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braveclementine · 4 months

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Chapter 15

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 Rose and Grace in the Charms classroom exactly when I said I was going to. We worked on disarming a bit more. By the end of the lesson, they had both disarmed me and I was quite proud of them.

With our extra ten minutes, we worked on some other second-year spells and then called it quits since it was getting close to their curfew. With my two hours of curfew left, I visited Professor Snape's office.

He was grading tests in a bad temper and his expression didn't soften as I came in.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he threw another test onto the chair next to him.

"You haven't come to see me in three days." He said.

I pursed my lips to keep from smiling. "Sorry." I said, putting my arms across his shoulders and put my head on the top of his head, looking at the tests from behind. "Do you feel better now?"

"No." He said, sounding disgruntled. "I think-" He threw the rest of the tests onto the desk, "-you should come around front and sit on my lap."

I giggled and did just as he asked and pressed my lips to his. "You realize I'm a bit big for this?" I pointed out.

"No." He said stubbornly, kissing me. "You're only- to big- for sitting on- your dad's lap- not mine." He said between kisses.

I giggled again, kissing his cheek. "I suppose you're-" he cut off my words and then I managed to say "-right about that."

"Your hand looks better." He said when I finally stood up. I looked down at it. The scabs had healed so that they looked more like thin red scratches than scabbed over words.

"It doesn't look as extreme now." I said happily. "Oh," I said, less happily. "Professor Umbridge questioned me. But I didn't drink the tea so I never took the truth serum."

"Yes." he said stiffly, standing up. "She asked me for it and I couldn't refuse it."

"Could've given her a fake bottle." I pointed out.

"That's true, I'll do that next time." Severus said, moving a stack of papers off the desk. "Guess you should make my decisions for me."

"Sorry." I muttered, thinking he was mad. "I wasn't trying to-"

"I know." He interrupted, putting both hands on either side of my face, squishing my cheeks together. I stared up at him, pouting. "Stop pouting damnit." I didn't stop and he groaned. "You make my life so difficult Elizabeth."

"Life's difficult." I said simply and he glared at me, dropping his hands.

"So what are you going to do tonight?" He asked casually, turning his back to me. I looked at him. His black hair was swept perfectly so that I couldn't see his face when I answered.

"What do you want?" I asked softly.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I mean, I want you, obviously, but it's getting dangerous."

Then, I cocked my head and smiled, "You know what? I think I just got a great idea."

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"𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘." 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉, "Is the stupidest idea you've ever had."

I glared at him, closing Hagrid's cabin door behind him and going over and making sure the windows were sealed and locked and the curtains were placed over them. "Just don't turn on the lights." I said.

"Ouch!" Severus said as I heard him crash into something. "Bloody brilliant advice Elizabeth."

"Umbridge, Harry, Ron, and Hermione will come running." I said, reaching out and taking his hand and pulling him over to where Hagrid's large bed was. "Besides, no one is going to think to find us here."

"Still." Severus said, settling onto the bed next to me.

"Sev, just shut up and kiss me." I said, pressing my lips to his throat and felt his pulse quicken and heard his breathing stop for a second.

"Elizabeth. . ." He moaned. "You're not. . . we're not. . ."

I blushed and pulled away. "No, of course not! We're not married."

He pulled me back down to kiss me. "Just wanted to make sure so I didn't overstep my boundaries."

I laughed softly, curling into his side. "Hey Sev?"

"Yeah?" He asked, running his fingers up and down my arm.

"I love you."

It hung there in the air for a second. The last time I'd said I'd loved him was December of last year, nearly ten months ago. We hadn't even been dating yet. It had kind of slipped out of my mouth.

My heart thudded in my chest, waiting to see if he was going to say anything and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. Maybe if I fell asleep then in the morning I could just assume that he'd said it back.

But he had changed his demeanor suddenly. His tongue traced my lips and then he kissed me and it was very, very different. A French kiss- something we'd never down before. I could feel his tongue in my mouth, something I actually found rather attractive now that I'd actually done it. I had originally thought it might be repulsive. Now, I hoped we did it every time. My heart beat faster. I also felt very disoriented as he ran his tongue down to my throat and bit me.

"Oh!" I gasped. It wasn't a hard bite- in fact, it was very gentle and my cheeks grew red, knowing what was happening. But I didn't shy away. "Sev!" I gasped in shock.

"I think." He said lightly, running his tongue on my bottom lip. "I forgot to mention that I love you too."

"Something-" I gasped, trying to breathe, "something like that. . ."

He chuckled and rolled back onto his side of the bed, pulling me into him. I laid my head down on his chest.

"You're adorable you know." he murmured sleepily. "I swear I can hear your heart beating."

"Shut up." I muttered, pressing my face into his chest. He had such a unique smell like spices and herbs and the night and the forest all rolled into one. He put an arm around my shoulders, holding me there.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

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𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, he shook my awake.

"Wazitmazer?" I muttered.

"I don't speak whatever language you just spoke." He said, sounding amused. "But we have to go if you want to make it back up to the castle in time. I thought you were holding Quidditch practice today.

I sat up quickly. "Oh, that's right." I said, stretching. I swung my legs over the bed and slipped my shoes on. "We probably shouldn't go up together if Umbridge is looking." I turned into a cat. Then I sprung from the ground up onto his shoulder.

"Show off." He muttered. I batted him with my paw- claws in. He took me off his shoulder and held me in his arms, petting my head. I purred with content and he chuckled as he strode up the grass. He let me down in front of the Hufflepuff common room and then went down the hallway and nodded to me. I quickly checked the other corridor and then turned back into a human and went up to my dorm to get my Firebolt. (I had replaced my Nimbus with a Firebolt this year so that I was equal to Harry).

By ten o'clock, we were all out on the pitch, clutching our brooms and looking wide awake.

"Alright." I said, looking around at everyone. "Herbert, up in front of the goals, we're going to test you first. Zacharias- you first. We're going to act like the other two Chasers are down at the end of the pitch. Heidi, Malcolm, right now, your acting like the opposing team. Let's see how Zacharias does 1 v 2. Then we'll switch between the Chasers. I turned to our beaters. "James your on Zacharias' side, Maxine, opposite. We won't let out the snitch right now."

"Trying to get out of your job?" Zacharias asked.

"Shut up Zacharias." I snapped. Practice hadn't even started yet and I already regretted choosing him as Chaser. "I can't critique you guys if I'm busy looking for the Snitch. We'll do that later. Alright, everyone up."

Everyone flew up and I tossed the Quaffle up to Zacharias. "Alright! Start! I'm letting out the bludgers in two seconds!"

Zacharias started flying down to where Herbert was at. Heidi and Malcolm flew at him from two different directions- working with past Quidditch tactics. I let out the bludgers and James and Maxine swooped on the bludgers. Maxine hit her bludger towards Zacharias who did a good roll maneuver and then dodged Malcolm. Swerving around Heidi, Zacharias threw the Quaffle. Herbert dived for it and stopped it by an inch.

"Alright!" I shouted. "Heidi, you're up. Zacharias-" I ducked a bludger, "-you're on the team with Malcolm now!"

Herbert tossed the Quaffle to Heidi and she zoomed back to the other side of the pitch where Zacharias had started.

"Start!" I shouted, observing the plays. They each took turns. Herbert saved all but one which was good.

"Alright!" I said. "Good job Herbert! Now then," We flew back to the ground so we could talk. The bludgers would stay in the air. With a wave of my wand, the bludgers were zooming back to the ground and I locked them back in the trunk with the help of James.

"Alright so now, I want to give the Chasers a chance to score. Herbert, James, and I are going to be Chasers as well- on another team. Maxine, I want you to act as Keeper for now, alright? Herbert, James, and I aren't trying to score, only trying to get the Quaffle from Heidi, Malcolm, and Zacharias."

"Hey Elizabeth!" I heard someone shouting across the stadium. I looked over briefly and saw Lee, Fred, and George there. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were following. I gave a brief wave and then turned back to the team.

"Everyone understands what we're doing?" I asked, looking at all of them. They all nodded and then I said, "Alright, Maxine, up in the keepers spot. Heidi, Zacharias, Malcolm, I want you guys to start at the opposite end of the pitch, alright?"

I tossed the Quaffle at Heidi who caught it.

"You're okay playing in front of four Gryffindor Quidditch team members?" Zacharias asked incredulously.

I glared at him. "We shouldn't have to stop training because some people showed up. Would you ask the same question if the Slytherins showed up to watch?"

Zacharias shut his mouth and I beckoned to James and Herbert. Maxine was already flying in front of the hoops. I swooped up with the other two and then we did our flying tactics.

By the afternoon, we felt very pleased with our performance. If only I could change Zacharias' behavior.

"Now." I said in the locker room. "I am going to let you guys know that we aren't going to be able to get much practice in. The first match is Slytherin and Gryffindor and they're going to have the pitch booked nearly every night. Saturday afternoons are going to be our go-to times."

"Do you know who's going to win the match?" Zacharias asked.

I pursed my lips, "Why would I spoil it for you guys?"

"I heard the Gryffindor Keeper is rubbish." Zacharias said.

I pursed my lips together tighter. "Well-"

"Hem, hem!"

We all spun around to see Professor Umbridge there. My lips were so thin now they would've made Professor McGonagall proud.

"Can we help you?" I asked.

"I was just wondering what you thought you were doing Miss Kane, still being Quidditch Captain and all." She asked in her sugar sweet voice.

"I didn't realize it was any of your business." I said stiffly.

Professor Umbridge didn't answer right away and she looked at Heidi, Malcolm, and Herbert. "How did you become Quidditch Captain if there are others here that are older than you?"

I squeezed my fist tightly but answered as calmly as possible. "Cedric appointed me, before he went in to do the third task."

"You, instead of one of the more senior students?"

"We're proud to have her as our Captain." Heidi said suddenly. I blushed.

Professor Umbridge looked at her with that stupid smile on her face, "You're proud to have the daughter of a werewolf as your Quidditch Captain?"

"Yes." Malcolm said unexpectedly in his deep voice. He reminded me of Kingsley except he had a larger head of hair. "And we all like Professor Lupin too. Cedric appointed Elizabeth and she's our Captain now."

Professor Umbridge looked quite taken aback. Herbert, James, Maxine, and Zacharias looked from Professor Umbridge to the three of us. She turned to them. "And you guys?"

They all nodded, even Zacharias who I was sure would've said something. Her eyes flashed dangerously and said, "Detention tonight, Miss Kane."

"For what!" Heidi shouted outrageously.

"I've already warned her about her cheek."

Heidi opened her mouth and I stepped on her foot. "Doesn't matter, don't land yourself in detention too." Heidi closed her mouth. Malcolm and Herbert looked just as angry and when she left the locker room, they all turned to me.

"How does she get away with that?" Malcolm asked outrageously. Maxine shook her head and left the locker room. Herbert soon followed. The rest of us left in here were all in Dumbledore's Army.

"It's cause I told her it was none of business." I said, running a hand through my tangled hair. "Whatever, I'll just have my hand sliced open, but don't you guys land yourselves in detention defending me. It's not worth it. I'll see you guys later."

I shouldered my Firebolt and left the locker room. Fred, George, Lee, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were waiting for me some feet away.

"We saw Professor Umbridge leaving the locker room." Fred said. "What did she want?"

"Oh, that's right." I said. "I never told any of you about why she wouldn't put the Hufflepuff team back together."

I explained the whole thing as we headed back to the castle and by the time I was finished with the locker room story, they all looked very murderous except for maybe Ron.

"That's horrible." Hermione said, her eyes flashing. "I'm so glad Professor Sprout managed to get things pushed through for you."

"I'm not." I said glumly. "The next thing you'll know, she'll get put on probation just like Trelawney and it'll be all my fault."

The next two weeks passed wonderfully. I was still working with Rose and Grace on Wednesday and Friday. We had worked on Impediment jinxes and the Reductor Curse. I'd given Rose and Grace much easier (though hard for them) spells to work on.

The meetings had become very erratic but as Harry pointed out to all of us, this meant a pattern couldn't be found.

Hermione had me help her make contact Galleons, using the Protean Charm on them. It was a tricky charm but by the fourth meeting, we had them done.

Hermione explained what the Galleons did as I handed them out to each member. "You see the numerals around the edge of the coins? On real Galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on his coin, and because Elizabeth and I have put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his."

Silence greeted Hermione's words. She looked around as I came back to stand next to her and said nervously, "Well- I thought it was a good idea. I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But. . . well, if you don't want to use them. . ."

"You two can do Protean Charms?" Terry asked.

"Yes." Hermione said. I just shrugged and grinned.

"But that's. . . that's N.E.W.T. standard, that is." Terry said in a weak voice.

"Oh. Oh. . . well. . . yes, I suppose it is. . ." Hermione said, trying not to sound proud of herself. I laughed.

"How come you guys aren't in Ravenclaw?" Terry demanded. "With brains like yours?"

"Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting. But it decided on Gryffindor in the end." Hermione said brightly.

"The Sorting Hat was going to put my in Gryffindor, and then Slytherin and then Ravenclaw, and then decided on Hufflepuff." I said with a shrug.

"Does that mean we're using them?" Hermione asked.

"I already handed them out." I pointed out. Everyone laughed.

I'd had about five detentions of the past two weeks. Sometimes, my hand would start bleeding during class and by this time, a majority of the teachers and Madam Pomfrey knew what was written on the back of my hand. It was a wonder Dumbledore hadn't called me to his office.

I kept my head up though. I wasn't going to let Umbridge get to me. I wasn't going to let her stop me. I was in Dumbledore's Army. I was the daughter of a werewolf. I was a friend of a centaur. And she was never going to beat me down.

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noemilivv · 7 months

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hey! i love your stuff and think its pretty cool

just wondering if i could get a lucifer fic where the reader is like, adams sister? (lets ignore the lore for a sec) and shes like him but toned down a tad and less straight up bad. and they kinda date in heaven a bit before he falls and then shes sad and ends up falling aswell eventually and he gets all blushy flustered when he sees her again in charlies hotel and charlies just really confused

also maybe a quick flash to him mocking adam abt how he not only stole both his wives but also his sister

sorry if this is written badly i never send requests :>

this is actually rlly cute wtf

anyway, yes ofc i can write it for you, here you go!!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Sexual References (No Smut)

“Mr. Took-Yo-Sis!”

Lucifer x Adam’s Sister!Reader

Lucifer had his fair share of significant others in his life, but there was only one that he truly loved, Y/N.

They had a relationship during his time in Heaven, which was eventually cut short as he fell not long after.

Y/N’s brother, Adam, didn’t like Lucifer, in the slightest. Lucifer had been with two of Adam’s wives, and he was not happy about that.

Unbeknownst to Lucifer, his beloved, had fallen not long after he did. But that was about to change.

Charlie, your first friend in Hell, was getting her rehabilitation hotel set up for her fathers arrival, various decor was hung, and (burnt) cookies were baked.

Charlie stood next to the door before taking a deep breath, “Okay everyone.” She said, getting ready to open the door, “It’s showtime!”

“Charlie!” A man’s voice says, you couldn’t see him, but his voice rings a bell.

“Hey da-” The blonde man runs up to his daughter, and squeezes her tightly, you finally got a good look at his face and… holy shit, it’s Lucifer.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you!” He exclaimed in a babyish tone, yep, Lucifer. “It’s uh, good to see you too, dad!”

Luci let’s go of his daughter after a moment, Charlie steps to the side, presenting to her father “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” She says, as confetti pops out of two of Pentious’ non working canons.

“Wait…” Lucifer murmurs, before his eyes widen.

“Y/N?!”

You grin, ‘Fuck yes, he remembers me!’ You think to yourself.

“Hi again, Luci.” You say, a wide smile present on your face, as you approach him.

You both smile at eachother, before some incoherent, awkward mumbles are exchanged, ‘Shit, I did not think this through.’ You thought. Then both just settle on giving eachother an awkward but friendly hug.

“Uh… Dad?” Charlie said, focusing both of your attentions to her, “You know eachother?”

“Oh, me and dear Y/N here go way back, we used to fling around if ya know what I mean!” Luci said, pointing finger guns at his daughter awkwardly, as she gave an awkward yet also disturbed smile, as your face flushes a bright red.

Vaggie steps forward. “Wait. Y/N? Like the Adam’s sister Y/N?” She asks, eyeing you in shock, “Heh. Yeah. A lot has happened since I fell.” You say bashfully.

Everyone kinda stares for a moment, sort of in shock, they had no idea you had a relationship, let alone you fell from Heaven, let alone you were Adam’s sister.

“So uh…” Lucifer starts awkwardly. “Who’s up for pancakes?”

Bonus Scene -

“So this is what you’ve been up to since Eden? Gotta say, you’ve let yourself go.” Lucifer jokes, as Adam attempted to toss him around. “You judging me? You’re the most hated being in all of creation!” Adam says, flying after him.

“Well you’re first wife didn’t seem to hate what I had to offer her.” He said, putting a ‘V’ to his lips with his fingers. “Or the second.” He spoke, continuing to fly. “Or Hell, even your sister!” He said laughing, thrusting his hips back and forth, referring to what they’ve done in bed. “Bicka-chow-cho!”

“I will fucking end you!” You heard your brother scream to your (ex)boyfriend.

#hazbin hotel #x reader #mio’s writing ! ☆#fanfiction #x y/n #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #x you #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x you #lucifer magne #hazbin lucifer #lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar

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mechaknight-98 · 1 month

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Abysswalker (NSFW) FT Han Chowon

Author’s note: due to scheduling constraints and production issues today’s release has been changed. Enjoy my piece mail fic.

Part I

Donny walks in front of the quiet cafe looking at it with a skeptical look. "Devilish Love Cafe," he says to himself. he turns to his phone before calling Nayoung, "So Chowon will be at this Cafe?"

"Yep, she meets her mom here every weekend so you should find her pretty easily," Nayoung answers. Dino sighs and enters. the dim lights and Hazy aura of the place give him a headache.

the lady at the counter smiles and says, "Welcome to Devilish Love Cafe, My name is Maya how may I help you,"

Donny smiled, and said, "Oh good you speak English I am looking for Chowon." The lady looks surprised and says,

"You aren't her usual appointment,"

as she spoke Donny began to have a sinking suspicion as to what "Cafe" was "Oh I'll go then," Maya smiled then said "No she probably could squeeze you in after her usual. Have a seat and she'll be right with you."

Donny against his better judgment stayed. As he sat his flight fatigue caught up with him and he dozed off.

he had been fighting sleeping as he had been having the same dream. visions of a sunken city a broken loom and a sword that could undo fate and fact." he woke up when he heard Chowon's voice.

"Remember Mark I won't be here next weekend as my boyfriend comes in today," Mark nodded and Donny looked up to see Chowon in a shawl with nothing but her bra and panties underneath. Granted she looked fantastic in them but Donny's brain finally made the connection and he felt such a depth of rage that his aura shifted the temperature of the room by 5 degrees lower. Chowon turned to Donny, and her eyes widened as she smiled. Donny's heart softened but he was still pissed.

" Oh hi babe it's good to see you," Chowon said. Donny smiled but she knew it was forced. he was wearing a mask hiding how he felt.

"Hi Chowon," he said, another red flag went off in Chowon's mind as he liked using Cho-oh, or Cho Cho, as his preferred nickname, "I didn't know you worked here," he said Chowon was worried as she noticed the third red flag his voice was maniacally happy in its tone.

Chowon approached and said, "What's wrong babe." as she went to touch his face he stepped back and at that time Semiramis popped out of her appointment. She smiled having satisfied herself for another week. She saw her daughter was talking to some random black boy and she noticed the affection in her gaze and tilted her head.

"Uh Daughter who is that, and why are you so close to him I thought you were going to keep this strictly as food and business," Semiramis said

hearing that Donny heard everything he needed to hear and began to walk out. He could feel his rage rising and needed some space to cool off.

Chowon smiled and said, "Oh Mom this is Donny." Semiramis's eyes widened. She expected more from the one who stole her daughter's heart, not some random American.

"Wait him really, but he's so..." Semiramis chose her words carefully, "Ordinary" At this point Donny was so done with everything that he just moved a bit faster. Chowon noticed and said

"Wait Donny, where are you going." Donny turned back trying not to yell or scream and another red flag went off for Chowon. his eyes did that frustrated squint he does when he's not trying to get emotionally caught up.

"Oh, you've got a lot of stuff going on here. I'll see you later" Donny said

Chowon grabbed him with a tight grip before saying, "But babe since you're here we could have a little fun," Chowon noticed Donny wince at her touch before walking out of the building and she tried to follow him out the building She realized his disappeared. into the crowd, somehow despite him being so tall and standing out. at this point, Sana walks out bubbly having finished her meal.

"Ah, Chowon-ah did you feel that aura that was just in here? it smelled so good," Sana said. Chowon nodded befuddled trying to figure out what she did wrong.

Donny goes to a batting cage trying to cool off as he tries to process his feelings.

"I thought we agreed that she would only feed from me," Donny said to himself as he hit a ball. It flew far from his range.

his rage only flared more as he unconsciously began speaking in Irish Gaelic and some other esoteric language,

"I love her and this is how she repays me. I.. I... Fuck. How would she feel if I was cavorting around with other idols? I bet she wouldn't like it," Dino asserts to himself as he talks to himself he feels a calming presence approach him.

"I take it you weren't expecting that," Nezzar says to Donny as he continues to keep nailing these balls.

Donny breathes heavily and feels a little better, "No not at all." he says.

Nezzar nods as he watches then says, "You know maybe you should talk to her about your discomfort instead of beating up these balls." Donny sighs and says,

"Fine" Donny finishes up his round of cages before heading to his phone and returning Chowon’s call.

“Hey Donny what's up?” she asks. She's surprised to hear the clink of baseball bats hitting balls in the background.

“Can we talk?” Donny asks

Chowon replies with an emphatic “Yes!” before jumping excitedly

Chowon cooed when Donny finally returned her call. They agreed to meet at a regular cafe this time to talk. She arrived in his favorite outfit of hers hoping to have a good time with him. When she saw him she smiled and tapped her feet happily before running towards him. Donny opens his arm for an embrace and Chowon smiles as she gets close for a hug. When she has him in her clutches she smiles, before looking up at him.

His arms felt like home, and for a moment everything else washed away. Donny’s heart melted seeing Chowon so happy. She was practically glowing.

“I don't want you to work at the Devilish Love Cafe anymore.” Donny blurted out. Chowon looked up at him and with her big curious eyes she said

“Why? I don't want to starve and it's a good way for me to feed when you're not around.” Donny looks into her eyes and sees a need in them, and he breaks

“I’ll move out here. I don't want anyone else touching you like that. You're mine and mine alone.” he says. Chowon’s heart races as she stares into his eyes. She sees hurt but also such deep affection and care for her that she can't help but kiss him. This kiss is chaste but Chowon’s fingers aren't. Her hands run wild over Donny’s body Donny moans a little into their kiss which causes Chowon’s heart to race. She needs him not for food but because he's hers. She breaks the kiss and whispers in his ear. “Meet me in the bathroom,” Donny smiles at her but something tells him now is a good time to tell her why he’s upset.

“You're insatiable but I love you so much,” he says

Chowon smiles feeling the love and warmth radiate off of him.

“Oh no, I'm not feeding off of you I need you inside me. You're mine after all.” Donny’s heart races but he keeps a cool head.

“Maybe I should punish you. Since you're mine as well but you have been wandering.” his tone was firm but smooth. It made Chowon so wet. Her head was dizzy and her eyes focused on his lips

“What if I found another succubus to feed,” Donny asks

Chowon’s eyes went red and she growled, “No you are mine”

Donny gives her a perplexed look and it finally dawns on Chowon why Donny is so upset.

“Oh Babe I'm so sorry,” she says her tone full of remorse and desire. "Let me make it up to you?"

"Right now?" Donny asked surprised

"Right now! Come on follow me." Chowon said as she led Donny to the restroom.

As they enter the bathroom Chowon shows her appreciation of Donny with an extremely sloppy kiss. Chowon made sure to swap as much spit with Donny as possible because she recently learned that Succubus sweat, saliva, and slick are all aphrodisiacs. Her tongue would wrestle with Donny's as he tried to establish some kind of baseline but she was so overpowering in terms of presence, and Donny was okay with it. When Chowon felt him straining through his pants under her she knew it was time. She began to lower herself down and undid his pants while she put her hair in a ponytail. Donny's head was hazy as she did so, but he was so ready and horny for his sexy and powerful girlfriend.

she smiled when she saw his rod almost poke her eye out as she pulled it out of his jeans.

"oh, you're so hard for me." She cooed before taking him into her mouth. Chowon moaned as she covered his shaft in her spit. Donny groaned as his head swam filled with nothing but thoughts about Chowon. She bobbed along his shaft as she took him in and out of her warm wet mouth. She moaned watching Donny lose his mind. She luridly wrapped her tongue around his cock knowing he was close.

“Gonna cum for me?” Chowon asks with a seductive smile. Donny nods quietly before exploding inside her mouth Chowon smiles and Coes, “Good boy” Donny smiles and gives her a big hug

“God I've missed you silly sexy thing,” Donny said, and Chowon smiled.

After their little incursion, Donny and Chowon head back to Devil Love Cafe so Chowon can resign. Chowon followed Maya into the back to sign some paperwork to make it official. while he waited he was surprised when Sana came out from behind the back. When Sana smelled the aura from earlier she raced out not to miss it. when she spotted Donny her eyes went wide.

"Hey there cutie. What brings you here?" she asks seductively. Donny shorts circuit because while he is a fan of Twice and knew Sana was stunning in person it was a whole entirely new level.

"Um I am here with my girlfriend whom I love very much" he stuttered.

Sana smiled. She loved younger boys who flustered easily it was so easy to rile them up and have them wrapped around her finger. She approached Donny tilted her head and said,

"Oh so does that mean you and her are adventurous?" she asked with extra emphasis on the "Adventurous" and as Sana moved closer she let her hand graze the forearm of Donny getting a small taste of his aura, and she was hooked. he was so filling and tasty. He tasted like a home-cooked meal her mom or dad would make when she was a child. Donny on his part set aside his being starstruck and slipped away from Sana saying,

"No my girlfriend worked here," he said.

Sana's eyes widened, "She worked here...when she had you. Why... is she neglecting you? Because if she is I'll take care of you." at this point, Chowon walked back out and watched the girl pester Donny. she chuckles watching Donny squirm for a bit as she knows he loves Twice.

"No, she's not neglecting me...I think I have been neglecting her." Donny wonders

"Ooh how," Sana asked as she snuck another touch and taste of his aura. it was so comforting, but also so filling like she barely had two tastes and she was almost stuffed, which was a new and intoxicating feeling for Sana's nearly insatiable appetite.

“I am in the States and she's out here, but I'm going to try to be with her more.”

Sana smiles and says, “Then I believe a trade can be made. If you let me feed on your aura a tiny bit. I'll teach you a spell that will transport you to her.”

“I don't know I'm very adamant and choose about who I intimate with.”

“Oh, we don't have to be intimate I can feed off hugs and PDA like so.” Sana gave Donny a big hug and began to feed. She was surprised at how her charm powers almost bounced off of Donny but when he relaxed and fed her her eyes rolled into the back of her head. His taste was so calming so peaceful so reminiscent of her home that she was over but his aura was overwhelming like she couldn't faze him. When she finished feeding her mind grew hazy and she said,

“Oh you're dangerous,” she says unstable

“I fed from and got no feedback that you felt it. It wasn't until I was stuffed that I knew I was taking from you.”

Donny for his part isn't affected by her magic but by Sana’s sweat he looks around for Chowon and when he finds her he approaches her with an intense lust in his eyes. She sees it and feels his aura burning bright too brightly as she can see it causing discomfort in him “Chowon I need you,”

Donny says and Chowon nods. She takes him behind into an open room where she strips. She gently pushes the moaning Donny onto the bed. He writhed as she felt and watched his aura increase. She watched terrified as it burned away his humanity for a second and his body started transforming and transcending, but she quickly stopped that by hopping on his cock.

“Babe if you can hear me. Feed me the excess,” Chowon says and Donny nods before thrusting into her pussy and feeding her this excessive aura energy. It's so filling for Chowon but it's too much for her she can't take it all but she can't let Donny just burn away his humanity. So she lets him ravage her pussy. As he does his aura wavers as he mounts her. Chowon’s wet folds drip as he thrusts into her. Chowon moans In ecstasy as she feels the aura subside but the pleasure remains. Donny takes charge for a bit as he pulls out before switching positions. Chowon smiles as he rams his hips into her.

Chowon’s ass ripple deliciously to Donny as he fucks her. The clap of their flesh hypnotized him leaving him why he would ever leave her. Chowon moaned as Donny went deeper into her, her pussy tightening around his rod as she felt him throbbing. As he thrust she began to rut into him as well before whispering Cum in me. The combination of her body and voice sent Donny over the edge. His rod expelled his seed inside her as Chowon moaned reaching her peak.

After that, they got dressed and Sana was waiting with a pout. Did you do all that just to tease me?” she asked

“Um, no Donny,” said flatly. “My powers and Aura can go wild sometimes and I have to dump it,” he explained. Chowon turned to him. She didn't know this was happening multiple times

“Wait Donny what do you do all the other times it flares?”

“Meditation mostly,”

Chowon looks at Donny concerned. “Babe if this has happened a lot why didn't you tell me?”

“I figured it would resolve itself on its own or I could feed you,” Donny says happily. Chowon beams but then concern takes hold again. As they walk out of the lobby

“No, we should learn why this is happening so you can better control it.”

Maya speaks up after hearing this, “Um old magic runs through his veins along with outsider magic. You can't control that it typically is just a part of a person,” Chowon and Donny look at her as Donny does he feels another wave of desire for Chowon that he stuffs down deep. Chowon feels this desire radiate off of Donny and smiles happily.

Sana pouts watching their lovey-dovey act.

So she grabs Donny and says

“Okay here is how you perform the spell. You think about someone you have a deep Bond with and this movement (she does a small gesture) and Sana pops away. Donny and Chown watch dumbfounded. Then he does the move thinking about Chowon and pops right next to her. Chowon looks at Donny and smiles.

“Oh this changes things,” she says Donny laughs as they walk out of the cafe.

The two arrive back at Donny’s hotel and when he closes the door they are all over each other.

“Bend over,” Donny demanded Chowon who was soaked as she found herself awakening a new side to herself

“Yes Daddy” she moaned “Does Daddy want my pussy or my ass?”

“I need to reclaim your pussy as mine by filling you with cum and fucking your brains out so all you remember is my cock.”Chowon moaned at Donny taking charge and said

“Oh yes please Daddy!” Chown said to Donny looking at him with big eyes entrenched in Desire.

It was at that point Donny realized she was saying Daddy instead of Donny and hesitated for a moment. He wasn't much of a fan of it but he'd address it later. He had a succubus to tame and claim.

He stroked his rod to full mast before smacking her heavenly rear. He leaned over into Chowon’s ear and whispered, “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Cho Cho.” Chowon moaned as Donny used her favorite of his nicknames before arching into his body. Her deadly curves coiled around Donny. Donny wrapped his big hands around her breasts as he slowly pushed into her pussy. Chowon growled possessively feeling Donny’s rod enter her as a different but no less familiar feeling of filling her abdomen. She moaned as Donny’s cock filled her even halfway.

“Ah fuck Daddy, I've missed your cock too much,” she said in between ragged breaths and deep moans. To punish her however Donny rapidly pulls out of her sodden cunt, Chowon calls into Donny as her succubus nature rises.

“Don-Don please don't tease me. I need you inside me. Explode in me, please.” Chowon begs. Now that she was ready Donny happily plunged back into her. He was unprepared for how tight she was despite how soft and plush the rest of Chowon was. Her pussy hungrily engulfed him and it took all his willpower not to cum in her there but Chowon was not having it. She did a sexy move with her ass that caused her pussy to massage Donny in just the right way that made him cum like a faucet,

“Oh fuck Chowon wait fuck,” Donny growled as his body gave Chowon exactly what she wants and he couldn't stop it was like she flipped a switch in him that compelled him to pump as much cum into her as possible. Instead of his orgasm decreasing she temporarily made it so he would stack using her succubus powers.

This pure lust-filled carnal fuck fest made Chowon’s succubus traits come out of her hips ass and breasts swelled as if ovulating. Her tail and ram horns appeared. The former immediately rammed down Donny’s throat as a more concentrated form of her aphrodisiac found in the rest of her body fluids filled his mouth. It tasted like vanilla ice cream as she wantonly forced it in him. Both of their minds go blank from arousal.

Donny’s hands latch on to Chowon’s hips as he repeatedly digs into her cavern with his cock

“Oh fuck!” is all Chowon can say with how deep he goes in and out of her. As her tail uncoils from around Donny’s neck he pulls Chowon up by her hair and watches her breasts heave and bounce with every thrust. Chowon is overwhelmed but euphoric. Her pussy begins to mold itself to Donny’s cock as it would be the only cock for her from then on.

“How could I ever give this up?” she moaned.

“Why would I ever risk this thick, meaty, cock not being mine and mine alone?” She growled as she grinded into Donny as neared her peak. She moaned and spun around before locking eyes and lips with him. She pushed Donny back as she rolled her hips into his. When she felt him twitch she knew he was there. She let go of the knot in her stomach and began screaming as her orgasm took her over. Donny watched his beautiful girlfriend spasm and quiver for a few minutes even after he finished in her. His orgasm was less expressive but not less powerful as they both lay down on the king-size bed together. They cuddled and fell asleep for a bit in each other’s arms.

When they woke up again the night was calm, with only the faint hum of the city outside their window. Inside the dimly lit room, Donny and Chowon lay curled up together on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket. The warmth of her body pressed against him, and he found himself absentmindedly tracing circles on her horns. Chowon giggled at the sensation his touch was pleasant, careful but firm, and gave her a feeling she didn't know she could have an itch only he could scratch. It brought her closer to him, it made her wonder about him more so she asked a simple question.

Chowon nestled her head into his chest, sighing contentedly. "Donny," she murmured, her voice soft and curious, "you’ve told me a lot about your powers, but you never really said how you met Nezzar. How did it happen?"

Donny smiled, a mixture of nostalgia and fondness in his eyes. He tightened his arm around her and stared up at the ceiling as he began to recall the memory.

“It was a few years ago,” he started, his voice low and thoughtful. “I was going through a rough patch, feeling lost, like I didn’t know my place in the world. One day, I found myself wandering into this old, quiet park. A man was sitting at a weathered stone table, playing chess by himself. Something about him drew me in, so I walked over, and he invited me to play.”

Chowon lifted her head slightly, looking up at him with interest. “And that was Nezzar?”

“Yeah,” Donny nodded. “At the time, I didn’t know who he was. He looked just like an ordinary old man—gray hair, gentle smile, nothing special. But when I sat down across from him, there was this... aura, I guess, like he had seen and done things I couldn’t even begin to imagine.” Chowon smiled she assumed it was the same peaceful aura Donny held but avoided mentioning that for now and let him continue his story.

Donny paused, lost in the memory, and then continued. “We started playing, and I quickly realized he was incredibly good—like, no matter what move I made, he had an answer, a counter. It was like he was three steps ahead of me the whole time.”

Chowon smiled, imagining the scene. “Sounds intimidating.”

“It was,” Donny chuckled softly. “But it was also kind of... reassuring? Like he was teaching me something without saying a word. We played in silence for a while, until finally, he spoke up. He asked me what I thought was more important: winning or losing.”

Chowon shifted a little, settling more comfortably into his embrace. “What did you say?”

“I told him that winning is what matters,” Donny admitted. “I mean, that’s what I thought back then. But he just shook his head and said, ‘No, it’s not about winning or losing. It’s about maintaining balance. Every move you make should be in harmony with the game, not just an attempt to overpower your opponent.’”

Chowon’s eyes softened as she listened. “So, he was trying to teach you something deeper.”

Donny nodded. “Yeah. He explained that life is at times like a chess game—not just about dominating others or striving for victory, but about understanding the balance in every situation. He said that true strength comes from knowing when to push forward when to pull back when to act and when to wait. Everything in life, he said, should be about maintaining that balance.”

“Wise words,” Chowon whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

“They were,” Donny agreed, his tone reflective. “At the time, I didn’t fully understand it. But as the game went on, I started to see what he meant. Every piece on the board, every move I made, had consequences that rippled out. By the end of the game, I had lost, but I felt like I’d gained something much more important.”

Chowon looked up at him, her gaze filled with admiration. “That’s when you realized who he was?”

“Nope,” Donny said, his voice barely above a whisper. “As we packed up the board, he stood up, placed a hand on my shoulder, and said, ‘Remember, Donny, in all things, seek balance. Your path won’t be easy, but if you keep this in mind, you’ll find your way.’ Then he smiled, and as he walked away, I felt this overwhelming sense of calm and purpose, like everything was going to be okay.”

Chowon cuddled closer, resting her head against his chest. “That’s beautiful, Donny. It’s like he gave you a compass to navigate your life.”

“Kinda, it's been more of me as a grounding point. It's a perspective to help me see just beyond my situation and venture deeper into the world” Donny murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “He did. And every time things get tough, I think back to that day in the park, to that game of chess, and I remember his words. They’ve guided me ever since.”

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of Donny’s story lingering in the air. Chowon smiled to herself, feeling grateful for the wisdom that had shaped the man she loved.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” she whispered.

“Anytime, Cho Cho,” Donny replied softly. “Anytime.” the two spend the rest of the night cuddling, ordering takeout, and enjoying each other’s company until it eventually becomes time to sleep they first start out spooning but move through several positions until both are radically splayed the bed one per side but still connected b various touch points.

Later in the night as the two lovers are entangled Donny wakes up with a furious erection. He's so hard it's painful. It's then that he notices that Chowon has been dousing him with her aphrodisiac. He would come to find out this is how succubus scent marks their partners and preferred prey, but it also makes said partner or prey dangerously horny especially if it's been for a consistent period of longer than 4 hours. No matter what Donny did his erection wouldn't go down though. Thinking about his grandma, thinking about his oaths thinking about how to beat his friend in the fighting game he just bought. He looked over to Chowon and sighed. Silently he began stroking himself hoping not to bother her while he looked over her body, but It didn't help his body seethed against his mind.

“Take her!” “Take her now!” “She did this to you!” his body seemed to scream at him with its refusal to take off the edge.

Donny’s body pushed him to lift her hips and resting thighs on top of his before he lines his cock with her pussy. As he was about to make the plunge he hesitated.

“I shouldn't be doing this,” he thought. Chowon moaned and her eyes snapped open. She looked at Donny with wide but lustful eyes. She could see the conflict in his eyes but also could feel his overwhelming lust for her. She noticed that her tail had instinctively wrapped around his chest and was blasting him with her mating liquid. She smiled and then said,

“Oh did I give you too much I thought you could handle it.” Chowon teased knowing he needed the extra push Donny buried his cock in her cunt. His thrusts were erratic and frenzied as he was less concerned about their mutual pleasure. Chowon understood and spouted encouraging words “Come on big boy give it to me.” she moaned. Donny groaned as he came in here again. His dick finally calmed down enough to sleep again

After they relieved the tension they both went back to sleep, but for Donny it was anything but restful.

The night sky over Seoul was suffocating, with clouds thick like ink, smothering the moon and stars. Donny, a man in his late twenties with unkempt hair and hollow eyes, wandered through the dimly lit streets, lost in a daze. Ever since he was a child, he'd been plagued by dreams—visions of impossible cities under blackened seas, creatures with too many eyes, and a darkness that seemed to breathe.

But tonight was different. Tonight, the dreams had bled into reality.

He could feel it, like a pressure building in his skull, a voice not his whispering in a language that should not be spoken. The air around him hummed with malevolent energy, and as he passed by a storefront window, he saw his reflection twist, warping into something grotesque—tentacles writhing where his mouth should be.

Panicked, Donny stumbled into a narrow alleyway, clutching his head as the whispers grew louder, now a cacophony of voices. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath, his vision blurring until all he could see was darkness.

Then, the darkness moved.

A shape emerged from the void, colossal and incomprehensible. It was as if the universe itself had torn open, revealing a churning mass of writhing tendrils, each one pulsating with an ancient, terrible power. And at the center of it all, a pair of eyes—green as the deepest ocean trench—focused on him.

The drowned one who sleeps: Donjiro...

The voice boomed inside his mind, resonating with the force of a thousand thunderstorms. It was not merely heard; it was felt, vibrating through every cell in his body.

The drowned one who sleeps: You bear the mark of the one called Donny. Through him, the blood of the ancient ones flows within you. But you are weak, hiding from the truth that festers within your soul.

Donjiro trembled, his heart pounding so hard it felt as though it would burst from his chest. He tried to speak, but his voice failed him, choked by the overwhelming presence of the Old One.

The drowned one who sleeps: You cannot escape the destiny that binds you to the abyss. Your time of slumber is over. Rise, and become what you were always meant to be.

Images flashed before Donjiro's eyes—visions of destruction, of worlds crumbling into dust, of seas boiling and skies torn asunder. And at the center of it all stood a figure—a figure that was both him and not him, bathed in darkness, wielding the power of the Old Ones like a god.

The drowned one who sleeps: Your rise is inevitable. Through him, the Old Ones shall awaken. Do not resist, Donjiro. Embrace the darkness. Embrace your true self.

As the voice faded, the world around Donjiro began to shift, the walls of the alleyway melting away, revealing a vast, otherworldly landscape—an endless ocean beneath a sky filled with alien stars.

And in that moment, Donjiro knew he was no longer in Korea, but in a place far beyond the reach of time and space. A place where the Old Ones waited for their return.

With trembling hands, Donjiro reached out to the darkness, feeling its power surge through him, filling the void within his soul. He could feel Donny's presence, distant yet intertwined with his own. The connection was undeniable, and so was the call.

The drowned one who sleeps: Rise…

Donny’s eyes snapped open, glowing with an eerie ghostly teal light. He rose to his feet, no longer weak, but very much afraid he could feel the power of the Old Ones coursing through his veins, awakening the ancient blood within him.

He was no longer just Donny. He was something more—something greater.

And as he stood there, bathed in the light of alien stars, he knew that he would not resist. He would rise, as the voice had commanded. And through him, he would fulfill his destiny, whether he wished to or not.

The time of awakening had come. As he falls asleep again he has no dreams this time. Compared to Chowon who had pleasant dreams about going on cute little dates with Donny.

The next morning Donny wakes up to the sound of Chowon showering. A naughty thought runs through his mind that he throttles instantly he's already done enough to her plus she has a variety show that she needs to get ready for. She finishes up and gets ready to leave. On her way out she embraces Donny. She puts her hand on his chest and feels the thing inside him nestled comfortably. She smiles.

“Good, you have been taking care of yourself. I'm glad you're at peace with all of you,” she said as Donny nodded. They smiled and kissed as she left. A few minutes later Donny decides to get ready. As he does there's a knock on his door.

Donny opens the door to see a blade pointed at him he closes it then puts shorts on and Donny follows Susano outside the room.

“Dude, what the fuck is your problem?” Donny yells.

The storm god looks at Donny with furious confusion,

“What do you mean? My daughter who I just learned about is out cavorting with some random horny paladin…I thought Paladins were supposed to be pious, and chaste. Especially ones of Nezzar.”

Donny pinched the brow of his nose.

“Are you fucking serious? Please like, be for real right now.

“You dare boy. I find out I have a daughter and I go to find her only to learn that she is entangled with the world’s worst paladin who can't keep it in his pants,”

“Okay A.) I didn't take an oath of chastity my path is one of moderation and balance. I can still love and marry in my path the latter of which I'm fully planning on doing with Chowon. B.) she is half succubus.” Donny shifts his tone from yelling to a more relaxed explaining tone, “Minus yesterday everything we have done has almost all been initiated by her and letting her run the show.”

Susanoo scowls at Donny before saying, “And why should I trust you?”

Donny sighs and casts a zone of truth on himself.

“I am deeply in love with your daughter and I would like to marry her someday. She is smart, silly, and has one of the most sexy bodies I have ever seen in my life. I only want more than the best for her and hope I can deliver her the world and more,” Donny says to Susanoo.

Susanoo stares at Donny with a scorned look trying to get a read on him but can't so he does the next best thing. He peeks at his aura.

“You're a monster?” Susanoo says terrified at the horrid amalgamation of God, Fomorian, and old one present in the young Paladin’s aura.

“Well now you're just being mean,” Donny said.

Susanoo unsheathes his sword. Donny sighs and summons the bone spear he made from killing a sea monster some time ago.

The first thing Donny does is enhance the magic and blocks the first three swipes of Susanoo then parries the lunge before clocking him with the butt of the spear.

Susanoo shoots a lightning bolt at him that arches and bounces off of Donny who sighs as he's just over it all.

“Wait,” Donny yells. Susanoo stops

“Can we talk this out like gentlemen?” Susanoo looks at Donny surprised.

“You a Fomorian, dhi, outsider hybrid want to talk out our differences?”

Donny nodded which astounded Susanoo“But why?”

“Because you are (I assume) my girlfriend’s dad and I don't want to hurt you. I have a weapon that' beaten primordials, titans, gods, and time itself.

Susanoo looked at Donny suspiciously, “and how do you know she's my daughter?” he asked.

Donny rolls his eyes as he groans annoyed.

“Dude come on! She has your hair, your eyes, and your face. Although hers is a bit rounder and softer.” Donny answers. He resists barely the urge to say “She has her mom’s sexy body god damn!” but only barely.

Susanoo nods then pauses “Okay let's talk.” he says as he sheaths his sword. Donny gives a thumbs up and then Susanoo asks him the following.

“Did my daughter ever mention me?” Donny nods as he recalls the story.

“The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft, silvery glow through the curtains of Donny’s apartment. We were lying in bed, the warmth of our bodies entwined under the covers. The room was quiet except for the distant hum of the city and the steady rhythm of their breathing. My arm was draped around Chowon, my fingers gently tracing patterns on her back, as we lay in a comfortable silence.

Chowon stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting. After a moment, she sighed, breaking the quiet. "Can I tell you something, Donny?"

"Of course," I replied, my voice soft and reassuring at least I hope so. "You can tell me anything."

Chowon hesitated, searching for the right words. She had never spoken about this before, but with Donny, she felt safe—like she could finally let down the walls she had built around her heart.

"My mother... she was an elder succubus," Chowon began, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and bitterness. "She was powerful, beautiful, and knew exactly how to use her nature to get what she wanted. She always told me that love was just a tool—a means to an end. To her, relationships were transactions. She believed that our nature, as succubi, gave us the upper hand and that we should never let our guard down, never get too attached."

Confused I asked Chowon before she could continue he asked, “Um Cho Cho what is an elder succubus?”

“An elder Succubus is the equivalent of a goddess of lust they have risen from the smallest demon rank to the highest demon rank and can go toe with toe minor gods, and some major ones,”

With that explanation, I gave her the space to continue. I listened intently, my hands gently rubbing her back in silent support.

"She used to say that love makes you weak," Chowon continued, her voice growing quieter. "She'd tell me stories about how she could have any man she wanted, make them fall at her feet, and then discard them like they were nothing. But she also told me that letting someone in—really letting them in—was dangerous, because it meant giving them the power to hurt you."

Chowon paused, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I used to admire her strength, the way she could just walk away from anyone, never look back. But as I got older, I started to see the cracks in her armor. She was cold, distant... and she was lonely, even though she'd never admit it."

My heart ached for her. "What happened with your father?" I asked gently, sensing that this was a wound that still hadn't fully healed.

Chowon swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. "He loved her, I think, in his own way. But my mother... she pushed him away. She used her nature as a shield, an excuse to keep him at arm's length. Whenever things got too real, too close, she'd retreat behind that wall of hers. She'd tell him that she wasn't capable of love, that it wasn't in her nature. And eventually, he just... left."

The tears that Chowon had been holding back finally spilled over, and she turned her face into my chest, seeking comfort in my embrace. "He left, and she acted like it didn't matter. Like it was just another transaction that had run its course. But I could see it, Donny. I could see how much it hurt her. And that hurt her more because she had spent so long convincing herself that she didn't care."

I tightened my hold on her, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. "I'm so sorry, Cho Cho," I whispered. "No one should have to go through that, especially not as a child."

Chowon sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I grew up thinking that was how love worked—that it was something to be controlled, manipulated, and discarded when it no longer served you. But when I met you... everything changed. You showed me that love doesn't have to be like that. It doesn't have to be a weapon or a weakness."

I gently tilted her chin up so she was looking into my eyes. "Love is about trust, about letting yourself be vulnerable, even when it’s scary. It's about being there for each other, no matter what."

Chowon nodded, her eyes searching mine. "I want to be that for you, Donny. I don’t want to be like my mother—cold, distant, always running away. I want to love you the way you deserve to be loved. But... I’m scared. What if I end up like her? What if I push you away, too?"

I shook my head, my expression firm but full of love. "You’re not your mother, Chowon. You have the power to choose your own path, to break the cycle. And I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out together, okay? No matter what, I’m here for you."

Chowon let out a shaky breath, feeling a weight lift from her chest. "Thank you, Donny. I don't know what I’d do without you."

"You don’t have to find out. You won't have to find out," I replied softly, pulling her close. "We’re in this together, Cho Cho. Always."

As Donny finished his story Susanoo noticed that he held a certain guardedness to him, around the point when Chowon said “I don't want to be like my mom.”

“She's slipped off the handle hasn't she,” Susanoo asks.

Donny nods but counters, “She was always going to. As soon as I wasn't with her consistently there was always the chance that she would veer, but I can't hate her for it because she's dealing with so much.”

Susanoo laughs, “You're a better man than me then.”

Donny chucked and responded, “I am not a better man than you. You had it right I am a monster, but not because of the thing swirling inside me. That can be removed and excised. What makes me trouble, what makes me the monster wholly and truly is how far I'll go for victory.”

The words spoken held an uncomfortable weight to them. Susanoo noticed this and said, “Well then you're perfect to take care of my daughter.” and with that, he disappeared. (he was going to watch Chowon’s variety show)

Donny nodded and finished getting ready before getting breakfast. As he was going to sit down a man with pale sunken eyes stared at him and took the seat across from him

“Donjiro Montaigne Bernard right?” the gaunt man says. Donny turns to the guy and stares into his gaunt eyes.

“Perfect well I believe our transaction is simple. You have something that belongs to me and I want it back.”

Donny had some idea and said, “Look boss I'm not giving up a part of my soul or Chowon up without a fight. Metaphorically for the latter literally for the former.”

The pale man’s eyes narrowed, “I want none of those things. I just want Excelsior.” Donny’s eyes widened

“Oh okay here you go,” Donny said as he handed over the charm. The pale man looked at Donny confused

“Really no fight?” he asked and Donny nodded. Before getting up to grab his food. He left to go meet Chowon who was finishing up her show.

Donny strides through the dimly lit streets, his thoughts focused on seeing Chowon. The city hums around him, but the anticipation of her performance is all that occupies his mind. Suddenly, he senses a shift in the air—an otherworldly presence that stops him dead in his tracks. Before he can react, Semiramis materializes before him, her beauty both ethereal and menacing.

“Donny,” she says, her voice like velvet, dripping with contempt. “We need to talk.”

He narrows his eyes, trying to gauge her intentions. “I’m on my way to see Chowon. Whatever you want to say can wait.”

“I insist,” Semiramis counters, her tone brooking no argument. She gestures to a nearby bench, the command in her voice leaving no room for refusal. “Sit.”

Reluctantly, Donny complies, though every fiber of his being itches to keep moving. He feels the weight of her gaze, cold and penetrating as if she’s dissecting his very soul.

“You're protective of her. That's good,” Semiramis begins, circling him like a predator. “But protection isn't enough. Tell me, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Donny meets her eyes, steeling himself. “I love her. I want to be with her, to build a life together.”

Semiramis lets out a low, mocking laugh. “Love. Such a fragile, fleeting thing. Do you think love is enough to keep her safe? To keep you safe?”

He doesn’t flinch. “It’s a start.”

Her expression hardens, and she steps closer, her presence overwhelming. “You really believe you're the man for her? Let’s review, shall we? Let’s talk about your so-called ‘noble’ intentions.”

Donny’s fists clench, but he remains silent.

Semiramis begins to circle him again, her voice laced with venom. “First, there was the skirmish with the rogue god, wasn't there? You had the chance to de-escalate, to talk him down. Instead, you chose violence—brutal, unnecessary violence—because you craved the thrill of battle, the rush of victory. You didn’t care about the lives at stake, just the glory. In the end, hundreds died for your battle lust to be satiated”

Donny's jaw tightens, barely able to contain the itch rising in the back of his skull. Semiramis smiles she can see the “Apex of Destruction” rising from his psyche. She just needed to push a little more

“Then there was that incident in the Underworld,” she continues, her eyes narrowing. “A delicate situation that required tact, diplomacy. But no, you couldn’t resist the temptation to flex your power, to show everyone just how strong you were. And what happened? A dozen souls lost because you couldn’t control your impulses.”

He grips the edge of the bench, his knuckles white. His hands start to tear and rip the metal as he tries to conjure some level of peace in his mind

“And let’s not forget the battle with the warlock, what was his name again? Oh right Damian,” Semiramis says, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You had him cornered, defeated. All he wanted was mercy. But no, that wasn't enough for you. You had to destroy him completely, to ensure no one would ever doubt your superiority. Ruthlessness at its finest.”

Donny loses it at this insinuation.

“How dare you bring him into this. He was killing people for fun how dare you say I wasn't justified in putting him down He was a rabid dog that needed to be put down!” Dony yelled and Semiramis smiled. There was the anger the righteous fury she had been told of. It all lies beneath the facade of kindness and goofiness.

Semiramis leans in, her face inches from his. Her voice is oddly seductive as if trying to push him into violence, “Personally I love a man who does what needs to be done but you. You take perverse glee in winning. You see this as some sort of contest that you must win, and you'll do anything to win won't you? So you play the role of conflicted paladin but I see what you really are. You think the problem is the monster inside you, don’t you? That’s what you tell yourself. But I see the truth. The monster isn't the problem. It’s your human heart, your insatiable thirst for praise, for glory, for conquest. You’ll do anything to win, no matter the cost, no matter who you hurt.”

He meets her gaze, defiance burning in his eyes. “You don’t know me.”

“Oh, but I do,” she retorts, her smile cruel. “You’re ruthless, Donny. Driven by your need to be the best, to stand above everyone else. You have as much disdain for others as I do and you're not even a god or elder succubus. That's why people hate you. That's why you are “compelled to violence” because the little boy is sad he's all alone with no one to care for him. it will destroy you. I won't let it destroy Chowon.”

He swallows, fighting the anger rising within him. She’s trying to provoke him, to push him to the edge. But he won’t give her the satisfaction.

“You think I don’t know my flaws?” he says, his voice low but steady. “You think I haven’t struggled with them every day of my life? I won’t let my desire for power hurt Chowon.”

Semiramis’s eyes flash with a mix of surprise and disdain. “You really believe that? You really believe you can change?”

“No, but I can be better I can tune my worst traits to be positive ones,” Donny replies, his resolve unshaken. “And I won’t stop until I’m the man she deserves.”

Semiramis straightens, her expression unreadable. For a moment, there’s silence between them, the tension thick in the air. Then, she speaks, her voice softer but still laced with warning.

“Perhaps,” she admits, almost grudgingly. “But if you ever hurt her, if you ever let that darkness inside you take over… I will make you regret it. And that’s not a threat, Donny. That’s a promise. Plus you won't just be dealing with me you'll be dealing with all of my forces and Chowon, and may I inform you that she is stronger than me right now.”

With that, she turns and disappears into the shadows, leaving Donny alone on the bench, his heart pounding but his resolve stronger than ever. He knows the road ahead won’t be easy, but for Chowon, he’ll walk it, no matter the cost.

Donny sits alone on the bench, the echo of Semiramis’s words still ringing in his ears. The alley is silent, save for the distant hum of the city. But inside his head, the storm is brewing. Her accusations, her taunts, they’ve stirred something deep within him—a conflict he’s fought to suppress for years.

He closes his eyes, trying to push them down, to focus on seeing Chowon. Instead, he’s dragged back into a memory he’d rather forget—a memory from his early days as a paladin of Nezzar.

The scene shifts to an ancient, crumbling temple, bathed in the dim light of a setting sun. Blood stains the ground, and the stench of death hangs heavy in the air. Donny stands over the lifeless body of the warlock, his chest heaving from exertion. His greatsword is still dripping with blood.

Nezzar, the god of justice, looms over him, his presence stern and disapproving. The divine being’s gaze is piercing, his voice like thunder.

“Why, Donny?” Nezzar’s voice is filled with disappointment. “He was defeated, beaten. You didn’t need to kill him.”

Donny’s face is emotionless, his eyes cold. He stares down at the warlock’s body with a detached indifference. “He’d just come back again to hurt us later. It was a matter of time. Better to end it here, now, and ensure he can never harm anyone again.”

Nezzar’s expression hardens. “That’s not for you to decide. You are a paladin of justice, not an executioner. Your role is to protect, to uphold the law—not to revel in bloodshed.”

But Donny feels nothing but a chilling and comforting sense of satisfaction. He had won, had eliminated a threat. That was all that mattered. “He was a danger. I stopped him. That’s justice.”

Nezzar shakes his head, his disappointment deepening. “This isn’t justice, Donjiro. It’s ruthlessness. It’s a path that will only lead to darkness. Remember why you became a paladin. Remember the ideals you swore to uphold.”

Donny doesn’t respond. He knows he should feel guilt, or at least regret, but all he feels is the comforting sense of this victory and vindication. All he could think was that he did what was Necessary.

The memory slams into Donny with the force of a tidal wave, knocking the breath from his lungs. He gasps, his hands trembling as he grips the bench. The itch, the violent urge that he’s fought to control, begins to crawl up his spine, whispering promises of power, of control, of victory. His aura changes from the warm and kind Magenta to the cold and abyssal eldritch teal.

His heart pounds in his chest, the blood roaring in his ears. Inside his head, a song begins to play—a relentless, pounding rhythm that only amplifies the desire for violence.

“Rent-free living in your head! rip they commented”

“I felt it when they said. They'll only ever love you if you're seeing red…”

His breath quickens, his vision blurring as the world around him starts to distort. The itch in his brain intensifies, and before he realizes what’s happening, his hand moves instinctively, reaching out.

Reality warps around him, and in his hand, a great sword of ostentatious cruelly beautiful design begins to materialize, its dark, twisted form reflecting his inner turmoil. The air around it ripples, reality-bending to the manifestation of his violent desires. The blade hums with a malevolent energy, feeding off his need for control, for dominance, for blood.

The urge to swing it, to let loose the pent-up rage and frustration, is almost overwhelming. But somewhere, deep inside, a voice—soft and gentle—calls out to him.

“It's okay,” Chowon reassured him

The thought of her pierces through the haze, cutting through the violent urges that threaten to consume him. He pictures her smile, her warmth, her unwavering belief in him. The weight of the sword in his hand grows heavier, more burdensome, as the memory of her grounds him, and pulls him back from the edge.

“She needs me.” he thinks

He forces himself to breathe, to focus on her, on the reason he’s here. Slowly, the song in his head begins to fade, replaced by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The sword, once a terrifying manifestation of his darker impulses, starts to dissolve, its energy dissipating as his will overcomes his desire for violence.

Donny exhales, the tension in his body easing. The reality around him stabilizes, the alley returning to its normal, mundane state. He stands, shaky but determined, and begins to walk again, this time with a clear mind and a focused heart.

He arrives at the variety show mostly back to normal. Chowon smiles when she sees him in the crowd. She notices this swirling intensity at the edge of his aura but to her, it's oddly comforting despite its violent intensity.

Her group is about to perform and (she won't admit this but it's true) having him there filled her confidence.

After the show, Chowon felt immense pressure and heat in her womb. She wasn't hungry yet as she was still full from feeding off of Donny earlier no this was a different feeling.

Chowon slips away from the bustling backstage area, her body trembling with an unfamiliar, intense heat. The sensation is unlike anything she’s experienced before, more overwhelming than the typical hunger she felt on occasion. She hurries into a secluded restroom, locking the door behind her. The heat is growing, not subsiding, and she can feel something powerful building within her.

She grips the sink, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the pressure in her womb intensifies, spreading through her body like wildfire. Her thoughts drift to Donny, the one person who grounds her, who makes her feel safe even amid this overwhelming transformation. She closes her eyes, focusing on him, on the calm he brings her.

As she concentrates on Donny, her magic, driven by her intense need, reaches out for him. In an instant, Donny is pulled from where he was sitting in the audience and teleported into the restroom with her. He blinks in surprise, taking in the sight of Chowon, her face flushed, her body trembling with the force of the change she’s undergoing.

“Chowon?” he asks, concern etched on his features as he steps closer.

“I… I didn’t mean to—” she begins, but her words are cut off as a sharp, intense sensation shoots through her lower back. She gasps, clutching at her sides as she feels something begins to emerge from just above her waistline.

Donny watches in awe as a pair of sleek, dark wings slowly unfurl from just above her hips, their appearance a physical manifestation of her full succubus maturity. The wings stretch out, curling slightly as they adjust to their new form. Despite the intensity of the transformation, her clothes remain intact, the wings sprouting from a place that avoids tearing through fabric.

Chowon’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she adjusts to the new weight and sensation of her wings. She glances at Donny, who’s kneeling beside her now, his hand gently resting on her arm in a comforting gesture. That’s when she notices something on his left shoulder—a tattoo she hadn’t seen before, shaped like the Sultai rune.

She touches the tattoo lightly, curiosity mingling with the residual heat of her transformation. “What does this mean to you?” she asks, her voice soft but filled with genuine interest.

Donny looks down at the tattoo, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “It’s from a game I like to play, Magic: The Gathering. The Sultai brood—there is a clan of people guided by power, ambition, and ambition. It’s a reminder that even my worst traits can be funneled and focused to help others, to protect the people I care about.”

Chowon nods, the warmth of his words soothing the lingering discomfort of her transformation. She feels a deep connection to him in this moment, not just because of the magic that brought him to her, but because he understands the struggle to reconcile power with purpose.

Donny’s hand squeezes hers gently, grounding her further. “We’ll figure this out together,” he assures her, his voice steady. “You’re not alone in this.”

With his presence calming her, Chowon takes a deep breath, her new wings settling against her back. The transformation is complete. She looks at him as the feeling in her womb curdled into lust. She needed Donny now. She needed to claim him as hers now once and forever. She lowered her pants and her panties as they clung to her wide hips she lifted her top so she could release her breasts enough to breathe.

Donny can't control himself as he fishes his cock out to fuck Chowon again. His cock penetrates her and something changes between them. Their souls connect. They link and they see each other for the first time. Their hearts also connect beating as one.

Chowon moans as Donny bottoms out inside of her completing the pair bonding ritual.

Donny feels his desire for her rise up as he slowly pulls out halfway before slamming his hips back in.

“God you're body is so sinful Cho Cho. I just want to take you away and make you my breeding sow. I just wanna spend all day keeping you safe and full of my kids. I wanna see your belly swell with the life we created and will guide.” Chowon moans as Donny’s cock and words hit her straight in her core.

“Oh fuck do you mean it?” she questions and Donny roughly palms her hips and ass before pounding her pussy.

“Please make me your breeding cow. I'll be good I swear. All this idol stuff I hate it. The people making assumptions about me cause of how I look. The comments about my weight. The lack of support from my company. Please just take me away and take care of me,” Chowon says as unspoken desires rise to the surface. Donny stops for a moment. He stares into her eyes and sees tears.

“Wait Cho, Cho what's going on?” Donny says as he retreats from her. Chowon begins sobbing in his arms.

“It's so hard being an idol. I work so hard. Everyone is so mean and I just can’t take it anymore. The diets, the comments, it’s all too much.” She says. Donny nods and then asks.

“How much longer till you can leave?”

“Six years.”

“Well, then what’s six years to the rest of our lives?” Chowon smiles at Donny’s words as she leans into his shoulder.

“Okay let’s get you back to your friends,” Donny said as he helped her up. Chowon smiled as she walked in front of him he slapped her ass and she looked back shocked.

“Now don’t start something you can’t finish,” Chowon said.

“Oh don’t worry,” Donny said with a malicious smile. “We will be finishing this later,” he adds

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #chowon smut #lightsum chowon

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sailtomarina · 23 days

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Written for Day 1 - Obliviate - of @dhrmonth, Chapter 1 of Hermione Memoria is available to read on AO3!

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The first time it happened, she was at a football field.

She’d been invited by some friends to their daughter’s first home game. Hermione wasn’t usually one for sports, never had been growing up, but she’d been swept up into the excitement the longer she stayed. The book she’d brought sat forgotten in her bag.

The parents had rushed down to the field to congratulate their kid on her win, Hermione lingering behind to give the family their space. Standing on the pitch, clumps of dirt kicked up from the action, she was struck with an intense, verdant perfume. Instead of rectangular goals and painted lines, she envisioned towering hoops and blurry figures dashing across the sky at impossible speeds.

As suddenly as the images appeared, they vanished. She shook her head, blinking rapidly.

How odd.

The second time it happened, Hermione was walking through a trendy neighbourhood with a bag full of books slung over one shoulder. She’d stumbled across the area by chance, as she did from time to time, and explored the odd little shops full of even odder baubles. The people here dressed differently, too, with cloaks of all cuts and colours. She even considered picking one up for herself in a lovely shade of light purple, but changed her mind at the last second. Where would she even wear it?

She’d caught a melody in the air, a familiar warble she couldn’t place. It pulled her forward and down the street until she stood in front of a small music store.

“Who is that?” she asked the man behind the counter.

He looked at her with a bored expression. “I must be getting old if you don’t recognise Celestina Warbeck.”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t say that,” she hurried to assure him. “I’m terrible with artist names, song titles. I just thought it sounded familiar.”

When she went home later that evening, she couldn’t find any music by one Celestina Warbeck, but maybe she’d misspelt the name, or misheard him.

The third instance occurred when she was feeling particularly vulnerable. It wasn’t often that none of her usual passions caught her interest. She was generally a happy person. But, there were those rare moments, like now, that staring at her bookshelf elicited none of the usual joyful anticipation, drinking coffee failed to satisfy the odd ache in her chest, and waking up from a nap only resulted in a greater headache than she had before lying down.

Her footsteps led her out the front door. If solitude didn’t work, then maybe the company of strangers would snap her out of whatever funk this was.

She paused in front of her favourite pottery shop. It had been some time since she’d last perused their wares, and it was her firm belief that one could never own enough mugs.

“Hermione?”

The voice lilted pleasantly on the ear, not-quite British, but close. Scottish, perhaps? The woman to whom it belonged stared at her wide-eyed, like she’d seen a ghost. A pang of unease pulsed through Hermoine at the familiarity of that look and use of her name. This woman obviously recognised her, but she couldn’t say the same.

“Yes? Do I know you?”

She carefully took in straight, black hair that shone like silk and almond-shaped eyes in a lovely chocolate brown. Those eyes fluttered across Hermione’s figure.

“It’s Cho, from school. Don’t you recognise me?”

Hermione strained to remember her classmates. Her English boarding school days had been idyllic, but she hadn’t thought back to that part of her life in some time. Images and snippets of conversation flitted rapidly by, but not once did she pick out Cho. “I’m sorry, I really don’t. I didn’t really maintain any connections from Wycombe. I’m flattered you remember me, though!”

Cho jerked her head back, like she’d heard something upsetting. Her back, too, stiffened. “Wycombe,” she repeated.

Hermione thought she must have missed something. “Yes…you said you knew me from school, didn’t you? Or were you referring to Oxford?”

The woman looked Hermione over once more, eyes narrowing, lips twisting.

What is her problem?

She finally seemed to make up her mind as she sighed, her dark eyes now softened into an expression Hermione wasn’t sure how to read. “No, you were right. I’m just surprised you don’t remember, is all.”

Hermione felt terrible. She knew her memory was spotty from time to time, but to forget someone who obviously knew her seemed particularly egregious. At the same time, a small part of her resented the woman for her own growing guilt. Maybe there was a good reason why Hermione had forgotten all about her.

As if reading the change in the air, Cho stepped back with a tight smile.

“It was nice seeing you again, Hermione. I’ll let you get on your way.” She left before Hermione could think of how to respond.

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When he got the message, Draco could only sit and stare blankly at the words.

Hermione was alive.

Harry’s letter didn’t say much, but he did extend an invite to join him on his trip as long as Draco could control himself.

His jaw clenched at the reproach. Control, as if Draco were incapable of subtlety. As if he hadn’t torn the country apart trying to find her, to search for any clue as to where she might have gone and why. There’d been no warning beforehand. One day, she kissed him like she always did before heading to work, and then the next, she was gone.

At first he’d been convinced someone had abducted her. Hermione had no shortage of enemies from both before and after the war. There were still inmates in Azkaban who cursed her name and promised to make her pay the moment they escaped. Then there were the remaining blood purists who publicly decried her rising popularity as an activist and politician.

Someone else had done this. He was sure of it.

But the longer he looked for answers and the more people he talked to, the greater the voice that demanded she’d up and left of her own volition fought to be heard. And who could blame her? The Ministry continued to fight progress, and her relationship with Draco inspired countless articles that described her as a hypocrite.

“Try not to be obvious. We’ll see how she reacts before saying anything,” Harry said, fixing Draco with a stern look.

He scoffed, annoyed the man thought him so incapable. “Tell yourself that.”

Harry hummed, though his eyes betrayed his scepticism.

Their portkey landed them just around the corner from the pottery shop where she’d been sighted. According to Cho, Hermione was completely ignorant of her magic. There’d been no wand in sight, none of the telltale markers of a witch, nor the wariness someone who’d gone through a war as she had would have at meeting a seeming stranger.

Chances were low that she’d make a reappearance at the same location, but they stationed themselves in a cafe along the same route. It was the sort of spot Hermione of the past would have adored–all brick exterior, hand-carved tables, overstuffed chairs, and earthen mugs big enough to require two hands.

They sat by the window, but at the far end so they could watch both the street and entrance without being immediately noticed.

They didn’t have to wait long.

Draco noticed her first. That in itself was expected–he used to be tuned in to every move she made. The slightest change of expression, the emotion in a single sigh.

He nudged his partner, and they watched as the curly-haired woman they both loved pulled the door open and walked up to chat with the employee like she’d been here a million times before. She probably had.

The moment she made her order, she turned to find a seat. Draco tensed as her eyes scanned the room. She used to pick him out of a crowd like an invisible string connected their souls, though she’d always joked there was no way he could hide his head of hair when he pointed out the skill.

Unseeing eyes passed over them before she chose a seat only two away from theirs, and Draco felt despair all over again.

She hadn’t recognised them.

She didn’t know him.

Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Cho Chang Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not Beta Read, Obliviate | Memory Charm (Harry Potter), Mystery, Suspense, Eventual Romance, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, Confused Hermione Granger, Pining Draco Malfoy, Protective Draco Malfoy Summary:

Hermione leads a happy life, one full of friends, books, and all the unique coffee mugs she can find. There are moments, however, where she's struck by a sharp sensation of remembering...something.

Or, perhaps, someone.

#harry potter fanfiction #dhr month #dhrmonth #dhr month 2024 #dhr #dhr fanfiction #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione memoria

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devilzukin7-johnny-cage · 2 months

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Everything will be okay...💜

Johnny Cage was always cheerful, arrogant, self-centered and a joker, but part of that was a mask to hide his worries and weaknesses, he is not someone who is vulnerable in front of anyone and we see him with a smile all the time. But a famous actor like him must face criticism all the time, the pressure of having to do everything well and not make any mistakes since he is in the public eye, studying hundreds of scripts and perfecting his performances so as not to let his career fall, among others things.

Before he was completely alone, he did have dates or invite women to his dressing room, but all that was superficial, a temporary distraction, but even in those moments hid his true emotions behind a façade of arrogance and flirtation. He kept everything to himself until he ended up drowning his sorrows in alcohol or other things that the Hollywood world itself offered him.

Everything changed that day when he went to a town far from the city to distract himself and practice his fighting skills, in addition to taking a break. The monks helped him realign himself on the right path while the pure air purified him. There he met some other townspeople who showed him something different from what he used to see on the streets of California, and among those townspeople, thanks to his temporary mentor Bo' Rai Cho, he met his daughter, Araceli, who made him curious from day one, being the daughter of someone so important to the people of the town and also a fan of his movies.

Johnny began to approach her and talk often with her, forging in those days a genuine connection and friendship that he had rarely had, although he was a little disconcerted every time he tried to advance with her and she didn't understand his advances. Her naivety was a little worrying for a fighter bartender, he thought.

Before leaving town to resume his normal life, he decided to take the risk of taking her as his assistant. At first he doubted his decision a little because she was not only inexperienced but also clumsy and sometimes still smelled of onions and fields, but after a few weeks of scolding and frustration, everything improved more than he expected.

With this, he little by little began to loosen up a little more, since he had already gotten used to being more direct since if not, she would not fully understand his words. He could be himself without feeling that he would be seen as weak man because for her it was normal to show emotions openly and be honest, everything was different in the town where she came from and she reflected it in her way of being, infecting a little of these customs to the actor.

Even though Araceli sometimes seemed to not understand anything about her surroundings or even know where she was standing, she immediately noticed when Johnny felt frustrated, sad, angry, there was no way to hide it from her, she already knew him very well and it was difficult not to notice (especially when he was quieter than normal and scolded her for silly things). Those months working together served as a healing for both of them, as she had her own internal problems that he would soon learn about through her own words.

While Araceli learned about the world out there away from her town and matured little by little, Cage now had loyal support and someone to whom he could show his vulnerable side knowing that she would see him the same way no matter what he said. Even though the actor was constantly keeping her busy with work and asking her for favors all the time, she had become his emotional support and the feeling was mutual. He no longer had to hide from his own feelings.

Characters:

Johnny Cage (Mortal Kombat)

Araceli Cage (my OC)

Mortal Kombat (c) Netherrealm Studios / WB / Midway before

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scar-lie · 5 months

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Omega Pt. 12 {Natasha}

Summary : Accepting the fact that she's not the Alpha you wanted anymore

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega! Reader

Warning : Nothing

Word : 1,154

{OMEGA PT. 11} {OMEGA PT. 12} {OMEGA PT. 13}

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

As the days go by, you're recovering well. You don't need Natasha to be anywhere near you, but also not too far, because it still makes some changes to your body. So Natasha stays close by, but not too close.

And to be honest, you're relieved that there's improvement, and the fact that Natasha does not necessarily need to be close to you—that's a huge relief to you.

Sure, you let her carry your pups once in a while, but as much as possible, you avoid talking to her, making eye contact, or just interacting with her, and this hurts Natasha because she tried to have a small talk, but you just give her one short answer.

But Natasha didn't back down; she was constantly checking on you, reading your body language, and looking out for you. She waited patiently until you fully recovered, and that's what saddened her.

Sure, she's grateful and happy that you're cleared and your daughter is improving and will soon be cleared to the med bay too, but it means that she has little chance to interact with you or take care of you, and she knows that it will be easier to avoid her knowing you could be in your room with the pups while she's somewhere around.

And jealousy was fueled when a newbie and unmated Alpha arrived in the compound; he's Tony's new assistant since Pepper has her own business now, and it grows pretty fast and pretty good.

But the thing is that unmated Alpha is now all over you; when you're in the living room with the pups, he will be there; in the kitchen, he will also be there; in the medbay, he will too; and the anger and jealousy fuel more when he starts to look after her pups too, making a march to him and taking the pup in his arm.

“Romanoff” Natasha stops on her track and looks back at you; her face is neutral, and she sees him close to you more than she likes.

“I’m going to feed him.” You show the two bottles on the table, so she walks forward.

“I’ll feed him,” she said, going to the living room to feed her son, and that's when Wanda came in the kitchen with your daughter in her arms. They were on the balcony, getting some air.

“She's hungry too,” Wanda said, so you quickly make another bottle for your daughter and go to the living room, joining Natasha to feed the other two.

As much as Natasha wants to attack and give the other Alpha a lesson not to touch what's hers, she can't because she knows that it will only add fuel to the fire within you.

She also caught you both nearly kissing a month after his arrival, and it suddenly occurred to her that you're slowly choosing him. Even after her efforts, she tried talking to you, giving you meals, helping you with the pups, and going out to buy the necessities and wants of the three of you. frustrated and want to rip his head off.

But she keeps calm, and now here she is knocking on your door, wanting to talk to you, so she's now in front of your door, knocking nervously.

You're giggling when there's a knock on your door, so you put the toy down while shouting ‘a minute’ then kiss your pups and go open your door with a big smile on your face that quickly fades away when you see Natasha is the one who's knocking on your door.

“Ro-romanoff” Natasha saw how you quickly change emotion, giving her a cold shoulder, and it hurts her.

“How can I help you? ”You step back a little to maintain the distance you've been keeping since Dr. Cho cleared you in the medbay.

“Do you want some time with the pups? ”Natasha shakes her head while playing with her fingers.

“I do, but I wanted to talk to you first.” She saw how you were tense, so she took a step back, not wanting to upset you more, even though it hurts her.

"Please,” Natasha quickly added when she saw the hesitation in your eyes, and of course, being your soft-hearted self, you sigh and nod, letting her in.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” Natasha started quickly looking at you, who's taking a cup of water for her while she went to sit down on the couch.

“I haven't said it to you properly, so I’m sorry for the chaos I cause in your life.” Natasha stopped, biting her bottom lips to stop the tears from falling, so she looked down in her lap to prevent you from seeing her this vulnerable, but you smiled a little, then handed her a cup of water.

"Water,” she looked up, confused, but she realized that you're handling her a glass of water, so she took it and rested it on her lap with both hands.

"Sorry, I don't have tea, coffee, or even juice here,” she said, shaking her head and smiling at you, so you sat besides her.

“It’s ok. Y/N, I didn't mean to put you in that position. I don't know if you still want to have me, but I just wanted you to know that I’m deeply sorry for my actions.” Natasha sniffed, wiping her tear.

“I know how fucked up I am being your Alpha; I should have been there, protecting you and the pups, but I failed.” You put down yours and Natasha's glass on the coffee table and took her hand in yours.

“Nat-” Nat shook her head, squeezing your hand a few times before she let go, retreating her hand from yours.

“I understand if you wanted him, but I wanted you to know that I do love you and the pups, that I wanted a family with you, to live and be with you, I wanted a house for us, just the 5 of us, I do..I do want that with you.” She looked up at you and gave you a sad smile, and even if you didn't want to admit it, it still hurts you.

“But I wanted you to be happy, and I saw it: how your day brightened, how big your smile was, and how happy you were with him.” You took her hand again and held it firmly. Sure, you're angry at her because you wanted to just attack her or something, but she still has your heart.

“Stop right there; it wasn't what you were thinking," you said, smiling and taking her hand out of yours so she could hold it in both of her hands.

“It's ok if you want to be with him; I’ll be happy if I see you happy, even if it's not in my arms.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanova #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #black widow #black widow 2021 #marvel black widow #natalia alianovna romanova #natasha x you #natalia romanova #alpha natasha #omega reader #omegaverse #natasha romanov #mcu marvel avengers #mcu #avengers #marvel mcu

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duckprintspress · 4 months

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Celebrate Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month with 22 Great Queer Reads!

May is wrapping up, and with the end of May comes the end of Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month. There are so so so many great books coming out by AAPI authors starring AAPI characters, and so – here’s a list of some of our favorites! All of these are either BY AAPI authors, have AAPI main characters, or – in most cases – both! The contributors to this list are: Shadaras, Tris Lawrence, Nina Waters, D.V. Morse, Terra P. Waters, theirprofoundbond, Annabeth Lynch and an anonymous contributor.

Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad series) by C.B. Lee

The Mermaid, the Witch, and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall

Phoenix Extravagant by Yoon Ha Lee

“Eldest Daughter Seeks Her Wife” by N. C. Farrell from She Wears the Midnight Crown

Babel by R.F. Kuang

The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez

The Water Outlaws by S.L. Huang

Black Water Sister by Zen Cho

If You’ll Have Me by Eunnie

Roadqueen: Eternal Roadtrip to Love by Mira Ong Chua

They Called Us Enemy by George Takei, Justin Eisinger & Steven Scott

The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang

Away With the Fairies by Annabeth Lynch

Meal by Blue Delliquanti & Soleil Ho

Firebird by Sunmi

After the Dragons by Cynthia Zhang

Iron Widow (Iron Widow series) by Xiran Jay Zhao

The Problem with Wishes by Annabeth Lynch

Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki

Hold Me (Cyclone series) by Courtney Milan

Sea Change by Gina Chung

Clash of Steel: A Treasure Island Remix by C.B. Lee

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You can view this list, and all our other lists, as shelves on Goodreads.

#duck prints press #book recommendations #queer books #queer book recommendations #aapi heritage month #aapi month #aapi books

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rarepears · 10 months

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Cho Chang's name is pretty racist.

What's also true is that a lot of Asian babies were adopted by white families.

What's not to say that this doesn't also happen in Wizarding Society?

Cho Chang is the adopted daughter of a white pureblood family, doesn't understand much of her Asian roots - not even the language or the cuisine - although she would very much like to and the trauma involved of being adopted and alienated from her birth culture.

Now that would be a fascinating lens to explore the Harry Potter world.

#harry potter ideas #harry potter #cho chang #hp fanfic #fanfiction idea #wondering about cho chang's backstory

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Hi do you by chance have any sapphic fantasy recs? preferably adult fantasy but YA is fine too

sure! tho this could will get quite long... no links, sorry!, bc it was kicking up a fuss with those for some reason

+ = ya

pennyblade by j.l. worrad

lady hotspur by tessa gratton

sofi and the bone song by adrienne tooley (+)

she who became the sun by shelley parker chan

the scapegracers by h.a. clarke (+)

the third daughter by adrienne tooley (+)

the daughters of izdihar by hadeer elsbai

the malevolent seven by sebastien de castell

blackheart knights by laure eve

the warden by daniel m. ford

the unbroken by c.l. clark

dark earth by rebecca stott

witch king by martha wells

scorpica by g.r. macallister

the mirror empire by kameron hurley

now she is witch by kirsty logan

silverglass by j.f. rivkin

the woman who loved the moon and other stories by elizabeth a. lynn

...(this answer is how i discover there's a character limit per block so. doing this in chunks.)

fire logic by laurie j. marks

a restless truth by freya marske

when angels left the old country by sacha lamb (+)

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson

an archive of brightness by kelsey socha

the bladed faith by david dalglish

the winged histories by sofia samatar

dragonoak by sam farren

the forever sea by joshua phillip johnson

into the broken lands by tanya huff

the jasmine throne by tasha suri

daughter of redwinter by ed mcdonald

the last magician by lisa maxwell (+)

the fire opal mechanism by fran wilde

...

the black coast by mike brooks

high times in the low parliament by kelly robson

foundryside by robert jackson bennett

the enterprise of death by jesse bullington

mamo by sas milledge (+)

from dust, a flame by rebecca podos (+)

uncommon charm by emily bergslien & kat weaver

wild and wicked things by francesca may

the unspoken name by a.k. larkwood

brother red by adrian selby

the final strife by saara el-arifi

way of the argosi by sebastien de castell (+)

the bone shard daughter by andrea stewart

ghost wood song by erica waters (+)

into the crooked place by alexandra christo (+)

ashes of the sun by django wexler

the midnight girls by alicia jasinska (+)

the midnight lie by marie rutkoski (+)

the never tilting world by rin chupeco (+)

water horse by melissa scott

...

a master of djinn by p. djeli clark

the good luck girls by charlotte nicole davis (+)

among thieves by m.j. kuhn

black water sister by zen cho

the velocity of revolution by marshall ryan maresca

sweet & bitter magic by adrienne tooley (+)

the dark tide by alicia jasinska (+)

the library of the unwritten by a.j. hackwith

a dark and hollow star by ashley shuttleworth (+)

the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo

the councillor by e.j. beaton

these feathered flames by alexandra overy (+)

the factory witches of lowell by c.s. malerich

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

...

city of lies by sam hawke

bestiary by k-ming chang

the raven and the reindeer by t. kingfisher

the winter duke by claire eliza bartlett (+)

master of poisons by andrea hairston

the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

night flowers shirking from the light of the sun by li xing

down comes the night by allison saft (+)

wench by maxine kaplan (+)

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust (+)

girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan (+)

the impossible contract by k.a. doore

burning roses by s.l. huang

the house of shattered wings by aliette de bodard

not for use in navigation by iona datt sharma

weak heart by ban gilmartin

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust (+)

the devil's blade by mark alder

...

we set the dark on fire by tehlor kay mejia (+)

the true queen by zen cho

moontangled by stephanie burgis

a portable shelter by kirsty logan

sing the four quarters by tanya huff

all the bad apples by moira fowley doyle (+)

the drowning eyes by emily foster

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

miranda in milan by katharine duckett

the afterward by e.k. johnston (+)

thorn by anna burke

penhallow amid passing things by iona datt sharma

in the vanishers' palace by aliette de bodard

summer of salt by katrina leno (+)

the gracekeepers by kirsty logan

out of the blue by sophie cameron (+)

black wolves by kate elliott

the circle by sara b. elfgren & mats strandberg (+)

unspoken by sarah rees brennan (+)

thistlefoot by gennarose nethercott

passing strange by ellen klages

(and breathe)

#recs #q

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 months

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LEGACY ~ 8

LEGACY MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,303ish

Summary: The Team regroups and goes on a mission.

Notes: Hope you enjoy!

Dinner was eaten quickly and, for the most part, quietly. Everyone was spread out in Clint’s kitchen, dining room, breakfast nook, and living room. Fury was in the kitchen, you and Nat were seated at the dining room table, Bruce was behind you, Steve was leaning on the wall that connected the living room and dining room, Clint was in the living room with his family, and Tony was throwing darts in the breakfast nook.

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time,” Fury started. “My contacts all say he’s building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don’t think it’s just one thing.”

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asked.

“Ah. He’s easy to track, he’s everywhere. Guy’s multiplying faster than a catholic rabbit. Still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

“Is he still going after launch codes?” you asked.

“Yes, he is. But he’s not making any headway.”

“I cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare,” Tony stated, as he threw a few darts. You rolled your eyes. Of course Tony had hacked into the Pentagon.

“Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that.”

“Nexus?” Steve questioned.

“It’s the world internet hub in Oslo,” Bruce said. “Every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth.”

“So what’d they say?” Clint asked as he came into the kitchen.

“He’s fixated on the missiles,” Fury replied, “but the codes are constantly being changed.”

“By whom?” Tony wondered.

Clint quickly threw a dart across the room. It narrowly missed Tony’s face and hit the center of the dart board. Tony looked at Clint with a ‘really?’ expression. Clint simply shrugged it off and I smirked at the interaction.

“Parties unknown.”

“Do we have an ally?” Natasha asked.

“Ultron’s got an enemy. That’s not the same thing. Still, I’d pay folding money to know who it is.”

“I might need to visit Oslo, find our unknown,” Tony suggested.

“Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you’d have more than that,” Nat said.

“I do, I have you,” Fury replied. “Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream of. Here we all are, back on Earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this,” Fury motioned to everything around us, “laid in a grave. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.” With that, Fury sat down at the head of the table.

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

“You know what, Romanoff?” Steve replied, trying hard not to laugh at himself. Nat gave a mischievous smile in response.

“So what does he want?” Fury probed.

“To become better. Better than us. He keeps building bodies.”

“Person bodies,” Tony added. “The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we’re out modeled. But he keeps coming back to it.”

“When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed,” Natasha commented.

Bruce walked up to the table and looked at a picture of a butterfly that Clint’s daughter had drawn for Nat. “They don’t need to be protected–” Bruce started.

“They need to evolve,” you interrupted, quickly remembering what Ultron had said while he was holding onto you. “Ultron’s going to evolve.”

“How?”

“Helen…”

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?” Bruce quickly wondered.

~~~

Upon changing back into your suit, you headed back down the stairs. You paused when you heard Tony and Steve talking.

“I’ll take Natasha and Clint,” Steve stated.

“Alright,” Tony agreed. “Strictly recon. I’ll hit the Nexus and join you as soon as I can.”

“If Ultron is really building a body…”

“He’ll be more powerful than any of us.. Maybe all of us. An android designed by a robot.”

“You know I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me.”

Fury appeared next to Tony and Steve. “I’ll drop Banner off at the Tower,” he informed the two men. “You mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?”

“She’s all yours, apparently,” Tony bitterly answered.

“What are you going to do?” You asked, making yourself known as you walked down the stairs to them.

“I don’t know. Something dramatic, I hope,” Fury answered with a smirk.

“Will you be willing to take Y/N back to the Tower as well?” Tony asked Fury.

Before Fury could answer, you quickly put in, “I’m not going back to the Tower,” you argued. “I am more helpful anywhere else but that Tower. And you know that.”

Tony was quick to face you. “You’re going back to the Tower.”

“I am not. I am the only one who stands a chance against the Maximoff girl.”

“She’s right,” Fury added.

“What are they talking about, Tony?” Steve asked.

“When the Maximoff girl got into Banner’s head and forced him to Hulk out, she tried to get into mine as well,” you told him. “She couldn’t do anything to me. I am the best chance–the safest one– when it comes to going up against her.”

“I’m with Y/N on this one,” Fury said. “She can hold her own against the Maximoff girl. She could help bring them in.” Fury then walked out of the house.

“No, I’m not allowing it,” Tony said, shaking his head. He pointed a finger at you. “You’re going back to the Tower and that’s final.” He started heading outside.

“If Y/N really can’t be affected by the Maximoff girl, keeping her in the Tower isn’t the wisest decision,” Steve said to Tony. You were shocked that Steve was actually siding with you, especially when you hadn’t told him about your run in with the Maximoff girl. “Y/N has trained harder than anyone I know. She’s ready for this Tony.”

Tony stopped. You and Steve stayed behind him. You could tell that he wanted to shout at you about going with Fury, but he knew that Steve was right. You were perfectly trained and ready for this. And that’s what scared him the most.

“Fine,” he whispered. He whipped around and pushed a finger into Steve’s chest. “But she’s your responsibility, Rogers. You need to know where she is at all times. And if something happens to her… it’s on your head, Cap.”

~~~

You and Steve stood on a rooftop, overlooking Helen’s lab.

“You two minutes,” Steve said into the comms. “Stay close.” He turned to you. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I’m ready,” you assured him, jumping onto the next rooftop

Steve followed right behind. The two of you used the rooftops and streets to reach Helen’s lab. When the two of you arrived, security was down, same with the technicians. Ultron had clearly been to the lab and destroyed it after he was done with it. The two of you ran through the building until you found Helen injured and bleeding on the floor.

“Dr. Cho!” Steve exclaimed. The two of you rushed over to her. Steve quickly started putting pressure on her wound. You noticed that she was having trouble breathing.

“He’s uploading himself into the body,” Helen informed through ragged breaths.

“Where?” You asked. Steve tried to get up to look around but Helen stopped him.

“The real power is inside the cradle. The gem, its power is uncontainable. You can’t just blow it up. You have to get the cradle to Stark.”

“First we have to find it,” Steve said.

“Go.”

Steve stood up and began making his way out of the room. He stopped when he noticed that you weren’t following him. He turned back around to see you place your hands on Helen’s wound.

“What… What are you doing?” Helen questioned.

“Y/N, we need to go,” Steve’s tone was demanding as he marched over, almost to pull you away.

“I know,” you said. “But I can help.”

You didn’t remember how to do it, but you trusted in Fury’s words when he said that you could heal people. You took a deep breath and focused on her wound and your hands. Quickly, you began to feel some strength leave you through your hand. You noticed that her wound began to heal. As soon as the bleeding stopped, you pulled your hands away and stood up.

“How did you…” Steve’s question trailed off as he realized that there was no time for questions. “We’ve got to find the cradle.” You and Steve rushed out of the building and started running to the highway. “Did you guys copy that?”

“We did,” Clint responded from the quinjet.

“I’ve got a private jet taking off across town, no manifest,” Nat informed. “That could be him.”

“There. It’s the truck from the lab. Right above you guys. On the loop by the bridge. It’s them. I got three with the cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver.”

“Negative!” Steve quickly responded. “If that truck crashes, the gem could level the city.”

“We need to draw out Ultron,” you added.

The two of you climbed up a ladder to get to the upper level of the highway. You waited until the semi-truck was underneath you before you jumped. The two of you landed on top of the truck as gracefully as you could. Steve went to the back and slid down it to try and get the doors opened with his shield. Ultron shot open the doors from the inside, causing the doors to swing open with Steve hanging onto one. He swung the door back over, only for it to be blasted off. The door managed to get stuck on the truck with Steve laying on it, holding on.

“Well, he’s definitely unhappy!” Steve commented. “I’m gonna try and keep him that way.”

“You guys aren’t a match for him, Cap,” Clint advised.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Barton,” you said.

Steve climbed up the door and tried to enter the truck. Unfortunately, Ultron blasted him onto the windshield of the car behind the truck. You quickly jumped from the roof and into the back of the truck.

“Well, well, well,” Ultron said, almost with a smirk. “Come to get some answers?”

“Why would I get answers from you?” You spat.

“Because I’m the only one who will tell you the whole truth. Who can show you your full potential.”

“And if I have my files?”

“You clearly haven’t looked at them yet… You would know that you can do better than helping the Avengers.”

You pulled a gun from your holster and shot at him a few times. There was a thud on the roof that you could only guess was Steve. Ultron quickly blasted you into the side of the truck and flew out to the roof. You moaned as you pushed yourself up, your wounds healing themselves. You went to say something through the comms, when you noticed it was missing.

Before you could do anything else, two of Ultron’s mini bots grabbed your arms. They weren’t holding you very tight, like they were under orders to keep you safe. You noticed a motorcycle gaining on the truck. It was Nat. Suddenly, the truck was being shot at and the bots holding onto you let go to go see what was happening. Nat drove her motorcycles closer to the truck and jumped in.

“Thanks for the help,” she sarcastically said.

“I lost my comms and then Ultron wanted to talk,” you defended yourself. “Not to mention his minions grabbing me.”

“You could have gotten loose.”

“I have super strength, but they’re robots made out of vibranium.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

You both walked over to the cradle near the back. You looked into it, seeing a body of some sort. Nat shared a worried glance with you before you went over to the screen, trying to stop whatever was happening inside.

“Woah!” You exclaimed as the truck was suddenly taking flight.

As the truck started to tilt, you fell to the ground and rolled towards the open end of the truck. Nat was able to grab onto the cradle.

“Negative!” Natasha quickly shouted. You assumed something was happening over the comms. “Y/N and I are still in the truck.” You pushed yourself up and began undoing the cradle’s straps with Nat. “Just be ready. We’re sending the package to you… You might wish you hadn’t asked that.”

Nat quickly placed a bomb onto the wall of the truck while you began pushing the cradle to get it moving. Once it had enough momentum, you and Nat held onto it as it headed out of the truck and towards the open quinjet.

Suddenly, you felt something grab your ankle and yank you from the cradle. You looked back to see that Ultron had grabbed you.

“Y/N!” Natasha screamed as the truck blew up.

Before you could fight back or say anything, a piece of the exploded truck hit your head, knocking you out.

~~~

“Y/N!” Natasha screamed again as the cradle landed in the quinjet.

“Cap, you see Y/N?” Clint asked worriedly.

“Y/N? What do you mean?” Steve questioned.

“Ultron took her,” Natasha said.

“What?!”

“Do you have eyes on her?” Clint repeated.

“No. Do you have the cradle?”

“We do.”

“Then go, get it to Stark!”

“But–”

“Go!”

Clint closed the quinjet and began flying off. “Damn it.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, trying to wrap their heads around losing you to Ultron.

“Clint,” Natasha got her friend’s attention, “what are we going to tell Tony?”

“Shit.”

next chapter >

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pigeonwhumps · 5 months

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Rules

Pets of the Silver Screen masterlist

Taglist: @maracujatangerine @clairelsonao3 @whumplr-reader @whumpinggrounds @bbu-on-the-side

Multiple times over the years, Agatha learns the rules.

2.1k

CWs: BBU, pet whump, kidnapping, collar, beating, stress positions, dehumanisation, non-con nudity (non sexual)

Agatha juts her chin out, poise perfect despite the tip-toe position she's been forced into.

"My name is Miss Agatha Stanbury, daughter of Lord Kenneth Stanbury. Let me go and you may get out of this alive."

Foster Montgomery smirks, pressing his knife into her neck, blood beading along its edge.

"I think I'd rather keep you. Nobody's going to find you, certainly not after I'm finished with you." He drags his knife down her front, slitting her clothes. They mostly stay on, but it must be a very sharp knife to manage that. "Take them off."

"No."

He holds up the knife, reminding her. "What did you say?"

Agatha swallows but keeps her poise. She's going to be an actress, she can pretend she has nothing to fear.

"I said no. You have given me nothing to wear afterwards and I will not follow your disgusting commands."

"I have more suitable clothing for you later, if you earn it. But if you won't obey willingly I'll have to do it for you."

Agatha's barely had a chance to process the statement when she's slammed to the ground. All her bones are jarred and her nose explodes with agony. A boot seems to grind her into the floor as Montgomery removes her clothing piece by piece.

She hates herself for thinking it, but at least he lets her keep her knickers.

He grunts in satisfaction, and hauls her to her knees. She shoves his hands away and stands, but is back on her knees in less than a second.

"Stay." He reaches behind him and picks up a leather collar complete with tag.

Agatha doesn't move when he reaches out and buckles the suffocating leather around her throat, but not out of obedience. She just doesn't think she can.

She reaches up to touch it, but Montgomery smacks away her hand before she can.

"Don't even think about it. I'll only ever remove it if you need a punishment that might interfere with the collar somehow, so if you do so yourself I'll assume that's what you're after. But you do still deserve a punishment. Bend over."

Agatha swallows hard, the soft leather and cold metal buckle pressing against her throat. She doesn't move. She only came down for the season, she's not going to obey a kidnapper who's apparently obsessed with turning her into a pet.

He couldn't find a volunteer? There's enough of them.

She pitches forward onto her hands and knees as he pushes her over, pulling her knickers down.

"Bare flesh is best for this. Pets obey. They don't say no. They don't talk back. You need to learn this."

Agatha has never had such a thrashing in her life as she receives then. No-one's ever drawn blood before. She's not passed out enough by the end to receive a reprieve though – he orders her to clean the house, and woe betide her if he finds a speck of dust or blood.

She experiences it all as if from miles away. As if from the gathering she's supposed to be at right now, with entirely different rules. She's not in her body, most of the time, and that's probably for the best.

That day and the next, she learns the rules of being Foster Montgomery's captive.

1) Don't say no.

2) Only speak when spoken to.

3) Don't talk back.

4) Address other people as sir or ma'am.

5) Always obey immediately.

6) Don't remove your collar.

7) Punishments are always deserved, always hard, and given at the slightest provocation.

She adds an extra one from herself, too, which she knows is true. Montgomery giving her a collar is not just him being a sick bastard, it's theatre, another part of the pretense. Because even if he were to parade her in front of those she loves, everyone knows that only pets wear collars.

8) No-one's coming to my rescue. I'm not getting out of here unless I do it myself.

Over the next few months, the rules don't change. The chores are hard, and the punishments harsh, and a lot more of her is scarred now. Very little of what Montgomery does has any logic to it.

But she still can't find an escape. She fears she's sinking into it.

When she's hired by Hayes Fletcher, more rules are added to the list.

9) Don't talk to the other pet.

10) If you disobey, it won't just be you who's punished.

Eloise won't receive whippings, of course, and no canings during the shoot, but she can be put in stress positions, or starved, or have a bucket of water dumped over her head before being left in the unheated studio overnight. And Agatha has absolutely no desire to subject her to anything other than a good hot meal and somewhere better to sleep.

Rule 7 is underlined dramatically by the inspector's visit. In the aftermath, Agatha's arm and back throbbing, blood pooling on the frozen stone floor that her toes are just able to touch, Eloise whimpering from her own position, Agatha makes sure to add another two rules to herself (though the second is altered after Eloise's angry objections).

11) Don't talk about the situation to outsiders. It will only make things worse.

12) Don't break the rules. Even Only if Eloise agrees to do so.

Agatha could possibly escape during the transatlantic crossing. She thinks about it. Even jumping overboard might be better. But she needs to see Eloise again. Be sure that she's alive and physically unhurt (from the sinking at least, Agatha has no doubt she'll have been hurt since). Tell her that she's brave, and a hero, because if it had been anyone but fellow pets she'd saved, if she was anyone but a pet herself, her actions would've been lauded, but instead it's Hayes Fletcher who's being praised for having such a good pet. Which isn't right, it isn't fair, and Agatha can't leave Eloise on her own.

That's when Agatha solidifies the last rule for herself, that's been brewing since she first met Eloise but she's never stopped to think about it before.

13) Her and Eloise only have each other, and will always have each other.

Then the Great War comes.

Foster Montgomery signs up to fight. He leaves Agatha in Hayes Fletcher's care, who lends her to the munitions factory, for good publicity and probably money (money for Fletcher? Money for Montgomery? She doesn't know. But neither man is big into philanthropy). Eloise isn't there. Agatha follows the rules Montgomery has already given her, hating the fact that they keep her alive.

Another few rules are added.

14) Don't become emotional.

15) Never make a sound.

16) Just because you're working alongside people, doesn't mean you are one.

That last is... profoundly obvious, at times. When the rest of the workers get to go home at the end of their shifts and she is kept working, or if there's no-one else at all, locked in the breakroom until morning. When she's fed less than the others, or when she's beaten, or–

It's so obvious, even more so than when she was hired by Hayes Fletcher. She hates it. And she's so alone here.

The war will be over by Christmas, right?

1915. Foster Montgomery is dead, and Agatha desperately wishes she could thank his killer, if anybody even knows. She gets a new tattoo, signifying her ownership by Hayes Fletcher (luckily, she knows his rules, there's no new ones to learn there). The Munitions Act comes into force, and the regular bombing raids start.

Monkey's paw. She's not alone anymore, but it means that Eloise, and several other pets, have joined her in the munitions factory.

She teaches Eloise what she's learned about staying out of trouble where possible. They have a dedicated bunkroom now, pets crammed in on old bedding on the floors of the worst-maintained rooms. They learn that only a few owners have paid for their pets to be taken to air raid shelters.

Hayes Fletcher hasn't.

Night after night they spend, trying to stay calm as bombs rain down around them. Occasionally they're still chained or tied up at night, for punishments, and when that happens Agatha worries the most.

She learns one more rule.

17) Sometimes all you can do is pray.

The war ends. By a miracle, her and Eloise are both still alive. Hayes Fletcher goes back to producing films, albeit with less success. Agatha watches as pet liberation campaigns grow, and the next decade approaches with force. The world seems a little more hopeful, things seem to be changing.

Except for her and Eloise. Stuck with the horrible, spiteful little man, punishments getting worse as he gets more frustrated and blames them for it (or maybe he simply has nowhere else to put his anger). The world's moving on, votes for women are coming, and she can't help but think of what her life might be like if she hadn't been kidnapped all those years ago.

She remembers rule 7. And the last time was dreadful, and another attempt could get them both killed, but she mentions her rule to Eloise one night and Eloise agrees. They have to try, don't they? Sometimes, it's the only thing you can do.

A week later, the film studio burns down in the middle of the night. Arson, probably. By the time the fire brigade arrive to the burnt out husk Agatha and Eloise are already sneaking onto a train to London.

"If the both of you want rules, I can give you some," says Ira, clearly reluctant, "as long as we can go through the ones you already have first. Is that all right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Ira nods. "Why don't you write me a list then? We can go through them while Eloise is busy."

Agatha takes the paper and pen she offers, wincing as she sits down, heart skipping a beat. She's still not used to it.

At the end of the session, her list reads:

1) Don't say no.

2) Only speak when spoken to.

3) Don't talk back.

4) Address people as sir or ma'am.

5) Always obey immediately.

6) Don't remove your collar.

7) Punishments are always deserved, always hard, and given at the slightest provocation.

8) No-one's coming to my rescue. I'm not getting out of here unless I do it myself.

9) Don't talk to the other pets.

10) If you disobey, it won't be just you who's punished.

11) Don't talk about the situation to outsiders. It will only make things worse.

12) Don't break the rules. Only if Eloise agrees to do so.

13) You and Eloise only have each other, and will always have each other. (Ira says she can get rid of this one partially too, but she's not so sure. Not yet)

14) Don't become emotional.

15) Never make a sound.

16) Just because you're working alongside people, doesn't mean you are one.

17) Sometimes all you can do is pray.

The new rules are easy, and straightforward, and Agatha doesn't entirely trust them. The list now reads:

1) You belong to yourself.

2) You will never be punished, no matter what you do.

3) You and Eloise only have each other, and will always have each other.

4) Sometimes all you can do is pray.

Agatha kneels on the floorboards, trembling. It's her turn today, Ira asked her to clean and she said yes, she's not sure why except she's so used to not being allowed to say no.

She hopes she's done well. She hopes she's done well. She hopes she won't be punished.

Ira doesn't do punishments. But all the same, she hopes she won't be punished.

There's footsteps, then they stop.

"Agatha?"

"I've finished cleaning, ma'am."

A hand on her shoulder. "Agatha, please look at me. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Come on, look up."

Agatha obeys hesitantly. And gasps. Ira's eyes are dark and warm and how could Agatha ever have thought otherwise? Ira gets down to her level as Agatha grasps her hands tightly, pulling her into a rare hug.

"Rules one and two, Agatha."

"I belong to myself," whispers Agatha, still clutching Ira tightly, "and I will not be punished."

Ira's two rules. The only two she'll ever make.

1) I belong to myself.

2) I will never be punished, no matter what I do.

And there's a third, that Agatha has added herself, that she thinks she probably can after so long. Rule number 5, now Ira has been proven correct and number 3 has been partially removed (Agatha does not only have Eloise now).

5) Ira keeps her promises.

#whump #whump writing #bbu community #bbu #box boy universe #box babe #multiple whumpees #pet whump #kidnapping #lady whump #whumpee and whumper #whumpee and caretaker #pets of the silver screen #agatha stanbury #foster montgomery #ira waterhouse #not happy with the list formatting but nvm #historical whump

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justyouraverageficwriter · 1 year

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Orange ~

Sana X M Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst (for the most part)

WC: 4.1K Words

Chapter 9: Keep Me in your Heart

A/N: Wrapping up Orange's story. No smut tho.

Reader –

“Now tell me, what are you planning to do?”

Sana was so serious in her tone, nothing of that respectful daughter demeanor, business-like and ready to hear the terms of a very unfavorable circumstance. The atmosphere was heavy inside your office, tension was high, thick and palpable. Both you and Sana have not been on good terms with her father, and then there was the hospital director, caught in the crossfire. You look at your girlfriend and admire her resolve, although it doesn’t come as a surprise now, she has been a fighter ever since you knew her, and it is clear she’ll fight this one too, even though you are doomed to lose. However, it is also clear that there is also vulnerability in her voice.

“I advise you to be calm, my dear daughter.”

You can already tell it’s not going to be easy, her father sounded too confident on the card he is holding. He cleared his throat, and took a seat on the couch, not in a hurry whatsoever. He is taking his time, maybe even enjoying the agony written all over your faces. He may be the father of the girl who means the world to you but you can’t help but curse him under your breath, he is giving you all the reasons to hate him, and probably also a little more. As it stands, it's you and Sana against the world.

“So I heard that the owner of the place you are staying needs a heart transplant. You know I can help you with that, Sana." Her father started his spiel with a smug face. He knew his gambit would finally pay off. "You see, this should not have been your problem, but you have so much love to give and you can't help but care." The grin on his face grew wider which made you clinch on your fist tighter. But deep inside you can't argue his logic. You view care and connections as unnecessary. It's one of the reasons why you opt to keep to yourself; before this orange haired girl changed your life at least.

"You know what you need to do, come home with me to Japan, and I'll make sure she'll have her new heart as soon as possible."

He acted so calm, so cool when he laid out his terms. Sana's father thought he had you both on a checkmate, a chokehold; and maybe he probably did. If you didn't hate him, you would for sure admire the man, respect his composure by not laughing hysterically because he had the upper hand. Although you think you didn't expect less from her father, it's really hard to run a hospital, especially if it's controlled by three big families. Well perhaps you do, you already do sound like it.

At that moment, you noticed your girlfriend sob. You've been focused on your own feelings to not be aware that tears are now falling on her face. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around her, she cried enough for the night. You hate her father for doing all this, but even more so you hate yourself for not being able to think of a solution; a way out. You just want to dig deep and find something inside the big brain of yours you always seem so confident about, but somehow the well just ran dry. It can't keep on giving it seems.

There was a brief pause inside your office, the kind that you could not be blamed for thinking the world stood still, and somehow time stops moving forward. It's not a moment of respite however, it's full of dread and uncertainties. Sana knows it, you know it, the odds are not in your favor. "I'll give you time to think, but remember time is of the essence if you want that landlady saved." Sana's father broke that silence with absolute conviction in his voice. He left the office with his shoulders high, and so was his spirit; he knew he had won. You and Mr. Cho's eyes met, and you could see that he is emphatic to your situation, but it's out of his hands too and there's nothing he can do about it. You gave him a smile of acknowledgement as he tapped you gently in the back, and he went out as well after that.

Your focus went back to Sana, and she's crying as she leans on your shoulders. But what more can you do? You just wrapped your arms around her and rubbed her back. "It's all going to be alright." Inside your head you are thinking, asking, do you really mean those words? Maybe not since you yourself are afraid of what will happen next, but it's all you can think of for now. And maybe she knows you are just spewing out words and not meaning them, because she cried even harder when she heard it.

–

Morning came, and you are still occupied with things that need sorting out. You notice your girlfriend roll over and wake up, making a mess of her orange hair. Normally, you would have found it cute but right now you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach. It's a completely different circumstance. "Did you have any sleep, Doc?" Her eyes puffed and her voice hoarse, as she asked you the minute her eyes found yours. It is clear she worries for you too.

"I'm fine, baby." You managed a weak smile. You've been up all night, trying to find answers, but all you could produce was the name of Mrs. Kang's nearest relative using hospital records. You also tried to find ways and cases that a patient was given the priority to receive a heart but that proved to be all for naught. Absent a personal donor pledging their hearts when they die to a specific person, given that the receiver is compatible with the organ; the only recourse is to sign up and be included in the waitlist.

Then you felt your girlfriend sitting on your lap, you realized your attention was never really on her but on your computer, on the things that addled your mind because you did not notice her walk towards you. Sana wrapped her arms around your neck and rested her head on your shoulders; and you always feel at peace when she does that. But there's a feeling of sorrow in her embrace, the kind that screams goodbye, the kind that is making the most out of the remaining time. Anyone can walk in your office and see the both of you and be called unprofessional but those things don't bother you now, the world will understand.

"I already found a relative who can help us with the paper works of the operation." You are just hoping she will see it as good news, praying silently that she will not see it as you are already giving up by thinking about the operation already. Sana tightened her arms around you and you already knew that she understood what it meant. "We don't have any other options, do we?" Her voice trailed off as she tried to finish her sentence. For the first time today, you shifted your attention fully to your girlfriend. "I want to be selfish, you know. I just want to run with you and escape all these." You pat the back of her head and run your fingers through her orange locks. You mean those words, but you know as well that it's impossible.

Sana immediately removes her head from your shoulders to look at you straight into your eyes. "Then let's go, hmm?" There's pleading in her teary gaze, she's desperate just like you that she'll take any alternative without really thinking.

"We can't, baby. I know you can't. You're not capable of leaving the ones you care about." You hate to be the bearer of the grounding news, but you have to; even if it means putting an end to your selfish desires. "We will just go back immediately the moment we try to leave because of our conscience.” You fixed her messy hair, it has become your habit. After a long pause, of just both of you staring at each other, Sana went back to lean on your shoulders, vulnerable, defeated, devastated for the lack of choices. And your heart goes out with her.

Sana –

Sana is in a state of trance, her eyes are fixed on the face of her still unconscious landlady. In the background is a beeping noise of the electronic vital sign monitors, constantly reminding her that she too still exists, even though she thinks her mind has stopped functioning. As she holds the hands of the woman that serves as her guardian in a foreign country, Sana came to terms with what you said earlier. She really could not just run and leave it all behind. Unbeknownst to her, a pool of tears starts to accumulate again in her eyes. Perhaps, the choice is crystal clear now even if it means you two being away from each other. Sana resigns herself to let it all out again and cry but is stopped by the sound of the opening door. She immediately wiped her tears with her bare hands and tried to fix herself before turning to see who the visitor was.

“Unnie.” Dahyun’s head peeked on the small opening of the door, with her signature smile. “Doc said you haven’t eaten yet. Do you want to join us? Your boyfriend and Doc Jun Han still have a doctors meeting, and Sang Hun has a lecture to attend so it’s just us with Jihyo-unnie.” The anesthetist smiled brightly as she completed her invitation, obviously trying to exude positivity. Sana finishes to wipe her eyes dry and continues to fix herself, she can’t say no and frankly speaking she craves some company too.

Sana noticed that the two ladies tried to talk normally to her as the three of them settled on a table, careful to not bring up the topics related to the things that happened. No one seems to be giving her some weird looks in the hospital so she is thankful that the news didn’t really go out. Yet she could not shake off the feeling that it was a bit strange, normally Sana expected to be bombarded with inquiries but both of them talked about completely random things. "Did Doc tell the both of you not to ask me questions?" She just had to make sure, to confirm her suspicions. Both Dahyun and Jihyo awkwardly looked at each other but ultimately smiled in defeat and admitted that it was indeed the case.

"Are we that obvious, Sana?" Jihyo asked in defeat to which she nodded in response. "It's just highly unusual. You two don't want to be late with the news." Dahyun's mouth dropped in shock when Sana just casually calls them nosy but in a more sophisticated way. Then her lips formed a small smile in amusement, it's the first time she did for the day. It's just friendly banter, and the three just laugh about it.

"Did Doc fill you in with the details?" Sana considered both women more than just colleagues now so she decided to talk about the situation even though it is hard at the moment. Jihyo shaked her head."I only know about your landlady's situation, that she needs a new heart." Dahyun echoed Jihyo's response, also saying that she only knew the same information. "Doc seems to be avoiding the topic entirely so I didn't really pry and ask more." Dahyun added. Sana immediately thought about you. Of course it's hard for you too, you just act tough because being a doctor requires you to be, and as a boyfriend it requires you even more.

"This is basically saying goodbye." Sana tried to hold back her tears as she felt like a hand grips her heart again. It is heavy and it keeps on getting heavier that she closed her eyes and the flood gates of tears are now open. Concerned, both women at the table with her scoots closer. Jihyo sitting on the same side gently rubs her back while Dahyun offers tissue. However Sana gathered herself and proceeded to fill them in with the specifics, of how her father wants her to go back to Japan in exchange of securing a heart, of how there is no other choice, of how you two will be apart.

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Sana looked at you, deep asleep. Probably the only place of peace amidst all the chaos. She examined every single line on your face and she was sure she memorized them all by now. The road to this very moment has not been easy, and Sana thought you deserve the rest you are currently enjoying. It has been your first taste of sleep ever since all of these ensued. She has been itching to touch your face and kiss your lips, but she was also afraid she might wake you up.

She looked back on the long day you both had, on the emotions and struggles. You both wanted to spend the remaining time together. Even though both of you avoided talking about it, not wanting to make it hard while you are still together. But somehow Sana knew that you also knew that it is just a matter of time, that you need to do what is needed to save a life. She involuntarily sniffs as her nose and eyes swelled again, for which she panicked a bit thinking that might wake you up but fortunately didn’t. Sana then took the chance to slowly get off the bed, careful to not disturb you in the slightest. She fetched a letter from the pocket of her coat, and placed it on your lone bedside table making sure you would see it. Then she took an all look around your room, a bittersweet smile. So many great memories she will forever cherish. And lastly, her eyes landed on you and God knows how much she wants to go back to your side. The few inches apart has been such a torture already.

Reader (Three weeks later) --

You opened the door to see Mrs. Kang sitting up looking outside the window. This is the first time ever since the operation that she has been strong enough to do so. You know she is deep in thought and you hesitated to interrupt her, but you need to make your rounds to your patients and it is her turn. You carefully knocked on the open door to not surprise her, and as she slowly turned around you gave her your best effort for a warm smile.

“It’s much better that you stay lying down, Mrs. Kang. Recover as much strength as possible. The more you do that, the faster you can get out of the hospital.” Normally it takes an average of two to three weeks to recover from a heart transplant. But given her age, you decided to monitor her more than that. She also showed signs of slow recovery so you couldn’t take the risk.

You quickly assisted her in lying back down and proceeded to check on her vitals. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Kang? Not feeling any more discomfort in your chest area?” The old lady slowly shook her head in response. “Your vital signs are well within expected now so I am happy to say we are getting good results. Give it like a week and I can consider releasing you. Sounds good, Ms. Kang?”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Alright, and don’t forget you can always tell your attending nurse if ever you feel or need something.” You take a final look and give instructions to her own nurse since no relative has even taken the initiative to care, really tragic. You gave her a smile again as you were getting ready to leave when she held your hand to stop you. “Would you allow me a couple of questions, Doctor?”

“Of course.” You obliged after much thought, you were debating internally if it was the right time to let her in on the news. But with her determined eyes, you knew it would just be wrong to not let her know, to deny her of the truth.

You pulled a vacant chair and sat in front of the frail woman, thinking that the conversation would not end that quickly. She looks so much better than before her operation, visibly pain free and presumably getting quite adjusted to her new heart. The heart that has so much weight for you and a particular someone. You immediately remembered how you cried your own heart and eyes out after the successful operation, given how much it meant to you. The hospital director voiced his concern to you, suggesting that you should let other doctors perform the operation because emotions can get in the way, but you have to do it. You just have to make sure that it’s gonna be all worth it, and besides it’s the very last wish she said to you. And today, somehow sitting across her landlady, you realized you did just that. But as for the question if it was worth it, your heart is not that professional after all.

“You are Sana’s boyfriend, right? She always talks about you.” Mrs. Kang reaches out to hold your hand again, soft and gentle.

“Yes, her boyfriend.” It’s technically true, you did not separate that night; in fact not much was really said aside from a couple of lines. Yet you still hesitated, it has been almost a month that you haven’t seen her, not in any shape or form of conversation wahtsoever too.

“I haven’t seen her visit, she told me she works in the same hospital as you. I would very much like to see her.” There is a certain anticipation in her expression, you can clearly see how Sana means to her as well. However, you hate to be the bearer of the disappointing news.

“Sana-” you paused to clear your throat, you once again feel the grip that very fact holds upon your heart. Just her name solicits so much emotion from you. Yet you have to gather yourself and persevere, keep a straight face as much as possible. You have to soften the news to her, she is your patient after all. “Sana is back in Japan, Mrs. Kang. But don’t worry she already knew that you had a successful operation.” The last sentence was a lie. In truth, you don’t have an inkling of news about her, none whatsoever. Not even knowing if she safely arrived. Although, you thought it’s safe to assume that she does, you want to assume. And besides you really could use that particular white lie.

You saw the change in expression in Mrs. Kang's face. From hopeful anticipation to visible sadness. You didn’t do a great job of what you intended to do. "But you don't have to worry, all expenses have been taken care of too already." You tried to distract her with positive news. Yet you know, just like your heart, only a certain someone can fill that void.

“Can I talk to her at least?” That request was full of desperation, somehow it reflects your heart's desire. You would give the world to just have the chance to hear her sweet bright voice.

“I’ll make sure to let you talk to her once she calls, I’m sure she’ll be glad to hear you well and healthy. But right now, you just need to think about one thing, and that is recovering.” You immediately stood up, desperately wanting to get out of the conversation. You don’t want to lie anymore, but most of all of you just couldn’t hold on to your tears if you keep on talking about Sana. So with the last bit of perseverance, you remained professional. Telling her that you have to go to check on other patients, it’s the last lie you will tell her today.

–

You head to your office after completing your afternoon rounds, you just want to be alone. Unknowingly, you started to go back to your old self, loner, grumpy and unapproachable. And you realized that when you opened the door of your office hearing some laughter but it completely went silent when they saw you walk in the door, well except for one person who was confused about the situation. For the first time in what feels like forever, there was some semblance of joy in the corners of your office; the office that was once a well of happiness when Sana shared it with you and made it her own. Somehow in your heart, you wish she was one of the visitors you have but that is just wishful thinking of course.

“Are you this strict on them that they can’t laugh when you’re around, Oppa?” Your sister was ready to scold you. Jihyo and Dahyun immediately react that it was not the case but Tzuyu’s eyes were fixed on you.

“What are you doing here?” You disregard your sister’s question. However she was not having it.

“My sister can be a bit feisty.” You smiled at your colleagues. The two of them laughed again, looking more relaxed. They already understood you are a man of a few words. “It’s the first time I saw someone you can square up to you aside from–” Dahyun stopped on her sentence and looked away, conscious about what she almost did. Of course you picked up on it, in fact everyone did as Jihyo was shooting some lethal side eye to the anesthetist. However, you decided to let it go, nothing really good will happen if you mind it. “Will you excuse us, ladies?”

Both Jihyo and Dahyun of course obliged and immediately headed out the door after taking their leave. You sat down on your chair, legs gave out as soon as you reached it. Perhaps you are now done acting tough, you are with someone again where you are not afraid of showing vulnerability. “You didn’t answer my question, little sis. What brought you here?”

“Just checking on you. Anything wrong with that?” Tzuyu took a seat on the chair in front of your table. There was a pause after, yet somehow you know she didn’t expect any kind of answer. “You should stay with us for the meantime, you know. It will do you good to have company.” Ever since Tzuyu and your father met, they have been catching up so fast with each other’s life up to the point that she now lives in his house. You can see that your sister is happy so you are just as happy for her. Her happiness should not be hindered just because you still have your wounds.

“I’m doing fine, Tzuyu-ya.”

“Fine, I brought some food by the way. You should eat it. I won’t linger long, I still need to visit my shop.” She immediately ran to your side and gave you a hug.

“You can tell your father, I might invite him for some drinks.” You told her after the hug.

“He will be happy to hear that.”

–

The next morning rolled around and you woke up as the sunlight from your windows slowly creeped up on your eyes. Every morning has been pretty much the same ever since that night. Just like as you recalled, the first thing that grabbed your attention is the letter waiting for you to be read. And without fail ever since that morning, you reached out for it and unfolded the piece of paper that brings you both hope and sadness; the piece of paper that she left her heart with. Then you start to read again, each line somehow feels like it's the first time you ever read it:

You know I love you, and I will always do.

I’m such a coward for choosing to do it this way. But I know I wouldn’t be able to do this with proper goodbyes. I know it would be impossible for me to go seeing you cry the moment I leave. So allow me to go like this, while you are peacefully asleep.

This is not goodbye. Keep me in your heart until the day that we will see each other again. Promise me that I will still be your Orange.

Lastly, I will go because it is the right thing to do. Because you and I both know we can’t live if we took the selfish path. So let us make it worth it, promise me you will save her. Do all you can, I know you will.

I have so many things to say, but let’s just talk about them when we see each other again.

You know I love you, and I will always do.

Yours,

Orange

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Fin.

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eagerly awaiting your thoughts on the finale & season as a whole queen, whenever you might be ready to share them! i watched ep 8 and have just been staring at my ceiling lol.

Hi Anon! Actually, I got to see the finale a few weeks back but I couldn't discuss it until it aired for obvious reasons. I was very curious to see how the rest of the fandom would react to it. As you've probably guessed, I'm not crazy about it, though there are some moments that I really enjoyed.

My main gripe with this episode is that by changing the book plot point and making Lestat the one who saves Louis while Armand was apparently intent on both he and Claudia dying, it creates a massive plot hole where Armand's motivations make even less sense than they did at the end of ep 6 (I talked about this in more details in another ask). Now Armand doesn't kill Claudia because he wants Louis more than anything in the world and he sees Claudia as competition (which she never even was in this version but okay). Now he wants to kill both of them, and he does this because...he's a villain who does villainous things muahaha! Who the fuck knows, tune in next season to find out...maybe

It points to the same sloppy writing that is recurrent throughout this entire season. The writers introduce major deviations from the books—which, great we love that, imo the show does best when it creates its own fresh new storylines, as evidenced by ep 5 and most of present-day Dubai—but then they turn around and still try to shoehorn in the same story beats from the book and it just doesn't work anymore, so the whole thing ends up feeling incoherent and contradictory.

Do I think Armand would have any qualms about killing Louis under different circumstances, absolutely not! My pookie hunts down and dismembers rogue fledglings as a pastime. In fact, the only reason he doesn't obliterate Louis and Claudia to ashes the minute they set foot in Paris is precisely because he falls for Louis and becomes so obsessed with Louis that he would do anything to have him.

If they were gonna change that plot point by removing Loumand's love story entirely then commit all the way and at least give us another plausible motivation for Armand putting on a whole ass fake trial and pretending he could not prevent it™ when his intent was to kill Louis anyway. What was the pretence for if not for Louis' benefit? What was the aim of his big machiavellic plan if it was not to get rid of Claudia and the coven in one fell swoop so that he and Louis could be together? Who the fuck knows, tune in next season to find out...maybe.

I also have a problem with the final twist/reveal. The way the show frames it, it doesn't come down to Louis finding out that Armand had a hand in Claudia's death. He already knew that, though not the full extent of it—because he's a dumb dumb who believed that Armand was oh so helpless next to the fierce vampire Sam. No, what pisses Louis off the most is the reveal that Armand didn't save him at the trial (although Armand still does free him from the coffin even though he's the one who wanted him killed in the first place, go figure).

But you see, Lestat loves Louis the mostest because at least HE saved Louis from the revenge trial...that he planned and rehearsed for months. So ShackLestat, as we're calling him, gets a bit of a rushed impromptu redemption arc with a tender hug and a kiss while Armand is thrown into a concrete wall and sent packing.

The final reveal is not about Claudia, it was never about [her]. The reason Louis resents Lestat in 1949 and pulls his little CW teen drama stunt in Magnus's tower hasn't changed; Lestat still crossed an ocean to rehearse a play that would burn his daughter alive and still stood by as said daughter was burnt to death. Armand is still the POS who sold them out. That hasn't changed much either. The decision of who Louis forgives comes down to who rescued him—which of his two toxic husbands was the better knight in dusty armour that chose him over Claudia. But who tf cares right? Loustat reunion everybody, yay! 🎉

I have so many other discrepancies and inconsistencies I could talk about, but at this point, I've made peace with the choices the show made. It's clear that the strikes had a huge impact on the writing and the overall quality the show might have had in a more ideal scenario. Hopefully, s3 will fare better, especially since RoJo—just like he keeps reminding us in every interview—will be writing about a character that he actually gives a fuck about for a change. 🙃

#fl❀'s asks #interview with the vampire #iwtv #iwtv season 2

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ravensinthedaylight · 2 years

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Blow out the Candles - Blackhill x Daughter!Reader

Hii! Could you write about teen who is nats kid, nat and maria have been together for some time and now maria wants to like adopt nats kid.

I hope you understand what I mean 😅 have a nice day ❣️

Also a post made:

I need a fic where Nat and Maria are together and teen reader is nats daughter and for her bday Maria wants to adopt her

Readers Age: 11 Years Old

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Summary: Maria, your mama’s girlfriend, doesn’t come to your birthday party due to work, the day after you hear a conversation between her and your mama that you don’t fully understand. Two days later you receive an envelope as your birthday present. And you couldn’t be happier.

@tynix I hope this is ok!

You first met Maria Hill before the fall of SHIELD when you were around seven.

She was a nice woman, she was stern and strict, but she was nice.

She was your Mama's commander. And she was surprisingly great with kids, something that the majority of the SHIELD agents and officials couldn't wrap their heads around. Tony Stark's jaw dropped to the ground when he had seen her interacting with you and four of Clint Barton's children, Kate, Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel.

You never understood the 'Hardass Hill' nickname she was given.

When SHIELD fell and after your Mama had avoided prosecution for the files she had leaked life changed, but not for the worst, well not really.

It was hard to get used to. Instead of your mom having her own apartment she took Tony up on his offer to move to the tower. That was the best part.

You were introduced to so many new people, all of your mama's team mates became your uncles, even. You loved it at Avengers tower.

The original six Avengers weren't the only occupants of the tower, of course. There was Helen Cho, Nick Fury, Pepper Potts and most importantly Maria Hill.

You didn't know what it was about Maria that made you like her so much, you supposed it was just because she was so damn cool.

You would even argue that she was just as cool as your Mama. Which you would never say to her face, of course.

A few times a week while you were watching TV in the common room Maria would come in and sit down on the couch with you along with a bowl of pop corn. She would place it in between the two of you. Now looking back it was clearly an act to win you over, and it worked.

It was an unspoken tradition by this time. You supposed that you were both friends. That made you happy. You liked being friends with Maria.

After two or three months of that, your mama started to join in, she would sit in between the two of you with the popcorn on her lap. This made the two of you sit closer to her.

When you were all in the middle of the movie 'Up' you noticed they were both holding hands. You looked up at your Mama, and then over to Maria, and go gave them both the traditional Romanoff smirk. It seemed your Mama like Maria even more than you did.

It didn't take long for Maria and Natasha to finally tell you they were dating, and you couldn't have been happier.

Today was the day you turned eleven, and you wanted to spend the day with both your Mama and your Masha, but there was one problem.

Maria wasn't there.

You woke up bright an early, which sent Natasha's plans to make you breakfast in bed out the window.

"Mama?” You spoke softly as Natasha placed your blueberry pancakes in front of you on the kitchen island.

"Detka?" She replied as she took a seat beside you, placing her hand soothingly on your back as she did so.

"Where's Masha?"

"Masha feels bad she couldn't be here this morning, malysh. She had some really important work to do for Fury"

You nodded. "Will she be back for my party?"

Natasha spooned nutella onto your pancakes. "| don't know, but what I do know is that she'll definitely try"

You accepted that. "You're staying here, though. No working today? Since it's my birthday"

She leaned in and placed a kiss on your crown. "Not even if the battle of New York was to repeat itself this very second would I ever think of leaving you today"

You wrapped her arms around her neck and she pulled you onto her lap, you may be eleven but you would never be too old for moments like these.

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Somehow your Mama had been convinced to allow Tony to plan your party (which was a surprise up until yesterday when Tony had excitedly let it slip)

It was a fun party (how could it not be Tony Stark had thrown it, he never spared expense on anything) an everyone had a great time, including yourself.

But there was just one thing missing, one thing Tony had failed to get but something he couldn't buy.

Masha.

You had kept telling yourself that she would show up, despite knowing that there was a possibility she wouldn't.

And it hurt a bit. But you were a big girl. You were 11.

You slept in your mama's bed with her that night. It had been early morning when she dragged you upstairs from the party when your eyes started to droop, you got dressed and hopped straight into her bed.

It wasn't unusual for the two of you to sleep in the same bed.

It was around six am when Maria arrived back to the apartment. She seemed exhausted, also.

But she tried not to wake you and your Mama as she got herself into sleep clothes.

But you were awake anyway. Some sort of hurt in your chest.

Maria got into bed on the other side of you, your back was to her, your hand was holding Natasha's.

She placed a firm kiss on the back of your head, afterwards going to pull your 'sleeping' form closer to her in what would have been a cuddle, but that was the last thing you wanted from her right now, she hadn't even wished you a happy birthday yesterday, hadn't asked Mama to pass on a messege and/or hadn't even left a card or anything.

You slowly slid away to escape her reach and wrapped yourself around your Mama, who pulled you closer to her, not understanding what was going on and wrapped her arms tightly around you.

You didn't see Maria's face, but for some reason you felt guilty and hoped that hadn't hurt her feelings too bad, you just wanted to prove a point

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The next morning when you woke up they were both gone, but the blanket had been pulled tightly over you.

You slowly got up, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor.

You walked quietly into the kitchen, with the thin blanket Natasha kept at the end of her bed around you.

"I really just don't understand why they keep fighting us on this! All they have to do is sign some stupid papers."

"I know but it's not simple, she's your daughter, Nat."

"I know but Y/N never wants to go to back Russia again. You know what happened to us there."

That perked your interest, they didn't seem to notice you at the door, so you hid behind it and listened.

"It's not that simple, she was born and... raised... in that country and she's still a minor. They still have a bit of control"

"Raised." Nat scoffed.

"Either way, very soon we'll get the turnout we want and her guardianship will be granted, and then we can have our own little family"

You put the pieces together in your mind because of that one sentence. Maria's words hitting far too close to home. You seemed to be misunderstanding.

"I think we could get a better trainer, too. She needs to know these things if-"

You stood at the door, eyes filling with tears and shaking slightly.

It was then Natasha noticed you.

"How's my eleven-year-old doi-"

"You're sending me back?!"

Natasha looked at Maria wide eyed and then back to you.

"What?"

"You're getting rid of me! You're sending me back to Russia! You're sending me back there! You don't want me anymore!" You cried.

Natasha almost jumped off her chair and raced in front of you.

"Y/N no no no no no!"

"You don't want me! Now that I'm older! They want me back there!!!!" You were breathing faster now, not really thinking clearly.

"Y/N stop it, we're having a miscommunication!"

Maria was making her way over to the two of you.

"No! You said you wanted to start your own little family! I heard you!" You cried, stepping back from the two women who were kneeling down to you, Natasha had her arms out. "You don't need me anymore! You don't want me anymore!"

“Sweetheart come here! Let me hug you, we all need to calm down!"

"No! You said that the guardianship would be granted! And you nodded! You're giving me back to Russia!"

"Bambina that's not what I meant." Maria said softly, "And even if it was, that's not how it works."

Natasha went to move closer to you. "Baby-"

“Now that you have your new life you don't want anything that reminds you of your old one, of there! That means you don't want me." You were spiralling now, your chest was closing in, it felt harder and harder to breath.

Natasha gasped, as if the very thought appalled her, but you didn't buy it, you weren't in the right state of mind.

"Y/N, you're the reason I got through all that! If it wasn't for you-"

"You're lying!"

"No, sweet pea, l'm not." Natasha put two hands on your shoulders, causing you to sob.

"Please don't send me back there Mama!"

Natasha's heart broke. "I don't wanna go back, they were bad."

It was Masha who picked you up and placed you on her lap.

The three of you sat on the floor of the kitchen at 10AM, and there was already a child who was hyperventilating uncontrollably and two adults who were both shook after the events.

Maria rubbed your back. Turning so you couldn't see the tears on Natasha's cheeks.

"I'm sorry I scared you" Maria murmured. "I could've worded that better."

You hiccuped and nodded. "t's ok, just don't send me back."

Maria gave you a squeeze. "Never."

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You were still startled an hour later. Natasha sat you on her lap while she sat in on the couch, you both watched Harry Potter.

You were both quiet.

"You're the best part of my life." Natasha told you. "Even the thought of not seeing you everyday, not having you with me, not having you safe and protected, it makes me sick, physically sick."

You nodded. "Я люблю вас."

Natasha smiled. "я тоже тебя люблю."

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Two days later you sat at the kitchen island eating your cheerios, what happened a few days ago still fresh in your mind, neither Nat or Maria spoke about it, which you were thankful for.

Maria entered the kitchen with files in her had, a usual thing considering what she did for a living.

She sat across from you, pulling out the box of cornflakes.

"I'm sorry I was so busy, bubs."

You nodded. "It's ok. I get it."

"It's not ok. I didn't get you a card or even a present."

"That doesn't matter, Masha." You insisted.

Maria smiled at you knowingly and waved the envelope she entered with. "So I guess you don't want this?"

You went to say something but quickly shut your mouth, making Maria have to suppress a laugh.

You didn't want to make it too obvious. But boy you wanted that envelope.

"I wouldn't mind. You already got it which I'm thankful for."

Maria snorted. "Here."

You tried not to be too quick in grabbing the envelope, but you were almost positive you failed.

You ripped it open and pulled out the letter inside.

Although your eyes darted to Maria once they scanned the document.

"What does this mean?" You didn't know wether to believe this or not, it seemed to be too good to be true.

*It means that me, you and your mama will be a real, legal, little family. Just the three of us. But only if you want this."

You stared at Maria for a good thirty seconds, although you could feel her getting more and more nervous the more you stayed quiet.

"Is this what you were talking bout with Mama the other morning?"

Masha nodded. "it is, Bubba."

"So... when you said that you and Mama could have your own little family. You meant the three of us. Not just you and Mama."

"Exactly, sweetheart."

"So you don't wanna send me back?"

"Never in a million years."

You smiled. "Can I call you Mumma now, Masha?"

Maria grinned wildly. "Of course you can, my birthday girl.

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