#Seriously this was one crazy spark session

[zesty4zenin]

I’m pretty sure I sent one- but nonetheless! I remember exactly. Can you do a Yandere! Yuji oneshot? It’s much like your teen Gojo one, but instead reader was originally a transfer student from the USA and came to Jujutsu tech to learn more but then had to go back home? If that makes any sense whatsoever, I’ve had this idea for a while now!

“𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.” YANDERE!YUJI ITADORI X GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

SYPNOSIS: Yuji meets the American transfer student and can’t help but come to love them! But what happens when he finds out they have to go back home?

WARNINGS: emotional manipulation, and that’s it!

A/N: it made sense, dw!! Thanks for the request ^^ also I felt like I made Yuji like softish yandere, not too crazy lol

IT WAS another day at Jujutsu Tech for Yuji. Same routine as usual—learn how to control his cursed energy, fool around a little bit, then continue training. Afterward, he’d finish school, hang out with Nobara and Megumi, and go back to his dorm to sleep.

It was a routine he followed every day, yet Yuji didn’t dislike it. In fact, he found it enjoyable, even comforting. There was always something fun about their banter and training sessions.

But sometimes, a small part of him wished for something different. A new face among the first years, someone to add a spark to their already dynamic group. Don’t get him wrong, he liked Nobara and Megumi. They were his friends. He just… wanted to meet someone new.

And that’s exactly what happened.

One day, as Yuji was walking into class, he spotted Nobara and Megumi talking quietly in the corner. Their heads were close together, and they seemed deep in conversation. Curiosity piqued, Yuji strolled over, plopping down between the two of them with a bright grin.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Yuji asked, eyes darting between them.

Nobara huffed, leaning back in her seat. "We’re getting a new student," she said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "Gojo-sensei wouldn’t shut up about it before he left to go get them."

Yuji’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A new student? Seriously? I didn’t hear anything about that!" His voice was laced with excitement as he leaned forward. "Did Gojo-sensei say anything else? Like, who they are or what they can do?"

Megumi shrugged, his usual stoic expression in place. "No details yet. Just that they’d be joining our class."

Nobara rolled her eyes. "Knowing Gojo, he’s probably making it more dramatic than it needs to be. But still… it’ll be interesting to see what they’re like."

Yuji’s mind buzzed with possibilities. Who could this new student be? Would they be strong? Fun to hang out with? His excitement grew, though he couldn’t shake a strange, underlying feeling that this new arrival would change things.

Yuji barely had time to ask another question before the door slid open, revealing Gojo with his usual carefree smile plastered on his face. But this time, he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him was someone new—someone Yuji had never seen before.

“Alright, everyone!” Gojo announced, his voice carrying through the room. “I’d like to introduce you to your new classmate! They’re from the USA, so play nice.”

Yuji’s eyes immediately locked onto you, and the world seemed to slow down for a moment. You stood there, quietly beside Gojo, your expression a little nervous but determined. There was something about you that Yuji couldn’t quite place—maybe it was the way you carried yourself, or maybe it was just the fact that you were new, different.

“This is [Your Name]. They’ve come a long way, so let’s make them feel welcome!” Gojo said, giving you a gentle nudge forward.

“Hi,” you greeted softly, your voice drawing Yuji’s attention even more. The way you spoke was different, a little unfamiliar, but it intrigued him.

Nobara waved lazily, “Cool, nice to meet you. Don’t mess up on the first day, okay?” she teased.

Megumi gave a small nod, but Yuji was still staring at you, his mind whirling. USA? That was cool! But more than that, something strange was happening—his heart was pounding in his chest, a little faster than normal. A warm, almost uncomfortable feeling spread through him, and for the first time in a long time, Yuji felt… off-balance.

What is this? Yuji thought, blinking as he tried to calm the weird sensation creeping up on him. He’d never felt this way before, not even with all the excitement in his life. He swallowed, his throat dry, as he wondered if this was what people meant by "love at first sight." Could it really be happening to him? Right now?

Gojo clapped his hands, snapping Yuji out of his thoughts. “Alright, take a seat, and we’ll get started. Yuji, maybe you can show them around later?”

Yuji felt his face flush. "Uh, yeah! I’d—uh—I’d love to!" he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. Nobara shot him a strange look, but Yuji couldn’t focus on anything other than you and the rapid thudding of his heart.

As you made your way to sit down, Yuji couldn't stop stealing glances in your direction. There was something about your presence that pulled him in, something magnetic. He couldn’t explain it, but he was determined to get to know you.

Could this really be love?

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A few days had passed since you arrived at Jujutsu Tech, and Yuji had quickly become your unofficial guide. Wherever you went, he wasn’t far behind, always smiling and eager to help. It was as if he had taken it upon himself to make sure you felt comfortable—and he did so with relentless enthusiasm.

"Hey! Do you wanna check out the training grounds after class?" Yuji asked one afternoon, his voice full of energy as usual. "I could show you some of my moves, and maybe you could show me what you’ve got!"

You smiled politely, nodding. "Sure, sounds good," you said, though your mind drifted to the fact that you hadn’t had a moment alone in days. Not that Yuji was unpleasant, but his constant presence had started to feel a bit… overwhelming.

During those few days, Yuji had been like a shadow, always around, always talking. He showed you everything—where Gojo liked to disappear to, the best spots to train, even introducing you to his favorite movie, Human Earthworm.

That one had been… interesting, to say the least. You’d sat through the whole thing with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along as Yuji excitedly explained each ridiculous plot point. But truth be told, you found the movie more than a little icky. The thought of saying that out loud, however, seemed like it would crush Yuji’s spirits, so you kept it to yourself.

Now, as the days passed, it had become clear that Yuji was spending more time with you than with Nobara and Megumi. The two of them had even made jokes about it.

"Looks like you’ve been replaced," Nobara had teased Megumi earlier that morning, crossing her arms and giving a knowing smirk. "Yuji’s got a new best friend."

Megumi had just shrugged, as stoic as ever. "It’s not like he was ever that quiet around us, but now… it’s a bit much, don’t you think?"

But to Yuji, spending all his time with you just felt right. He wasn’t even fully aware of how much he had gravitated toward you; it just happened. Whether it was showing you around the school, helping you with assignments, or introducing you to his favorite snacks, Yuji had become your constant companion.

One day, while walking through the courtyard, Yuji beamed at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I don’t know if I’ve said it yet, but I’m really glad you came to Jujutsu Tech. It’s been… different, in a good way, y’know?"

You chuckled softly, trying to match his enthusiasm. "Yeah, it’s been nice. I’m starting to feel more comfortable here."

That made Yuji’s grin widen. "Good! ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere! If you ever need anything, I’m here, okay?" His voice had a hint of something deeper, something that almost bordered on possessive, but his tone remained cheerful enough for you to brush it off.

"Thanks, Yuji. I appreciate it." You smiled back, though a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if his constant hovering would ever let up. Still, his heart was in the right place, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for space—not when he looked so genuinely happy to be around you.

Yuji’s grin stayed plastered on his face as the two of you continued walking through the courtyard. He shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing over at you every few seconds like he was making sure you were still there. “You know,” he started, his voice more casual now, “I’ve been thinking. Maybe after class, we could catch another movie. I’ve got a list of my favorites—ones I think you’ll really like.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, remembering the last time. “Another one? I’m still recovering from Human Earthworm.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, okay, maybe that one was a bit much for a first pick. But I swear, the others are better! Way less icky, promise.”

"Sure, I’m game," you agreed, though you mentally prepared yourself for whatever bizarre film he had in store next. Yuji’s excitement was contagious, and despite your reservations, you couldn’t say no to him. His energy was something you’d come to expect, and part of you didn’t mind indulging him.

Yuji’s face lit up. "Great! I’ll pick a good one this time, I swear! It’ll be something you actually like." His gaze softened for a moment as he added, "I want you to have fun, y’know? Since you’ve been spending all your time with me… I don’t want to, like, bore you or anything."

You looked at him, a little surprised by his sudden concern. "You’re not boring, Yuji," you reassured him, offering a warm smile. "I appreciate you showing me around and everything. It’s been… nice having someone like you around."

His eyes seemed to brighten at that, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Really? That’s… that’s great!” He practically beamed at you, looking like a puppy who’d just been given the best compliment of his life. “I was kinda worried, y’know? That maybe I was… uh… hanging around too much. But if you don’t mind, then I guess it’s all good!”

You hesitated for a split second before nodding. "Yeah, it’s fine. You’re just being helpful."

“Exactly!” he said, his voice picking up again with enthusiasm. “I just wanna help! I mean, I know being new here can be tough, so if I can make it easier for you, then I’m all in.”

As he talked, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you a bit longer than usual, like he was soaking up every word you said. There was something more in his gaze, something intense, but it was masked by his usual cheerfulness.

Before you could dwell on it, Yuji clapped his hands together. “Alright, so it’s a movie night then! I’ll grab some snacks, and we’ll meet up after class. You’re gonna love it, trust me!”

"Sounds like a plan," you said, trying to match his excitement, though a small part of you wondered just how long this constant attention would last. But as Yuji bounced beside you, clearly thrilled at the idea of spending more time together, you decided to push the thought aside.

At least for now.

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A few months later, Yuji entered the classroom, a bright grin on his face as usual. He was in a good mood—he always was when he knew he’d get to spend the day with you. These past months had been incredible for him. You two had grown closer, and he’d spent nearly every waking moment with you.

But as he walked in, something stopped him in his tracks. Across the room, you were standing with Nobara, her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. A little further away, Megumi was shaking your hand, his expression calm but respectful.

Yuji’s brow furrowed. What was going on? His heart gave an uncomfortable lurch, and he felt the familiar knot of jealousy coil in his chest. Why are they so close to you? Nobara's arms around you, Megumi's hand in yours—he didn't like it. But he forced himself to keep a smile on his face as he made his way over.

“Hey!” Yuji called out, his voice slightly too cheerful as he approached the group. “What’s going on here?” He tried to keep his tone light, but the jealousy simmering beneath the surface was hard to hide. He clenched his fists at his sides, making sure to smile as if everything was fine. But inside, a storm was brewing.

You turned to face him, and Yuji’s stomach dropped when he saw the look on your face. There was a hint of sadness in your eyes, something he didn’t quite understand. He could feel his heart racing, a nervous energy starting to fill him as he waited for your answer.

“Yuji, I…” you started, your voice softer than usual. “I’m going back to the USA. I’ve decided that I’ve learned enough here, and it’s time for me to head home.”

Yuji felt like the ground had just been ripped out from beneath him. His heart clenched painfully, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He tried to keep the smile on his face, but it faltered as your words sunk in.

“You’re… leaving?” he asked, his voice cracking despite his efforts to keep it steady. “But… why? You were doing great here. You don’t have to go…”

You smiled gently, your expression filled with understanding but also finality. “Yeah, but I think it’s time. I’ve learned a lot, and I’ve enjoyed my time here, but… it’s time to go back.”

Yuji felt something inside him break, like a small piece of himself had been shattered. He tried to speak, to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he stood there, staring at you, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of it all.

"But… what about… us?" he finally asked, his voice barely a whisper. His mind flashed through the memories of the time you'd spent together—every laugh, every smile, every moment he’d spent at your side. He couldn’t imagine Jujutsu Tech without you. He didn’t want to. You can't just leave. Not now. Not when I…

You sighed, your expression soft. “I’ll still keep in touch. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. This isn’t goodbye forever.”

But to Yuji, it felt like it. He could feel his heart sinking, a hollow ache spreading through his chest. He forced a smile, nodding as if he understood. “Yeah… yeah, of course. I mean, I’m happy for you,” he said, though his voice sounded distant to his own ears.

Nobara, still beside you, gave Yuji a sympathetic glance. “Hey, don’t be so down. They’ll visit, right? It’s not like we’re losing them completely.”

But to Yuji, it felt like losing everything.

“I’ll… I’ll catch up with you later,” Yuji mumbled, backing away before anyone could see the cracks forming in his usually bright demeanor. He turned and quickly left the room, the weight of your departure pressing down on him harder with each step.

As he walked down the hall, the reality hit him all at once. You were leaving. And no matter how much time you’d spent together, no matter how close you’d become, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Yuji walked aimlessly through the hallways, his mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. Every step felt heavier than the last, each breath more labored. He couldn’t believe it. You were leaving. The reality of it crushed him with an intensity he hadn’t anticipated. He replayed every moment of your time together, each smile and laugh, trying to convince himself that it had all meant something.

As he stood at a crossroads in his thoughts, one realization cut through the fog of his anguish—he couldn’t imagine his life without you. The time you had spent together wasn’t just a fleeting connection; it had grown into something deeper, something he couldn’t simply let go.

In his mind, you were his. All the moments, all the time you’d spent together, it couldn’t have meant nothing. You have to be his, Yuji thought desperately. You have to stay.

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After school, he walked with purpose, his resolve firm. He knew where you were—your dorm room. He was going to see you, to make sure you knew how much you meant to him, how he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

As he approached your dorm, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. He needed to talk to you, to make you understand how important you were to him, to convince you that leaving wasn’t an option.

The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, stepping inside. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of your belongings. You were sitting by your desk, going through some papers, seemingly lost in thought.

Yuji took a moment to collect himself, standing in the doorway as he looked at you. The sight of you in your dorm room, surrounded by your things, made his heart ache even more. He took another step forward, his voice trembling but filled with determination.

“Hey,” he started, his tone softer than he intended. “Can we talk?”

You looked up from your desk, surprised to see Yuji standing in your doorway. His face was a mix of determination and vulnerability that immediately caught your attention. You nodded, setting aside the papers and gesturing for him to come in.

“Sure, Yuji. What’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the apprehension you felt.

Yuji stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes were intense, and there was a desperation in his expression that you hadn’t seen before. “I… I just wanted to talk about what you said earlier,” he began, his voice wavering slightly. “About you leaving.”

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt as you met his gaze. “Yuji, I’ve made up my mind. It’s time for me to go back home. I’ve learned a lot here, and I think it’s best for me.”

Yuji shook his head, his eyes pleading. “No, you don’t understand. You can’t just leave. Not like this.”

“Why not?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation grounded. “It’s my decision, Yuji. It’s what I think is best for me.”

“But… what about us?” Yuji said, stepping closer. “All the time we’ve spent together—doesn’t that mean anything to you? Doesn’t it matter that we’ve grown so close?”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words. “Of course it matters. But sometimes, we have to make tough choices. This is mine.”

Yuji’s eyes filled with tears, and he took another step closer, his voice trembling. “I can’t… I can’t imagine my life without you. You mean so much to me. Every day with you has been… incredible. I don’t want to lose that.”

You looked away, feeling your resolve beginning to waver. “Yuji, I… I don’t know what to say.”

Yuji reached out and gently took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Please, don’t go. I need you here. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

His confession hit you like a tidal wave, and you tried to process the intensity of his words. Yuji’s grip tightened on your hand, and he pulled you closer. His eyes searched yours, filled with an earnest, almost desperate longing.

“Yuji,” you whispered, feeling the heat of his emotions. “This isn’t fair…”

“I know,” Yuji said, his voice breaking. “But I can’t help how I feel. I need you. I need you to stay.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with a gentle, almost pleading touch. The kiss was soft, but there was an undeniable intensity in it—a mixture of his desperation and his deep affection. Your mind raced as you felt the warmth of his lips, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear.

When he pulled back, his eyes were still locked on yours, filled with a hope that made your heart ache. “Please,” he repeated softly. “Stay with me.”

You felt your defenses crumble under the weight of his emotions. The kiss had stirred something inside you, a mix of affection and confusion. You were torn between your decision and the impact Yuji’s words—and actions—had on you.

With a heavy sigh, you nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, Yuji. I’ll stay.”

Yuji’s face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy, his tears giving way to a bright, hopeful smile. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as if afraid you might slip away. The intensity of his embrace and the depth of his emotions were overwhelming, and you found yourself caught up in the storm of his love and need.

As he held you, Yuji felt a fragile sense of victory, his heart still racing from the raw vulnerability he had shown. He had managed to sway you, to keep you by his side, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of what was fair.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. “Okay, I’ll tell Gojo-sensei that I’m staying,” you said softly, trying to offer a sense of finality to your decision.

Yuji’s face lit up with unrestrained happiness. He practically glowed with relief, his eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and triumph. “Really? That’s… that’s amazing!” he exclaimed, his voice full of gratitude and relief. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in, his face pressing against your neck in a gesture of affection and possessiveness.

You felt the warmth of his body against yours, his embrace both comforting and confining. It was clear how much this meant to him, how desperate he had been to keep you here. You reached for your phone, trying to maintain your composure as you dialed Gojo’s number.

As you waited for Gojo to pick up, Yuji’s nuzzling became more insistent. His breath tickled your neck, and his grip tightened, almost as if he were afraid you might slip away at any moment. The closeness of his body made it hard to focus on anything but him.

Gojo’s voice came through the phone, interrupting the moment. “Hey, [Your Name], what’s up?”

“Gojo-sensei,” you began, your voice wavering slightly as you tried to sound composed. “I’ve decided to stay here. I want to continue my training at Jujutsu Tech.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Gojo responded with a note of surprise. “Oh? That’s… unexpected. Are you sure? I thought you were set on leaving.”

“Yes,” you said, more firmly now. “I’ve thought it over and decided it’s best for me to stay.”

“Alright,” Gojo said, his tone accepting though still a bit puzzled. “If that’s what you want, then I’m glad to hear it. I’ll let everyone know.”

You ended the call and set your phone down, feeling Yuji’s embrace tightening even more. He seemed to be in a state of bliss, his head resting against your shoulder as he let out a contented sigh.

“You have no idea how happy I am,” Yuji murmured, his voice muffled by your neck. “I was so scared you’d leave. I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear it.”

As you stood there, feeling Yuji’s warmth enveloping you, a shiver ran down your spine. A small part of you was uneasy, a nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. But the intense emotion Yuji was showing you, combined with the sudden shift in your plans, made it hard to focus on anything but the present moment.

What you didn’t realize, however, was that Yuji had taken steps to ensure that you couldn’t leave if you wanted to. While you were making your decision, he had discreetly taken your passport and any other important documents you might need to travel. His love for you had driven him to secure you in ways that you hadn’t yet discovered.

For Yuji, this wasn’t just about convincing you to stay. In his mind, you were his, and he had done what he felt was necessary to make sure you would never leave. His embrace, his contentment, and his possessiveness were all part of a plan to keep you close, ensuring that no matter what, you would remain by his side forever.

[mychlapci]

After the lost light goes to another dimension they have an energon shortage. Which causes old Prime coding to act up.

Before when there were energon shortages on Cybertron. Primes would produce energon and feed others.

Rodimus chest feeling sensitive and hurting for a few days. He thinks about seeing Ratchet and decides against it thinking it will go away. Then he spars with Drift who hits him in the chest and he gasps in pain.

Worried Drift takes him to Ratchet and right as they get there his chest panel flys off. Rodimus who didn't even know he had boobs is suddenly confronted with massive ones that are leaking what looks like energon.

Curious and ignoring Ratchets shouting he tastes himself and realizes it's energon.

Drift also takes a taste because why not and so does Ratchet reluctantly.

They come up with a plan where Rodimus is constantly being milked for his energon until he's all dry. By then he's pent up and horny and after some begging still hooked onto the machine. Drift fucks him and he begins producing more energon then before.

hgrhhh… a little energon shortage on the Lost Light making Rodimus’ coding act up. His chest starts to ache, like there’s some kind of pressure pushing up against his chest-plate, not quite like a dislocated cog or even a burst hydraulic, it’s more… organic, like a swelling of sorts. He sure hopes it goes away, he hopes for a long while, until Drift playfully elbows him in the chest during a spontaneous sparring session and Rodimus’ wince of pain cannot possibly go unnoticed. Drift drags him into the med-bay, managing to wrangle Ratchet into doing an examination. 

Ratchet unlatches his chest-plate and Rodimus’ titties, which he wasn’t aware of, immediately spill out and start leaking buckets. Rodimus, while getting scolded for making a mess and for keeping this all to himself, brushes some of the fluid dripping out of him off his nozzle, and licks his fingers clean. Of course Drift can’t resist but give it a try, especially when Rodimus very seriously tells him that it’s actual, honest to Primus, refined energon, the kind of energon that no one even drinks anymore because it’s just too expensive. Ratchet explains to him that his body appears to be reacting to the fuel shortage by creating more nutritional energon for his crew, a code that might have come with the matrix being inserted into his spark.  

Oops, now Roddy’s getting milked everyday. Well, he has to get milked, otherwise his titties get so big and heavy he can barely straighten his back, and to be frank, he’s now grown fond of the pump. The feeling of it suckling at his nipples, even the sound of the cubes filling with his milk, it turns him on so badly that he starts begging Drift to come fuck him… Rodimus riding Drift’s spike, the pump still attached and putting pressure on his oversensitive nozzles, and the moment he overloads, his titties start spraying another cube’s worth of energon into the pump... Drift gets curious and starts to experiment, finding out that even if Roddy’s been milked dry, an overload kicks his refineries back into production and he immediately starts leaking like crazy… this reflexive reaction means Rodimus can’t have sex without making an absolutely giant mess <33

[dangermousie]

Farscape Rewatch: Self-Inflicted Wounds, 2x03 and 2x04

First off, these are some of the best titles. So Good!

Farscape summed up.

Or perhaps this is:

(Though perhaps this one is more applicable to the next episode, Different Destinations, which to me is the bleakest Farscape episode ever.)

SIW is a two-parter I don't like as much as I should, all things considered. Maybe it's too much technobabble, or a bit of an odd pacing (it should have been a one-and-a-half parter, if there is such a thing, not a two parter). This said, Zhaaaaaaaaaaan. *wails* It makes sense from story point (nothing is for free, life for a life) and from behind the scenes point as poor Virginia Hey was getting ill from the make-up, but still...wail! Non-Zhaan stuff out of the way first: I get totally annoyed with the crew in this one when they blame Crichton for what happened. Zhaan gets a pass because she is dying, but I want to smack the rest of them silly. How is this Crichton's fault? How? It's just the Moyans' rotten luck. Pilot was the one who stopped the ship when they saw a wormhole, and they were there for a millisecond only before the pathfinders' ship crashed into them. They wouldn't have time to get out of the way regardless of anything, even Pilot stopping. And yeah, he trusted the aliens. But hey, even without wormholes, John is often too trusting, this is about the last spark of it. And considered abandoning ship but so did they all! But any 'selfishness' is certainly traumatized out of him with this. But then the crew doesn't really believe it's Crichton's fault: if they did, his throat would be ripped out. It's just a convenient target for frustrations. And hello, Crichton? Would take it and ask for more. So this ep ends with Crichton enjoying his favorite game: guilt and self-blame for something not really his fault.  Oh yes. But come on guys, just because he is there and available, doesn't mean you should do it! If you think about it, they subconsciously know, I think, that they can do it to him. Can you imagine the uselessness or the harm if they tried doing a genuinely blame session to D'Argo or Aeryn or Rygel? But Crichton likes to inflict blame and punishment on himself.

Harvey! Beginning of such brilliant, brilliant Harvey scenes! And I loved the brief guy-to-guy discussion between D'Argo and John: what if you try your best and it's not enough? That is something everyone on board Moya is familiar with. And John and Aeryn? Work so in unison. Heck, Aeryn is beginning to develop her own unworthiness issues as her convo with Zhaan shows. (I love the bit where Zhaan highlights similarities between them. She forgot to add 'we love insane men' to the list though). And there was this epic exchange:

That’s the thing that I always forget watching early S1 Crichton, his eyes open in wonder: it took a certain kind of person to get himself in the position to get into a wormhole even if unknowingly. He might be gentle and sweet and scientific when the thing starts, but it takes a certain kind of insanity and reckless bravery to go up in space flying basically an assmbled kit plane that you devised by yourself to test a completely random theory! Much more insane and risk-taking than his Dad who after all followed proper established procedures devised by others when he went. And then there is the scientific crazy curiosity that got him up there in the first, proving that he can be obsessive enough to not care about risk when he is really into it. Jool? God, I'd forgotten how irritating she was when she first joined. I ended up liking her by the end, but seriously, I want to strangle her. Crichton is being amazingly patient with her even when she tries to off him (probably out of obligation/guilt) but argh. I love Chiana's smackdown of her. And Zhaan's. But I like her around because I love seeing nasty things happen to her. Some relief from the darkness of S3: bad things happening to someone you actually don't like. Also, because of her we get exchanges like this:

Despite my snark about her, I confess I like Jool, and she does grow up. Mainly, I think, I am always a bit sympathetic to her even from the start, because I know that if I ended up in an unknown part of the world with lunatics, I'd be a lot more likely to be whiny like Jool and not awesome like John. Talk about a vacation gone wrong!

Chiana is wonderful too: so young, so brave, so scared. Yet so unwilling to abandon Moya. Crying to Zhaan about it. What a difference from season 1, when she was all for getting off at the least sign of trouble and Moya be damned. But they do have a bond, don't they? And I love that despite the implosion of that romance, D’Argo still cares for her, there is no cruelty or gloating in him. This is real and complex.

Other things? I love Stark in these eps. From his subtle manipulation of Rygel (by telling him Pilot likes him) from his snarking (when Rygel says he didn't vote for staying or leaving Moya. Rygel makes me want to choke him in these eps) that yeah, Rygel voted because 'I was your proxy.' Heh. And the bit with Jool, when the snitty bitch is having her little hissy fit and he flips on her because they are all dead, and his love is dead. And he tells her he will show her something that will make her weep forever. Stark can be scary! Oh, and the bits with Zhaan, from his seeing her look at her ravaged face in the mirror, and he is silent behind the door, and crying. 

To her trying to prepare him and his refusal. To the end, when he runs around like a trapped animal trying to get to her. 

To when he helps her cross-over. Ohhhh, my lovely secondary ship. 

I love the bit at the end when Aeryn wants to know why he isn't flipping and he is, in a contained way, and tells her it's because Zhaan was so at peace (and of course, death is what he knows best). But of course, his 'dealing' is temporary and comes and goes, as he admits to her (and see him crazed in DD). Zhaan and Stark are very yin-yang because in SIW he tells her he has a darkness which frightens lovers away but he is amazingly good despite it, and she is, after all, the good peaceful spiritual being who is, at the same time, had serious darkness and overcame madness. They are more similar than it appears at first glance.

I love Zhaan in this ep so much. She is scared yet brave, determined yet frail. And her farewell is lovely. I love how she hits exactly the hidden thing in each of her crewmates (D'Argo's sensitivity, John's innocence). And of course, the ep ends with John and Harvey, dressed in funeral attire. And even Harvey blames John! WTF!!!!!! (But Harvey is, after all, Scorpius blended with John so it’s really John blaming himself.)  And ends with John throwing his bottle at the screen, shattering it.

What a bleak ending. And that blame and self-blame are not fair. John is NOT selfish. He has a few things he would give anything for (AERYN. AERYN. AERYN) but that is true for anyone who is not a saint. Moyans have certainly done a lot of unforgivable things when their wishes were strong. Remember D'Argo, Zhaan and Rygel hacking off Pilot's arm for a chance at the map? Remember Chi and her stealing and thus unleashing the virus that leads to the Gammack Base and everything else etc? (Aeryn is rather exempt because she's been brought up to not want anything). Remember Moya's irrationality about Talyn? Their desires lead to anything from sheer irresponsibility and catastrophes because of recklessness to predetermined badness. John is obsessed with going home and wormholes (though even now, I think he is too damaged for Earth already, and not as much obsessed with them as with Aeryn). But I am sorry, comparing him with the actions above? Are you kidding? Considering giving up the ship that is dying but ultimately not? Wanting to check out wormholes for a second but not even having a chance to before the collision? (It's not like they were parked there for an hour and that's how they got hit). Seriously, the guy has enough self-loathing. He does not need any more. Lay off, the guy is already broken. But how realistic and human all that blame and self-blame are. Next? Different Destinations, and then Eat Me and the joy of two Crichtons: double your character, double your pain. This season is unrelentingly bleak.

[onecantsimply]

(Ror) Jack The Ripper - Getting Head

Jack The Ripper Smut-

HHAHAHAHAHA

I’m supposed to be writing an essay but fuck that I can just do it at home- 

I love dropping smuts without a warning lmfao.

Alright I’m ready to get the reader to get railed, or I’m ready to Jack to be the submissive one again while in the bed- 

Also if anyone wants another JTR smut I have plenty in my smut drafts in Wattpad so- Go ahead and ask if you want hh-

NSFW content ahead-

Masturbating, blowjob, mistress thing, and a submissive, but slightly ooc Jack The Ripper are ahead. So have fun if you wish to keep reading- 

(How long do they plan on teasing me...? -Jack)

He faintly grunted, his gloved hand stroking his dick.

(I can't help but wonder... when they'll take me seriously... -Jack)

The male softly leaned his head back, his mind in a haze of thoughts.

He knew how disrespectful it was just to think of (Y/n) as if they were his toy. But with what they did... nothing could prevent this situation from happening. They had given Jack quite a blowjob when he was back from a rough job. And it was definitely pleasing.

-

"Mistress, please...” Jack jolted faintly. "This is my first time doing something like this... Please be a bit more... gentle... It feels faintly sensitive..." (Y/n) pulled the male's rim out with a gentle sigh. "You being sensitive... I thought that was rather obvious from when I gave you that handjob the other week." (Y/n) then softly kissed Jack's tip, the male faintly wincing once he felt a gentle lick to his slit. "Still, I'm not sure if you would want me to slow down. I think you're enjoying more of it." He looked up with a darker blush, the warm sensation around his rim once again swallowing him.

(I can't wait... to take him all in... -(Y/n))

They softly twirled their tongue around Jack's rim while placing their hands on his legs. He shuddered, his hand placing itself on (Y/n)'s head. "Mistress..." Jack couldn’t help but mutter. 

(My goodness... More versions of Heaven that one cannot simply achieve... -Jack)

His dick faintly throbbed before (Y/n) softly traced the veins on it. They softly sucked on Jack's rim, just trailing their gentle touch on his dick. Their eyes could see how it gently throbbed.

(How long will you do this...? Teasing me so much... when I could always just push your head down... -Jack)

His hand gently twitched, the urge to faintly push their head down growing larger.

-

Jack's strokes seemed to get more rough, the male faintly growling from his sparking pleasure. His dick ached for more.

(I will force you to submit somehow... -Jack)

He shuddered at the mere thought of being able to dominate (Y/n). Just seeing their figure covered in slight hickeys and soft cuts from Jack's knife was enough to make him go completely crazy.

(As long as I can be the dominant one at least once... I'll be completely fine with it... -Jack)

His thoughts completely laid itself on (Y/n)'s figure.

(And I'll have you marked with my fucking name on your chest... -Jack)

-

(Fuck... Fuck...! -Jack)

He had his fingers entangled into (Y/n)'s hair, their throat having Jack's entire dick deepthroated. Jack faintly threw his head back. "Mistress, please..." He muttered, gently panting. The male saw (Y/n) look up at him. They faintly winked before going back to their business.

Completely dominating Jack. Clearly, he was embarrassed to be like this-

Still, that warm sensation and their tongue just doing whatever it could... Jack couldn't do it. He couldn't hold himself back.

Jack The Ripper had lost a second time.

-

"I won't... I can't lose next time..." Jack muttered. He looked at his tip, which had a white liquid slowly leaking from it. It throbbed faintly, aching to cum.

(Maybe if they agree to a small session in the bed... -Jack)

His eyes faintly narrowed.

(... I may be able to make them submit... -Jack)

As the male went into his imagination again, his hand got to moving again. Jack shuddered.

(I'll get you soon... I promise... -Jack)

-

The male's eye faintly twitched as (Y/n)'s tongue licked up his weak points. Jack's hand was locked onto their head, not being able to move from the utter pleasure he was in. "Fuck..." He slurred, leaning his head back. The male couldn't think correctly. He was locked into the phase of pleasure, completely vulnerable. "Mis...tress..." Jack muttered. His dick faintly throbbed, ready to release. The male faintly jolted once he felt (Y/n) licking at one of his veins. The shocks of pleasure coursing within his body was only speeding up his release more.

(To think... my stress relief... is this...! -Jack)

He allowed himself to let a growl rip through his throat as his release finally came, (Y/n) swallowing down the male's cum completely. They gently pulled the male out, feeling him gently lift their chin. "... I'll web you with my seed one day..." He muttered. "Hm... Is that so...?" (Y/n) faintly smiled, softly pushing at Jack's slightly softening dick with one finger. "I'm quite sure..." He answered. 

[storiesofsvu]

Tell me to leave and I will walk out that door forever

You and Jose had only been seeing each other casually, it was never intended for it to get any further than that. A single night at a bar when you'd first met lead to a night of flirting and taking each other home. You'd both proclaimed you didn't have time for a relationship, that being friends with benefits was completely fine. Joe worked crazy hours, before you'd even had the talk you noticed the way he'd duck out of dates, leave in the middle of the night with brief apology scrawled on the white board on the back of your door when you woke up in the morning. Your schedule was just as hectic and you'd had to rearrange stuff constantly so you never cared, letting life live its course.

You hadn't minded it at first, but that was before you ended up completely falling head over heels for him. Jose was a sweet guy, gentle, soft and tender when he needed to be and the perfect amount of toss you around and pin you to the wall when you needed it. But it was the softness that made your knees buckle. The small grin he'd shoot you while catching up on your days, the spark in his eyes when he'd watch you laugh. Things had started to shift, feeling more domestic, he'd regularly spend the night cooking you breakfast in the morning, you regularly talked about plans weeks or months out rather than just that week. You both made comments about how much you cared about each other, picking each other up when the other was down. Joe searched you out after a bad case, coming to you wordlessly, wrapping himself into your embrace as he let out heavy sighs, doing his best to not cry into the crook of your neck. You cared about each other and that was very clear.

At least until you were out with your girlfriends on a Saturday night and one of them nudged you, "isn't that Joe?" You glanced up to the direction they were looking and you'd hoped he was just dancing with someone else. Instead he had her pinned to the wall, his knee between her legs, a hand sneaking up her shirt to grope at her chest while they made out.

The chill hit you instantly, through your veins and down to your bones. And it was as if he could feel it too, suddenly ripping away from the girl, his eyes searching around the bar until his devastated face fell on yours. You did your best to shoot him a very well deserved glare before tossing some cash down on the table and racing out of the bar.

Naturally, Joe wasn't one to leave things so unsaid. So it was only a matter of minutes after you got home that he was knocking on your door.

"What do you even have to say?" You asked, wrenching the door open and he let out a weary sigh as he stepped into your apartment.

"I want to say I'm sorry, but I feel like that's not going to do any good." He admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck and you scoffed.

"It's fine." you rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself, "it's not like we were exclusive, hell, we weren't even dating, it was just sex."

"We both know that doesn't matter." His voice was soft, he had never meant for you to know it, to witness it but his make out session with the girl had been a self test, to see if he felt guilty about being with someone else while you were the only thing on his mind. And for the record, he'd felt terrible long before he'd felt your gaze on them.

"Jose... seriously?"

"Tell me to leave and I'll walk out that door forever."

There was a cold silence as you surveyed him, truly drinking in his words before you spoke. You could almost see the apologies written in his eyes, but deep down you knew this would never work. So you sighed softly.

"Leave." Your voice nearly shook and Jose practically shrunk at your words, thinking maybe he managed to convince you otherwise, that he was being noble to take the out. "I know we were never a 'thing' but I never want to see you again. Good bye Jose."

He did his best not to linger, but his hesitation got the best of him, struggling on whether he should say something, trying to find the words as you stared him down. Instead he let out a breath, finally turning to the door and disappearing through it.

He made it halfway to the elevator before he could hear your sobs echoing through the door and he felt the pang so deep in his gut he knew he would never forget this night.

___________

@witches-unruly-heart @plaidbooks @misscharlielulu @thatesqcrush

[alphadursgate32023]

Baldur's Gate 3: A Turn-Based Triumph Beyond Baldur's Gate 2

Yo, the official drop is finally here, feeding our craving for a dope new addition to this iconic RPG saga. And guess what? You can cop those PS5 games too. Baldur’s Gate 3 has been a total game-changer in building the legacy of the RPG scene. Now, it's rolling in with a whole new vibe, packed with lit possibilities, not just in how you play, but also in flexing those PS5 game buys to level up your experience. The wizards at Larian Studios have gone all in, seamlessly blending those Dungeons & Dragons mechanics into the gameplay. It's like, epic times infinity, fam. As you dive into the virtual world, it's almost like you're sitting around a table playing D&D with your pals. While it might not completely replace the magic of an in-person D&D session, the depth, and sense of adventure in Baldur’s Gate 3 come remarkably close to replicating that real-world experience. Amidst the overwhelming amount of content, choices, and opportunities that the release offers, ensuring there's never a dull moment, you might even find yourself tempted to "buy PS5 games." From epic battles to intricate decision-making, there's always something captivating to engage with. Yo, as a hardcore gamer, peep at the crazy complexity of Baldur’s Gate 3's systems and the total rush of exploring. It's like a mind-blowing quest that straight-up leaves you starving for more epic adventures.

Turn-Based Brilliance Shines Brighter than Baldur's Gate 2

Baldur's Gate 3 is like, totally lit, outshining its OG, Baldur's Gate 2, in so many epic ways. Just like how gamers eagerly search for new opportunities to "buy PS5 games," the turn-based combat system in Baldur's Gate 3 is a masterpiece, offering an exhilarating experience that stands head and shoulders above its predecessor. The dynamic nature of combat takes center stage, where surfaces and objects become strategic assets that players can ingeniously exploit. Reminiscent of the beloved Divinity: Original Sin series by Larian, the player can seamlessly interact with their environment. Sparking up oil slicks, whipping up DIY weapons from what's around, and icing your foes' footing – all of these things make for one heck of a gripping and immersive battle vibe. This whole new level of interaction isn't just fun, it adds some serious tactical flavor too. Gamers can cook up some seriously smart tactics that match their unique way of playing.

One remarkable instance highlights the system's ingenuity: an early confrontation that initially posed a challenge. Through experimentation, the player can relocate an explosive barrel to a bottleneck, dispatching their rogue to divert the attention of foes, while orchestrating a fiery demise using Gale's wizardry. Baldur's Gate 3 is like the ultimate winner, totally outshining its OG ancestor, Baldur's Gate 2, with its insanely awesome turn-based combat skills. The crazy cool dance between you, the world around you, and all the bad guys turns battles into a total work of art. It's like you're in the game, making all these smart moves and getting all wrapped up in the action. Larian Studios is like the brainiac behind this whole thing, blending in Dungeons & Dragons' magic to make the game even more epic and making you feel like you're at a real-life tabletop gaming sesh with your pals.

As you're diving deep into the unreal universe of Baldur's Gate 3, you'll see how it's not just keeping the OG series vibe alive, but also setting a whole new standard for those RPGs where you take turns. The battles are mega exciting, the choices are endless, and you've got a gazillion chances to go on some rad quests. Baldur's Gate 3 is like a spark that ignites your hunger for more and more adventure and smart moves. This game is like a total boss, shining even brighter than it did before. And as the epic tale of this classic RPG series keeps on rolling, it's obvious that Baldur's Gate 3 is like the start of a new era of mind-blowing gaming, shining like crazy.

[princeshroob]

Okay, so those of you who’ve seen my Dragalia Lost posts would probably find it no surprise that I also play GBF. I actually started it a few months ago back during the last day of the roulette event back in...I believe it was March, since the April Fools event happened soon after. In any case, I didn’t really feel a real urge to post my pulls in the game. However, this time is special. I actually managed to do my first spark. I started saving for a spark a while ago, and after I got a nice number of crystals, I did some calculations and found out that I “might” be able to do a spark as of then. Of course, Cygames’ famous generosity made that goal quite easier to attain. My most wanted unit was Drang, cuz I find him hilarious. However, my main goal was to pull on Flash Gala while either he or Sturm was on rate-up, because let’s be honest, those two HAS to stay together! Little did I suspect that THE VERY NEXT FLASH GALA WOULD HAVE HER ON RATE-UP! Seriously, I had to accelerate my plans and skip through most of the side stories, free quests, and fate episodes in order to get enough resources for 300 pulls. But anyways, enough talk! Let’s go over what I pulled in my mission to obtain Drang...oh, and Sturm, of course! And let me tell you, there’s a LOT to go over!

First off, I got Dark Cagliostro. I did pull her Earth version before, but I really like Cagliostro, so of course I’m always happy to pull more versions of her. My Dark team is very damaging as is, but I wouldn’t call it tanky, so hopefully Cag’s heals can fill in that gap.

Next up, I got Water Societte. Now, Water used to be the element I was sorely lacking in SSR characters, but the free 10-part summons gave me 3 of those (Lancelot, Silva, and Macula Marius) so I’m not QUITE as desparate for Water, but I’m still happy to get more of them!

Speaking of Water characters, I also pulled Summer Sandalphon! This was really great, because from what I hear he’s one of the better SSRs in the gacha, so my water team should be even better than ever!

Now we’re going somewhere a bit less exciting. I got Earth Eustace, which is fine and all, but Earth is one of the elements where I have a large number of Earth characters, and I don’t know how I would fit him into my team.

To take a break from the characters, I got Summer Rose Queen. I’m...not sure what her call does. It doesn’t really do a good job of what “rose passion” is supposed to be, but it should be something good? I dunno. :/

Next up...I got my spark target already!? Seriously, he’s not even the one on rate-up? I was completely at a loss for words. This basically means that I already got my main target, but I still wanted Sturm to go along with him, so I kept pull anyways. Worst comes to worse, I’d use my spark on her instead.

Anyways, back to the pulls, I got SSR Ladiva! I absolutely ADORE Ladiva back during the No Rain, No Rainbow event, so of course I’m stocked that I managed to pull her! Again though, my Earth characters are pretty crowded comparatively to most other elements, but I’m still very happy I got her. Btw, I don’t have her SR version yet, so I find funny that I pulled her SSR version first.

Anyways, shock of the century, I managed to pull Sturm. Okay, to be fair she’s on rate-up, and that’s the whole reason I decided to pull in the first place, so this really isn’t THAT much of a shock. What IS a shock is that I PULLED DRANG BEFORE HER! But yeah, with both of these, I should technically be done, right? Wrong! I already felt like I spent too much on this banner to stop the sparking already, so I decided to continue pull until I reach that 300 draws threshold! And oh man, we’re not done with this crazy train yet!

Anyways, continuing forward, I pulled Summer Yuel. FYI, I do have her fire version, but I haven’t used her much (Probably should since Fire’s not quite as populated in the SSR department for me) but pulling a Summer unit is still really nice!

Next up, I surprising pull yet another Grand character, Grimnir. Like Earth, Wind is pretty bloated for me, but since Grimnir is a Grand character, he should still find a spot in my Wind team, so this is very nice!

btw, I also got his summon. I always liked using him as a support summon, but having my own is very nice since I can effectively use him twice in one battle. He’s seriously that good, imo.

Next up, oh god I pulled Vira. But not just any Vira, I pulled GRAND Vira! Seriously, that’s 4 Grand characters in one spark session! What are the odds of that? Speaking of, I do also have a couple Grand characters from Premium Gala, Rackam and Eugen. So that basically gives me 6 Grand characters. Oi, and I’ve only played for barely over a third of a year, too. @_@

Anyways, at this point, I was only 50 cerluean sparks away from 300. I decided that I would show the entirety of the last 5 10-part draws for this.

First of the final 5 was nothing special, just a minroll, moving on

Second wasn’t too much better, but I DID get SR Ferry, so that’s something at least!

Third at least had 3 SRs, so it wasn’t a total bust, plus Razia as well!

Fourth I got Anubus, who is one of the SSR Carbuncles, so they’ll be very useful in my Dark team. And also Randall. Don’t know much about him, though.

And my final 10-part draw gave me SSR Nicholas and SR Ryan. Again, Dark is currently the team that does the most damage for me, but I do still have only a few Dark characters, so he should still be useful.

Now, with that, you’re wondering who I decided to spark for, since I already got both my primary and secondary targets. Well...

I’ve decided to spark Shiva because 1. My fire team is still kinda lacking in SSR units, and 2. because the crew I’m in practically worships him, so it would honestly feel like a crime if I didn’t get him after getting my top 2 targets. Anyways, that’s all of my summons. Getting 5 Grand characters in one spark session was completely unexpected, and getting a couple Summer SSRs and a Summer summon was a nice bonus. It honestly felt great being able to spark, even if only just once.

[randomshyperson]

This Love - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Three

Summary: The Blip took away your most important person, but when Wanda returns, you need time to heal from the loss of other Avengers. You do that in space, and when you come back, it's the Scarlet Witch who welcomes you.

Warnings: (+18) mild angst with happy ending, mutual pining, friends to lovers, mentions of past abusive relationships, a lot of make-out and kissing, r and wanda are switches, some love confessions, reader being a little shit who teases Wanda for fun, a lot of hurt/comfort, general fluff, mentios of violence, some darkmagic and allusions to chemical dependence. CW: Angst, fighting, making out, Wanda being a bit manipulative, brief metion of reader's past, magical dependence | Words: 6.865k

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Chapter Three

Wanda wasn't sure how a study session turned into a make-out session but she wasn't complaining one bit.  If anyone asked, it was entirely your fault. You took seriously the comment that your touch helped her come back to reality, and since the conversation had taken place days ago, somehow you were always touching her.

Whether it was entwining your legs together under the covers, letting your fingers draw patterns on her arms and hands on the couch or during meals, to stolen kisses on the porch and between chores, always making sure Wanda felt your presence.

So it was entirely your fault. She was trying to read a very complicated passage from the final pages of one of Agatha's books and you kept kissing the skin of her collarbone. The touch was gentle and affectionate. Wanda had the impression that you were almost falling asleep because your body was heavy on her. But at some point you shifted, hands reaching under her blouse to hug her back for a more comfortable position, but Wanda only felt her face burn.

You didn't seem to realize what a mess she had become. The letters blurred in her field of vision, and all she could focus on was your breathing against her neck, and your breasts pressing hers.

Wanda closed the book without prey - scarlet sparks carried the object to the living room table - and let one of her hands find the strands of your hair, feeling you smile against her skin as the caresses began.

"Hey, dorogoya, come on up here. I want a kiss." Wanda whispered and you hum lazily, moving almost at the same instant. Things get out of hand entirely your fault, of course. Wanda (if she could fool herself) would have been satisfied with the first kiss you gave her, soft and sweet, little more than the pressing of your lips together. She would have let you fall asleep and gone back to her studies. 

But you pressed your thigh against her. The friction was no more than a gentle thrust, honestly. But combined with your body against hers, Wanda couldn't help but sigh. And the sound made you slide your tongue against hers, and once you did, everything increased very quickly.

Everything was hot now. Your mouth, your skin, the knot in her belly. Wanda was panting, following the rhythm of the hungry kiss with difficulty, the friction she found on your thigh was making her head spin.

You were literally on top of her and she wanted you closer, the proximity not being enough. Her hands moved from the hair she had spent the last ten minutes messing up to the ends of your shirt.

But it's her blouse that comes off first a moment later - You grow impatient because Wanda has no idea how she's driving you crazy with those soft sighs against your lips, and the way she rubs at you, the wet spot where the fabrics of your clothes scratch together. You grunt and break the kiss, and Wanda barely has time to think about complaining about the lack of your hands to be pulling her blouse out.

The rush makes her skin tingle, but the way your eyes scan her naked torso as if she were a work of art makes her burn.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." You gasp, practically drooling at the image of the naked breasts in front of you, the hardened nipples begging for attention. Wanda's cheeks turn pink and her chest rises and falls out of rhythm. You lean in, placing a hand on either side of her and hovering your face over hers, and despite the dark pupils, your gaze is tender. You brush your noses together, being able to still feel the smile Wanda gave you when you kiss her the next second, sweet and calm at first, and then painfully slow and sensual, your tongue exploring every inch of her mouth and sucking hers in return.

When air is needed, your kisses descend, and because Wanda is distracted by the firm pressure of your thigh against her middle, she almost cries out when your lips close over her nipple. 

She can't help the sounds that escape her lips, and you seem committed to keeping pulling them out - One of your hands moves up to her breast, mimicking the same stimulation of your tongue on the other, and Wanda squirms underneath you, her back slightly arched as she grinds against your thigh in an attempt to ease the ache in her center.

But suddenly it all begins to fade, your touches stop, and you hold her, turning your head to her neck and sinking your face against her skin. Wanda grunts in confusion and frustration, she was getting so close-

"Baby, there's someone at the door." You clarify for what seems like the second or third time, because Wanda didn't hear anything and suddenly she notices the magical presence outside, and it makes sense the way your hand is holding her hip tightly as if stopping is as frustrating and difficult for you as it is for her.

"R-right." Wanda murmurs with her mind still overflowing with arousal, and you chuckle softly against her neck, moving your face to look at her.

"Come, we'll have time for this later." You murmur, and Wanda is affected enough to allow herself to be placed seated. You put her shirt back on, picking the item up off the floor and passing it over her head in the gentlest way you can in your haste. You laugh at her messy hair, smoothing it out of her face with both hands, and then holding her to kiss her hard and making Wanda wish you would go back to what you were doing before. But you stand up the next moment, and she only has the option of following you.

—//—

Harkness has been talking for a good fifteen minutes, but Wanda has an insistent grimace that has nothing to do with the conversation.

You served tea and were listening to every word of the magical advice, and guidance on Wanda's training. You also asked a few questions about why the witch took so long to visit, but in your concentrated state, you began to run your fingers around the cup, and Wanda, who was sitting next to you, watched the movement for about ten seconds before she began to wonder where else you could be using your fingers. She was frustrated to be interrupted, and impatient for the conversation to end.

"[...] I've been busy of course." Agatha continued the talk, stealing uncertain glances at the cranky witch next to you. "I don't know exactly what's wrong, but something big is about to happen. The whole community is uneasy, there have been a number of bad omens in the last few months. The last time we had such lousy days, a Mad Titan made half of us disappear."

The mention of Thanos made Wanda blink away from her fantasies, becoming tense as you next to her. You two exchanged a look, and it was you who spoke first:

"Do the witches think we'll have a new war? As big as Thanos'?" You ask, and Agatha nods, sighing a little.

"We're not sure it will be a war, Miss L/N." She says gesturing a bit. "Predictions are uncertain. Maybe it's a plague. But it's something big, things are...very strange. Wanda, in fact, may already know that." Agatha comments and you frown in confusion, looking at the woman next to you. But the redhead looks at the older witch seriously.

"What are you trying to imply, Agatha?" She questions. "I haven't used any significant magic in weeks."

Agatha giggled, raising two hands in a sign of surrender for a moment. "I'm not accusing you of anything you haven't done, Maximoff." Agatha retorted. "I went about my business, and I have clients all around the world, not just in this dimension as well. Traveling the multiverse is not my thing, it would be a pretty expensive price to pay for an ordinary witch. But I heard about the instability with the demons you've been causing."

You widen your eyes in surprise, and Wanda clears her throat, settling into her chair. "It was darkhold's suggestion, Agatha. I can control those creatures from a distance, and I was trying to get America's powers from the universe she was in. It was a coincidence that she ended up in this one."

Agatha exclaims softly, denying with her head. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not repressing you, honey. It's an impressive thing, you know? Controlling demons. Even more so if they're in another universe entirely. But I must say, didn't you find it too easy?"

Wanda narrowed her eyes slightly. "Not for the Scarlet Witch."

A smile formed on Agatha's lips. "I like the confidence, but I have to disagree." She retorts. "Your power is exceptional, but you've been pretty limited under darkhold in recent years, plus, if I may say so, you're not exactly a skilled witch. Hey, don't make that face, it's nothing to be ashamed of for someone who never received a magical education. You have the power, Wanda, but you don't have the knowledge to use this power effectively. Yet you can tear the veil between the universes very easily, without any interference or punishment. Do you understand what I am saying? It's all so easy. I can't remember any other magician, creature, or spirit, messing with this kind of magic without any punishment before. And I'm almost eight hundred years old."

Wanda absorbs Agatha's words in silence, standing thoughtfully beside you. You wriggle in your chair in discomfort.

"So, do the witches think it's a war in the multiverse?" You ask, and Agatha sighs lightly.

"Not all of them, but I do." She retorts seriously. "I must confess that I was not one hundred percent honest with you the day we fought, Wanda."

"Wow, what a chock." Ironizes the redhead, and you have to lower your face to hide your chuckle. Agatha rolls her eyes but smiles too.

"I told you that your destiny is to destroy the world, but that is only the description Darkhold provides." Agatha begins to explain, surprising the redhead. "Chthon, the god of Chaos and the first demon, is the author of the book, and for someone like him, the only function of a power as great as his magic is the destruction of worlds. But to scholars other than Chaos worshipers, the scarlet witch could become whatever she wanted, if she was able to resist her master's control."

Wanda licked her lips in irritation, leaning her body a little and propping her elbows on her knees.

"Are you saying that it was already written that I would fall to the darkhold's temptation?"

"That's not so hard to deduce, Wanda." Agatha retorted without hesitation. "The Scarlet Witch has chaos magic, and the chaos god has a book with all his teachings. It is only logical that your destiny is to read darkhold."

Wanda grunts irritated. "Then why did you tell me to stop?"

"Because you have lost control!" Agatha retorts. "Just as you shouldn't. Pay attention, Wanda. Chthon is not a benevolent god, everything he does is for the sake of his vicious ideations. If he wanted a witch capable of manipulating chaos, he made sure to have a chain collar on her. Why do you think the demons in the book fill you with promises about a perfect life in other worlds? He wants you to unbalance not only this but all the universes you can reach. There is a reason why the Sorcerers of the Kamar Taj defend the natural order and hunt down those who break those laws. Everything would be destroyed if people started affecting other realities."

You swallow dryly, placing a hand behind Wanda's tense back but she stands up almost at the same moment, walking in circles around the room.

"So, you're telling me there's no hope of finding my children?" Wanda questions almost in desperation, and Agatha exchanges a look with you before standing up as well.

"No, I wouldn't say that to you." She retorts seriously, getting up as well. "I'm saying that there is a balance and that messing with certain things could cost not only yours but the lives of billions of people, of this world and beyond. And I'm saying that as the Scarlet Witch, you have the power to do whatever you want, and while you can translate your will as loving the twins, others will translate to the fulfillment of your destiny. Chthon created a weapon capable of destroying worlds, which he influences and controls through the whispers in his pages. It is up to you to decide if you are more than a weapon of a banished god, Wanda."

The redhead swallows dryly, her eyes filled with tears of frustration and hurt. "I want you to go away, Agatha. As you said yourself, you lie to me. And I don't trust what you say."

The older witch sighs softly. "As usual, Wanda, you will need me again. And I will always be available, priestess." She retorts and Wanda looks away, crossing her arms.

Agatha waves goodbye, and you get up to accompany her outside, with no chance to exchange a glance with Wanda because she flees to her room.

"Here, child, keep this with you." Harkness asks as she hands you a purple contact paper. "Although magical summons or portals are effective, I like people to call ahead to let me know before a visit." She comments with a smile, but you are too impacted by the latest information to smile.

"Thanks." You mutter as you put the paper away in your pocket, getting the impression that you didn't have to worry about losing it because of the magic you felt in the small item. Agatha offers you a sympathetic expression.

"Hey, things will get better." She says but you can barely force a smile.

"You just said there's going to be a war and that Wanda can't get her children back without costing other people their lives. How will things get better after that?"

Agatha sighs. "I don't know." She says truthfully. "What I do know is that Wanda must read the darkhold again."

You look at Agatha wide-eyed. "What, but she-"

"She just got better, yes, I saw." She says with a proud expression. "I was impressed that you made it, by the way. Most people who fall into Chthon's dominions never recover."

You shift the weight of your feet awkwardly. "She just needed a bit of comprehension. And company."

"Yeah, most of the tempted don't have any of that." Agatha commented half sadly, and you hesitated at the thought of asking about how she ended up with the book. Seeing your expression, she forced a smile. "Anyway, you did well to help her. She was borderline, practically completely subdued. That's why I asked you to interfere. A little longer and there would be no one to save."

You swallowed dryly at the possibility of losing Wanda forever. "Then why do you think she has to read again?"

Agatha sighed. "Because she is the Scarlet Witch. That book is the only one that will have teachings on chaos magic, Y/N. But she must do the reading in moderation, a lot of moderation. And I count on your help for that. Try to do as I explained to you that day. Wanda must learn to master demons. Even sorcerers can do this, for a witch it must be second nature. This way, she can lessen the influence of the book on her decisions. Take me for example, I have read darkhold for almost two hundred years and I think the only decision under their influence I have made was a fight in a tavern in 1862. " She comments with a chuckle that you end up following. 

"Agatha, I...I'm scared." You confess surprising her a little. "Wanda is my world. I don't want to lose her again. I couldn't take it."

"I know that feeling." She retorts with the same sad glare as before. "But you could, unfortunately, we find a way to go on."

This time you have courage. "Who...?"

"Nicholas." She interrupts before you can finish the question. The witch clears her throat softly. "I have made many mistakes for which I do not seek forgiveness, and I have made many sacrifices during those centuries, Miss L/N.  My son Nicholas was my only rightness." She tells you, and you widen your eyes slightly. "He was only seventeen when it happened. It was the hardest time to resist darkhold for me, every night, even if I didn't read it, there was Nick. Sometimes I saw him as a baby, memories of his childhood in England with me. Sometimes I heard him calling as if he were still around the house.

“I’m sorry.” You say sincerely, but Agatha gestures that it's okay.

"I don't say that to get pity, I knew the price of my crimes, of my power." She says darkly. "But then, I heard a new whisper. I arrived at a perfect life, to a witch who could do anything her desperate heart wanted with no price to pay. I tried to steal her power for myself but she kicked my arrogant ass."

You offer Agatha a small sympathetic smile, knowing she was talking about Wanda and Westview. "Is that what you wanted her magic for? To bring your son back?"

Agatha gives a humorless laugh, looking away, "Yes. No. Who knows? Necromancy was always an option. Nick would be little more than a shadow of his soul and would end up terrified in despair and agony, and if he didn't take his own life he was going to end up asking me to do it. Have you ever seen anyone use necromancy before? It's always nasty." 

You scratched your head absently. "But chaos magic is different. Just look at this place."

"I used to think the same, but after I left Westview, I'm not so sure anymore." Agatha retorts. "Wanda brought her dead husband back, and even then things were breaking down between them. I played with some threads, I admit, but doubts are natural to appear. I wonder how long it would take for my Nick to start questioning what had happened. Whether he would go completely mad, or become someone malignant, with no respect for natural laws. He would be resurrected, the lifeline would no longer be sacred to him, you follow?"

"Yes, I understand." You retort with a sad nod. "I'm sorry about your son, Agatha. Truly."

This time, the smile she gives you is one of gratitude. She clears her throat next. "Enough of this sad talk. We have work to do. If the omens are right, Asgardian, we will need a scarlet witch who will fight to preserve worlds and not destroy them. I count on your help in that."

"Wanda will make her own choices, not a god or demon. I will make sure of that." You tell her, and Agatha smiles, placing a hand on your face. The touch surprises you, but she looks at you affectionately, and you don't have the heart to pull away.

"You remind me of him. He cared deeply about other people, too." She says and you stare at her kindly. "Nick needed me, and I pushed him away because of my nemeses. Wanda will do the same to you, but maybe you can-"

"I will stay." You retort immediately. "No matter what. She won't be alone."

Agatha smiles, patting your cheek gently in affection before lowering her hand. "My work keeps me busy, but I will try to visit whenever possible. When you need new books, give me a call."

Agatha has come down on the balcony, but before she disappears, you call out to her. "You're not alone either, old lady. You helped me to help her, and for that, I consider you a friend."

For the first time since meeting her, Agatha offered you a truly happy smile. She waved goodbye, and as she turned around, she dashed away.

—//—

Wanda only comes out of her room at night. 

You tried knocking a few times during the day to confirm if she wanted to eat or talk, but received nothing more than a tearful denial.

It broke your heart to hear her like this, but if she didn't want to open the door, it was only up to you to give her a little space. You stayed in the living room trying to keep yourself occupied, and around nine o'clock at night Wanda finally came out.

"Hey, baby how are you-" You started but she cut you off with a kiss on the mouth, grabbing your face and the roughness made you gasp in surprise. You struggled to keep up, still in shock but completely affected by the touch, and Wanda took the opportunity to push you back onto the couch, straddling your lap at the same moment. She was practically desperate, kissing you as if you were going to disappear, and from the events of the day, you knew you couldn't have sex with her now. Not like this.

The sob that ripped through her throat the next second only confirmed that.

"I-I'm sorry." She choked as she broke the kiss, sinking her face into your neck. You wasted no time in hugging her waist. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, baby. I got you." You sigh and caress her back as she cries against your collarbone. Wanda begins to mumble disconnected words, about the boys, about Westview, and about the multiverse. But you shus her tenderly, repeating that everything was fine until her crying subsides a little.

When she starts to fall asleep, you waste no time in carrying her back to her room, and as soon as you reach the bed, she tightens her grip around you, whispering to you not to leave her alone. You tell her you wouldn't dream of it.

-/-

Wanda wakes up first. But she says nothing, staring at the ceiling until you wake up almost two hours later.

As soon as you do, however, she turns around at once, sitting on your waist.

"Oh, good morning." You greet with a sleepy chuckle, rubbing your eyes. She bites her lips in hesitation, her hands on your thighs.

"How much do you love me? She suddenly questions, and you frown in surprise. Her expression hides insecurity that makes you shift better on the mattress until your back is against the headboard. Your hands go to hers, and Wanda continues to look at you expectantly.

"Much more than you can imagine." You say with a smile playing on your lips, but Wanda continues to study every feature of your face. You raise an eyebrow. "You can look if you wish."

She hesitates, opens her mouth, and says nothing. Her eyes turn red, but you don't feel her magic. They return to green color, and she shakes her head.

"No." She grumbles. "It's what they ask me to do. All the time. But I trust you so I don't have to."

You nod in understanding and interlace your fingers together.

"What else do they say?" You ask with genuine curiosity, and Wanda swallows dryly, looking down.

"That you don't really love me." She confesses almost embarrassed. "That you love the Wanda you left behind, and not this one that… hurts people."

You swallow dryly, but don't hesitate to stare back when Wanda raises her eyes to you again.

"Can I show you something? A bad thing." You ask, and she frowns in confusion, but then nods. You swallow dryly and lift your chin. Your eyes go completely dark, and soon all around Wanda's vision too.

She gasps a little as she enters the memory - it's all so cold and suffocating - but soon she regains her footing and finds herself standing in the center of a dimly lit room. Her body tenses a little as the first sounds of breathless groans of pain and the sound of something slamming reach her ears.

Wanda follows the sound and opens the door to a large garage.

You are inside, and the number of bodies around you does justice to the blood covering your clothes and skin.

There is a corpulent man being dragged by the ankle by you without any difficulty, and you hang him upside down on a hook. He screams and whimpers for mercy, but your expression is completely neutral as if you are not even listening to his clamor.

"Please, he has nothing to do with it!" It was not the hanging man who shouted, but the one kneeling on the ground in one of the few areas without any bodies.  You stepped away to a huge toolbox and the sound of metal being turned over made the man whimper. "No, please! Haven't you had enough?"

You let out a tired sigh. "Isn't that what she said when you first violated her?" You retorted as you turned around with a screwdriver in hand. "And what was it that you told the police? That she was enjoying it and asking for more, didn't you? Well, that's all I'm hearing you say now."

Without hesitation, you shoved the item into the right side of the hanging man, who had his scream muffled by the piece of cloth you placed in his mouth. The kneeling man started to squirm again.

"Stop it! They had nothing to do with what I did!" He tries, but you shake your head, turning the key and causing the other to scream. 

"Everyone here testified on your behalf, partner. Did you know she killed herself last week? Yes, right after you were pardoned. Her aunt offered me money but I said I'd do it for free." You warn as you walk away to get another screwdriver from the box and the man spits blood on the floor. 

"They were good men, you bastard!" Retorted the one on the floor, "Just my co-workers. Albert over there, fuck, his wife just had a baby. And Peter was looking after his grandparents..."

"Very touching story indeed." You retort without any emotion in your voice, taking a hammer out of the box. "That'll do."

Just as you raise the hammer to hit the stomach of the hanging man, the one on the floor whimpers loudly.

"Please. He's my brother." He pleads, and you stop with the item in the air, sighing a little.

"You swear he didn't know anything?" You ask, and the man nods immediately, hope returning to your eyes.

"Please, I swear, I was alone and-"

"By what god?" You interrupt and the man chokes in surprise. "You swear by which god?"

He stutters. "I-I'm not-I'm not a man of faith. Can I swear on my life?" He asks startled, and you nod. He sighs in relief. "I swear on my life!"

You smile, "I believe you." And in the next second, you take the pistol from your holster and shoot him in the head. 

With the sound of his body falling to the ground, Wanda is pulled out of the memory.

She grabs your shoulders for support, regaining her breath for a moment, and you wait in silence, your hands smoothing the skin of her thigh.

"I'm sorry, I know it's too much." You retort with your voice failing slightly.  "I just wanted to show that we both did bad things."

But Wanda shakes her head, frowning. "He raped someone. He was guilty, and the police didn't do the right job. You made sure that-"

"I tortured 21 people in that garage just like Hydra taught me to." You cut her off. "Most of them didn't know the man well enough, and because they were from a small community, it was common not to trust the police and cover for each other when they asked. They were all innocent, and the only one I killed with mercy was the guilty one."

Wanda swallowed dryly, shocked at the revelation. You lowered your gaze, but when you made mention of pulling your hands away from her, she held them up.

"It's my turn now." She warns and waits for you to understand what she means and nod before your eyes turn red.

Westview is really something. Unlike you, Wanda shows everything. Every trace of pain and fear. And also the hard truth that she knew she was in control, though she didn't know how much it was hurting.

You came out a little breathless from the memories, and it was only when Wanda wiped the tears from your cheeks that you realized you were crying.

Sniffling softly, you pulled her closer.

"You have to stop hating yourself for this. You stopped as soon as you saw the pain you were causing." 

"So did you." Wanda retorts, and you smile small at her, sighing slightly as she straightens to lie on your body. Your hand naturally goes to your back, and the other intertwine with hers on your stomach.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here, Wanda." You repeated, and she hugged you tighter.

"And I'm sorry I was blipped.'

"That wasn't-"

"I know." Wanda interrupted softly. "But I'm still sorry. You didn't deserve to be left alone."

You swallow dryly, feeling your eyes burning. "Neither do you." 

Wanda straightened up, resting her chin on your chest to look at your face.

 "We do bad things without each other, maybe we should stick together." She comments with a weak smile, which you return.

"Yeah, we better do."

—///—

Starting over in a routine where Wanda must read the Darkhold instead of avoiding it is as difficult an experience.

Of course, Wanda is rationally afraid to follow Agatha's lead once you confide in her everything you've talked about with the older witch. But as soon as the book is placed in front of her, she almost pushes you out of the way, an inexplicable pull begging her to read it again.

You've seen similar things with the folks in support groups. The relapses were always bad, and they got harder each time. So you didn't take it to heart when Wanda tried to fight you when you came to interrupt her study session and say that time was up.

"Just fucking five more minutes!" She tried to negotiate, grunting below you and trying to kick your legs away. Her eyes were glowing red but she didn't use magic on you. Your Asgardian strength was enough to keep her pinned down without difficulty, but it was her green eyes and pretty face that was your weakness. "Baby, please..." She changed her tone as soon as she noticed your gaze on her mouth, and because her hands were restrained by yours on the mattress, she had to use her legs. Her thigh rubbed up against yours, and when she pressed up into your center, you grunted softly. "Just five more minutes, I'll do whatever you want."

It was hard to keep your concentration when Wanda was rubbing her thigh on you, but you cleared your throat and jumped away. "What I want is for you to eat something and get out of this room."

Wanda ruffs annoyed, sitting up in bed and watching you close and move the darkhold securely with the charms Agatha taught you.

"Come on, Maximoff, I made your favorite." You warn, waiting for her at the door.

It took Wanda a while to get used to a schedule, but that wasn't even the biggest problem. You were trying to adapt to your girlfriend's new irritable and provocative nature for the next few weeks. And Wanda seemed quite content to figure out how to break your rules.

"Go sit on the other couch, you know I'm mad at you." You warned moodily, without taking your eyes off the newspaper you were reading. Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, looking at you hesitantly.

"But I want to cuddle." She argued like a spoiled child, and you didn't even look at her. "Detka, please, you know I need to feel you to make it better..."

"You should have thought of that before. Now sit down and study what you are supposed to.” You interrupt, looking at her for a moment, and from the seriousness she finds, Wanda lets out a frustrated sigh and turns around tapping her feet hard on the ground.

She doesn't obey, ignoring the witchcraft books on the couch and heading for the kitchen. If you weren't going to touch her, she was going to eat something. 

Wanda couldn't even have blamed you for being so angry, she was quite worried that she had crossed a line. But the idea was so wonderful that she couldn't ignore the voices. She tricked you and made you take her for a walk around the farm while using astral projection to study the darkhold longer. And she did this for a good two weeks until you realized it - during a picnic where your fingers got bold under her skirt, and Wanda completely lost control of what she was doing and ended up revealing the whole thing.  

She tried to justify that as the Scarlet Witch, her mastery of projection was far superior to anyone else's, but you were just as stubborn as she was and you got the impression that you were talking to a ghost or clone and not the real Wanda no matter how much she said it wasn't like that.

So now you were furious and she was suffering from the lack of darkhold and the best way to anchor herself to reality: you.

But Wanda is confident that she can break through your stubbornness. She was just planning to throw that newspaper away and sit on your lap when you get up.

She keeps chewing on her chips, watching you pick up your cell phone and make your way to the balcony, not bothering to offer her more than a glance.

Wanda doesn't like this. The indifference makes her itch. She wants your attention, preferably all the time.

You leave the door open, and soon she can hear your excited greetings on the phone. When you say Valkyrie's name, she starts to chew harder.

So instead of touching her, you were on the phone with another girl? This had to be a joke. Then she realized. It had to be a test; you must have been playing with her, maybe you wanted to see her begging for your attention. Well, Wanda had no intention of doing that. You were hers, no one else's. She won't beg for anything, only demand it.

But she'd let you think you were winning that afternoon. She continued to eat in silence, and didn't say anything when you went back inside.

At least for the first forty seconds. Big win.

"Who were you calling?" she asked as if she hadn't heard the whole conversation.

You returned the cell phone to the top of the fireplace, shrugging.

And fucking not answering it.

Wanda felt an irritation grow, and mentally counted to ten.

"Detka, I asked you a question." She insisted.

"And I asked you one single thing which was to respect our rules, so I guess we're both disappointed." You retorted in the same tone, and Wanda blinked in surprise. 

You sighed softly, trying to dispel your irritation as Wanda left the packet of potatoes and went around the counter to catch up with you. "Let's not fight now, you just dropped off the book and-."

"Darkhold doesn't make me brain dead, you know?" she interrupts aggressively, and it's your turn to be surprised at her posture. "Ever since I started reading again you've been treating me like I'm sick. Trying to control my decisions, and how much I can handle reading and practicing." She accuses but you shake your head impatiently, turning to leave the room and this is infuriating to Wanda. "Oh, of course, go and run away like you always do."

You stop walking, your back tense. If Wanda regrets what she said, she doesn't apologize. You take a deep breath, trying to remember Agatha's advice. Now that Wanda was using the book again - over an even longer period than what it was safe - she would be different. It was normal until she fully adjusted.

You turn to her and force a smile at the figure with her arms crossed, a glint of defiance in her eyes that almost makes you forget what you were going to say. 

"I already told you that we are not going to have a discussion less than two hours after you stopped reading it, the influence is still strong. You would only try to hurt me and I would end up getting angry."

But Wanda lets out a teasing exclamation, approaching at a slow pace. "And what a crime it would be for you to show any emotion around me these days, wouldn't it, dorogoya?"

You give a humorless laugh, looking away because the darkening green is making you more nervous than this conversation. "You know very well what you've done, Wanda. I have a right to be angry."

But she doesn't hesitate, "A skill that was being wasted, but you are too stubborn to accept that you were wrong about something aren't you?"

You frown in indignation, not believing that Wanda simply didn't see the problem in what she was doing. You open your mouth to retort, but she spoke first. "If you're not going to help me, there’s no reason for you to be here."

That line she seems to regret. You can see it in her eyes. It still hurts a little, though. Wanda swallows dryly, trying to correct herself when she sees the way your posture hesitates: "I meant that I feel alone, trapped here and suffocated. You don't let me make my own decisions or leave the house. And you don't want to touch me either, so I'm sorry if it hurts you or makes you angry, but you've only been hurting me too!" She charges angrily.

You lower your head, taking a deep breath. Wanda is breathing out of rhythm, her gaze half confused as if she's not exactly sure what she was yelling for.

"Are you done?" you retort in a neutral tone as you look back at her. Wanda hesitated, but then locked her jaw and you knew she wasn't going to contradict. "Despite your unfounded accusations, I love you too much to fall for this Evil Witch drama." You declare and Wanda blinks in surprise. Suddenly you begin to approach, and she swallows dryly, instinctively walking backward. "I never kept you locked up. We went out and did whatever you wanted, and I trusted your choices until the last moment. You broke this trust by lying to me, and you put yourself in danger by returning to consume the darkhold in a longer period of time than we established based on your current knowledge. I am not angry because you are acting like a brat, but because I am worried that I am losing the real you."

There is something burning in Wanda's chest, begging her to get out along with the conflicting voices in her mind. She listens to the one that screams the loudest.

"What is that supposed to mean? This is the real me!" She defends herself angrily, her eyes glowing red. "I am the Scarlet Witch, and I am doing what I was forged to do. I'm not going back to being that scared little girl you needed to watch over. I don't need your help anymore. I am going to take what is mine, and no one, not even you will stop me!"

You look away, but Wanda notices the tears in your eyes and almost takes back the whole speech.

"I'm just trying to protect you, Wanda." You murmur sadly, and her heart breaks. But instead of apologizing, she lifts her chin.

"I don't need your protection. If anything, you're the one in the most danger."

You let out a tearful laugh, this time not caring to hide your tears as you look at her.

"You wouldn't hurt me." You remind her, but Wanda swallows dryly, locking her jaw.

"As long you stay out of my way." She retorts darkly. "But if I do, I might just find another version of you. Infinitely."

You looked away, chuckling humorlessly. "Do as you please, your majesty." You turned your back and walked outside. Wanda grunted impatiently.

"I'm talking to you!" She shouted but you kept walking.

"Just staying out of your way, Scarlet Witch. If it bothers you, rewrite it. " That's what you wryly say with your back to her, and Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, holding up her shinning hands.

But she doesn't have the heart to do it. She turns her back, and when she reaches her own room she is crying in frustration just like you, a few feet away from the house.

--//--

a/n-> Where do I apply to go live in the middle of nowhere with an unstable-minded witch? We're coming to an end. Things will work out between them despite the suffering, I promise. They just need to communicate a little. And Wanda can be beautiful, but she needs to respect the rules (and that sentence is perhaps a foreshadowing for one of the drabbles…) By the way, if anyone has an idea of smut for these two, feel free to send me!

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Call Me By My Name-Pietro Maximoff x Powers!Reader

(GIF credit to @dailymarvelposts​)

Tags: @bloodorangemoonlight​ @amirahiddleston​

Requested by @husherstan​ : ‘could you write a one w pietro maximoff? idk if you know about a trend on tik tok where a gf or bf call them partners by they first name. Reader and Pietro are enemies cuz them both are always trying to be the best of t team, reader calls him by others names and when she (or gn) calls by him real name he was like "why are you calling me like that? whats wrong with you? are you feeling bad today?" (and he likes her so fucking much, a simp)’

Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, Avengers team x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name   

(Character has the power of force fields, that both generate electricity and provide protection for them/others)  

Warnings: Name calling, bullying, arguing, fluff

                                      *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“For the last time, watch where you’re going Speedy Gonzales!” I snapped as Pietro almost knocked me over again.

His form whizzed around the room once more before stopping in front of me.“Maybe try keeping up next time.”

I was startled by the force he left behind as he ran off again making a show of circling the entire training room multiple times, creating a small wave of air. I groaned loudly as I went back to jogging. He was such a show off, it infuriated me. We weren’t here to compete against each other, we were supposed to be a team; but when he waltzed around the place boasting about how fast he was, it was really hard not to step up to the plate. 

Pietro was running faster than usual, trying to overlap me dozens of times, more than he would have done in a normal session. It got on my last nerve, making me stop, my powers already flowing through my arms. It would be hard to pinpoint him, so I charged up a huge ball of electricity, casting it out harshly. I just managed to catch him, laughing as he yelped out in surprise, being thrown high into the air before landing on the sparring mats. I saw him slowly get up, clearly I had caused some pain. My fun was soon ended as he ran towards me again, having to quickly put up a force field that would protect me. Pietro bounced off it, though I hadn’t put any charge in this one, so he only fell on his backside.

“Enough!” Wanda yelled out, though we still kept our guard up around each other.“Really (Y/N)? You can relax now.”

“I don’t trust him.” I replied.

She sighed.“Come on, Steve wants to talk about the mission.”

“Why? We debriefed three days ago.”

“Something to do with it being on the news.” she shrugged, walking away.

Pietro glanced back at me, looking me up and down before following his sister. However, he didn’t look at me with disgust or anything of the sort, it was almost as if he was checking me out. I tutted at myself, why on Earth would he ever look at me like that?

I wasn’t happy joining the meeting in my sweaty state.Everyone else was dressed and put together, but at least Pietro looked similar. The team was gathered around a table, looking to Steve who was stood at the front, his arms crossed over his chest. He had the look of disappointment on his face, which meant bad news for the rest of us...or whoever was in trouble. With no seats left, I copied Steve’s stance at the back of the room, rolling my eyes when Pietro stood beside me.

“Sorry to call you guys in on such short notice.” Steve started.“But I feel that we have to discuss something that’s starting to effect the team.”

He pulled up a screen showing the news. It had images and videos of our last mission. We were raiding an old factory on the edge of the city, finding a terrorist group hiding out there as they worked on their gadgets. News coverage showed the team fighting from a helicopter view, and we were all confused as to why Steve was showing us this.

“Fastest man alive,” Pietro repeated what the reporter said,“it has a nice ring to it.”

“I wouldn’t put that in your Tinder bio.” I quipped, causing a few chuckles.

Steve looked at me.“And this is why we’re here today.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.“What?”

“You and Pietro are always at each other’s throats. It’s...well frankly, it’s exhausting listening to you two arguing all the time. And it could seriously put someone in danger whilst on a mission, even you two.”

“He always starts it-”

Pietro held up a finger.“Hold on, you do too-”

“You’re just proving his point guys.” Natasha spoke over us.

“As I was saying,” Steve brought the attention back to him,“the media has also caught onto this. There’s multiple images of you two clearly arguing, or even getting in each others way during the mission. At one point, you’re both trying to save the same person, but almost miss that chance because you’re so invested in being better than the other!”

Steve was really mad, and from everyone else’s faces, they thought the same thing.

“So until all of this changes, you two are suspended from any missions.”

“What?!” we both exclaimed.

“And you may not approach any other team member for assistance with training.”

“Why are we both being punished?” I demanded to know.

“Oh, do not play the victim here Mrs Incredible!” Pietro snapped.

“Mrs Incredible is super stretchy, it’s the daughter who has the same powers as me, you idiot!”

“See? You’re further showing me that I made the right decision. I felt bad at first, but now I know that this is the right direction to go in.” Steve raised his voice.“You’re both dismissed.”

“Well, what are the rest of you doing?” Pietro dared to ask.

“We are going to go over all the planning we have done for upcoming missions. Everything has to change because of you two. Now please go.”

I held it together as I left the room, not wanting to appear like a toddler stomping away in a tantrum. It was impossible to get away from Pietro, what with him being ‘the fastest man alive’, but I was going to try. I didn’t need another argument right now, I was upset, needed to be alone. Apparently, I wasn’t going to get that.

“Leave me alone.” I warned Pietro as he followed me.

“I can’t believe this! They’ve kicked us off the team because you always have to say something-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And to think, they’re going to risk not having me on the team. I help them with everything, I’m a crucial part-”

“Pietro!” I shouted, spinning on my heel to face him. 

His eyes widened at that, glancing down to my clenched up fists, little electric sparks running over them, before looking me in my teary eyes. 

I sighed, relaxing my tense shoulders and hands before leaving. There was no point trying to explain. He wouldn’t understand. We would both get mad, probably fight, the team would have to break us up; I had no energy to do that. Slowly turning away, I was surprised by the silence that followed, Pietro didn’t even follow me. 

I checked the time on the lock screen of my phone, seeing that an hour had passed since I fled from Pietro. It also made me realise how dark the room had become, the sun would set in a few minutes. But I didn’t bother turning on any lights, instead leaning back again on the chair. I was sat in an empty lobby, it was a small room, facing the floor to ceiling window that showed the landscape that surrounded the headquarters. Besides just sitting here, I should have distracted myself. Perhaps put on a film, relax after training, something to take my mind off of things. Instead, I decided to sit with my thoughts.

“H-hey.” I heard Pietro quietly say from the doorway. 

Looking over my shoulder, I didn’t reply, facing the window again when he began walking towards me. He hesitantly turned on a lamp near us, sitting on the chair beside mine. Pietro also looked out of the window, clasping his hands together for a few seconds before fidgeting. I tried to ignore it, though after an hour of peace and nothingness, it became irritating quickly.

“Can you stop?” I blurted out.“Please?”

“Are you annoyed by everything I do?” he asked.

“Not...everything. I just...doesn’t matter, it’s not like you care anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’m not falling for this Pietro.”

“Why are you saying my name?”

“What?”

“You never say my name. Actually, we never say each others names.”

“And why does that matter?”

“It just feels, it feels serious.”

“I mean, we’ve basically been kicked off the team, so yeah, it’s serious.”

“We’ve not been kicked off the team (Y/N).”

“We could be if we don’t get our act together.”

“It won’t go that far-”

“But it could! I can’t believe how calm you are about the whole thing.” I stood, distancing myself from him.“I’ve worked too hard for this. Imagine what would happen if word got out that I was disbanded from the Avengers because of a tiny argument, with a team member who is so narcissistic that he can’t put others before himself!”

I realised I had began ranting, stopping myself before I said anything else hurtful. But by the look of Pietro’s face, it was already too late.

“I...I’m sorry (Y/N).” he never broke eye contact.“And before you say anything, I mean it.”

“Pietro, I-”

“I can see how much this job means to you.”

“It’s my fault too. I always try to outdo you or challenge you.”

“No, don’t be humble.” he got out of his seat, standing in front of me.“It’s almost always my fault that we argue. And I hate myself for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m usually very good with the ladies.” he grinned, though it disappeared when he realised it wasn’t time to joke.“But not around you apparently. It’s probably because you’re extremely strong and sure of yourself, and I go for a different type, the polar opposite to you.”

“Pietro, I...um...”

“I was really impressed by you when we first met. It made me nervous actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, all I can do is run really fast.”

“But, you’ve been on much more missions than I have. Doesn’t that say something?” I hung my head.

“Are you crazy? You’re not on those missions because they don’t need you.”

My head whipped up to see his smile drop.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant that those missions are for Avengers like me. The ones they can use over and over without worrying about them being too tired for the next one. What I’m trying to say is, you’re too important.”

“I never thought I would say this, but Pietro, you’re an important part of the team too. I always rose to your challenges because I felt I needed to prove something to the others. I was new, then I was accepted after all my relentless training, but when you and Wanda came along, I instantly became old news. And you didn’t even go through the rigorous regimes like I did, so I just assumed you were better than me.”

“It seems we were both wrong about each other. We were going through a lot of effort to outdo the other when we could have saved that energy for...well, anything else really.”

“Yeah. I suppose so.”

Pietro held his hand out.“Truce?”

I smiled up at him as I shook it.“Truce.”

A cheeky smirk appeared as he raised an eyebrow at me.“Let’s not tell the team about this just yet. I feel like there would be a lot of ‘I told you so’.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“And another thing.”

I noticed he was still holding my hand, though they were lowered now, and his grip wasn’t as firm.“Yes?”

“Can we start calling each other by our actual names?”

“I mean, I assumed we would anyway.”

“Oh, good. I just...”

“You just?”

“I just like the way it sounds when you say my name.”

[theepisceswriter]

Sending nudes/sexting w/ AOT characters (Erwin, Levi, Reiner, Zeke, Connie)

TW: mature things obviously, fembodied!reader, typos probably bc I didnt proofread, 18+, MINORS DNI

ERWIN

Okay but having Erwin as a sugar daddy who never really expects too much of the “sugar” part out of you, but he’s so sweet and nice and such a gentleman that you can’t help but feel bad one day and send him a teasing photo of you in some lingerie he bought you a while ago and oop—now you totally just started something between you two.

It started off as just pictures in you in lingerie. You mostly covered with maybe a nipples or two poking out through the fabric, but eventually you felt comfortable enough to send him picture of nude parts of you body. And eventually you built your confidence up to send him full body nude picture in stances that make him go crazy. Like you on your knees with your hands flat against your thighs or bent over something with your ass and cunt on display.

One time you sent him soapy titty pictures and a video of you putting the soap on your titties and when I tell you this man went feral with horniness, I mean it.

I wish I could write out sexts for Erwin but he strikes me more of a video call type person rather than text. He’ll FaceTime you in a heartbeat after you send a picture, instructing you on what he wants to see and what he wants you to do with your body. Often times the video calls end up with you either fingering yourself or fucking yourself with a toy he bought for you as he watches from the other end.

“Good girl, just like that. Now spread those lips for daddy so he can get a good look at you.”

Sometimes he’ll even join in with you for a mutual masturbation. Large cock on display in the camera and in his hand as he jerks it at the same pace you’re fingering yourself so you can both reach your orgasms at the same time.

After you both but you think that’s the end of that until the next time he wants to have a session like that, but seeing you over the phone only edge him on more. “I’m sending someone to come pick you up. Be ready in 10 minutes.” Not even a goodbye or anything, but an order.

LEVI

Nudes and sexting between you and Levi are not a common occurrence at all. You two would much rather be in the physical company of each other to do anything to each other and plus, Levi doesn’t like using his phone a lot.

That’s why when Levi sent you a picture of himself with the cockring you had put on him earlier in the week as a reminder that it was still on, you were shook to your core. Not only because of the fact that he just sent you a nude, but because he looked so good in it with his cheeks flushed, eyes low just begging to orgasm, and his pink cock standing straight up screaming for someone other than him to touch it.

It was almost like he sent it to you knowing that it would rile you up and hopefully cut down on his punishment so the two of you can hurry up and use each other to your liking. And you would be lying if you said that thought wasn’t peaking at the back of your head, but this week was all about your self control along with his. As you’re thinking on how you should reply, maybe with a picture of your own or a few words to tease him, he sends you a string of texts:

(txt) I’m so needy for you baby

(txt) I don’t think I can wait three more days with this thing on

(txt) it hurts, I need you to make me feel good

(txt) so I can make you feel good too

But, just to torture him longer and get him at his neediest, you send him a picture of your cunt along with a text:

(txt) only 3 more days and then you’ll be able to have me any way you want 💜

REINER

As an adult it’s so clear that Reiner really lacks confidence at times and can be quite shy and uneasy when it comes to things. Especially when that thing is something like taking nudes that requires so much confident because let’s be honest, sending nudes isn’t always easy.

Plenty of times you’ve blessed him with lewd photos of yourself to add to his spank bank or tried to sext with him, but he just couldn’t quite catch on, but you really don’t mind at all! As long as you’re helping him orgasm and not making him uncomfortable then you could care less about his poor sexting and nude taking skills. But he wants to learn how to be more comfortable in his own skin, so he enlists in your help. At first you thought he was joking, but nope, he was dead serious.

It was kind of awkward at first trying to give him directions on how to pose if it was a nude as if you weren’t the one taking the pictures for him, but it didn’t take long for the two of you to get the hang of it. At one point he looked so good, so hot and flustered with his cock in his hand spread out on the bed that you couldn’t resist pouncing on him then and there. Which resulted in hun taking the camera from you as you rode him and taking pictures of the two of you fucking.

It sparked a tradition between you two from there on out; taking pictures of each other in sexual context whenever you can. You two don’t even need to send each other nudes at this point because you have so many nude pictures of your phone already on each other’s phones.

Not saying you dressed Reiner up in a maid outfit once and took pictures of him with his erect cock poking out underneath the dress, but you dressed Reiner up in a maid outfit once and took pictures of him with his erect cock poking out underneath the dress and you keep it in the favorites tab in your camera roll for whenever you need spank bank material.

Now he’s much more confidence with taking nude photos of himself and sometimes he’s the one to start up sexting conversations between you two.

ZEKE

There’s no one in this world who sexts better than Zeke sexts. His messages are like poetry, so descriptive and easy to visualize and leave you melting in your seat with hot cheeks. They’re just as effective on you as his dirty talk in the bedroom and if you sat there for a good thirty minutes just reading them and thinking about all you experience with him, then you could probably make yourself cum just from that.

(txt) I just want to make you tremble in my arms so bad while I pound into you from behind, my fingers playing with your swollen clit to push you into sensitivity while you orgasm

(txt) want a cock covered in cum by the time I’m through with you

What’s so funny is that he’s behind the screen doing a mundane task like eating cereal while texting you all this. He’s not even too turned on or overly horny at all, just messing with you because he knows the two of you are so far away from each other at the moment.

It’s not until you send him a video of your wet cunt on display with your fingers knuckles deep into yourself moaning out his name trying to mimic his touch, that he really gets riled up. Sitting his cereal down and all to focus on the short snippet of a video, feeling himself get harder and harder in his pants as he watches it on repeat.

(txt) Aw the needy little slut can’t get off properly without me there, can you?

He knows you’re using these texts to coax yourself into your orgasm, probably imagining him behind you whispering them in ear. So, to mess with you further knowing how much you want him right now, he sends a video back to you of him palming his erection through his pants. Knowing it’ll drive you crazy that you can’t have him right now in this moment.

CONNIE

Connie sends you pictures of his dick all the time and not even necessarily in sexual content either. You’ll be minding your business at work and get a picture of Connie’s dick with tiny sunglasses and a mustache on it with a text that reads: “Look babe 😌 I dressed him up. He wants to go on a date with your pussy tonight.”

You cannot take this man seriously at all, simply replying to him with an emoji like ‘🤨’ thinking that’ll be the last of that for today, but boy oh boy were you wrong. Minutes later your phone is buzzing with a notification from Connie. It’s a video and because you think it’s going to be a meme or something you open it without considering your surroundings.

Immediately, the sounds of his whines and moans exit the speakers on your phone and you have to run to the bathroom to finish the rest of the video. This time you’re able to actually look at it; Connie’s hand stroking the base of his cock with a lubricant all over his hands at a pace that was going to have him cumming in only a couple of minutes. And no, the mustache and sunglasses were no longer on anymore.

You take pity on your poor boyfriend and decided to do him a favor, pulling down your shirt and bra so you’re breasts were on display for them. Angling them and holding them up in a way you knew would make him go crazy before you sent the picture to him.

(txt) enjoy 🥰

And in return? He sent you a nut video with the sound on.

[pondwatr04]

Who Obeys Who?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

~F!Mc~ Word Count: 4,494

Summary: After Mc’s latest brush with death, Lucifer has placed various rules to ensure her safety. However, the independent human will soon discover that the brothers have become increasingly possessive/protective over her, to the point where she begins to feel suffocated. In the heat of the moment during a particularly bad fight, Mc uses the power of her pacts and accidentally harms the brothers in the process. Anguished over this and the brothers’ behavior, she runs away and seeks a way to break the pacts, for their sake and her own!

Warnings: Mention of death, brief violence, aggressive scenarios.

It was no secret to anyone that the 7 Lords of Devildom were fiercely protective of their little human, however this was something that Mc was still adjusting to. Back in the human world, Mc was never really the center of attention or had particularly protective family/friends, and was quite content with the sense of freedom that came with such a life.

However, as the brothers began to grow closer and closer with her, their desire to guard the new member of their family also swelled. At first, she found this behavior somewhat endearing; it warmed her heart to know that such powerful and feared demons cared so deeply for her, a mere mortal human. With this new sensation of the brothers at her side, Mc felt safe in Devildom, despite the multiple times she had almost lost her life.

That was until she had a particularly bad run in with several lower demons at RAD once a day. Mc had left her classes mid-session to use the restroom, the hallways were silent and empty as everyone was seated in their classrooms. However, when she was making her way back to class, three lower demons jumped out and began attacking her, beating her nearly unconscious.

In between the grunts and deafening blows the demons dealt her, she could hear them shouting something about how she was making the Demon Lords soft, that her presence was ruining their reputation as fearsome, cruel creatures.

However, it was over as soon as it started; the demons left her gasping alone on the cool, tiled floor. Soon after Mammon (who had been in the process of skipping class) discovered her battered body and called his brothers for help. Although Mc hadn’t sustained any serious injuries, she was quickly raced to the nearest hospital and made a swift recovery with the help of Solomon and Simeon’s healing abilities.

In the days after the incident, Mc was feeling suprisingly unscatched, both physically and mentally. Despite how worried sick the brothers were, she was simply happy that the whole ordeal was over and done with, the perpetrators promptly beaten and jailed. However, Lucifer had decided this was not good enough for Mc, or rather, him.

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Mc sat nervously at the dining table in the House of Lamentation, all the chairs filled with their respective brothers. Lucifer had called a “family meeting” earlier that day during RAD classes and had stressed that everyone must be there.

At first Mc hadn’t been too worried about the sudden order, but simply watching Mammon anxiously bounce his leg from next to her with his chin resting gravely on his palm, had her suddenly reconsidering. Everyone instantly perked up as Lucifer cleared his throat from the end of the long table.

“In light of… recent events...,” he begins his gaze sweeping from brother to brother, eventually landing firmly on Mc, making her jump slightly. He pauses for a moment, huffing slightly.

“...I have decided that there is an urgent need for new rules regarding Mc, more specifically on how to ensure she remains safe in her time at Devildom,” he announces.

“What do you mean ‘new rules’,” Mc questions, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Lucifer shoots her a quick glare after being interrupted before continuing.

“I mean that as of today, you cannot be without an escort when leaving the House of Lamentation under any circumstances-,” he says as Mc rises quickly from her chair.

“What?! I need an escort?-'' she exclaims, hands placed definitely on the table before her.

“-That includes walking to and from RAD, walking between class periods, and anywhere else outside of the House of Lamentation,” he continues, ignoring Mc’s sudden outburst.

“That ridiculous, I can handle walking myself perfectly fine-,” Mc shouts.

“You will be required to have your D.D.D on you at all times, and you are not permitted to leave the house after 8pm,” he states coldly, staring down Mc. “All of which are effective for an indefinite amount of time.”

“This isn’t necessary, Lucifer! I know what happened last week, but that doesn’t mean you can just start making me follow all these crazy restrictions!” Mc pleads, desperately looking around the table at the brothers for any semblance of support.

However, they all avoid her gaze, a few of them taking sudden interest in the intricate carvings that adorn the side of the wooden table.

“It is necessary, Mc,” Lucifer says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. “I know that you’re a very independent person, but these rules are for your own safety.”.

“I’m sorry Lucifer, but I won’t allow myself to submit to this-,” Mc begins defiantly.

“-You will follow these rules. This is not something that is up for discussion, Mc!” he bellows, causing everyone at the table to flinch at the sudden aggression.

“And that goes for all of you,” he commands, pointing accusingly at his brothers. “You all are to make sure that she adheres to these rules, you understand?”

They all exchange quick glaces between a fuming Mc and Lucifer’s stern expression. They all nod slowly, reluctantly submitting to Lucifer’s will. Mc flops angrily into her chair, teeth clenched as she festers silently in her own wrath.

As much as she wants to, she simply can’t win against Lucifer, especially not on this one. Seeing that none of the other brothers came to her aid, she decides she has no choice but to swallow her pride. Biting her tongue, she nods slightly along with the brothers.

“Then… that is all that I need to say,” Lucifer says, his composure restored as he rises from his seat. “This meeting is adjourned.”

In the days after Lucifer's declaration, Mc begrudgingly followed each rule. Although she was still fuming, she offered no further protest on the matter, electing to just wait until Lucifer decided these restrictions were no longer necessary.

After a while, Mc began to not be particularly bothered by these rules. Although she valued her occasional moments of solitude, having the brothers escort her from place to place proved to be somewhat enjoyable. Additionally, having her D.D.D on her at all times wasn’t too much of a hassle, and it wasn’t like she had many places to be in Devildom after 8pm.

However, Mc began to feel more concerned with the brothers’ behavior as more and more questionable moments occurred between them. She first took notice of this somewhat alarming shift in behavior when Mc was conversing with a new friend from her Curses and Hexes class; another demon, obviously.

Mc was always eager to make new friends, especially since she rarely had the chance to talk to any demons outside of the seven brothers. Her and this new demon had randomly sparked up a conversation when he had asked her for a spare pencil. He had noticed it had a design on it that originated from a popular movie franchise that he was also interested in, so the duo became engrossed in discussing the topic long into the class period. Even after the bell rang, they continued absentmindedly laughing and chatting with one another.

This caused Beel, who had recently begun waiting for Mc outside of each of her classes to walk her from period to period, to peek his head in the room worriedly. The redhead immediately noticed the lower demon and how he was leaning against Mc’s desk, deep in conversation with his human. Anger quickly sparked in the pit of his abdomen, prompting him to stalk swiftly towards the duo.

He planted a solid hand on Mc’s shoulder. “The bell rang, Mc. Let’s go to your next class,” he grunts, refusing to acknowledge the surprised demon beside him.

“Oh, it's okay Beel. You can go without me, I’ll be leaving after I finish up here in a second,” Mc says cheerfully, waving Beel on without much thought.

In response, his grip tightens every-so slightly on Mc’s shoulder, digging into the fabric of her uniform. “No. I have to go with you Mc,” he says firmly.

“Beel, seriously, it’s okay,” Mc responds in a quizzical tone, eyes flickering between his face and his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll just have my friend here walk me instead. Your class is on the other side of campus anyway, so you’ll be late if you wait for me.”

“I don’t care if I’m late. I’m not going to let you be alone with some other demon, Mc,” he growls.

Both Mc and the lower demon gape at Beel, taken aback by his sudden aggression.

“Beel! Don’t be rude! You don’t need to worry about him, he’s oka-,” Mc exclaims.

“Mc. I’m not leaving you with him,” Beel repeats, this time finally eyeing the fidgeting lower demon sitting across from him. He wilts slightly from Beel’s piercing gaze, feeling as if he’s somehow made a grave mistake by simply talking to Mc. Mc shakes Beel’s hand from her shoulder, rising from her desk to confront him head on.

“Beelzebub. I’m telling you-,” Mc begins before she’s abruptly interrupted by Beel grabbing her wrist and tugging her towards the classroom’s exit. Despite her protests, he managed to make it halfway to her next period before Mc finally wrenched herself from his grip. The other demons in the hallway disperse, fleeing to their classrooms after sensing the dangerous arua the Avatar of Gluttony was emitting.

“What the hell Beel?” she pants, rubbing the angry red skin on her wrist. She eyes him, feeling increasingly uneasy; what happened back in the classroom...it was completely out of character for him. He never spoke to her, or anyone in that way, let alone put his hands on her like that.

“Lucifer said you can’t go anywhere by yourself,” he explains, placing a hand on his neck while shame begins to replace the wrath within him.

“Yeah, I wasn’t going by myself. I said that my friend was going to walk me instead,” Mc shoots back.

Beel frowns, “You can’t trust any demon you meet, Mc. You don’t know if you really would be safe with him.”

In the back of her mind, Mc knows he’s half right; she simply didn’t know that demon well enough to confidently say he wouldn’t try something the moment she was alone and vulnerable. However, she wasn’t upset that Beel questioned his integrity anymore, she was upset that he didn’t even take a moment to consider her feelings on the matter. He simply ran off with her without a second thought, completely disregarding her ability to judge a person’s character on her own without him or one of his brothers weighing in with their own cynical opinions.

They stood silently for a moment as Mc stewed in her thoughts, the hallway empty, its air turning stale around them. Before she could give a proper retort, the sound of the school’s bell rang around them, indicating that they were now both late for class. Mc clenched her firsts angrily.

She then turned sharply and stalked to her next period, allowing an uneasy Beel to accompany her from a distance. Once she entered her classroom and slammed the door behind her, Beel began the trek on his own class. When the next period ended, Mc found Belphie waiting outside to escort her in place of Beel.

Despite this concerning event, there was a brief lull in the brothers’ display of possessive behavior; whether that be because they finally realized that they were suffocating Mc with their antics, or because Mc had been more careful about complying to Lucifer’s rules.  However, this moment of peace was soon to be interrupted.

After Asmo accidentally spilled wine on Mc during a visit to Ristorante Six, he had vowed to take her shopping for a whole new outfit, even though it only really stained her blouse. When Levi caught wind of the excursion, he decided to tag along to go window shopping for some newly released Ruri-chan merchandise.

That weekend, the trio made their way to the bustling shopping center at the heart of Devildom; the majority of the day was very lighthearted and served as a much needed break from school and the crushing protectiveness of the brothers. They all spent hours browsing and trying on clothes in Majolish, laughing as Asmo forced Levi to briefly explore his fashion sense with them. After they finally left, Mc and Asmo struggled to carry the various bags filled to the brim with clothes and accessories while Levi happily snapped pictures of the exasperated pair, offering no help as he uploaded the photos to Devilgram.

After some more teasing, Levi finally slid his phone away before reaching to take one of the heavier bags from Mc’s hand. Mc gladly accepts the aid, shifting her weight forward to lean towards his extended hand. However, her shoe briefly caught the raised surface of a slightly out-of-place tile in the pavement, causing her to trip mid-step. Before she could sprawl across the floor below, she collides into a passing demon, falling face first into their chest.

“Hey! Watch it-,” the demon shouts, falling backwards from the force of the impact.

Mc instantly removes herself from the demon. “Ah-, I’m sorry! Are you okay?,” flustered from the embarrassing spectacle she’s caused. She offers a hand to the fallen demon, smiling politely as they glare at her from the floor.

“My apologies, I accidentally tripped, and you just happened to be in front of me...,” she says quickly as they begrudgingly reach to take her hand.

Before their palms can overlap, Levi moves in between the two, slapping the demon’s hand away from Mc’s. Shocked, the demon sharply pulls back his hand, hissing from the insult.

“Levi? What the fuck was that for?” Mc gasped, Levi’s expression startlingly contradicting the joyful demon he was moments ago.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Levi snarls at the demon, shoving Mc behind him despite her protests. “Stay the fuck away from us.”

At a loss for words, Mc desperately looks to Asmo for help. Rather than stepping forward to mitigate the situation as he so often does, Asmo simply moves to pick up the fallen bag and plants himself next to Levi, ignoring Mc’s aghast face.

“Guys, calm down! It was my fault, I was the one who bumped into them!” Mc exclaims, moving in front of the pair with raised hands.

“Yeah, what the hell? It was just an accident-,” the demon begins, moving to return to a standing position. Before they can get themselves completely upright, Levi shoves him to the ground.

“Levi-,” Mc yelped at the sudden display of violence. This time, she places a hand on the two advancing brothers’ chest, glaring at them both.

“If you two don’t knock this shit off right now, I’ll use our pacts to command you to stop,” she warns, hoping the anger in her tone masked the fear she felt creeping its way into the corners of her mind.

Levi clicks his tongue in frustration, reluctantly taking a step away from the terrified demon. Asmo slowly follows, never taking his eyes off them.

“Fine,” Asmo mutters. “But it would be in your best interest to leave, and never show your face around us ever again,” Asmo spat at the demon, his usually pristine face twisted into an irritated grimace.

The demon immediately takes off in the other direction, leaving the trio alone in the street. Before Mc could scold them, they both link their arms around her’s and stomp away.

“That was out-of-fucking line, guys!” Mc exclaims after a moment of stunned silence. The pair flinch a little but continue tugging her back to the House of Lamentation wordlessly.

“That was… that was absolutely ridiculous! It was just a simple mistake, and it was my fault! There was no reason for you guys to blow up on them like that!” she says, whipping her head from side to side in an attempt to read the faces of the two demons.

“Why’re you acting like that demon running into me was some kind of assasinaton attempt?! You guys didn’t used to be this… unreasonable…” she trails off, desperately trying to get Levi or Asmo to meet her eyes. “...What the fuck happened?” she asks the pair.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck happened, Mc,” Levi finally retorts, clenching his teeth as he lifts his head to look at her from behind his violet hair. “You… you were almost killed... not even a month ago. And if you think we’re just going to let something like that happen again then-”.

“But they weren’t trying to kill me!” Mc thundered, shaking with anger. “You both totally overreacted!”

“We can’t be too careful, Mc. I’m sorry we upset you, but I’d rather that than risk you being murdered!” Asmo admits, gripping her arm desperately.

“There was no danger, Asmo!” Mc yells. “Why can’t you two understand that?”

Levi and Asmo exchanged troubled glances.

“Mc, we’re just trying to do what’s best for you…” Levi pleads, Asmo nodding.

“This is what you think is best for me?! Just tearing off with me the moment I interact with any demon aside from you guys?” Mc scoffs, struggling to wrap her mind around the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

The two demons are silent, festering in shame and frustration. They avoid her eyes, struggling to produce a proper retort.

“I decide what is best for me, got it?! Because clearly, you guys have lost all touch with reality!” she continues, beyond caring about softening her insults.

Although the brothers wanted to argue back, they both elected to bite their tongues for the rest of the walk home, hoping that Mc would eventually calm down and come around to their point of view.

However, when they finally arrived home Mc ripped her arms from their grip, storming to her room while Asmo and Levi frantically tried to apologize from behind her wake. She slammed the door in their faces; they knocked the wooden surface as they pleaded for her to let them so they could make it up to her.

After a while of fruitlessly calling to her, they finally gave up, leaving Mc alone to quietly sob in her room. She refused to speak to the pair for a couple days afterward, but eventually gave up on attempting to hold a grudge on the demons she loved so deeply. She tried to drop her guard around them once again, but still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling that had been clouding her mind ever since that day.

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Although Mc found these instances incredibly peculiar (alarmingly so), she still gave the demon brothers the benefit of the doubt. She understood that they cared for her fiercely, and that this could lead them to act aggressively; but she could not wrap her head around why they were starting to disregard how Mc felt. They had begun to handle her like a delicate piece of artwork; something to be admired from within a protective container, never to be touched by outside hands.

Despite this, she decided that for the time being she would simply grin a bear it all while she gave them a chance to calm themselves, hoping they would all eventually return to their normal selves. However, this was not the case as Mc would soon realize after she had forgotten to walk home with Mammon after classes at RAD.

As per Lucifer’s rules, Mc was to be accompanied by one of the brothers to and from school. After much pestering from Mammon, she agreed to make walking back with him a daily occurrence. The two would meet in the garden at the center of RAD’s campus and make the journey home together, chatting about their day. However, Mc had completely forgotten about this agreement one day.

Mc has a bad habit of becoming lost in thought, forgetting the world around her as she silently listens to music through a pair of tangled earbuds. Mc was often accompanied by at least 1-2 demon brothers at once, so she doesn't often get much time to simply explore her own thoughts without interruption. This, coupled with her bad habit of becoming detached from the present, caused her to simply walk straight to the House of Lamentation without the thought of meeting Mammon even crossing her mind.

She had gotten home before any of the others, and absentmindedly slumped into bed after changing out of her RAD uniform. Lazily rolling over, she reached out to pick up her previously discarded D.D.D and earbuds, music still faintly playing. She clicked on the screen to turn off the music and noticed she had 9 new notifications while her phone was on silent. There were 6 text messages from Mammon, and 4 new missed calls. Mc sat up in bed to read the texts:

“Oi! Where the hell are ya at Mc?” - 19 minutes ago

“Are you coming or not? Did ya forget about me?” - 16 minutes ago

1 missed call.

“Did ya walk home with Asmo instead of me? That hurts my feelings, ya know.” - 15 minutes ago

1 missed call.

“Hey! Respond to my calls… you’re startin’ to worry me”. - 12 minutes ago

"If you’re worried that I’m mad, I’m not! Just text me when ya get home safely, OK?” - 11 minutes ago

2 missed calls.

“That's it! You better call me back right now, or I’m gonna start freakin’ out!” - 6 minutes ago

Mc drags a hand over her face, annoyed by his gross overreaction. Mammon has always been the clingy type, something she had gotten used to and eventually found somewhat endearing. However, this was just too much…

Before she could even begin to return his calls, the door to her room burst open, swinging on its hinges and slamming into the wall with a loud bang. There in the doorway stood Mammon, sweaty, panting, and obviously very distressed. Alongside him stood Satan, Asmo, and Belphie, all looking slightly less disheveled but with equally concerned expressions. As soon as they laid their eyes on her, relief immediately flushed all other emotion from their faces.

“Wha-”, she began, but was swiftly cut off when Mammon leapt towards her to clutch her shoulders.

“What the hell happened Mc?!” he exclaims, shaking her before embracing her firmly. After a tense moment, he quickly peels himself from her form, his flushed face mere inches from her own as he continues his volley of questions.

“I really thought something bad happened to you!” he cries out, silvery eyebrows furrowed. Mc opened her mouth to explain but was interrupted once again.

“-and why didn’t ya answer my calls? I got so worried that I even called Asmo, and when he said that you weren’t with him, I totally freaked!” he says, his eyes wandering to inspect her body; still expecting her to be harmed in some way.

Mc pushes the babbling demon off of her as she explains, “I’m sorry, I had my D.D.D on silent, so I didn’t see any of your texts.”

As Mammon tumbles to the foot of her bed, Asmo quickly takes his place next to her.

“Mc! You can’t do that to us again! We really thought some other demon got to you!” he sobs, wrapping his arms around her , dramatically burying his face in the crook of her neck. Satan turns his back to them to make a call on his D.D.D, presumably to let the others know that Mc is safe and sound at home.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Mc struggles to pry the weeping demon off of her. She looks to Belphie to help as he’s usually the brother that grants her the most freedom in situations like these. Meeting her gaze, Belphie moves forward, his facade of indifference faintly cracking.

“That doesn’t explain why you didn't wait for one of us to walk with you. You know you’re not supposed to go anywhere by yourself, Mc,” he says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to feign exasperation.

Mc glares at him; she half-expected him to be on her side, to scold Mammon and Asmo for their dramatic antics as he so often does.

“I’m sorry guys, I totally forgot to wait. I guess I just got so lost in thought that I didn’t realize I forgot about Mammon,” she admits, chuckling awkwardly at her rather anticlimactic explanation. Satan turns to face them as he places his D.D.D back into his pant pocket, frowning at her words.

“Well, it's a good thing that you at least went straight back to the House of Lamentation, because if we didn’t find you in your room, Lucifer would have asked Diavolo to form a royal search party for you,” he says, his hand cupping his chin thoughtfully.

“What?! A search party?” Mc exclaims, becoming more exasperated by the second. “Isn’t that a bit much? I mean… I was only unaccounted for for less than half an hour, right? Doesn’t that seem like overkill to you?” she questions, attempting to face Satan as Asmo and Mammon fuss over her.

Satan and Belpie, who normally jump at any chance to criticize Lucifer’s decisions, simply shook their heads.

“No, it’s understandable. We can’t afford to give you the benefit of the doubt anymore,” Satan sighs.

“Huh?” Mc says, completely vexed by his explanation.

Satan moves to place a hand on her head, his palm lovingly stroking her hair despite the troubled expression that lingers on his features.

“You better start working on your apology, because Lucifer and the others are on their way back now,” he says, only half-joking. “And from what he told me, Levi and Beel had been tearing up every inch of RAD’s campus looking for any trace of you.”

Before she can argue about the matter any further, the sound of 3 pairs of footsteps thunder against the hallway’s stairs and towards her room. The other brothers burst into her room, followed by another flurry of questions and quick embraces. After a while of explaining and apologizing, Mc finally managed to quell the fears of the brothers.

Later that afternoon, they all sat down to have dinner together, the brothers continuing to fuss over an annoyed Mc. Although this ridiculous incident hadn’t ended in complete disaster (aside from the scolding of a life-time from Lucifer), it still worried Mc. She could understand, to an extent, their protectiveness over her, especially after the most recent attempt on her life. However, she was only unresponsive for less than 30 minutes, and all of them had flown into a panic; it was completely out of character for most of the brothers.

She poked at her food, still sore about the lecturing she had received. Hopefully, this was the last incident for a long while. Little did she know, it would get much worse.

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Thank you for reading part 1! Can you tell this is my first time ever writing fanfic? lmaoo

Let me know if you guys wanna see more, because regardless I plan on making 2-3 more chapters! Comments, suggestions, and reblogs are much appreciated!

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[cloudytamaki]

bnha » making out drabbles

warnings. implied sexual themes, cussing genre. fluff, lime juice (mostly in bakugo & denki’s) companion piece. making out hcs (read the hcs first!!) author’s notes. i was in a good mood while writing this at 10:30 pm.. i was watching funny scenes from Mrs. Doubtfire 😭 characters are all 18+. enjoy <3

KATSUKI BAKUGO.

“F – Katsuki...” Your fingers pressed into the taut and sticky skin of Katsuki’s shoulders as your head dropped back, eyes shut tightly. Your teeth clenched when he nipped your neck, a brief but delicious burning sensation accompanied with the bite.

Your back hit the closet wall as your hips ground against his, your crushing kiss muffling his pleasured groan. His hands slipped up your shirt, his calloused fingers caressing your hips. The air was thick and warm, the air circulation not good at all.

You barely registered the indistinct chatter coming from outside the closet, all your energy focused on just your boyfriend. He bit your bottom lip and you moaned helplessly into his mouth, his lips already making you come undone.

Another provoking buck of your hips and your lips were catching another one of his groans, the vibrations sending electricity down your spine. Suddenly a gust of cool air hit your sweaty body, the sound of laughter invading your eardrums.

Your eyes widened and your already cerise cheeks became darker in embarrassment. Katsuki backed away and completely moved off of you, his own skin burning with rage. You noticed a panicked and flushed Kirishima, who had his hand over his mouth as he backed away.

“You damn extras!” Katsuki was ready to throw hands, tiny sparks jumping off his fingers. He leapt forward, his yells echoed by the hallway. “I’ll kill you all!”

SHOTO TODOROKI.

“I love you, Sho,” you sighed into Shoto’s lips, your arms lazily hung around his neck, his chest so close to yours you could hear his heartbeat.

“Y/N... I love you too.” Even though it was dark, you could make out a small smile on his lips, obviously content with the current situation. You and your boyfriend Shoto were in a dorm bathroom, gently kissing as you hugged, talking about miscellaneous things such as schoolwork and food.

He gently nibbled on your lower lip, eliciting a soft chuckle from you. “Hey, where’d you—”

The door was thrown open, a shriek accompanying the intrusion. Before you knew it you were torn away from Shoto’s lips and now behind him as he glared at the person who ruined the soft moment. 

Denki Kaminari.

Wicked laughter resonated throughout the bathroom as the light turned on, pretty much blinding you and your boyfriend.

“Kaminari—!” You were about to strangle him when he saluted you and took off, no doubt to tell the rest of the class. Shoto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Y/N – we need to lock the door next time.”

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA.

“Mmff – hnmm...” You kept your moans in as Eijirou’s soft lips pressed to your own, his body curved over you. He released a tiny groan when you pushed yourself close to him, your midsection barely brushing against his own. You separated the kiss, his warm lips immediately leaving your own as you pulled away.

“So, you were just coming out here to get snacks?” You asked breathlessly, your voice teasing as your cheeks practically glowed pink. Eijirou chuckled nervously, his hand at the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.

“Yes?”

“At one am?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, a pink blush forming on Eijirou’s cheeks. “So how did this happen?” You gestured in between yourself and Eijirou, your bodies merely inches apart.

“I dunno,” he shrugged with an awkward smile, “It just did?”

“You dummy.” You shook your head in amusement, eyes twinkling as you made eye contact with his gentle crimson orbs. “I love y—”

“Holy shit. Kirishima? L/N?!”

Your eyes widened as you whirled around, your gaze locking on the last person you wanted to see. Son of a bitch, what luck. Eijirou’s eyes were wide as he stumbled back to focus on the grape boy.

“Woah, did you smash yet?” The words that left the boy’s lips were extremely embarrassing, making you recoil in disgust.

“No! I – I, um...” Eijirou tried to answer but couldn’t, his voice fading as Mineta kept his stare locked on him.

“Did you touch her boobs?” You crossed your arms over your chest, biting your lip as you looked down. You were a bit self conscious about your chest, and did not like when others used slang for your body. They were breasts, not boobs.

Eijirou noticed your discomfort, stepping forward menacingly. “Leave us alone.”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to his room, sitting you down on his bed.

“I’m sorry that happened, Y/N.”

“I-it’s okay,” you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips at his kindness. “It wasn’t your fault.”

TAMAKI AMAJIKI.

“Y/N...” Tamaki whispered, a whimper leaving his lips as you kissed the shell of his ear, your teeth gently grazing over the warm skin. His lips trembled and his eyes squeezed shut as you began to gently pinch the epidermis of pointed ears.

You pulled away from his ears, peppering his face with kisses as you hugged him tightly. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” A soft sound left his lips as he embraced you, burying his face into the crook of you neck, his lips rolling against your skin.

“Bunny... I love you too – I love you so much.”

You swayed with him in your arms, slowly moving your hips to an imaginary song, as if you were rocking a baby. He lifted his head, raising himself up to you to give you a kiss. His lips connected with yours for a brief second, a lovely feeling rushing through you at the feeling.

The door was opened and a familiar blue haired girl walked in, but before Nejire could speak, Tamaki yelped and bounded right off of you, launching himself backwards. He fell right off the bed, hitting the floor with an ‘oof’. 

“Tamaki!” You leaned over the edge of the bed, extending your hand to the blushing ravenette, his cheeks a light red as he grabbed your hand and got himself back onto the bed.

“Hi, Hado!” You greeted her, acting as if nothing had happened.

“What’re you guys doing?” Her voice was curious, questioning your actions.

“We were—” You racked your brain for answers, finally coming up with one, “Just studying. We were just studying.”

Her blue eyes sparkled even when she raised an eyebrow, obviously detecting your lie. Tamaki suddenly spoke, knowing she understood what was going on minutes ago.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” he begged, not wanting to endure questions or teasing.

“I won’t, Amajiki! It’s fine!” she reassured him, grinning as he released a soft sigh or relief. She waved to you, and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

DENKI KAMINARI.

“Shh! Denki, it’s eleven o’clock! We can’t make any noise—” The golden blonde cut you off, gently pressing his fingers into your hips, sending a shock of electricity into your bones.

You were straddling his waist, his back was on the couch and you were above him. Denki kept shocking you with his quirk, snickering at your reactions. You didn’t react to his electricity that time, continuing to scold him. 

“Everyone’s asleep, it’s almost mid—”

He reached up, cupping your face as he lowered it a few inches, then brought his own lips to yours. Denki didn’t even bother to lick your lips, and opted to pry your mouth open so he could get his tongue inside, and with another shock to your hips, it did work.

Your lips parted for just a second, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. The muscles tangled with each other, all concern forgotten. He carried the faint taste of mint toothpaste on his tongue from earlier, his lips soft and warm.

Sparks exploded in your stomach, and they weren’t from Denki’s fingers. Feeling the urge to make this makeout session more, you roughly ground your hips against his without any warning.

You felt him push back against you, his lower region making you aware of his arousal. Another grind and he was moaning into your mouth; you took the initiative to nip at his lips, your bites sudden and sharp.

He pulled away for just a second to catch a breath of air before he slammed his lips onto yours again, leaning up as his arms wrapped around you. Now he bucked his hips hard into yours, your breath hitching in your throat as his bulge pressed against your core.

 “F – fuck, Denki...” The sound of your vulnerable voice was driving him, your moans music to his ears. His hands slid down your back, slowly finding their way under your shirt, leaving butterfly touches on different parts of skin.

He began to slide your nightshorts down, slowly and tantalizingly, knowing it would make you crazy. Sweat dripped down his forehead, an unbearable heat pooling between your thighs. Unable to take his teasing, you slammed your hips onto his, a loud groan leaving his lips as his clothed crotch began to poke at your center.

You heard a door slam in the distance, disregarding it as you fully focused on your boyfriend, his mouth open as he released numerous moans, most of them louder than they should be.

“What the fuck!” A loud voice startled you, your head almost knocking with Denki’s as you yanked your half down nightshorts up. “Are you two seriously getting down on the couch?!”

Bakugo was screaming at you, his voice rising as he fired questions at you... er, mostly Denki. You heard rushed footsteps down the hall and suddenly Iida was out there, lecturing you about the dangers of fucking on the couch.

“—As class rep, I simply cannot allow such frisky activities in these dorms! Especially on the couch, L/N, Kaminari! We use the couch, and it should not be disrespected in such a fashion!”

Iida’s exaggerated arm chops and loud voice drew the attention of other students, such as Kirishima, Mina, Todoroki, Midoriya, Mineta, and Tsu. They all watched with curious and smirking (some blank) faces, making you turn your head to Denki.

Who you were currently sitting on.

You gave him an oh fuck look as you moved off of him, excusing yourself to go and wallow in your embarrassment.

[lol-im-done]

The Avenger & Baron of Sokovia: Part Two

Part One

Hi! Here is part two, I honestly got carried away again and will do a few more parts to this! Enjoy!

Those five years were a deep slumber somewhere in the cosmos but you didn’t dream. You were barely conscious, no concept of the time that had been passing by. When you ‘blipped’ back there was no moment to reunite with Helmut, it took you a few moments to regain consciousness. In the chaos you had been dragged out from your chair by security, crying out for Helmut completely confused by what had happened. Helmut looked like he had seen a ghost, not quite believing he had seen you reappear from thin air. It wasn’t until someone had mentioned it in passing what happened did he actually believe it and it made him crazy that you had slipped out of his reach just like that. In the utter chaos that had been caused by the snap of the Infinity Gauntlet, you remembered the portal opening in front of you on that chaotic street, people screaming and running around you. Through the golden sparks you could see Steve, standing there bloodied and beaten on the battlefield and when he caught your eye you could see the relief spread through his face. Without a second thought you jumped through the portal to join him, hands ready and eyes bright green with power. All you knew is that you had to be by your team's side. You hadn’t been there to fight in Wakanda but you were going to make damn sure you gave it all this time. Even in your civilian clothing you fought with such fervor that a suit of pure telekinetic energy covered your body. Waves of your power brought down hundreds of enemies, and in a split second you had used your abilities to bring Thanos to his knees giving Tony enough time to take the Infinity Stones. That was the last time you saw him alive, barely managing to bid him goodbye.

In the aftermath you found out that Natasha hadn’t made it and you felt like you had fallen into a pit of despair. Regret burned deep in your soul, you should have been there with them, gotten a chance to see one of your oldest friends one last time. What happened next was perhaps the most surprising thing out of all of this.

“He wants to talk to you,” Sam murmured as he passed by you, holding Steve’s shield. Taking a deep breath you made your way over to the old man on the bench.

“Steve?” you asked tentatively. He turned around with a gentle smile.

“(Y/N),” Steve said, tapping the seat next to him. Sitting down next to him, he took your hand into his. What were once the strong calloused hands of a soldier were now signs of old age but they still comforted you.

“I know you retired after Sokovia-,” Steve began.

“Steve I’m sorry for abandoning the team,” you cried out unable to stop yourself, tears gathering in your eyes but he shook his head.

“We understood why you did it (Y/N). Tony, Thor, Natasha, Bruce, all of them understood. What matters is that you were there with us to fight one last time. You’ll be one of the few original Avengers left,” Steve said solemnly. “With that comes responsibility. I know how much Sokovia affected you but you’re stronger than you think. I can’t make you lead what's left of the team, you’re going to find your way in the world but I will ask you one thing,” Steve continued.

“Anything Steve,” you gulped.

“Take care of Bucky. He might not ever forgive me for what I’ve done but I need to make sure he’s taken care of. Look after the others as well. We often lead lonely lives and right now more than ever you all need to support each other. Can you promise to do that to the best of your ability,” Steve finished. His words stunned you but Steve was right.

“Don’t you worry about anything Steve. I promise,” you promised giving him a hug, the familiar scent of his cologne filled your nose. That would be one of the last times you saw him.

Trying to find your place in a world that had moved on without you was proving more difficult than you thought. As a past member of the Avengers, it fell onto your shoulders to try and regain some control, to help and advise alongside Rhodey and Sam mainly. The government had decided to keep a close eye on you as well, you were enhanced and in this new world you had come back to they seemed to not trust you the same way as before. You had even been sucked into Wanda’s Westview anomaly when you had tried to help her out after Tony’s funeral. Through all of this you hadn’t returned to see Helmut, the fact that he was still alive and well in his cell a small reassurance. You had been making plans to see him again, your plane ticket booked for Berlin but your paths would cross sooner than you thought as a knock on your door made you get up from your desk one day.

“Hey,” Sam greeted when you opened the door. Behind him was Bucky who gave you a sheepish smile and wave. He was still a bit nervous around you but you had made it a point to see him as regularly as you could taking your promise to Steve incredibly seriously. You had been the one to make sure he got mandated therapy sessions as part of his pardon.

“Sam! Bucky!” you smiled, ushering them into your apartment. Bucky was a bit surprised when you pulled him into a hug but he accepted it. After feeding them some lunch and catching up you got down to business.

“You need my help don’t you,” you stated, crossing your arms with a small smirk. Sam and Bucky exchanged a look before Bucky scarfed down some more fries.

“I know you put your superhero life behind you (Y/N) but you’re the only one I thought of to help us with this,” Sam explained.

“Where to?” you asked.

“Berlin. We have to talk to Helmut Zemo. You remember him right?” Bucky asked. At his words your heart stopped, eyes going wide. They wanted to talk to Helmut?

“(Y/N)?” Sam asked, eyebrows crinkled in worry. Memories of Helmut flooded your mind for a few seconds.

“Yeah I remember him,” you whispered, holding a hand to your chest to steady your heartbeat.

“Wait, you visited him a few times right?” Sam asked, remembering what Steve had told him years ago.

“Well- um more than a few times,” you shrugged, turning away to hide your blush.

“Care to explain?” Sam crossed his arms.

“Let me pack and I’ll explain on the way there,” you sighed. Sam nodded and got up to help you, Bucky staying at the table staring at the framed picture of you and Steve, his heart clenching in nostalgia.

“Why can’t I go in with you?” you frowned, feeling increasingly agitated. Bucky sighed and pulled you aside for a second in the white hallway.

“Don’t tell Sam but you’ll have your chance to see him after this I promise,” Bucky whispered. Pressing your lips tightly together you nodded slowly, understanding his words.

“Everything good?” Sam asked.

“All good,” you murmured as Bucky followed the guard down the long hallway into the maze of the prison. It had been so long since you had been here but everything was familiar to you, you could probably find your way to Helmut’s cell blindfolded. It took every ounce of willpower not to go in running after Bucky to see Helmut. Sam watched as you chewed on your lip, foot tapping in anxiousness.

“Why do you call him Helmut?” Sam suddenly asked. You turned to face him in a surprised manner.

“Because that’s his name?” you tilted your head, confused by his question.

“We all call him Zemo but you call him Helmut. It's more personal,” Sam stated.

“Like I explained on the plane....we got close. Like friends after all that time I came to visit him. It stemmed from Sokovia really but I got to understand him and he understood me too,” you whispered, emotion filling your voice. Sam decided not to press it but he was still confused on why you had decided to get so close to the man who had divided the team so horribly. You asked yourself that same question but as time went on with Helmut you could tell he was seeing things from a new perspective. He had even planned on asking Steve to meet him when he was no longer on the run, to talk and ask for forgiveness. Suddenly the door at the end of the hall opened and Bucky walked calmly back to you and Sam.

“C’mon I have somewhere for us to check out,” Bucky said, leading you all out. It felt nice to feel the breeze and walk around like a tourist again, your arm tucked under Bucky’s. He had changed a lot since you had first met him, feeling comfortable enough around you to accept physical affection. It was like having a brother, much like Sam, two brothers you had to keep an eye on at all times you thought with a smile. Finally you reached a large garage filled with darkness.

“Careful,” you warned Sam, pulling him back before he smacked his face into a metal anvil. You used your powers like a candle to illuminate the area until Bucky found the light switch.

“Why are we here?” you asked Bucky who gave you a knowing look. Is this what he meant earlier, about seeing Helmut soon? Your heart sped up a bit as you looked around ignoring Sam and Bucky’s bickering.

“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail?” Sam asked incredulously.

“We have no leads, no moves, nothing,” Bucky countered.

“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars,” Sam snapped.

“And we also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose,” Bucky replied.

“Zemo's gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offense,” Sam shook his head.

“Offense. Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code. Anyways if what (Y/N) said is right then he’s not as crazy as he once was,” Bucky tried to reason. Suddenly there was movement by the garage doors and you felt the air leave your lungs. The moment he walked in you wasted no time in running towards him, ignoring Sam’s protests as you crashed into Helmut’s open arms. Tears gathered in your eyes as you held him like he was a life raft in an ocean working to drown you. You hadn’t realized you had started crying until Helmut was softly comforting you, stroking your hair. Finally you pulled back, Helmut’s arms still encircling your waist.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried but Helmut shook his head, wiping the tears from your red cheeks.

“Don’t apologize miláčik. None of that matters now,” Helmut smiled, through his own tears feeling a relief so strong it almost made him fall to his knees. Sam and Bucky were stunned at what they were witnessing, they knew you had history with Zemo but never knew the reality of your relationship. To be honest you didn’t know what your relationship was but there was a connection, there was something and you could see it in his eyes. But there was no time for words, Sam had made it clear you had to leave now. Every moment from that garage to the moment you were up in the air in Helmut’s private jet, you were attached to his side like a magnet. Helmut had been so touch starved, he had resigned himself to the fact that he would never touch your smooth skin while he was incarcerated but now having you with him, he didn’t want you far from him. It was clear how protective you were of him as well, when Bucky had lunged at Helmut with his metal arm, a wall of green energy erupted between them making Bucky bounce back and fall into his seat.

“Enough,” you snapped, giving each of them a stern look before relaxing. “Helmut please refrain from pushing their buttons. We are here for one thing and we have to work together. Please for me,” you asked. Helmut sighed but nodded, muttering an apology to Bucky. With a satisfied smile you reached across and held Helmut’s hand, feeling him relax into your touch. You couldn’t stop smiling and it made Sam a bit nervous, seeing you so happy around a criminal like Zemo. Soon the conversation turned a bit more serious.

“You must have really looked up to Steve. But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America's Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals,” Helmut began.

“Watch your step, Zemo,” Sam warned.

“They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?” Helmut went on in his tangent.

“(Y/N)’s enhanced. Why don’t you hate her?” Sam asked sarcastically. Zemo’s eyes hardened, eyes flickering over to you as you waited for his response.

“In the time I spent speaking with her my views have shifted. I no longer see things as so black and white. There is a grey area in these matters, nuance,” Zemo admitted. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at that, he had changed.

“There are threats, people who regardless of super serum or mutant abilities are up to no good. If this has to do with HYDRA we have to end it,” you said. That seemed to shut the door to that conversation, Bucky nodding at your words. Before Madripoor you all made a stop to rest in Hong Kong. Helmut had gotten a reservation at a luxurious hotel for the night but none of that mattered to you all you wanted was time to speak with him properly and a hot shower. As you waited alongside Bucky and Sam in the lobby wondering what the sleeping arrangements would be, heat rushed to your cheeks when you heard Helmut get the room keys for only two rooms and his intention became clear when he took your hand into his in the elevator. Bucky looking at your intertwined hands a bit like a brother would seeing his sister with her new boyfriend. The elevators opened and before you could walk off with Helmut to your room at the end of the hall, Sam grabbed your arm gently.

“Wait you’re sharing a room with him?” Sam asked in a hushed voice, still not trusting Helmut.

“Of course I am,” you replied with a questioning tilt of your head.

“She’ll be fine Sam,” Bucky murmured, opening the door to their room so Sam could follow him in. Sam pursed his lips but nodded as you gave Bucky a grateful smile.

“Goodnight Bucky. If you need anything you just shoot me a text,” you waved. The door closed behind them, Helmut quiet at your side as he led you to your shared room.

“A text?” Helmut asked casually as you entered the grand room. Walking over to the bed you sat down, relishing in the feeling of the bed.

“Yes. Bucky experiences nightmares from time to time as one would having experienced the trauma he’s been through. I always make sure I’m there in case he needs to talk to someone,” you explained, reclining on the comfortable pillows.

“Why?” Helmut asked, as he took a seat on the other side of the bed.

“Because he’s my friend. I also promised Steve to look after him, to look after all of them,” you murmured.

“Is that why you didn’t come back?” Helmut whispered. Slowly you kicked off your boots before you curled up into the pillows, facing Helmut.

“I wanted to but after fighting against Thanos I had to catch up on the past five years. I got stuck in Wanda’s alternate world, I had to try and make my own way with the government breathing down my neck,” you began. Helmut nodded in understanding, he couldn’t blame you. “If Steve were still here or Nat or Tony they would have led us all through it but the rest of us had to figure it out,” you sighed. Helmut curled up on the bed as well as he reached across to stroke your cheek. Looking into his handsome face you felt warmth fill your body, those warm brown eyes you missed so much.

“That day that I disappeared I wanted to explain something to you,” you said a bit nervously. Helmut kept his hand on your cheek in a reassuring manner. “I know I should hate you the way that you hated us after Sokovia but after spending time with you I found myself doing quite the opposite,” you admitted. Helmut stayed silent allowing you to continue, his eyes full of emotion.

“I’ve fallen in love with you Helmut. When I came back after all those years I was scared you never felt the same in the first place or that you weren’t ready to feel the same-,” you began to ramble but were cut off by Helmut rushing forward to capture your lips into a heated kiss. After years of waiting and hoping to have you in his arms Helmut couldn’t wait another second to feel your soft lips against his. Breaking for air he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed with overwhelming emotions.

“Watching you disappear in front of my eyes with no way of stopping it, was one of the worst pains of my life. I’ve lost my family already once before and I didn’t think I was going to survive that and after five years of waiting, thinking of nothing but you, I didn’t think I was going to survive that either,” Helmut admitted sadly. “Those months after Sokovia I was already falling in love with you before I was consumed with vengeance. I love you miláčik,” Helmut finished. It was your turn to kiss him which quickly turned into clothes coming off, breathless whispers of love and cries of pleasure filling the room. As you cuddled into his bare chest you pushed away any anxiety riddled thoughts of him returning to prison and simply appreciated having the man you loved in your arms.

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You could do it with: IDW: Megatron, Ultra Magnus, Max, Rung and Bayverse Optimus?Thanks! You have a good day! :D (2/2)

HI I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD. MY GHOST LITERALLY WROTE THIS. I know it’s extremely late but my writers block has been hitting me during the pandemic while I’m stuck at home so hopefully I did this ok.

@bellisimapormesana

Character wasn’t stated so I’m defaulting to a cybertronian! Reader.

IDW Megatron

He feels you.

Seriously, this poor mech is as pessimistic as you’ll ever get.

Don’t make me bring in the depresso espresso memes.

It took you a while to warm up to those who were pesistant in becoming your friend (I’m looking at you rodimus), so getting anywhere with him is going to take forever.

If your not at Swerve’s cracking jokes and getting into crazy shinanegans while Ultra Magnus just sits there with his helm in his servos, you’re either alone in your berth room or wandering the many halls of the Lost Light.

Normally Megs is too deep in thought to pay attention to notice most walking by, but his optics will set on you when he almost walks into your frame sat on the floor. But you’re too busy observing the stars outside one the windows to acknowledge him.

You would expect him to take a least a few times of running into you to actually realise that your processor was currently far away from being a happy place, but like I said, this guy’s been through shit.

One single look at you. And he knows.

The way your optics are dimmed already give off the tell tale sign that your mind is wandering places. Like, there’s a whole universe right in front of you, galaxies and technicolour planets passing by, you should be dreaming of the adventures you will have, yet you sit here, frame slouched, with a solemn empty look across your face.

Everything seems to stop still for Megatron as he stands there. Memories and nightmares flashing across his processor, bringing back glimpses of emotions that he wished to never feel again.

Everything about you screams loneliness, and he feels his spark shatter at the sight of you.

There is no way on Cybertron that he will let you experience the depression he did.

He won’t force any means of physical comfort upon you, since you could just push him away so easily if you wanted to.

All you hear are a shuffle of pedesteps and a gentle thump as he sits himself beside you, glancing at you once without uttering a word.

Through that single glance, he showed you that he understood, and reassured you that you’re not anywhere near alone in this universe. And he had your back.

Ultra Magnus

When you first boarded the Lost Light, you had blended in amongst the crowd and didn’t really speak up much.

Therefore it took Magnus quite a while to find out who you were.

The poor mech didn’t really have much time to make many friends, since he was too busy either speaking about statistics, or chasing Rodimus throughout the ship to try and prevent any disasters from taking place.

The first time he really noticed you is when you actually started to hang out with Roddy and the rest of the main crew.

He would see you dissappear around corners as you tried to avoid ending up in trouble with your fellow pranksters, or sitting at the bar as Swerve proceeded to die of hysterics at the joke you cracked.

He also saw you exit Rung’s a couple of times as he went in.

The first time he exchanged a conversation with you was at the bar with everyone else.

You were sat between Rung and him as you fiddled with your servos. He noticed that you were quieter than usual as you stared at the half empty energon in front of you.

He hadn’t had the slightest clue of what to say to you as you sat there. He was just downright confused as to why you weren’t being as loud as the others.

Suddenly a thought came to his mind as he recalled something.

While you were well known for being slightly disobedient when you joined Rodimus on his adventures, he was mildly surprised at how well your reports were laid out. You may be a funny prankster but your reports came on the dot, full of the right amount of detail that Magnus would be satisfied with.

So while it may had not been a great way to greet someone, he brought you out of your silent state by praising you on how well your reports were.

You looked up at him, slightly taken aback at the sudden gesture, but you returned it with a small smile and a quiet “thank you”.

He didn’t know straight away of you pessimistic states and episodes, but it didn’t take him a while to realise it either.

He would notice there would be times you would seclude yourself to a quiet space, and he would notice your seat to be empty at meetings every one in a while.

He’s a busy mech, so he can’t always pay attention to you, but in his free time, or when he is walking the halls, he would see if you were on your own or not.

He’d find you at a window or an empty room, and gently ask if you would like to accompany him in going over statistics or organising some files.

“Isn’t Roddy meant to assist you in that?” “Yes but he never does it properly and disappears within five minutes.”

Some things he offers to do with you may be boring, but it’s enough to keep you distracted and on the plus side you get to spend time with your favourite Magnus.

Fortress Maximus

He’s the type of mech to observe people, especially you, from a distance.

While others seem boring or just make him nervous, you’re the one who seems to catch his optic the most.

Because you confuse him.

One minute you’re laughing tears of lubricant out of you optics with Drift as Ratchet storms in, covered helm to pede in pink glitter glue, then the next you’re sat in the dark confines of your berthroom, the only light provided is a dull blue hue from the data pad you’re reading off, eyes absentmindedly scanning across, but never actually taking the words in.

It takes him a small amount of time to properly realise how deep of a state of pessimism you were in when you were experiencing these episodes from time to time, and somewhat understood how you felt, since this poor mech is one sensitive bby once you delve down deep enough.

The next few days are spent with Max confining himself to his own berthroom, making some begin to wonder where he had disappeared off to. Some thought he was just distancing himself (like me because of shitty corONA). But instead his was carefully thinking out some form of plan to try and eventually manage to keep you as your happy self 24/7.

He - somehow - convinced Red Alert to allow him access to a weeks worth of some security clips and gathered a basic routine of when the pessimistic mood would begin to set in by the way your body language started to shift slightly and slowly but surely, you drifted away from the crowd and eventually found yourself in the confines of your berth.

He’s not a stalker I swear.

He sensed your shy nature, and being a somewhat shy bean himself it took him a few minutes of mental preparation, but he managed to stop being a wallflower at Swerve’s when he spotted you come in.

You avoided the eyes of most as you were just there to grab some energon and whisk away back to the earth story you were reading in your berthroom. You eased your way through the small crowd, cringing at some of the loud laughs that reached your audios.

Reaching a clearing in front of the bar, you were about to open your intake to ask for a drink, when you felt a large presence loom behind you.

Turning around cautiously, you were met with a white and blue chest plate.

Your attention was taken away from the loud noises as your audios picked up a quiet “hello” as you looked up to meet a pair of nervous red optics.

Max knew he was big, even for a cybertronian, so he was concerned that his large presence gave off an intimidating demeanour, and it would scare you away.

However, much to his surprise and luck, you gave him a small smile and gave a quiet greeting in return.

You two spent the next few hours in a secluded booth in the corner of the bar exchanging mutual conversation while sipping on different concoctions of Swerve’s drinks.

You were enjoying the new company, basking in the presence of a fellow awkward cybertronian you could relate to. You found it cute as you found him staring at you, only too look away while staring down at the drink in his hands.

On the other hand, Fort Max was internally proud of himself managing to keep you from the depressing depths of your berth and also of you not avoiding any form of social contact for the night.

This carried on for a few months or so. Max kept up the effort to watch over you, becoming alert if you would suddenly leave in the evening or if there was nothing on. He would take another route, and catch your attention before you reached your room, gently asking you to join him on some sort of activity. Whether it was crafting something Rung recommended, or going star gazing.

In some way he would coax you out and put a smile on your face.

IDW Rung

You think you can get away from the observing eyes of god Rung the therapist?

After one appointment with you he could see that you weren’t as happy as you presented yourself to be.

There’s nothing much to say for this guy except for the fact that you keep going to these sessions with him.

You may not want to tell him everything but he tries his best to try and show that he understands you.

Instead of these meets going the same as most others, Rung will have you stay for longer and make it more interactive with things such as making crafts such as model ships, and also will tell you a story about each one.

Hell, he would sometimes book appointments for you, mostly in the evening when you weren’t busy.

You enjoy the company, but it also means poor Rung actually has a friend that talks to him more and frequently visit him.

You’ve never gotten his name wrong once.

And that puts a little smile on his face each time.

If he finds you in one of these states, he won’t say much at first. Just gently holding your servo as you both sit by a window until he quietly begins to tell you a story to get your mind off any negative thoughts.

Bayverse Optimus (aNgRy MaN)

Bruh

He feels you too

He’s lost too many friends he considers family

Has been known to go into pessimistic states himself

But doesn’t know if anyone else experiences these things like he does

When he watches you around base he sees you having lots of fun with the younger bots, pranking Ratchet or practising you abilities in the field with Ironhide.

In his attempt to make sure that no one really finds out or suffers when he’s in this depressive mood, he tends to worry about it in the dead of night when nobody is around.

Or so he thought.

He has takes up the opportunity to walk around base during the late hours, sometimes to sit and take in his surroundings while trying his best to push any bad thoughts to the back of his mind whilst he stargazes.

Only to find that looking at the stars reminds him how far away he is from home, since when he looks up, none of the flickering dots are familiar, and another wave of sorrow hits him.

This would happen almost every nights, unless he needed to rest up for a mission.

One night he was doing the same, recalling both good and bad memories, when his audios picked up a quiet screech, like metal on metal, from behind somewhere.

While it may have just been the wind, Optimus knew he needed to be alert for any surprise attacks from the Decepticons, so he got up as quietly as he could and spent the next couple of minutes attempting to locate the source of the noise.

Another very similar noise had led him up to the roof, but at their point he still didn’t know if this was a threat or not, so he cautiously lifted his helm over, a servo hovering over his blaster.

What he didn’t expect was to spot your silhouette in the moonlight, sat on the edge, staring into space, a solemn look on your face.

He was taken aback slightly at this sudden sight of you, since you were normally so bubbly, and had managed to bring out a low chuckle in him every once in a while.

Relaxed that it wasn’t Ravage skulking around, he was still concerned about you.

He would sit next to you and spend the next hour or so speaking quietly with you, finding out and understanding why you seemed so down.

While he wouldn’t mind staying out here with you for the remainder of the night, you both knew Ratchet would scold you both for not recharging properly, so he took you down silently to your berth, and stayed by your side until you were in deep slumber, then return to his own berth.

This happened almost every night, just the both of you basking in each other’s presence and company, and pointing out Earth constellations into the early hours of the morning.

Enjoy :)

Oppy out.

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You Guys Are The Best - FFXV fanfic

Missing scene after the last campfire, you may cry. You’ve been warned.

“Well… what can I say? You guys… are the best,” Noct managed despite the lump in his throat. He’d really been prepared, or so he thought. This was it the last time they’d all be together like this. The tears stinging his eyes didn’t stop even as he ducked his head. Trying to catch up on a decade’s worth of emotions was impossible. The time they had together just wasn’t enough. Noct selfishly wanted more, no, he needed more.

The quiet sounds of Prompto sniffling drew his attention back to his friends. There had to be a way to get more time. However, looking around the fire he noted that there wasn’t a dry eye among them.  “Guys, you all crying isn’t helping!” he spluttered helplessly.

“Dude, you’re, you,” Prompto couldn’t even finish his sentence as he wiped more tears from his face.

“I’m what?” Noct challenged.

“Don’t make me say it out loud. This is hard enough as it is.”

“I’m doing what I can to save everyone.”

Prompto didn’t respond he only curled further into himself in his chair. Finally, after a minute he managed to speak. “I know that, but it still doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

Suddenly Noct was overcome with a wave of grief, not about what he was to do the next day, but over what he’d missed. The lack of knowledge on how his friends had handled the darkness was making him crazy. Wondering if they’d understand his need Noct broke the silence. “It won’t stop hurting,” Noct tried to ignore the desperate sound Prompto made but he still felt his eyes watering. Taking a deep breath he soldiered on. “I know what might help, though.”

“You not dying!” Prompto exclaimed as he bolted up out of the chair. “I can’t handle this right now. I know we need to be strong but this is so hard. Fuck. Dude, I’m gonna miss you so much!”

Crossing the short distance between them Noct engulfed Prompto in a hug. “I’m gonna miss you too.”

Ignis clearing his throat made Noct release Prompto and look over at his advisor. “I for one am curious about what might help you,” Ignis asked, his voice barely cracking.

Smiling at how Ignis always seemed to know how to keep them on track Noct sighed heavily. “Don’t laugh, but I wanna play truth or dare.”

“Is this really the time and place for such a game?” he countered.

“Yeah, I think it is. Especially when I don’t have all the details about what happened while I was gone. I need to know more, before I – before, um.”

“Are you playing as well or just acting as the referee?” Gladio asked.

“Ref, I want to hear from you guys. I need this, I think It’ll help me.”  A loud sniffle erupted from Prompto again when he finished talking. “We don’t have to, but I was kinda hoping doing something normal would make us all feel better.” The silence was deafening as he stood waiting, for anything really. The seriousness of the moment made Noct’s chest ache, he hoped his friends would understand his needs.

“I’m not going first,” Gladio uttered after a minute.

“Nor am I,” Ignis chirped. Noct almost thought he was mad but the man had a small smile on his lips.

“Wha? Did you all just gang up on me?” Prompto whined while plunking down in his chair again.

“So are we doing this? For real?” Noct asked a small spark of hope fluttering in his heart at the idea of getting more. His friends all nodded, though Prompto rolled his eyes before he agreed. “So, truth or dare Prompto?”

“Truth,” the blond spit out immediately.

“How long did you stay in one place for?” Noct quickly asked as he paced the campsite.

Prompto shrugged and reached up to scratch his neck, a tall tell sign that he was stalling. “It was hard to find a good place to live that I liked, so I sorta bounced a lot.”

“How long?” he tried again, wanting an exact answer.

“Um, I guess my stint on Ignis’ couch a few years back was the longest.”

“I’m not gonna get mad buddy, just tell me.”

“About eight months,” Prompto offered with a wince.

“Did you prefer it that way,” Noct asked softly.

Prompto simply nodded and smiled, “It helped to not get too attached to things or people.”

The revelation that his best friend was hurting enough to not find a permanent home took Noct’s breath away. Stumbling backward he fell into his own chair and held his head in his hands. That was why his sacrifice was so important. Noct wanted to give the people something to live for; they’d been in a world of ruin for long enough.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No! Don’t say that, don’t be sorry! That’s why I’m doing this right now I need to know these things. It’s helping, honestly, it is!” Noct offered.  

Gladio’s rough voice sounded a second later, “I’m not going second either.”

“Bastard,” Ignis mumbled under his breath, though it was loud enough that Gladio heard and smiled despite himself.  

“I suppose that means it’s your turn specs. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“I have a feeling this is going to be a running theme tonight.   However, you might wanna change that after I ask my question.” Noct watched as Ignis nodded his head in understanding before waving his hand for Noct to continue. “Do you regret anything about how you handled your blindness?”

Ignis furrowed his brow and tilted his head. “I don’t believe anyone has ever asked that question before. Regret is a funny thing Noct. Sometimes it’s not something you realize you have until much later. I guess I was angry more than anything at first, I’d failed you an--,”

“No! You didn’t fail me; we’ve been over this before. I will not go through all of this just for you to still think that!” Noct exclaimed.

“I may never get over that feeling Noct, but I do feel as though I’ve managed to come to terms with my situation. Unfortunately, I can also say I do regret a great number of things. I’ve had time to make amends for most of them but sometimes only time can heal certain wounds.”

Hearing Ignis’ words caused Noct physical pain, he couldn’t bear to hear about Ignis being upset with himself. The man had done so much and it just wasn’t fair. “Ignis you have to promise me that you’ll move on, I can’t be happy in the afterlife if I have any doubts about you being fucking happy!” he wailed.

Ignis got up out of his chair and went straight to him. Kneeling on the stone haven Ignis took off his visor, setting it aside, and reached out to hold Noct’s face. “I am so proud of you, I may regret some things in life but I will never regret being your friend and standing by your side. You know I’ll do anything you ask of me,” Ignis offered humbly.

Lunging forward Noct pulled Ignis into a bone-crushing hug. “I want you to be happy; don’t ever think you failed me. You’re my rock Ignis, don’t ever forget it.”

If Ignis had been holding back his tears he wasn’t anymore. They both sat locked in an embrace sobbing quietly. Eventually, Noct leaned back and held Ignis shoulders instead. “Thanks, Specs for making me a blubbering mess.”

“Happy to help, are you at least smiling now?”

Barking out a laugh Noct shook Ignis slightly, “Yes! Now, will you promise me you’ll be happy?”

“I can’t promise that I’ll be happy all the time Noct, but I will promise to try. Is that good enough?”

“It's gonna have to be, I’ll make sure Prompto and Gladio keep an eye on you.”

Ignis let out a huff of laughter at the comment and slowly got up. Noct couldn’t help but follow behind as his friend went back to his seat. Squeezing his knee as he sat back down Noct began pacing again. “Your turn,” he stated turning to face Gladio.

“Truth,” Gladio offered before he’d even asked.

“Will you be able to find a purpose in life beyond being a shield?” After I’m gone was left unsaid but Noct knew Gladio understood his meaning. With slumped shoulders, Gladio leaned forward in his chair but didn’t say anything.

“I’d like to think so but it’s not that easy princess.”

Noct shook his head at the nickname but found himself smiling. “You don’t have to protect anyone anymore, you can be your own person if you wanted.”

“I’m not sure I want that, I’ve spent my whole life learning to guide and protect you, and I’m getting fired tomorrow,” Gladio choked out.

“Hey, come on it can’t be that bad, no more missed training sessions or having to hear me bitch about stuff.”

“Maybe I liked dealing with all that.”

“You’ll still have to keep Prompto and Ignis in line.”

“Prompto isn’t late for training and Ignis can already kick my ass highness, er, sorry, majesty,” Gladio corrected.

Hearing the honorific made Noct tear up again. Gods he was such a mess today. “Clarus raised a good son, and daughter!” Noct added quickly. “I don’t want Iris to think I’m not impressed with her skills too. You both have served the crown well; I know that whatever choice you make after tomorrow will be the right one. You’ve taught me more than you’ll know Gladio. I know we had some rough patches but we survived.”

Before he could react Gladio was out of his chair and pulling him into a hug. Gladio didn’t sob like he was but he was feeling something, Noct could tell. Gladio pushed him back after a minute and looked down at him with a smile. “Six, I know you are gonna give 'em hell tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t do any of this without you all, I hope you guys know that.”

“I can’t do another round,” Prompto squeaked suddenly. “No more just truth, let’s just tell each other happy memories we have and leave it at that.”

“Hey those happy memories are truths too,” Gladio cut in.

“Okay sure, but seriously no more sad things I need happy right now.”

“Fine, fine I can agree to that,” Noct added, feeling somewhat lighter than he had been earlier. Making peace with his friends about what the future held was exactly what he needed.  Then it hit him, Noct hadn’t exactly told Prompto how he felt about his revelation. “Prompto, you need to promise me that you’ll find someplace or someone nice to settle down with.”

“Oi, I can’t promise that, it’s not that easy!”

“I know but at least try, for me?” Noct begged. “All of you, please be happy and do awesome things. I can’t stand the thought of you being lost without me. I meant what I said earlier, you’ll are the best.”

Noct was engulfed by his friends in a rather teary-eyed hug after that, each one clinging to him and not letting go. Standing in the center of their attentions Noct knew he had the strength now to carry on. He could do this and he would win. All his friends deserved this much. They’d all sacrificed so much and now it was his turn. Noct would bring back the light.