice. “Did you have something else in mind?”

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. There was something intense in her gaze, something you hadn’t expected.

“You’re good,” she said quietly. “Better than most.”

You smirked. “I know.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a small smile, but it didn’t last long. Her expression turned serious again, and you felt your pulse quicken as she stepped even closer.

“I could use someone like you,” she admitted, her voice low. “In Piltover. As an ally.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that an offer?”

Caitlyn’s gaze flickered to your lips for just a second before returning to your eyes. “Maybe.”

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the way she was looking at you, but something in you snapped. Before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, capturing her lips in a kiss. Caitlyn tensed for a brief moment before melting into it, her hands gripping your jacket as she pulled you closer.

The kiss was fierce, filled with the same energy that had fueled your rivalry. But underneath it, there was something else—something softer, more vulnerable. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together.

“Well,” you said, a little breathless, “I didn’t expect that.”

Caitlyn chuckled softly, her voice huskier than usual. “Neither did I.”

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the stillness of the night. It was dangerous, the connection between you. But then again, danger was something you both thrived on.

“So,” Caitlyn said, her voice teasing, “about that offer…”

You smirked, pulling her closer again. “I think we can work something out.”

[reaper2187]

Clorinde x Female readr

Clorinde, the mysterious and stoic Duelist Champion of Fontaine, had always been a figure of admiration and fear in the city. Her calm demeanor, her piercing gaze, and her unmatched skill with a rapier had earned her a fearsome reputation. Many people spoke of her duels with reverence, while others speculated about her cold, distant nature. You, however, had seen another side of her—a softer, more vulnerable side that very few knew existed.

You weren’t just any regular citizen of Fontaine. You were a bounty hunter, someone who worked in the shadows, hunting down criminals and tracking those who dared to defy the laws of the nation. While Clorinde upheld the law in the dueling arena, you enforced it in the streets. The two of you were an unlikely pair, but somehow, it worked.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over Fontaine’s streets as you made your way back to your shared apartment. Your latest hunt had been successful, but exhausting. Tracking down a notorious bandit who had been wreaking havoc on the outskirts of the city had taken days, and now, all you wanted was to collapse into bed.

As you approached the door, you heard the familiar sound of steel clashing from within. A small smile crept onto your face. Clorinde must be practicing again. You pushed open the door quietly, stepping inside to see her in the middle of her training routine. She was moving with precision, her rapier cutting through the air with graceful efficiency.

“Another duel with yourself, huh?” you teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Clorinde paused, turning to face you. Her eyes softened as they met yours, and the tension in her posture eased. She sheathed her rapier and approached you, her usual stoic expression replaced with a subtle warmth.

“You’re back,” she said simply, though you could hear the relief in her voice.

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug. She hesitated for only a moment before returning the embrace, her arms tightening around you.

“I missed you,” you whispered against her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her. It was a mix of metal, leather, and something uniquely Clorinde.

“I missed you too,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The two of you stood there for a few moments, just holding each other. For all of Clorinde’s strength and power, she had always been gentle with you, as if afraid of breaking something precious.

“Come sit with me,” she said softly, pulling away slightly but keeping one hand in yours. “Tell me how the hunt went.”

You followed her to the small sitting area in the living room, the two of you settling on the couch. She sat close to you, her arm draped casually over your shoulders as you recounted the details of your mission.

“It was tough,” you admitted. “The guy was slippery, knew how to cover his tracks. But in the end, I caught up to him.”

Clorinde listened intently, her thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your shoulder. It was something you loved about her—how she could be so focused on everything you said, no matter how trivial it seemed.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” she said when you finished, her voice low and serious. “Fontaine’s criminals are becoming more brazen. I worry about you when you’re out there alone.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into her touch. “I can handle myself, you know that. Besides, you’re the one dueling people left and right. Shouldn’t I be the one worrying about you?”

Clorinde’s lips quirked into a rare smile, and she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Maybe. But I’ve always been better at worrying than you.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the city outside fading into the background. Eventually, you shifted to face her more fully, resting a hand on her thigh.

“Have you had any duels lately?” you asked, curious. “Anyone challenging the great Clorinde?”

She shook her head, her expression returning to its usual calm. “No, not recently. It’s been quiet.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Quiet? For Fontaine? That’s rare.”

Clorinde hummed in agreement. “It won’t last. It never does.”

There was a certain melancholy in her tone, and you knew why. Clorinde lived for the duels, for the thrill of battle. But you also knew that it weighed on her, the constant need to prove herself, to defend her title. She didn’t say it out loud, but you could sense her exhaustion sometimes, the toll it took on her.

“You don’t always have to fight, you know,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “You’ve already proven yourself time and time again.”

Clorinde met your gaze, her eyes searching yours for something. “It’s not about proving myself,” she said quietly. “It’s about duty. I have to protect Fontaine.”

You nodded, understanding. Clorinde’s sense of duty was one of the things you admired most about her, even if it sometimes led her down a difficult path.

“And you do,” you assured her. “But you’re allowed to rest too. You don’t have to carry everything on your shoulders.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but you could see the conflict in her eyes. Finally, she let out a quiet sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Maybe you’re right,” she conceded. “I just… I don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You won’t,” you promised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Not ever.”

Clorinde kissed you back, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. When she pulled away, there was a softness in her gaze that she reserved only for you.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you said firmly, resting your forehead against hers.

The days passed in a blur of routine. You took on more bounties, tracking down criminals and keeping the streets of Fontaine safe, while Clorinde continued her training and occasional duels. Despite the intensity of your jobs, the two of you always found time for each other, whether it was sharing a quiet dinner or simply lying together in bed at the end of a long day.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the city, you returned home to find Clorinde waiting for you at the door. There was something different about her tonight—a tension in her posture, a flicker of unease in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you asked immediately, your instincts kicking in.

Clorinde hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting yours again. “I’ve been challenged,” she said quietly.

You blinked in surprise. “Challenged? By who?”

“A man named Vasile. He’s a skilled duelist, one of the best from outside Fontaine. He arrived today and issued a formal challenge for my title.”

Your stomach tightened. You knew what this meant. Clorinde took every duel seriously, but a challenge from someone of Vasile’s caliber wasn’t just any duel. This would be a battle for her reputation, for her standing as the Duelist Champion.

“When?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Tomorrow,” she replied, her eyes scanning your face as if gauging your reaction. “At dawn.”

You nodded, your mind already racing. “Have you fought him before?”

“No,” she said, her tone measured. “But I’ve heard of him. He’s dangerous.”

There was a heavy silence between the two of you. Clorinde rarely admitted to being concerned about an opponent, which only made your own worry grow. You reached out, taking her hand in yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“You’ll win,” you said confidently, even though your heart was pounding in your chest. “You always do.”

Clorinde’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she gave a small nod. “I hope so.”

You pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “No matter what happens, I’ll be there for you. Always.”

She rested her head on your shoulder, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to fall away. The two of you stood like that for what felt like an eternity, finding comfort in each other’s presence.

The next morning, you stood by the dueling arena, your heart in your throat as you watched Clorinde face off against Vasile. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with the confidence of someone who had fought—and won—many battles. His eyes gleamed with arrogance as he circled Clorinde, his rapier held at the ready.

Clorinde, in contrast, was calm and composed, her stance perfect as always. But you knew her well enough to see the tension in her shoulders, the slight tightness around her eyes.

The duel began with a sharp clash of steel as the two opponents lunged at each other. The sound of their rapiers ringing out filled the arena, and you held your breath, watching every move, every parry, every strike.

Vasile was fast—faster than you’d expected—but Clorinde was faster. She moved with the grace and precision of a dancer, her rapier slicing through the air in perfectly timed arcs. For a while, it seemed like they were evenly matched, neither one gaining the upper hand.

But then Vasile began to push harder, his strikes becoming more aggressive, more calculated. He was trying to wear her

down, and you could see Clorinde’s movements becoming just a fraction slower as she defended against his relentless assault.

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your heart racing as you willed her to stay strong, to hold on. You knew she could do it. She had to.

And then, in a split second, it happened.

Clorinde saw an opening—just the smallest gap in Vasile’s defenses—and she took it. Her rapier flashed, and before anyone could react, Vasile’s weapon was knocked from his hand. He stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock as Clorinde’s blade came to rest at his throat.

The crowd erupted into cheers, but you barely heard them. All you could see was Clorinde, standing tall and victorious, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

She had won.

Relief flooded through you, and without thinking, you rushed forward, pushing past the onlookers until you reached her. She turned to you, her eyes softening as she lowered her rapier.

Before you could say anything, you threw your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. She hesitated for only a moment before wrapping her arms around you in return, holding you just as tightly.

“You did it,” you whispered against her neck, your voice thick with emotion. “I knew you would.”

Clorinde pulled back just enough to look at you, a rare smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You smiled back, your heart swelling with love and pride. “I’ll always be here for you, Clorinde. No matter what.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, and in that moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, standing together, strong and unbreakable.

And you knew, without a doubt, that whatever challenges came your way—whether in battle or in life—you would face them together.

[reaper2187]

Abigail x female farmer reader

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the rolling fields of Y/N's farm. The early morning air was crisp and filled with the earthy scent of freshly tilled soil. Y/N stretched her arms high above her head, taking a deep breath of the countryside air. The life of a farmer was hard, but every day brought new rewards and challenges that made it all worthwhile.

As she set to work watering her crops, the sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel path caught her attention. Turning around, Y/N saw Abigail making her way up to the farmhouse. Her signature purple hair shimmered in the morning light, and her expression was as lively as ever.

"Morning, Y/N!" Abigail called out, waving as she approached. "I hope you don’t mind me dropping by this early. I was bored, and your farm is always a nice place to escape to."

Y/N smiled warmly, setting her watering can down. "Of course, Abby. You're always welcome here. I could use the company, too."

Abigail's eyes lit up as she stepped closer, taking in the sights of the thriving farm. "Wow, your crops are looking amazing! You’ve really transformed this place since you first moved here."

Y/N chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks. It’s been a lot of hard work, but it’s worth it. There's something really fulfilling about watching everything grow."

Abigail nodded, her gaze drifting across the fields before settling back on Y/N. "I get that. It’s kind of like adventuring, in a way. You start with nothing, face all sorts of challenges, and in the end, you come out stronger. Plus, there's treasure at the end of the journey. Except your treasure is fresh vegetables."

Y/N laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I never thought of it that way, but you're right. Farming is its own kind of adventure."

"Speaking of adventures," Abigail said with a grin, "have you done any exploring in the mines lately? I’ve been thinking about going back down there. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good battle with those cave creatures."

Y/N wiped her hands on her jeans and nodded. "Yeah, I actually went down there a few days ago to gather some ores. It was pretty intense, but I managed to find some good stuff. If you want, we could go together sometime."

Abigail’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "I’d love that! It’s always more fun when there’s someone else to share the danger with."

"Let’s make a plan for it, then," Y/N said, enjoying the way Abigail's enthusiasm was infectious. "But for now, how about you help me with the farm chores? I’ve got a lot to do before the day really gets started."

Abigail hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, why not? It’ll be good to do something different for a change."

Together, the two women set to work on the farm, with Abigail asking questions and Y/N happily explaining the different tasks and techniques. As they worked side by side, Y/N found herself sneaking glances at Abigail, admiring the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity and her hair bounced with every movement.

It wasn’t long before the sun climbed higher in the sky, and the warmth of the day began to settle in. The two women paused to take a break near the chicken coop, wiping the sweat from their brows.

"You know," Abigail said, leaning against the wooden fence, "I never really appreciated how much work goes into running a farm. You make it look so easy, but this is hard!"

Y/N chuckled, handing Abigail a bottle of water. "It definitely keeps me busy, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. There’s something really satisfying about knowing that I’m providing for myself, that everything I grow and raise is because of my own effort."

Abigail took a sip of water and nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. It’s like when I’m playing my music. There’s this feeling of accomplishment when I finally get a song just right, and I know it’s all because I put in the time and effort to make it happen."

"Exactly," Y/N agreed. "It’s that sense of pride in what you do. And it’s even better when you can share it with someone else."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to pause. There was something unspoken in the air, something that made Y/N’s heart beat just a little faster.

"Speaking of sharing," Abigail said, breaking the silence, "do you mind if I hang out here for a bit longer? I know you probably have a lot to do, but I really like spending time here. And with you."

Y/N felt her cheeks grow warm at the admission, but she smiled and nodded. "I’d love that, Abby. Stay as long as you want."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter and work. The two women fell into an easy rhythm, with Abigail helping out where she could and offering amusing commentary that kept Y/N entertained. It was one of those days that felt like it could last forever, where every moment was filled with simple joy and companionship.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, the two women found themselves sitting on the porch of Y/N’s farmhouse, sipping on lemonade and watching the stars begin to appear.

"This has been a really good day," Abigail said softly, her voice carrying a note of contentment. "Thanks for letting me hang out here, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. "I’m glad you came, Abby. It’s been a while since I’ve had this much fun."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the night sky deepen and the stars grow brighter. The sounds of the farm, the gentle clucking of the chickens, the rustling of the trees in the breeze, all blended together into a peaceful symphony.

"You know," Abigail began, her voice a little hesitant, "I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do with my life. There’s so much out there to explore, so many things to try, but sometimes I wonder if maybe...I’m just running away from things."

Y/N turned to look at her, surprised by the vulnerability in Abigail’s tone. "What do you mean?"

Abigail sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don’t know. It’s like...I’m always looking for the next adventure, the next thrill, but I never really stop to think about why. Maybe I’m just afraid of settling down, of staying in one place and missing out on everything else."

Y/N reached out and gently placed her hand on Abigail’s, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It’s okay to feel that way, Abby. You don’t have to have everything figured out right now. Life is about exploring, finding out what makes you happy. And if you’re not ready to settle down, that’s perfectly fine."

Abigail looked down at their joined hands, a small smile playing on her lips. "I guess so. But...what if I find something, or someone, that makes me want to stay? What if I’m too scared to admit it?"

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the implication of her words, but she kept her voice steady. "Then I think you owe it to yourself to explore that feeling. It might be the start of a new adventure, one that’s just as exciting as anything else you’ve experienced."

Abigail looked up, her eyes searching Y/N’s face for something, and Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat. The connection between them felt electric, like the air was charged with possibility.

"Y/N," Abigail whispered, her voice barely audible, "I think...I think I’m starting to feel that way about you."

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of surprise and joy flooding through her. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed her lips gently to Abigail’s.

The kiss was soft and tentative, but it carried all the emotions they had been holding back. It was a kiss filled with the warmth of the sun, the sweetness of the lemonade, and the promise of something more.

When they finally pulled apart, Abigail’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and happiness. "Wow," she breathed, her voice full of wonder. "That was...really nice."

Y/N smiled, her own cheeks warm with a blush. "Yeah, it was."

Abigail’s smile grew wider, and she leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder, letting out a content sigh. "Maybe...maybe this is the adventure I’ve been looking for all along."

Y/N wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as they watched the stars twinkle above them. "Maybe it is. And I’d be more than happy to explore it with you."

They sat there together, wrapped in the warmth of their newfound connection, as the night settled around them. The future was uncertain, full of possibilities and challenges, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that they had found each other, and that was the start of a new adventure, one that they would face together.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions for both Y/N and Abigail. They continued their usual routines—Y/N tending to the farm, and Abigail splitting her time between the farm, the town, and her music—but now there was something new and exciting underlying everything they did together. It was as if the world had shifted, and suddenly, every moment they spent together was charged with the possibility of something more.

One afternoon, a week after their first kiss, Y/N found herself nervously pacing the farmhouse kitchen. She had invited Abigail over for lunch, and though they had spent plenty of time together recently, today felt different. She wanted everything to be perfect.

The table was set with care, a simple but delicious meal of fresh salad, bread, and a homemade vegetable soup simmering on the stove. Y/N had even gone out of her way to pick some wildflowers from the meadow to place in a vase on the table. As she glanced at the clock, she felt her nerves getting the best of her.

What if she doesn’t feel the same way anymore? What if that kiss was just a momentary thing?

Before she could spiral further into her thoughts, there was a knock on the door. Y/N quickly wiped her hands on her apron and rushed to open it, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Abigail standing there with a bright smile on her face.

"Hey, Y/N!" Abigail greeted, stepping inside. "Something smells amazing. Did you make all this?"

Y/N nodded, feeling a bit bashful under Abigail’s gaze. "Yeah, I wanted to do something special for you. I hope you like it."

Abigail’s eyes softened as she looked around the cozy kitchen, taking in the effort Y/N had put into everything. "You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, but...I’m really glad you did. It’s perfect."

They sat down to eat, the conversation flowing easily as they enjoyed the meal. Y/N found herself relaxing, the warmth of Abigail’s presence easing her nerves. As they talked about their plans for the upcoming harvest season, Y/N couldn’t help but admire the way Abigail’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her passion for life shining through in every word.

After lunch, they took a walk around the farm, the summer sun casting a golden glow over the fields. The conversation turned to lighter topics—funny stories from town, the latest escapades of the town’s residents, and Abigail’s newest obsession with sword-fighting.

"I’ve been practicing with my sword every day," Abigail said with a grin, swinging an imaginary blade as they walked. "I’m getting pretty good, if I do say so myself."

Y/N laughed, watching her with fond amusement. "I’m sure you could take on anything that comes your way, Abby."

Abigail beamed at the praise, but then her expression grew more serious. She lowered her imaginary sword and turned to face Y/N, her eyes searching her face.

"Y/N, I’ve been thinking a lot about us...about what happened last week," she began, her voice steady but laced with emotion. "I just want you to know that...that kiss wasn’t just a one-time thing for me. I meant what I said. I really do care about you."

Y/N’s heart swelled with affection, and she reached out to take Abigail’s hand in hers. "I care about you too, Abby. More than I can even put into words. I don’t know where this is going, but I want to find out. With you."

Abigail’s face lit up with a radiant smile, and she squeezed Y/N’s hand. "I’m so glad to hear you say that. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and it’s kind of scary, but...I want to see where this goes too. I want to be with you, Y/N."

Their confession hung in the air between them, heavy with promise and possibility. Without hesitation, Y/N pulled Abigail into a gentle embrace, holding her close as they stood in the middle of the sunlit field. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s arms.

As they pulled apart, Abigail looked up at Y/N, her eyes filled with a mixture of happiness and vulnerability. "So, what now?" she asked softly.

Y/N smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Abigail’s ear. "Now...we take it one day at a time. We keep doing what we love, and we build something together. Whatever that ends up being."

Abigail nodded, her smile growing wider. "I like the sound of that. One day at a time, with you."

They spent the rest of the afternoon together, wandering the farm and talking about their hopes and dreams for the future. As the sun began to set once again, they found themselves back on the farmhouse porch, sitting side by side and watching the stars appear in the darkening sky.

This time, there was no need for words. They simply sat together, their hands intertwined, content in the knowledge that they had found something special in each other. The future was still uncertain, but with Abigail by her side, Y/N felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they watched the stars twinkle above them, Y/N couldn’t help but think that this was the beginning of something beautiful—a love that would grow and thrive, just like the crops in her fields. And with Abigail by her side, she knew that this new adventure would be the greatest one yet.

The days turned into weeks, and soon enough, the harvest season was in full swing. The fields were bursting with crops ready to be harvested, and Y/N found herself busier than ever. But despite the long hours and hard work, there was a new lightness in her heart that made everything seem easier.

Abigail continued to visit the farm regularly, helping out where she could and always bringing her infectious energy with her. They fell into a comfortable routine, working together during the day and spending their evenings talking, laughing, and sometimes just sitting in companionable silence.

As the harvest season reached its peak, Y/N realized that she had never been happier. The farm was thriving, and so was her relationship with Abigail. They had become inseparable, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

One evening, after a particularly long day of harvesting, Y/N and Abigail sat on the porch, enjoying a well-deserved break. The sky was painted in shades of pink and purple, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of ripe fruit.

"This has been the best season yet," Y/N said with a satisfied sigh, leaning back in her chair. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Abby."

Abigail blushed at the compliment, but her eyes were filled with pride. "I’m just glad I could help. It’s been amazing watching everything grow, knowing that I had a part in it."

Y/N turned to look at her, a soft smile on her lips. "You’ve done more than help, Abby. You’ve made this place feel like home in a way I never expected."

Abigail’s expression softened, and she reached out to take Y/N’s hand. "You’ve done the same for me. I never thought I’d find a place where I truly belonged, but...I think I’ve found it here. With you."

Y/N’s heart swelled with emotion, and she squeezed Abigail’s hand, her voice filled with sincerity. "I’m so glad you feel that way. Because I can’t imagine this farm, or my life, without you in it."

Abigail’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N’s lips. It was a kiss filled with all the love and gratitude she felt, a promise of everything they had yet to experience together.

When they finally pulled apart, Abigail rested her forehead against Y/N’s, a content smile on her lips. "I love you, Y/N," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at the words, and she smiled, her own eyes glistening with tears of happiness. "I love you too, Abby. More than I ever thought possible."

They sat together, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the stars began to twinkle above them. The future was still uncertain, but Y/N knew one thing for sure—whatever happened, she and Abigail would face it together.

As they watched the night sky, Y/N couldn’t help but think about how far they had come. What had started as a simple friendship had blossomed into something beautiful, something that had changed both of their lives in ways they could never have imagined.

And as they sat there, holding each other close, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of their story—a story filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. And with Abigail by her side, she couldn’t wait to see what the future would bring.

[reaper2187]

Alexa bliss x wrestler female reader

The backstage area of the WWE arena was buzzing with activity as wrestlers and crew members moved about, preparing for the night's matches. The air was thick with anticipation, the crowd's excitement seeping through the walls and into the veins of every performer. Among the chaos, Y/N — known to the WWE Universe as the Reaper — leaned against a wall, quietly observing the flurry of activity around her. She was dressed in her usual ring gear: a black sports bra that showed off her muscular frame, cargo pants, and combat boots adorned with chains. A skull bandana wrapped around her arm, and her face bore the familiar skull markings that had become synonymous with her name.

Despite the frenzy around her, Y/N remained calm, her sharp eyes scanning the room. Her reputation as a fearsome and unyielding competitor preceded her, and most people kept a respectful distance. It wasn’t fear, exactly — though she knew she was intimidating — but rather an understanding that Y/N wasn’t the type to engage in casual conversation. She was all business, especially on a night like this.

Tonight, Y/N had her sights set on a match that had been brewing for weeks. She had been thrust into a rivalry with Alexa Bliss, one of WWE’s most enigmatic and unpredictable superstars. It had all started innocently enough, with Alexa making sly comments during one of Y/N’s promos, but it quickly escalated into something more sinister. Alexa’s mind games had always been her forte, but Y/N wasn’t easily shaken. Still, there was something about Alexa — the way she moved, the way she spoke — that got under Y/N’s skin in a way no one else ever had.

A part of Y/N respected Alexa for that. After all, it wasn’t often that someone could rattle the Reaper.

As Y/N continued to watch the backstage area, she felt a presence beside her. She didn’t need to look to know who it was; the air seemed to shift whenever Alexa was around. The smaller woman had a way of making herself known without saying a word.

“Ready for tonight?” Alexa’s voice was light, almost teasing, as she leaned against the wall beside Y/N, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting Alexa’s gaze with her own. “Always.”

Alexa smiled, a hint of something wicked playing at the corners of her lips. “Good. I like when you’re ready. It makes it more fun.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is to you? Fun?”

Alexa tilted her head, considering the question. “Maybe. But I think you’re having fun too, even if you won’t admit it.”

Y/N didn’t respond immediately, her eyes narrowing as she studied Alexa. The truth was, there was something thrilling about this rivalry. Alexa was unpredictable, constantly keeping Y/N on her toes, and in a way, Y/N found herself looking forward to their encounters. But there was something deeper beneath the surface, something that Y/N couldn’t quite put her finger on. Alexa wasn’t just trying to get under her skin — she was trying to get into her head.

And Y/N wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“Be careful, Bliss,” Y/N finally said, her voice low and warning. “Playing with fire usually ends with someone getting burned.”

Alexa’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I like the heat.”

With that, she pushed off the wall and sauntered away, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

The match that night was nothing short of chaotic. The crowd was on their feet as Y/N and Alexa clashed in the ring, their styles contrasting in a way that made the match a spectacle to behold. Y/N’s brute strength and relentless aggression were met with Alexa’s cunning and agility. Every time Y/N thought she had the upper hand, Alexa would slip out of her grasp like smoke, delivering a swift kick or an unexpected counter that kept Y/N off balance.

But Y/N wasn’t one to be outdone. She powered through Alexa’s mind games, using her sheer force to wear down her opponent. The crowd roared as Y/N delivered a thunderous clothesline that sent Alexa crashing to the mat. For a moment, it seemed like Y/N had the match in hand.

But Alexa, ever resourceful, wasn’t finished yet. She played possum, waiting for Y/N to get too close before springing up and delivering a wicked DDT that stunned Y/N and brought the crowd to their feet.

The match raged on, both women pushing themselves to the limit. Alexa’s resilience surprised Y/N — she had underestimated just how tough the smaller woman could be. But Y/N was determined to end this once and for all. She hoisted Alexa onto her shoulders, preparing to deliver a move that would seal her victory.

But as she did, something unexpected happened.

Alexa, rather than struggling to escape, leaned in close, her breath hot against Y/N’s ear. “You’re stronger than I thought,” she whispered, her voice soft and almost… affectionate?

The words caught Y/N off guard, her grip faltering just enough for Alexa to slip free. Before Y/N could react, Alexa delivered a quick roll-up pin, using her momentum to catch Y/N off balance. The referee’s hand hit the mat three times before Y/N could break free.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the match, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Alexa’s music hit the speakers as she rolled out of the ring, a triumphant grin on her face. Y/N was left on her knees in the ring, a mix of frustration and confusion swirling in her mind.

Alexa had beaten her, but it wasn’t the loss that bothered Y/N. It was the way she had lost — the way Alexa had gotten inside her head at the last moment, just enough to throw her off her game.

As Y/N watched Alexa celebrate her victory on the ramp, a strange feeling settled in her chest. It wasn’t anger or resentment. It was something else, something she wasn’t sure she wanted to acknowledge.

But one thing was certain: this wasn’t over.

Backstage, Y/N paced the locker room, her thoughts a whirlwind of frustration and confusion. She was angry with herself for letting Alexa get the better of her, but more than that, she was unsettled by the emotions the match had stirred up. She wasn’t used to feeling this way — off-balance, uncertain. It wasn’t like her.

The door to the locker room creaked open, and Y/N stopped pacing, her eyes narrowing as Alexa Bliss stepped inside. The smaller woman closed the door behind her, leaning against it with a satisfied smile.

“You’re upset,” Alexa observed, her tone light but with an edge of something more.

“What do you want, Bliss?” Y/N’s voice was clipped, her patience running thin.

Alexa took a step forward, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s. “I wanted to see how you were doing. You seemed… bothered.”

Y/N clenched her fists, trying to keep her emotions in check. “What’s your game, Alexa? You’re always playing games. What’s this one?”

Alexa stopped in front of Y/N, close enough that Y/N could feel the warmth radiating from her. “Maybe I like playing games with you. Maybe I like seeing what makes you tick.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Is that all this is? Another mind game?”

Alexa’s smile softened, and for the first time, Y/N saw something in her eyes that wasn’t mischief or cunning. It was something more genuine, something almost… vulnerable.

“I don’t know,” Alexa admitted, her voice quieter now. “You’re different, Y/N. You’re not like the others. You don’t scare easily, and you don’t fall for my tricks. It’s… intriguing.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by the honesty in Alexa’s words. This wasn’t the Alexa Bliss she was used to. This was someone else, someone who was showing a side of herself that few people ever saw.

“What are you saying?” Y/N asked, her voice softer now, the anger from earlier dissipating.

“I’m saying that maybe I don’t want to just play games with you,” Alexa replied, her eyes searching Y/N’s face. “Maybe I want to know you. The real you.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. This was uncharted territory for her. She was used to dealing with opponents, with threats, with battles. But this… this was something entirely different.

“Why?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alexa hesitated, as if unsure of her own answer. “Because I see something in you. Something that I don’t see in anyone else. And maybe… maybe you see something in me too.”

Y/N was silent, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. She had never expected this, never imagined that she and Alexa would be standing here, having this conversation. But as she looked into Alexa’s eyes, she realized that maybe she had seen something in her all along. Something that had drawn her in, even when she didn’t want to admit it.

Slowly, almost tentatively, Y/N reached out and took Alexa’s hand. The smaller woman looked up at her, surprise and something else — hope, maybe — flickering in her eyes.

“I don’t know what this is,” Y/N said, her voice steady but gentle. “But I’m willing to find out.”

Alexa’s smile returned, softer this time, without the usual edge of mischief. She squeezed Y/N’s hand, a silent agreement passing between them.

“Me too,” Alexa whispered.

For a moment, they just stood there, hands intertwined, the weight of their unspoken agreement settling over them

. There was no need for words, no need for explanations. Whatever this was, it was real, and it was theirs to explore.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions for Y/N. She and Alexa didn’t talk about what had happened in the locker room, but there was an unspoken understanding between them. They were no longer just rivals in the ring; there was something deeper connecting them now.

Y/N found herself thinking about Alexa more often than she cared to admit. She thought about the way Alexa had looked at her, the vulnerability in her eyes that she usually kept hidden behind a mask of bravado. It made Y/N want to protect her, to keep that side of Alexa safe from the world.

But Y/N also knew that Alexa was more than capable of taking care of herself. She was tough, resilient, and sharp as a tack. It was one of the things Y/N admired most about her. Alexa didn’t need anyone to protect her — but Y/N couldn’t help wanting to.

Their interactions changed subtly. Alexa would seek her out backstage, sometimes just to talk, other times to share a quiet moment before their matches. Y/N found herself opening up in ways she hadn’t before, sharing pieces of herself that she had kept guarded for so long.

In the ring, their chemistry was undeniable. Their matches became even more intense, each move charged with a new kind of energy. The WWE Universe couldn’t get enough of it — the rivalry that had turned into something more, something no one had expected.

One night, after another grueling match, Y/N and Alexa found themselves alone in the locker room once again. They were both exhausted, sweat dripping from their bodies, but there was a sense of satisfaction in the air. They had pushed each other to the limit, and the crowd had loved every second of it.

Y/N sat on the bench, catching her breath as she peeled off her gloves. Alexa sat beside her, a small smile on her lips as she looked over at Y/N.

“You’re getting better,” Alexa teased, nudging Y/N with her elbow. “I might have to start trying harder.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “I could say the same about you. You keep me on my toes.”

Alexa’s smile softened, her gaze lingering on Y/N’s face. “I like that about you. You don’t let me get away with anything.”

Y/N looked over at her, their eyes meeting. There was something in the air between them, something that had been building for weeks. Neither of them moved, neither of them spoke, but the tension between them was palpable.

Finally, Alexa reached out, her hand resting on Y/N’s cheek. Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart pounding as she felt the warmth of Alexa’s touch.

“Y/N…” Alexa whispered, her voice barely audible.

Before Y/N could respond, Alexa closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Y/N’s in a soft, tentative kiss. For a moment, Y/N froze, her mind reeling. But then, instinct took over, and she kissed Alexa back, her hand sliding to the back of Alexa’s neck, pulling her closer.

The kiss was slow, gentle, and filled with all the emotions they had been holding back. When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

“I didn’t expect this,” Y/N admitted, her voice rough with emotion.

“Neither did I,” Alexa replied, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s cheek. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Y/N smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest that she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Me too.”

They sat there for a moment longer, just holding each other, the weight of what had just happened settling over them. There was no need for words, no need to define what this was. It was enough that they were together, that they had found something real in the chaos of their lives.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt at peace.

The weeks that followed were a blur of matches, travel, and stolen moments between Y/N and Alexa. They kept their relationship private, not wanting to invite scrutiny or gossip from the rest of the roster. But when they were alone, away from the cameras and the fans, they were free to be themselves.

Y/N found herself falling for Alexa in a way she hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just physical — though the attraction between them was undeniable. It was deeper than that, a connection that went beyond the ring. Alexa understood Y/N in a way that no one else did, and Y/N found herself opening up to her in ways she never had before.

They spent their free time together, talking about everything and nothing, sharing stories from their pasts, and dreaming about the future. Y/N had never imagined that she would find someone like Alexa, someone who could see past the tough exterior and understand the person beneath.

One night, after a particularly brutal match, they found themselves in Y/N’s hotel room, sitting on the bed, exhausted but content. Alexa was curled up beside Y/N, her head resting on Y/N’s shoulder, their fingers intertwined.

“I never thought I’d find this,” Y/N admitted, her voice quiet in the darkness. “Not in this business.”

Alexa looked up at her, her eyes soft and full of emotion. “Neither did I. But I’m glad we did.”

Y/N smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Alexa’s head. “Me too.”

They sat there in comfortable silence, the weight of the world slipping away as they held each other close. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like she had found a place where she belonged — not just in the ring, but in Alexa’s arms.

And no matter what challenges the future might bring, Y/N knew they would face them together. Because they weren’t just rivals anymore — they were partners, in every sense of the word.

The Reaper had found her match, and she wasn’t letting go.

[reaper2187]

Rhea ripley x wrestler female reader

The dim lights of the arena flickered ominously as the packed crowd buzzed with excitement. The heavy bass of the entrance music thumped through the air, and the energy was electric, ready to burst at any moment. It was one of those nights where everything seemed on edge, as though something massive was about to go down.

Inside the ring, Rhea Ripley stood tall, her usual fierce and menacing demeanor barely masking the exhaustion from a grueling match. She was holding her own against Liv Morgan and Finn Bálor, two of the newly formed “Judgment Day.” To her side, Damian Priest was struggling to fend off Dominik Mysterio and JD McDonagh, who had aligned with the new faction. The odds were stacked against them, but Rhea and Damian had faced worse before.

Still, this was different. The betrayal stung deeply, especially after all they had been through with the original Judgment Day. Rhea could feel the familiar burn of fury deep in her chest as she exchanged blows with Liv, her mind replaying the moments of betrayal over and over. Finn’s smirk as he joined forces with Liv, Dominik’s cold gaze, and Kalisto’s unexpected appearance — all of it drove her forward with a mix of rage and determination.

But they were tired. Damian was barely on his feet, holding his ribs as he blocked JD’s strikes. Rhea was slowing down, each punch and kick taking more out of her. And worst of all, they were outnumbered.

Rhea ducked under a clothesline from Liv and countered with a thunderous dropkick that sent Liv sprawling to the mat. She quickly turned her attention to Finn, who was grinning wickedly as he closed in on her. Finn Bálor was a cunning opponent, always two steps ahead, and Rhea knew she had to be careful.

Just as she readied herself to face him, she heard a deafening roar from the crowd. The arena's lights dimmed further, plunging everything into darkness except for a single spotlight that illuminated the entrance ramp. The titantron flickered to life, displaying an ominous skull logo shrouded in shadows, followed by the name "REAPER" in bold, blood-red letters.

The arena erupted in cheers and gasps of surprise. Rhea’s eyes widened slightly, a smirk tugging at her lips. The Reaper had arrived.

The pounding beat of a dark, foreboding theme music echoed through the arena, and the figure emerged from the darkness. Y/N, known as "Reaper," strode confidently onto the stage. Her presence commanded attention; she was a force of nature, a storm wrapped in human form. Clad in black from head to toe, she wore a sports bra that showcased her defined muscles, cargo pants, and combat boots with chains clinking ominously as she walked. A bandana wrapped around her arm, and her face bore the markings of a skull, accentuating her intimidating aura. She was a masculine powerhouse, and the crowd was on their feet, chanting her name.

Reaper didn’t waste any time. She sprinted down the ramp, her focus locked onto the chaos in the ring. Rhea, sensing the shift in momentum, felt a surge of energy. She could already tell that Y/N was about to turn the tide of this battle.

Liv Morgan, now on her feet, noticed Reaper’s approach and yelled a warning to Finn. But it was too late. Reaper slid under the ropes and charged at Finn with the ferocity of a wild animal. Her shoulder connected with his midsection, driving him into the corner. The force of the impact knocked the wind out of him, and before he could recover, Reaper unleashed a series of brutal punches to his abdomen, each one more devastating than the last.

Finn crumpled to the mat, gasping for air. Reaper didn’t give him a moment's respite. She grabbed him by the head and threw him into the center of the ring, where Rhea was waiting. Without missing a beat, Rhea hoisted Finn onto her shoulders and delivered a devastating Riptide that left him motionless on the canvas.

Across the ring, Damian was struggling to hold off Dominik and JD. Reaper quickly assessed the situation and decided to even the odds. She grabbed a stunned Liv Morgan by the arm and yanked her away from Rhea, tossing her into the ropes. Liv rebounded and was met with a vicious big boot from Reaper that sent her crashing to the mat.

Damian, now free of the extra pressure, managed to fend off Dominik with a well-placed kick to the midsection. JD tried to capitalize on the distraction, but Reaper was already on him. She grabbed JD by the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease, and then slammed him down with a chokeslam that shook the entire ring.

The crowd was going wild, and the commentary team was in shock. "Who the hell is this?!" one of them shouted. "Reaper just decimated the new Judgment Day! This is unbelievable!"

Rhea stood in the center of the ring, her breathing heavy but a smile of pure satisfaction on her face as she watched Y/N dismantle their enemies. This was what they needed. This was the kind of backup that would send a clear message to anyone who thought they could cross them.

As the dust settled, Finn, Liv, Dominik, and JD were all sprawled out on the mat, writhing in pain. Reaper stood tall, her chest heaving as she glared down at the carnage she had wrought. Rhea walked over to her, their eyes meeting with a shared understanding. They didn’t need words; they both knew what this alliance meant.

Damian finally made his way over to them, clutching his side but grinning through the pain. "Hell of an entrance," he managed to say, his voice rough but appreciative.

Reaper nodded, her gaze still fixed on the fallen foes around them. "They won’t know what hit them," she replied, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down Damian’s spine.

The three of them stood united in the ring, a formidable force that no one would dare challenge lightly. The crowd was still buzzing, and chants of "REAPER" echoed through the arena. This was the beginning of something new, something powerful. The Judgment Day had tried to break them, but they had only succeeded in making them stronger.

Later that night, back in the locker room, Rhea, Damian, and Reaper sat together, reviewing the footage of the match. Rhea had her feet up on a bench, a satisfied smirk on her face. Damian was nursing a few bruises but seemed in good spirits. Reaper, however, remained stoic, her expression unreadable as she watched the replays of her attacks on the screen.

"You really laid them out," Rhea said, glancing over at Y/N. "I think they’ll think twice before messing with us again."

Y/N shrugged, her focus still on the screen. "They were asking for it," she replied simply. "Betrayal has consequences."

Damian nodded in agreement. "We needed that. After everything they did, we needed to show them that we’re not going down without a fight. But now we need to keep the pressure on. We can’t let them regroup."

Rhea leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she considered their next move. "Agreed. We need to hit them where it hurts. Take out their leader, and the rest will crumble."

Y/N finally tore her gaze away from the screen, turning to face Rhea and Damian. "Finn’s the key," she said, her voice firm. "He’s the one holding them together. We take him out, and the rest of them will fall apart."

Rhea grinned, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll go after Finn and make sure he knows that betraying us was the worst mistake of his life."

Damian cracked his knuckles, a determined look on his face. "I’m ready whenever you are."

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Let’s make this personal. Let’s make them regret ever crossing us."

With their plan set, the three of them sat in silence for a moment, the weight of what they were about to do settling over them. They knew that this was just the beginning, and the road ahead would be filled with challenges. But they were ready. Together, they were unstoppable.

Over the next few weeks, the tension between the two factions escalated. The new Judgment Day tried to regroup after the brutal beatdown they had suffered, but Rhea, Damian, and Reaper were relentless. They ambushed their enemies at every opportunity, targeting Finn specifically with a series of calculated attacks that left him battered and bruised.

The arena became a battleground, with each faction trying to outdo the other in a vicious cycle of revenge. But it was clear that Rhea, Damian, and Reaper had the upper hand. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and their shared thirst for vengeance made them a deadly combination.

Reaper’s presence in particular struck fear into their opponents. She was a force to be reckoned with, her brutal strength and unwavering focus making her a nightmare in the ring. The fans couldn’t get enough of her, and she quickly became one of the most talked-about wrestlers in the industry.

But despite the success, Y/N remained distant, her stoic demeanor rarely breaking. Rhea noticed it more and more as the weeks went on, sensing that there was something deeper driving Y/N. One night, after another successful ambush on Finn and his crew, Rhea decided to confront her.

They were back in the locker

room, the adrenaline still pumping from the night’s events. Damian had already left to get checked out by the medical team, leaving Rhea and Y/N alone. Rhea watched as Y/N methodically unwrapped the bandana from her arm, her movements slow and deliberate.

"You were brutal out there tonight," Rhea said, breaking the silence. "Not that I’m complaining, but… what’s driving you?"

Y/N paused for a moment, her hands stilling as she considered the question. "They hurt you," she finally said, her voice low but intense. "They betrayed you, and they need to pay for that."

Rhea raised an eyebrow, surprised by the depth of emotion in Y/N’s voice. "It’s more than that," she pressed. "I can see it in your eyes. This isn’t just about revenge for me and Damian. What’s going on?"

Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she sat down on the bench. For the first time since they had met, she looked vulnerable, her tough exterior cracking just enough to let Rhea see the pain beneath.

"I’ve been betrayed before," Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not in the ring, but in my personal life. People I thought I could trust turned on me, used me, and then left me for dead. I swore I’d never let that happen again. So when I saw what they did to you… it hit close to home."

Rhea’s expression softened, understanding dawning on her. She sat down next to Y/N, resting a hand on her shoulder. "I get it," she said gently. "And I appreciate you having our backs. But you don’t have to carry this burden alone. We’re a team now. We’re in this together."

Y/N looked over at Rhea, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "I know," she replied. "And that’s why I won’t let them win. Not this time."

Rhea smiled, giving Y/N’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "We won’t let them win. Together, we’re unstoppable."

The final confrontation came at a major pay-per-view event, where the two factions were set to face off in a six-person tag team match. The tension was palpable as the two teams prepared for battle, the weight of everything that had transpired hanging heavy in the air.

The match was brutal, with both sides giving it their all. Finn, Liv, Dominik, JD, Rhea, Damian, and Y/N fought with a ferocity that left the audience on the edge of their seats. It was a war, plain and simple, with no love lost between the competitors.

But it was clear from the start that the new Judgment Day was outmatched. Rhea, Damian, and Y/N had spent weeks perfecting their strategy, and it paid off. They systematically dismantled their opponents, isolating them one by one and picking them apart with ruthless efficiency.

The climax of the match came when Y/N found herself face-to-face with Finn Bálor. The arena was electric, the crowd roaring in anticipation as the two stared each other down. Finn was battered and bruised, but his eyes burned with defiance. Y/N, on the other hand, was calm, her expression unreadable as she prepared to deliver the final blow.

Finn charged at her, but Y/N was ready. She sidestepped his attack and grabbed him by the waist, lifting him into the air with ease before slamming him down with a devastating powerbomb. The impact shook the ring, and the crowd erupted in cheers as Finn lay motionless on the mat.

Y/N didn’t stop there. She hoisted Finn up once more, this time locking him in a brutal submission hold that left him writhing in pain. Liv and Dominik tried to intervene, but Rhea and Damian were there to cut them off, delivering their own finishing moves that left them incapacitated.

With Finn at her mercy, Y/N tightened her grip, her eyes locked onto his as he struggled to breathe. "This is for everything you’ve done," she growled, her voice cold and unforgiving. "You made a mistake when you crossed us."

Finn’s struggles grew weaker, and the referee quickly signaled for the bell, declaring Y/N, Rhea, and Damian the winners. The crowd erupted in cheers, the arena filled with the deafening roar of victory.

Y/N finally released Finn, letting him slump to the mat as she stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion. Rhea and Damian joined her in the center of the ring, raising their arms in triumph as they soaked in the adulation of the crowd. They had done it. They had avenged the betrayal, and now, they stood victorious.

As they left the ring, Y/N couldn’t help but glance back at the fallen members of the new Judgment Day. A part of her felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that they had gotten what they deserved. But another part of her, the part that had been hurt and betrayed so many times before, felt something else — a sense of closure.

This battle had been more than just a fight for dominance in the ring. It had been a way for Y/N to confront her own demons, to finally put the past behind her and move forward. And now, as she walked alongside Rhea and Damian, she knew that she wasn’t alone anymore. She had found a new family, a new purpose, and together, they were unstoppable.

In the weeks that followed, the trio continued to dominate the WWE, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Y/N had found her place among them, not just as a fierce competitor but as a trusted ally and friend. The fans couldn’t get enough of the Reaper, and she quickly became one of the most popular wrestlers in the industry.

But despite all the success, Y/N remained humble, her focus always on the next challenge, the next battle to be won. She knew that the world of wrestling was unpredictable, that alliances could shift in an instant, and that the only way to stay on top was to keep fighting, keep pushing forward.

And that’s exactly what she did. With Rhea and Damian by her side, Y/N faced every challenge head-on, determined to carve out her own legacy in the WWE. The Reaper had arrived, and there was no stopping her now.

Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, and the WWE would never be the same again.

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to confirm

Ahem, some of you know i used to write and post one story per day, but i kinda stopped , the reason is i failed one of my exams so im gonna resit it, so i have to study for it again. not that im not going to write just need to study again. Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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Yumeko x female reader

The clatter of chips, the whirl of roulette wheels, and the cacophony of excited murmurs filled the air. Hyakkaou Private Academy, a place where gambling wasn't just a pastime but a way of life, buzzed with its usual frenetic energy. In the midst of this vibrant chaos stood Yumeko Jabami, her long black hair cascading down her back, her eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger for the next gamble. Beside her was Y/N, her girlfriend and partner-in-crime, a figure who contrasted Yumeko's dainty elegance with her own strong, androgynous presence.

Y/N, with her cropped hair and confident stride, exuded a kind of charisma that drew eyes just as easily as Yumeko's did. She wore the school uniform with a casual defiance, the blazer hanging open over her crisp white shirt, the tie loosened around her neck. Her eyes, sharp and keen, scanned the room with the practiced ease of a predator on the hunt.

They had been together for almost a year now, bound by their mutual love for high stakes and the intoxicating thrill of the gamble. Their relationship was an enigma to many – Yumeko, the wild card who could never be predicted, and Y/N, the cool-headed strategist who always seemed to have an ace up her sleeve. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with in the cutthroat world of Hyakkaou's gambling elite.

Tonight, they were at one of the academy's exclusive gambling dens, a dimly lit room filled with opulent furnishings and an air of tension so thick it was almost palpable. The room was alive with the sounds of bets being placed and fortunes being won and lost.

"Y/N, darling," Yumeko purred, her voice dripping with excitement, "What do you think we should try our luck at tonight? Cards? Roulette? Or something a bit more…exotic?"

Y/N smirked, her eyes meeting Yumeko's with a knowing glint. "How about a game of poker? High stakes, of course. Let's see who we can draw out from the shadows tonight."

Yumeko's eyes sparkled with delight. "Oh, how thrilling! I do love a good poker game. The way the tension builds with every card… It's simply divine."

They made their way to one of the poker tables, where a group of students were already seated, their expressions a mix of confidence and anxiety. The dealer, a stern-looking upperclassman, nodded as they approached.

"Mind if we join?" Y/N asked, her tone polite but carrying an undertone of challenge.

The students glanced at each other, recognizing the infamous duo. One of them, a blonde girl with sharp features, scoffed. "If you think you can handle it. But don't expect any mercy."

Yumeko chuckled, her laughter light and carefree. "Oh, we wouldn't dream of it. After all, where's the fun in that?"

They took their seats, and the dealer began to shuffle the deck. As the cards were dealt, Y/N felt the familiar rush of adrenaline, her senses sharpening, her mind calculating probabilities and strategies. Beside her, Yumeko radiated a giddy excitement, her eyes darting from player to player, taking in every detail.

The first few rounds were relatively uneventful, a dance of cautious bets and subtle bluffs. But as the stakes grew higher, the atmosphere at the table became increasingly charged. Y/N played with her usual composed intensity, her face an unreadable mask, while Yumeko reveled in the escalating tension, her every move a tantalizing blend of unpredictability and skill.

It was during a particularly high-stakes hand that the real excitement began. Y/N found herself with a promising hand – a pair of queens. She glanced at Yumeko, who met her gaze with a sly smile, her own cards hidden from view. Trusting in their unspoken connection, Y/N raised the bet, pushing a significant pile of chips into the center of the table.

The other players hesitated, their eyes flicking nervously between Y/N and Yumeko. The blonde girl from earlier sneered, her eyes narrowing. "Trying to scare us off, Y/N? It won't work. I'm all in."

She pushed all her chips forward, her expression defiant. Y/N's eyes flicked to Yumeko again, who simply nodded, her smile widening.

"All in," Y/N said, her voice steady, matching the blonde's bet.

The dealer revealed the next card, and Y/N felt her heart skip a beat – it was another queen. She now had three of a kind. Keeping her face impassive, she waited for the final card to be dealt. It was a seven, completing the hand.

"Show your cards," the dealer instructed.

The blonde girl laid down her hand – a flush. She smirked, her confidence radiating. "Beat that."

Y/N calmly revealed her three queens, and the blonde's smirk faltered, her eyes widening in disbelief. Yumeko clapped her hands, her laughter ringing out like a melody.

"Oh, Y/N, that was splendid!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with pride and excitement.

The blonde girl gritted her teeth, glaring at Y/N. "You got lucky this time."

Y/N simply shrugged, her demeanor unruffled. "Luck's just a part of the game. Maybe next time, you'll have more of it."

As the dealer pushed the mountain of chips towards her, Y/N felt a rush of satisfaction. But more than that, she felt the familiar thrill that came from sharing a victory with Yumeko. They were a perfect team – each balancing the other's strengths and weaknesses, each pushing the other to new heights.

The night wore on, and they continued to dominate the table, their winnings piling up. The other players gradually dropped out, unable to keep up with their relentless pace. Finally, it was just the two of them left, facing off in a mock showdown for the remaining chips.

Yumeko's eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at Y/N. "One last hand, darling. Winner takes all."

Y/N chuckled, her heart pounding with exhilaration. "You're on."

The cards were dealt, and they played with the same intensity and passion that had brought them together. In the end, Yumeko won by a narrow margin, her victory met with a triumphant laugh and a dazzling smile.

"Well played," Y/N said, leaning back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Yumeko reached across the table, taking Y/N's hand in hers. "Thank you, Y/N. Playing with you is always the most delightful gamble of all."

Y/N squeezed her hand, feeling a surge of affection. "Likewise, Yumeko. There's no one else I'd rather have by my side."

As they gathered their winnings and left the gambling den, they walked side by side, their hands intertwined. The night was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the intensity of the gambling hall. They strolled through the academy grounds, enjoying the rare moment of peace.

"You know," Y/N said after a while, her tone thoughtful, "I've been thinking about our next move. There's a rumor going around about a new high-stakes game happening tomorrow night. Something big."

Yumeko's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh? Do tell me more."

"It's supposed to be a secret, but I heard it involves some of the most influential students in the academy. The stakes are incredibly high – not just money, but reputations, favors, and even future positions in the student council."

Yumeko's smile widened, a glint of anticipation in her eyes. "That sounds absolutely delicious. We simply must be a part of it."

Y/N nodded, her own excitement growing. "Agreed. We'll need to be at our best, though. This isn't just about winning money. It's about power."

Yumeko leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/N's ear. "And you know how much I love power games, darling. The higher the stakes, the more exhilarating the gamble."

Y/N felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "Then it's settled. Tomorrow night, we'll show them exactly what we're capable of."

As they made their way back to their dorm, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and affection for Yumeko. They were an unstoppable team, bound together by their love of gambling and the thrill of the game. No matter what challenges lay ahead, Y/N knew that with Yumeko by her side, they could conquer anything.

The next day passed in a blur of anticipation and preparation. Y/N and Yumeko spent hours honing their strategies, studying their potential opponents, and discussing every possible angle of the upcoming game. By the time night fell, they were ready.

The secret gambling venue was hidden away in an old, abandoned part of the academy, accessible only to those who knew where to look. As they approached, Y/N felt her heart pounding with excitement. This was it – the ultimate gamble, the highest stakes they'd ever faced.

Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension and anticipation. A dozen or so students were already gathered, each one a formidable gambler in their own right. Among them were several members of the student council, their expressions cold and calculating.

"Welcome," a voice said, drawing their attention to the front of the room. It was Kirari Momobami, the enigmatic and powerful student council president. "I see we have some new faces tonight. How delightful. I trust you're all prepared for the game?"

Yumeko stepped forward, her smile radiant. "Oh, we're more than prepared, Kirari. We can't wait to see what you have in store for us."

Kirari's eyes flicked to Y/N, and a faint smile touched her lips. "Well then, let's begin."

The game that followed was intense and thrilling, a whirlwind of strategy, deception, and high stakes. Every move was scrutinized, every bet calculated with precision. Y/N and Yumeko played with their usual blend of skill and daring, their partnership flawless and unbreakable.

As the final hand was dealt, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline. The stakes were higher than ever, the tension almost unbearable. But with Yumeko by her side, she felt invincible.

In the end, they emerged victorious, their winnings a testament to their unparalleled skill and unshakable bond. As they collected their prizes and prepared to leave, Yumeko turned to Y/N, her eyes shining with pride and affection.

"That was incredible, Y/N. I couldn't have done it without you."

Y/N smiled, her heart full of love and admiration. "The feeling is mutual, Yumeko. We make an amazing team."

As they walked hand in hand through the quiet night, Y/N knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Their love for gambling was more than just a shared passion – it was a symbol of their deep connection and unwavering support for each other.

And so, as they strolled through the moonlit grounds of Hyakkaou Private Academy, Y/N and Yumeko knew that their journey was far from over. The thrill of the gamble, the excitement of the unknown – it was all part of the adventure they shared. And as long as they had each other, there was no challenge they couldn't conquer.