#i just woke up from a wild ass nightmare and this has immediately calmed me down AHFSHFSGJ

[arcaneyouth]

I wanted to tell you before you think this is just another funny little loverboy poll behavior, but really you've been so cool over the swag showdown and it's been a real joy reading all of your funny little messages throughout it! I'd be more than happy to see more of you and your stuff on my dashboard in the future, SO A FOLLOW WAS IN ORDER!

BWUH,,,,,, THANK YOU,,,, im just a silly lil guy having a good time

[the-moon-files]

The Chain being Down Bad🐕‍🦺™️ for Your Voice lol (Masc!Reader)

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@peepthatbish once again, our lovely muse peep (name twins!!) Has come to bless me, and hopefully i did that gorgeous idea justice, and dw im not done writing them all out yet :)

<333

Sun: Masculine Reader (he/him)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: a dash of everybody <3

(except rare ones like Fierce/Koridai/Courage/Sage/etc.)

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Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: fluff & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if i missed any. /gen

Ok but like

Ur voice is absolutely iconic to them

(Like the fairy fountain theme or the appearance of the Master sword, its unimaginable to them for your to not sound like that)

And its not only the heroes of Hyrule, but anyone else who could hear you

Well it helps that it used to be ur only sort of external sign of presence to outsiders

(the Links could also somewhat "feel" you in their own chests sometimes, like when u were stressed over a boss, or sad over a cutscene)

The only others who usually hear you are mostly things like the Great Fairies, the Deku Tree, other weird ass beings that know way too much (Fierce Deity)

So needless to say, when u first crash landed thru a portal into Wild's Hyrule (ur latest Zelda game you've played u guess thats why)

And the Chain had seen u in the distance, met up with you to try and help what they thought was some poor guy who accidentally fell thru Hylia's portals

But as they heard u stutter thru an introduction, instead they knew immediately it was you

Sky and Twi seriously teared up, Hyrule/Wild/Four/Wind all attacked you with a hug and excited shrieking, Legend and Wars were just gaping in shock, and Time was just staring at you

It took you a minute to pinpoint who was from what game, but as soon as you figured it out u literally jaw dropped at Time/Wild/Twi/etc.

(The ones that look different from their in game model or way better irl than graphics could ever capture)

U also may have screamed. A very manly scream. Not high pitched at all. You didnt make Legend cover his ears or the four that tackled u scramble off in fear, what- haha

(U cant blame urself, u were in literal shock, bc that's ALL the LINKS??!! Like u needed a shock blanket like rescue/ambulances gives ppl)

After calming down, it wasnt even an outright discussion or decision u could rlly choose,

They were basically kidnapping u along for the ride, also u were there for them (in pretty voice alone but still) for all their adventures,

So u even suggesting leaving u behind bc u couldnt keep up as well as them had them looking at you like they never even considered it

(And also making them individually go thru the 5 stages of grief: 😨😟😡😭🥺🙏🙏 they were all outright begging u, in their own ways, deadass by the end of it)

So as u travel, you get to understand the full impact of Your Voice, or the Guide's Voice™️.

If anyone has a nightmare, what would normally take another hero poking them with a stick and dodging the reflex punch, or them waking up unable to go back to sleep after having the nightmare, etc.

U quickly realized only took you talking to comfort them, with no reflex punch when they woke up, if they woke up, sometimes u were so good at it the nightmare just cleared ended according to their face

In your first battle against the shadow, along with lots of black-blooded monsters, u realized how much more confidently every Link fought as soon as you were speaking from behind them

They got even better and less stressed abt fighting when u managed to crack a few jokes or go toe to toe verbally with the Shadow lol

Legend outright guffawed when you pulled a dumb "sigh... well i guess... maybe... ur mom." joke in response to his villain monologue, like wiping a tear and everything, saying "u used to say that all the time after dumb long evil speeches, its a fucking classic" 💀

Literally will have them asking you to make more jokes bc it makes them feel better in tense situations/battles (most to least frequently: Sky, Wild, Hyrule, Wind, Twi, Time, Wars, Legend, Four) but they love it equally

Okay but,

U have Definitely. Sent chills down their spines when u get into lower ranges lol

U dont understand why everyone needs to talk to you so bad first thing in the morning,

or alternatively why they keep wanting you to go on a rant abt ur fav book/tv show/thing either???

U are always the last for story time at the campfire every night, and unlike the others, they refuse to let you take a night off, u have to say smth every night??

It amazes u they like ur voice so much, huh, Wild/Twi/Wars/Four/Hyrule must all be getting a little too close to the fire, theyre faces are looking a little red/pink

(Legend and Time just look rlly pleased/happy to be here, they only ever look a little overheated when u specifically look at them while ur talking/or tell a story abt them, and they usually are always the ones asking u another question to prompt u to keep going forever)

Wars may or may not have a life changing moment he told u abt ur voice on his adventures where Cia was like, "Ah Link... let me get a good look at you..."

Link: 😰🤢🥲

You: "... and girl, I am only looking at your tiddies right now."

If Wars had smth to drink right then he wouldve spit-taked.

It was like the one time he was caught so genuinely off-guard, and u just made him suddenly feel 10x more comfortable facing her, he literally couldnt keep his knight trained composure together, he had to lean on his knees he was crying with laughter

That was the first Cia heard of you too and she literally audibly gasped lmao

It was like all of a sudden Wars and Cia had been in on a joke no one else could hear around them (Shiek/Zelda is confused to this day by that)

And there are countless moments like this from each of their adventures where u did this, u cant help but feel mildly embarassed when u hear it at first

But then seeing how much ur voice and comments meant to them and how happy it made them u can help but want to talk more and more and more

Youve never felt more comfortable talking to this many people in ur entire life,

Bc u can literally see their elf ears twitching cutely when they pick up ur voice

BEST BELIEEEVVEEEE

u arent getting out of singing to them.

Yeah, sorry, theyve heard u sing ur fav songs while gaming too many times, they need to hear u sing irl, Now.

Most of them ignore or sort of passively enjoy bards/musicians on their journeys, but as soon as u so much as hum-

Its like they're all clambering to get closer to hear u, but also not make u aware thats what theyre doing, so they end up just:

Four/Legend/Hyrule trying to hide behind various (upside down) books, behind plants that're not that bushy, or one memorable time, when u sang "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" quietly to urself, a bard's tune got close and reminded u of it,

and Four fully threw his hammer on his toes bc he was so shocked/lovestruck, he completely missed the anvil and just threw it at the ground/his feet LMAO

Time and Wars, cheeky strategists they are, immediately fall back behind u wherever u are, so u cant see them, but they can still hear u lol

(Theyre the only ones youve not caught actively listening/straining to come closer to hear u... bc theyre behind u lol)

Wild/Sky/Twi all fully whip their heads around fast enough to crack it, then clumsily try to recover so u wont stop

Wild/Sky just fully accidentally like fall into lakes/ponds trying to stay just out of range or even (they both tried it once, and never again after u got onto them) got on a rooftop

And fell. When u got quieter they tried to get closer and- yep.

(Idiots were fine and smiling when u came to check on them)

Twilight.

Twilight's the worst ngl.

Just fully stares in awe at you until u stop out of embarassment, and has had the audacity multiple times to pop up as Wolfie and just happily listen like you havent also been thru the adventure that literally made him a werewolf

Wind is a cutie, he always joins in, esp when he recognizes the song, and since they can somehow remember the songs u sang while gaming, it will never not be a core memory for you to sing "Drunken Sailor" back to back with "I LOVE YOU HOE" by ODETARI (ft.9lives)

with Wind Waker Link.

You nearly died when you heard him singing the chorus, like literally right after drunken sailor 💀

(Its catchy u got it stuck in ur head from tiktok audios)

(Wind absolutely makes fun of the others for being in love with ur voice, like he'll trick u into ranting abt smth late at night when ur voice is husky or ur just low energy atm, and then from behind you just mouth at the rest of them, sitting looking up at you like ur an angel,

G A Y Y Y Y 🫵🫵🫵 )

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Sorry to anyone whose sent in stuff to my mailbox! I promise ill answer u tomorrow!!

Im acc running another blog for a diff fandom and i got busy today :/

BUT THANK U SM AND I LOVE YOU TO ANYONE WHO SENT STUFF IN !! <3333

Like, i would write a fic for u tysm for showing me ur interest bc it feels like tumbleweeds are blowing thru LU fandom when i check the tags 💀

Which isnt awful! I just like hearing feedback from ppl or just talking abt LU and stuff :)

Peace out,

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[cumxxslutt]

HI ! i love your works and i wanted to request this because u write sooo well !! 🙂💞. Can you do one with all of bloodline and the reader is in trouble for going out with friends without asking so they punish her but like first they lecture her but she has a attitude so then they punish ! (only if ur comfortable) !! 💗.

Hi my darling , I don’t know if you seen my recent post but I am temporarily not doing any NSFW , but I did add a punishment 😉 , anyways I also added a little something so enjoy! .

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Fuck

Fem/Black Reader

Warnings:cussing , sneaking out ig? , angst , upset reader , reader needs comfort , nightmares , upset boys , happy ending . !

Summary: reader sneaks out and the boys find out .

Bloodline x reader

Enjoy .

“Fuck” I mumbled tripping over a shoe in my closet picking up my red bottoms and sticking my headout my walk-in closet to make sure Roman was sleep sense he had came in my room to lay with me , quickly and quietly walking towards Roman and placing a kiss on his forehead then turning the tv up a bit so he can’t hear me open the door and wake up

I mentally groan running over the cold tiles , creeping down the stairs I get a view of the living room seeing solo and the twins knocked out with the tv playing some random YouTube video of these people building a damn pool and house thing [ifykyk . 😭] blowing a kiss towards them and grabbing my purse from the small table near the front door and slowly opening the door and closing it back

“You finna get us killed” Ari said shaking her head and laughing as she parked the car “well” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Yeaa fuck it up” Alexa said as she recorded me shaking my ass for the camera her and Ari slapping my ass as I do so , “lol” I captioned the video Ari tagged me in and reposting it .

Solo’s Pov :

“Damn” I said getting up and stretching my back cracking looking around for the remote I find it and turn the tv off , going into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water then turning the kitchen light off and walking upstairs to go find y/n walking towards her room where I hear the tv playing , pushing the door open I see the tv playing ‘Wild ‘n out” I look over towards her bed , only to see Roman , But no y/n

‘Where the fuck is she’ I think walking into her bathroom connected to her room to only be met with nothing walking around , I still didn’t see her so I walked out and walked into her closet nothing there but a couple of bags and her clothes and some of me and the boys clothes in pile but no y/n

“Yo” I said shaking Roman so he would wake up “Roman” I said he only turnt the other way “Aye Roman” I said a little louder “what” he said sitting up and rubbing his eyes “where y/n” I said curious “what” he said now standing up looking confused “I said where’s y/n she’s not up here” I said with a calm face but I was panicking “I thought she was up here” he said confused “I know I thought the same thing”

After looking around the whole house we still couldn’t find her “go wake the twins up” Roman said in all seriousness I only nodded and walked in the living room after a couple minutes of shaking them jey woke up “bruh get the fuck on” he said mugging me “mane shut up , we can’t find y/n” I said hitting the back of his head he rubbed the spot where I hit him “stop playing with me , and what you mean you can’t find y/n” he said now fully waking up “I mean we can’t find her dumb ass”

“Okay where was the last place she went” jimmy said we where all sitting in Romans truck “well she went upstairs” jey said “just call her phone” Roman said irritated “you know we could’ve been then that” jey said rolling his eyes jimmy only sighed opening his phone , his phone immediately opening onto instagram sense that was the last thing he was on , “look it said she posted on her story” jey said pointing it out jimmy only clicked on it

Y/n Pov:

“Lemme see who looked at my story Chile” I mumbled sipping on my drink , “ew stalking ass nigga” I mumbled seeing my ex looked at my story , oh dad-wait jimmy? , “fuck” is all I say before my mind goes blank , standing up almost tripping over my own damn feet “bitch we gotta get outta here now” I said to Alexa who was grinding against some ugly ass boy I swear this girl does not know how to pick ‘em

“Oh my god , we have to get the fuck out of here” I said panicking while Ari grabbed Alexa , “okay let’s go” Ari said dragging Alexa behind her , running out the club and into the parking lot we here someone honk there horn at us , turning around we see that all so familiar truck “fuck” I whispered “oh shit , your fucked” Ari said laughing ,

“Hi” I mumbled shyly to the four men in front of me , I didn’t get a response but no matter what I was not gonna pick my head up to look at them , “look at me” I heard Roman say , I only shook my head making it worser on myself , “what did he tell you , pick your head up now” I heard solo stern voice say , sighing and finally picking my head up I see the look on there faces , pure anger , “let’s go” jimmy mumbled as jey dragged me by my arm , “BYEE” Alexa drunk ass yelled out as I rolled my eyes at her behavior

The car ride home was silent as hell , I was Literally shaking , pulling up to the house I was scared the car came to a stop , we all sat there for a couple of minutes , as they all got out I stayed put not wanting to move a inch , suddenly my side of the door was snatched open by jimmy as he took me by the arm and pulled me out the car by my arm “oww” I let out a small whimpered “shut up” Roman said basically growling at me

“So-“ before he could even finish his sentence I fell out crying , “‘m sorry , I’m so sorry” I cried apologizing over and over , my vision going blurry “stop” Roman said lowly , but I couldn’t I kept crying , “why did you leave out without telling us” solo said , “because” I started off as I started hiccuping “because if I would have asked , you would have said no” I said crying , they didn’t say anything

“‘m sorry” I said getting up to hug Roman as I wrapped my arms around him he took both of my arms and pushed them down “you disobeyed me , we already told you that you couldn’t go out , but you didn’t listen , now look at you , in trouble” I only cried at his words “nah , stop all that crying” jimmy told me but I only cried harder “what I tell you , all that crying gon give you a headache , now stop” I slowly stopped crying , only whimpering now

“Now your on punishment” ‘goddamn’ was all I thought , “what punishment am I on” I said feeling like I wanted to cry again

“figure it out” Roman mumbled walking away from me , the twins only looked at me then walked away , solo kissed my head and walked off , stepping out the shower and drying off and walking into my room expecting to see one of the boys ready to get me ready for bed , but none of them was here , I only sighed and got ready myself

Turning on some random ass Netflix show , then getting into bed making sure my bonnet is sturdy before laying down , letting a few tears fall before wiping my eyes and turning over and closing my eyes so I can go to sleep .

3rd Person Pov :

Y/n fell asleep feeling guilty but little did she know four men where feeling even guiltier , Roman sat up against the headboard in the guest room , feeling guilty for not being with her , yeah she went out when she wasn’t supposed too but he knew she needed help when getting ready , it wasn’t that she didn’t know how to do it , it’s just Y/n always expected one of her boys to do it

Jimmy sat up in the living room staring into space , what was he thinking about? Hmm let’s see ,

Jimmy thoughts :

‘Maybe she just wanted to go out’ he thought ‘I mean we could’ve gave her a bath like always or maybe got her dressed and possibly layed with her , naw I’m overreacting , or am I ‘ ?

3rd Person Pov:

Solo and jey didn’t technically feel bad they just wanted to make sure she wouldn’t do it again so a punishment wouldn’t be bad but they did feel bad about letting her sleep alone sense she had been having nightmares recently

*Scream*

Romans Pov:

My head shot up at the scream as I hurried up and got out of the bed I heard multiple footsteps running up the stairs , I seen boys coming up the stairs as we started running towards Y/n room we heard another scream I open the door and there she was , bonnet halfway off , sweating , and shaking we ran to her as jey started shaking her to wake her up

Y/n Pov

I woke up with a loud scream , turning to the right to see the boys , jey is the closest to me so I jump in his arms , and just start crying , “please don’t let them take me again” [this lil nightmare thing is something that has happened to me so I just wanted to throw that in there .] “shh , it’s okay nobody is gonna get you mama” jey said pulling me close and rubbing my back , and all I could do was cry , he lifted me up holding me like a baby and moving my covers out the way so he can get in the bed with me , my bed is really large so the rest of the boys got on the bed with us

I was still crying a bit but I started to calm down as I felt jimmy rubbing circles on my thigh while jey kept kiss my temple over and over , and solo and Roman just rubbing over my body , I finally calmed down and now it was just quiet “‘m really sorry for going out” I mumbled feeling embarrassed , it was quite until jey spoke up “it’s okay pretty girl but you can’t just do that ‘hmm” I shook my head , “‘m won’t do it again , I don’t like punishments like that” I said pouting they only chuckled “we are also sorry baby girl” Roman said giving me a kiss on the lips , solo also reached over and gave me a kiss , jimmy being jealous sat up and grabbed me by my head and gave me a sloppy kiss I chuckled at that then jey gave me another kiss on the temple then smacked my ass “JE-“ I was cut off when I felt multiple hands on my ass “oh my god” I said rolling my eyes , they only chuckled and said “goodnight Mama” I smiled replying with “Night Night” [y’all I love saying that . 😭]

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Okay well this wasn’t my best but I got a HC coming up so be on the lookout for that! .

Also this not read over at all . 😭

Love you all . 🎀

*NOT MY GIF ABOVE*

[shianhygge-imagines]

Silver Rose [Vergil/Reader] [V/Reader] {Devil May Cry} The Mortal Half

AN: I apologize for the wait! The road of life took a bit of a wild turn, and my writing (along with a few other things) suffered for it.

On another note... anyone as excited for DMC5: Special Edition as I am :D 

This chapter is a long one that I wanted to write and post as soon as possible (I was tempted to wait until all chapters of Visions of V were out). I will probably come back to re-explore V’s character at a later time because damn it, Visions of V really kicked my ass with the character development.

WARNING: As I have mentioned in a separate post, there is a section of smut in here. This is actually the first full smut scene I’ve ever written, so please excuse the awkwardness... and the kinks... and if it sucks.

So, yeah. It’s now a Vergil/Reader as well as a V/Reader story. Cheers!

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4th May 01:40pm

When you woke the next morning, Shadow was still curled into your side, its eyes closed and seemingly content despite the afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows. Though you’d slept peacefully through the rest of the night, it was rather strange having another presence in the same bed as you. After all, you hadn’t shared your bed with another individual since Vergil had started leaving on his alarmingly frequent trips away from your home in Red Grave City. And although it had been years since you visited that place, the mere thought of those nights brought a frown to your previously content face. Closing your eyes and exhaling slowly, you mentally gave the box of memories a rough shove away.

It’s best not to dwell on unpleasant thing, Y/N. You muse to yourself with the slightest tensing of your body.

Sensing your change in mood, Shadow shifted to rest a lightly dozing head on your stomach, cracking a single ruby eye open to check on you as a purr rumbles throughout its body in an effort to calm you.

Running a hand through the shadow panther’s silky ‘fur’, you hummed absentmindedly in response. “Just unpleasant memories, Shadow.” When the remnant of your husband’s memories merely huffs in a feline scoff, you turn to cuddle into the Nightmare demon. “I am 100% sure that V didn’t tell me the truth last night… but if there’s anything I’ve learned over the years, prying is generally not the correct course to take to learn the whole truth. Still though,” you sigh wistfully, “My life has been so chaotic and cryptic that there are times where I wish that I was born a normal girl.”

Although you wished to say more, your lips clam up the moment that you hear a knock at the door. “Y/N? It’s nearly 2pm. Are you awake, yet?”

You share a look with Shadow, “Well, speak of the devil, I guess.” You don’t bother moving as you call out to the moral man, “You can come in, V. I’m awake, but I sure as hell ain’t getting out of bed yet.” Even though you say this, you lift your head to peer over Shadow’s dark body as V enters the room with an eyebrow raised.

“Do you have any intention of leaving your bed, Y/N? It’s well into the afternoon.” V inquires with a furrowed brow as he closes the door and continues forward to the side of the bed with a limp.

“Oh…. Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” You remark cheerfully, settling back down into the sheets as you pet Shadow. “I don’t think I will any time soon, no.”

Unsure as to how to proceed with your blatant denial to rise from bed, V gestures towards the edge of your king sized bed. “May I have a seat?”

“Knock yourself out, V. This bed is too big anyways, so… ‘free real estate’ I guess.” You found yourself repeating the meme that a group of orphans in Fortuna City had taken the time to teach you… though you were unsure if you had used the meme in the proper context.

Your eyes shifted to meet V’s green once you felt the edge of the bed dip to your left. In the daylight, with the sun’s rays pouring into the room, V seemed… sickly. It was worrying how skinny and pale he was despite the hint of power you could feel in him. If it weren’t for his contract with Vergil’s remnants, you would not have any confidence in V’s ability to defend himself should you all take on Urizen. And once Vergil had been defeated again (though you found yourself in pain just thinking about killing your beloved), would the powers disappear and leave the young man before you weak and on the verge of collapse?

“There’s no need to worry, Y/N.” V’s gaze is almost gentle as he reassures you, “I promise that I’ll not suddenly collapse.” Not realizing that you had been staring, you blinked your eyes and mumbled an apology. “No, don’t apologize. It is only natural to doubt my abilities when I look like this.” The young man gestures towards his weakened body with a carefully bitter expression that would stick with you for days to come. “My powers are limited, which is why it is absolutely imperative that we stop Urizen before he grows too powerful.” When you don’t respond, trying to find a way to comment without offending him, V took it as a sign of sadness. “I couldn’t help but overhear you before I entered. That you wished that you were born to a normal life.”

Your face scrunches up as you force yourself to sit, “If I’m being perfectly honest, V… I don’t really know you well enough to pour my heart and soul out.”

V’s smile remains slightly bitter even as he pulls out the anthology of William Blake poems and hands it over to you. “Fair enough, Ms. Y/N. By all means, save your words. I only ask that you listen to what I have learned about you and your past.” When you reluctantly take a hold of the tome, V gestures towards it, “The note written on the back cover of that volume seems to imply that the person who gifted it to you was rather fond of you.”

The book’s cover was immaculate, but upon closer inspection, you noticed that the pages have yellowed from its age. Brows scrunched and curious, you immediately flipped to the back cover and withheld a gasp at the painfully familiar handwriting scrawled along the back cover.

To my beautiful silver rose,

Perhaps it is just the slightest bit vain that I gift this book to you. After all, an exact copy of this anthology sits on my book shelf in the study. But I noticed that you’ve taken a deeper interest in these old poems as of late, so I sought out a copy for yourself. Please do not think I turn a blind eye to your sadness when I am away, Y/N. I do my best to comfort you while I have you in my arms, but I must see my goals through. When I am gone, please read these poems and think of me. Just as I will think of you.

Rest assured that no matter how far I travel, Y/N, that I will always find my way back to you.

Your loving husband,

Vergil Sparda

“You were in that place, weren’t you?” You asked V as your fingers traced the note written into the cover. “There is no way you’d have this particular volume if you hadn’t been.”

V nodded, his eyes carefully watching as you caressed the book. “When I found Vergil’s remnants, they had been drawn to that book which had been left in one of the upstairs bedrooms.”

“I left it there when Vergil embarked on his quest through Hell.” You admitted, melancholic. “The book had been a constant reminder of an empty promise, so I tried to bury my past. Obviously it didn’t work, but I left the book in Vergil’s childhood room regardless.”

“Why the book?” V wondered, “Aside from the note in the back, the tome seems ordinary.”

Handing the book back to the younger man, you merely smiled a tame smile, “It was a symbol of hope that I didn’t want, as well as a constant reminder that the man I love abandoned me in favor of demonic power.” Slipping out of bed, you grabbed a robe and ventured into the bathroom, only a final statement leaving your lips before the door shut behind you, “And nothing’s worse than to be reminded that I wasn’t enough.”

22nd May 11:32am

You’re not sure if you should be worried or relieved by how easy it was to trail V through the city wreckage as you sprinted and jumped from one roof to another. The mysterious young man traversed the streets below with his Nightmare demons protecting him as low leveled demons appeared along the path. Over the course of the past few days, you and V had taken shelter within your home in Red Grave City. Although there were times where you interacted, V regularly ventured out into the city on patrols and supply runs, seemingly under the impression that you were still injured from the encounter with Urizen at the heart of the Qliphoth Tree. More often than not, V would leave in the afternoons and return in the morning.

Although you were touched by his care for your well-being, you still couldn’t but feel distrustful and suspicious of V. The names of his demon contracts… Hence your current trailing… and as it turns out, his actual hair color is white.

With how many demons there were roaming the streets, you were surprised that V had lasted this long. Though, from your spot seated on the roof above the corner where V fought to protect a small group of surviving humans, you could tell that the younger man was becoming weaker the more he used his abilities. You would jump down and aid him if he needed it, but only if he needed it.

Your initial assessment of V was that he didn’t care for humans in the slightest after watching him walk fast the human corpses without a care. The way the younger looking man had gazed upon the carnage with indifference… you remembered shivering and thinking that there was no way he was completely human. Though, after that night, you were pleased to learn that V had quickly taken up the role as protector while the humans evacuated.

Your attention drifted back into the present when V slumped over below you, exhausted as he sat upon a pile of demon corpses. The humans that he had protected were cowering against the wall opposite of V, and you frowned when none rose to offer aid to the sickly man, who had begun to pale more than he normally did.

You heard V heave a tired sigh as he asked Griffon a question, “How many days has it been?”

The demon summon flapped its wings and hovered above his master, “Three.”

V slumped over, curling in upon himself, his dark hair hanging to cover his face. “I’m not sure that I can even last a month.” Your frown deepened at that comment. That’s news to me… shit. Now I feel bad for not helping him. You rose from your seated position and removed your eyes from V to sweep the area with a vigilant gaze.

“You’re just going willy-nilly, spending all your strength like that.” Griffon squawked mockingly, “Nicely done, buddy. If you continue like this, you’re gonna croak before the kid even returns.”

So, V’s dying? You wondered, Who is he? What’s his deal? How is he involved in this mess to begin with? Your gaze also darkens when the humans call V and Griffon monsters. We have to protect humanity, yes. But this is one of those times where I understand Vergil’s distaste for humanity. Then again… nothing is perfect.

Your eyes sweep briefly back down to make sure that V was in the clear while searching for food just as you felt several demonic presences appear behind you. Stepping away from the ledge, you nodded and unsheathed the Totsuka just as several Hell Bats and a Lusachia attempt to ambush you.

Your steps are quiet as you slide under several fireballs and sprint across the rooftop to a less narrow roof. “Okay, folks. I’m going to have to ask you to be as quiet as possible during this entire transaction we got going here.” You chirp with a smirk, voice carefully lowered to just below your normal speaking voice. “I don’t want my friend knowing that I’m spying on him. Heh.” As expected, none of the demons respond, opting to rush you with fireballs and incantations.

Your feet are moving before your brain catches up with the attacks, running in wide arcs and tight turns to avoid the incoming fireballs and incantation circle. “Sorry, what was that?” Your grin is feral as you push off from the rooftop in a wide swipe at the Lusachia, striking it with a shallow cut before kicking off of it in a backflip, free hand pulling out your Silver Rose to shoot it in the face a few times. “I couldn’t hear what you were saying!” As you stick the landing, you shoot it once more before raising the same hand to your ears, “You’re gonna have to speak louder!”

Of course the Lusachia can only groan as it falls, dying from the wounds you’ve inflicted upon it. Around you, the Hell Bats screech and rush, swooping down in lines of fire as you duck and dodge. “No, no! I wasn’t talking to you guys! You’re a bit too loud, so imma have to ask you to shut up!” Just as two Hell Bats swoop down to attack you from both sides, you holster the Silver Rose and Totsuka, getting into a wide stance. When the bats are close enough, you unsheathe the Totsuka in a single movement, cutting down the demons before they could even touch you.

The remaining Hell Bat screeches and flies back towards the grocery store’s roof, but you only grin and follow, Totsuka sheathed once more. “No, no! I’m gonna getcha!”

You are probably a step away from killing the bat yourself, when you notice a giant meteor suddenly appear in the sky above you. “Ah! Nope!” You are just in time to kick off the grocery store roof and flip to safety when Nightmare crashes into the grocery store, completely decimating the building. Wincing at the loss of the area’s last remaining food source, you crouch down upon the ledge of another roof and scan over the wreckage below. “…that was overkill.”

It seems… from how loudly Griffon was protesting, that it agreed with your assessment. “You’re killin’ me here, V! Didja really have to take it that far? You could’ve just-oh, I don’t even know where to begin!”

You watch as a boy and his mother walk out of the wrecked grocery store before jumping down from the rooftop, casually strolling over to where V and Griffon continued to converse. You were about to speak when V crouched down and suddenly took a bite out of a demon’s carcass.

The only thing you could do at seeing the younger man eat the demon meat was dry heave loudly.

Both V and Griffon freeze before turning their heads to look at you. “Aw shit!” Griffon curses, “It’s the Lady Sparda!”

You hold back the gag threatening to escape as you approach the two, eyes trained on the blood staining V’s mouth. There’s unfiltered horror on V’s face even as you crouch down and wipe away the blood with a handkerchief. “Raw demon meant cannot be good for you.” The horror softens when you sigh and offer V a hand, “Come on. I still have canned food in the pantry back home. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You don’t see the grief and regret upon V’s face as you turn to lead him out of the wreckage, hand in hand.

~~~~~

V’s Point of View

V’s green eyes never leave your back the entire way back to the house that Vergil had bought you all those years ago. He is exhausted from overusing his abilities, his mind muddled and unfocused. V can tell that the silence bothers you. He’s known that the silence bothers you ever since you’d both fled from this very city when you were children. Still, the past few hours have rendered him too tired to speak. So the silence continues.

Even as you fix him a meal.

Even as you sit down with him to eat.

Even as you guide him to the bathroom.

Even as you place a set of his pajamas on the counter.

Even as you leave the bathroom with a comment that you’d be in the study.

Even in his mute state, V doesn’t fail to see the melancholy in your eyes.

As he undresses, leaving his demon blood soiled clothes in the sink, V laments his current situation.

The house that he’d bought for you is still very much the same as it was over twenty years ago. Aside from the changes in products and appliances on the inside, it is as he left it. There are signs that Y/N doesn’t live in the building as often as she should… canned and dried food products in the pantry… a fridge empty except for bottled water and frozen meals… untouched kitchen appliances… a vacuum that seemed to be over ten years old… dust gathering in the unused rooms where they had planned to put a baby crib… his old clothes packed into boxes and shoved into the very same dusty rooms…

When the overly large bathtub is filled with hot water, V forces himself into the separate shower to quickly rinse off the dried blood and grime coating his skin. In the back of his mind, he recalls a memory where you told him that it was gross to sit in filth when taking a bath. The memory brings a constricting feeling to his chest and he doesn’t care that he drips water everywhere as he leaves the shower in favor of the bathtub.

The soap used in the shower is the same scent you’ve always used. The brand has changed, but it seems that you haven’t. His chest constricts some more when he realizes that you haven’t changed much since the last he saw you aside from your overuse of snark and slang. Sinking into the hot water and wrapped in your scent, V laments that the melancholy in your eyes was nothing new. When he was Vergil… a young Vergil from over twenty years ago… the last year spent with you before Temen Ni Gru… there were times where he noticed your eyes fill with melancholy. V winces, visibly in pain as he forces himself to remember. Vergil had known you were sad and lonely… but he had chosen to ignore your pain.

And even now, when he was no longer that man, V continues to hurt you.

The mortal half slips under the water before he knew it, his mind running wild with reflection.

Strange.

I feel rather peculiar.

I’m scared because I am weak.

I’ve resorted to depending on others because I am afraid.

That is what the weak do.

I’m…

…ever since I got this body, all I’ve been doing are things that I don’t want to do.

All of my thoughts are things I don’t want to think about.

(Y/N. Mother. Dante.)

While I’ve always intended on reflecting on why I lost (to Dante… to Mundus),

The reality is, I’ve moved on a long time ago.

I always thought I could fill this emptiness with power.

Anything that I lacked could be compensated with raw power.

How ironic.

It was only after I was stripped of all my strength that I realized…

That it was always within reach.

Always.

Deep inside, the answer was always there.

~~~~~

Y/N’s Point of View

“V?” You knock on the door to the master bathroom after around ten minutes, intent on taking the man’s clothes in order to wash them. “V, I need your clothes so I can put them in the wash.” When there is no answer, you knock again, “V? If you don’t answer me, I’m just gonna come in.” Your brows furrow at the lack of answer. “… Well, I warned you. I’m coming in.”

There’s a distinct lack of sound inside the bathroom when you enter although the dirty clothes are in the sink, “Um… V?” Your gaze sweeps across the large bathroom to rest upon the filled bathtub, and you frown when you notice the bubbles rising from the middle of the large tub. Creeping closer, you can see V under the water, his gaze empty and melancholic. No more bubbles rise from his lips, and you suddenly realize that V might be too tired to notice that he was drowning.

You don’t notice the wet floor, and you don’t care that the man is completely nude. Something in you beckons you forward, and you practically sprint to climb into the bathtub, taking a firm hold of his torso and lifting V’s upper half out of the water.

V’s green eyes blink blearily as he stares into yours. “V?” You whisper, letting go of his torso once he’d sat up on his own. Your hands come up to brush his dark hair out of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

The man lets out a shaky breath and ducks his head, nodding. “I appreciate the sentiment, Y/N. But I wasn’t in any danger. You didn’t have to climb in to save me.”

“You weren’t breathing, V.” You deadpanned, bringing up a hand to flick his forehead. “Nobody’s dying in my house.”

The two of you are quiet for a few moments until V turns to look away from you. “As much as I am grateful for you kindness, I don’t want to imagine what your husband would do to me if he finds out that you bathed with another man.”

You flush a deep red when you notice the position you were in… straddling a completely nude V in the bathtub while you sit in a soaked white nightgown that was becoming see through. “I… uh…”

You’re at a loss for words and continue to be at a loss for words when V turns back to stare you down with darkened eyes. He scoots you closer, pressing you against his body as he teases lowly, “Unless… I entice you…?”

You swallow hard when you notice that something hard is pressed up against you.

~~~~~~

Third Person Omniscient Point of View

“I… don’t…” The water is starting to cool in the bathtub, sending chills up your body even as you flush from head to toe. The only source of warmth is from V, who holds you close, his green eyes gazing at you with a myriad of emotions… Lust… Affection… Loneliness… Guilt… Mischief… Love… It has been over twenty years since someone has made love to you, and for all your faith and devotion, you want to feel that intense pleasure… that warm intimacy once more. You know that a demonic Vergil has run rampant across your home city, that what remains of your husband’s humanity has bonded with the man before you… You know that something within you call for V and beckons you to continue… to give in.

The moment that you pulled V out of the water, soaked from head to toe with concern in you eyes, V knew that he could continue this charade with you. He’d been cruel to you for most of your life, and he couldn’t bear to be cruel for another minute. He wants you to know him completely once more. As Vergil as well as V. What he wanted and need this entire time had been something you’d been willing to give him from the beginning, and Vergil had been a fool to cast you aside. Yet, with you pressed so close to him, your scent invading his senses, all V can think about is his love for you. A love that had never died, just stubbornly ignored. He’d neglected you for over twenty years because of his mistake. And now, if you are willing, he would make love to you until that melancholy has been chased away.

You gasp when V presses his lips to the crook of your neck, whimpering as he simply brushes his lips over your skin in light caresses. The mortal half smirks against your skin and whispers to you in a low rumble. “I’ve slacked in my duties, Y/N.” His hands trail up your bare thighs resting on either side of his hips, bunching up the material as his hands rise sensually to rest upon your waist.

“W-what are you…saying?” It would be remiss of you to not notice the same phrase that Vergil used on the day he asked you to marry him. When did your breathing become heavy?

V’s lips trail upwards along the column of your throat achingly slow as he kisses teasingly along the way. His thumb traces gentle patterns on the skin of your waist even as he lifts you from his hips to place you close to the edge of the bathtub. He’s on all fours, knelt before you with his arms propped up on either side of your head as he continues the kiss until he’s at your ear. “I’ll show you how much you mean to me, my beautiful wife.” V growls as he gently nips your ear.

Shocked, you pull away to stare at the man. “V…” you plead, voice weak from arousal and heartbreak, “Please don’t play with my heart like this.”

The dark expression softens as V leans forward to press a loving kiss to your lips before pulling back. “I’ve made so many mistakes in the past, Y/N. The greatest was leaving you in pursuit of power.” His green eyes are filled with guilt as he sighs miserably, “You were right. Power isn’t everything. And I was wrong to call you a burden all those years ago.” At the reminder, you flinch backwards, and suddenly it is no longer just guilt on V’s face, but self-loathing. “Because of me, we lost so much time. Over twenty years of sorrow and regrets, and I didn’t want this to be another regret.”

“So, you’re…”

“I am Vergil… but not quite.” V confirms, “I… made another mistake, and this is the result.”

V’s lip move to continue, but you quickly shut him up by pressing your lips firmly against his. Your arms are raised to drape over his shoulders, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss with a hungry moan. You part your lips before V can tease you, and heavy desire pools below when his tongue teases the roof of your mouth.

V’s hands find their way to the hem of your soaked nightgown, grasping the edges firmly and lifting when you separate briefly to assist him in undressing you. You hear your nightgown flop into the water as V tosses the article of clothing to the side, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You press yourself into V, hands rising to hold his face as your lips capture his once more. “Explanations can wait until tomorrow.” Your voice is thick with desire as you pull away just the slightest to leave the bathtub.

After casually slipping your soaked panties off, you turn back to V to beckon him after you. You can hear him leave the tub as you walk out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom.

(Smut Alert!!!)

You don’t make it to the bed before V catches up to you, his hand snatching yours and halting your progress forward. The air conditioning is on, and the cool breeze on your wet skin elicits a shiver through your body just as your nipples harden. Soon, your shivering is not from the cold air, but from the heat of having V’s naked body pressed into your back. His right arm moves to circle around your waist, pressing his palm flat against your pelvis while his left arm releases you in favor of cupping your left breast. You can feel him hard against the small of your back as V presses urgent kisses along your shoulder.

“Tell me, Y/N.” His voice is a husky growl between sensual kisses as his fingers tweak your nipple with a quick flick. “Did you ache for me while I was gone?” V’s right palm lowers to rest just over your mound drawing molten patterns just upwards of your clit. “Did you stay up touching yourself to thoughts of what I might do to you when I returned?”

You know your husband, and even if V wasn’t completely Vergil, the teasing was enough of a tell to know that he could play the long game. If you don’t answer. If you don’t let out the sinful sounds he’s looking for… V would refuse to continue. And after twenty plus years without, you didn’t want to wait another moment.

“Y-yes!” You moaned, body aching for more as your pussy gets wetter. “Every night that I’m alone.” The tortured whimper from your lips pleases V immensely as his hand dips lower to cup your sex, long fingers swiping just lightly before pulling away to show you just how wet you are.

“And when you thought of me during those nights, were you as soaked then as you are now?” His voice had been sinful as Vergil, but the deep airy whispers that V makes has you licking your lips in anticipation as his fingers play with your juices. V rests his chin upon your shoulder and brings his fingers up to his lips, “No, right?” You can’t reply, too entranced as he licks your juices off his fingers. “Hmmm.” He moans as you whimper, bringing his hand back down to rest exactly on your clit. “I want to taste more of you.” V growls, a finger toying with your clit while his remaining fingers dip into your slit, spreading your juices all over your lips.

Head tilted, you can only moan when V dips a long finger into your pussy before immediately pulling out. “V… please s-stop teasing me!” You beg, quivering as your hands raise to tug his arms close.

He hums and thrusts his hips into your back slightly, not enough for him to receive any pleasure from it, but enough so that you know how much harder he’s become. “Hmmm” V purrs into your ear, turning his hand so that it locks with yours, fingers intwined for just the moment, “Well, if that is what my love desires…” In a single fluid movement, he’d spun you around and gently guided you to rest upon your bed. “Then who am I to deny?”

Although sickly, you can’t help but salivate over how the black markings decorate his torso and arms. They trail in intricate patterns all over his torso and down to his pelvis, ending at… oh. Fuck. He’s longer than I expected. The part of him that stands at attention, partially curved up, draws your attention better than his beautiful green eyes and dark hair. You’re sure that V can hear how fast your heart is racing as he smirks, completely at ease as he saunters forward and crawls over you. There are whispers at the back of your mind telling you to touch him, but you only ignore them as V presses slow, open mouthed kisses along every inch of skin on his way up to your mouth.

He stops just shy of kissing your core, where an unbearable amount of heat has gathered.

He presses gentle, mournful kisses to the spot that Vergil and Urizen stabbed, his eyes briefly meeting yours with a silent plea for forgiveness.

He licks up the valley between your breasts, eyes closes as if he’s savoring the taste of your skin.

He issues a silent challenge by meeting your gaze as he pulls one of your nipples into his mouth while a hand plays with the other. You meet his gaze and stubbornly refuse to look away even as you feel his tongue flick and lap, even as the heat of his mouth becomes almost too much to bear.

When he finally makes his way to your mouth, V’s smiling, something that has always been rare even when he was Vergil. The slow kiss that follows is sweet and loving, but is interrupted as you gasp. V smirks smugly as his fingers circle your slit a few times before he presses a finger into you… then two. His green eyes watch you in adoration as he pumps his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy, taking in your moans as if it were the sweetest melody he’d ever heard.

You can’t help the moans that fall from your lips or that your legs spread to give V more space. You want more.

“V!” You whimper, even as he presses a third in. “P-please!”

He pretends he doesn’t hear you, continuing to finger fuck your pussy as his thumb plays with your swollen clit. It has been over twenty years since he’d had you beneath him. And with all the shit he’s pulled in the past, he wants you to cum at least once before he takes you.

After years without, you don’t last as long as you’d hoped. The rush of pleasure builds up faster than you expect. Your legs stiffen and your toes curl as the heat builds up to a climax, sending you over the edge of wild abandon and heavy breaths.

You come back from the haze to find V grinning triumphantly, licking your juices from his fingers once more. When scowl dangerously, V only continues to grin. It doesn’t take much more than a push to reverse your positions, but still V’s grin persists.

“Not satisfied, my love?”

“You know damn well that I’m not satisfied.” You mutter with a pout, throwing your legs over his hips so that you can press your soaked lips against his throbbing cock. Biting your lip, you stay still for a few moments as you look down at V, his dark hair sprawled upon the bed and lustful gaze staring up.

“And how would you have me repent, Y/N?” The words are out of his mouth before V realizes it.

You hum, tracing your fingers along the black lines adorning his chest before moving your hips to slid your pussy along his cock. “I want you to fuck me, V.” His body tenses when you continue to tease him, “I want you to fill me up. To make me cum so many times that I forget my name. To make me scream so loud from pleasure that fucking Urizen can hear it from his stupid demon tree.”

A growl is your only answer before V’s gaze darkens once more and you find yourself pressed into the bed, watching as V positions himself between your legs, lining himself up so that the head of his weeping cock is pressed to your opening.

“If Urizen hears the sounds of your pleasure, he might be compelled to take you as well.” He’s teasing you again.

“Urgh, V, jus-ah!” You’re interrupted when his hips snap forward, sheathing his cock to the hilt.

“I’ve never been one to share.” V gasps, holding onto your hips as he pulls away and snaps back.

All you can do is moan and move to meet his hips, lewd noises filling your quiet home as V sets a quick pace. After years of denying yourself the pleasures of the flesh, you can feel your cunt stretch around V. Already sensitive from your previous orgasm, it takes everything for you not to cum again just from being filled. Your soft moans and gasps of his name fuel V’s desire, and soon, as you cry for more, he sets a brutal pace, pounding into your pussy as your writhe beneath him.

His green eyes are wild as he pounds deep into your womb, something like determination in his eyes, “Y/N.” Your name is like a prayer upon his lips, “You asked me to fill you up.”

If it was possible, another jolt of pleasure shot through your body and straight to your core, and you found yourself tightening around him at what V was implying. “Yes.” You moan, throwing your hands up to wrap around his shoulders, “Yes, V! Fuck! I need you to cum in me!”

Unable to stop himself anymore, V let go of whatever control he had and thrust into you with wild abandon. He didn’t even know if he could impregnate you in his current state, and he knew that it was reckless to try, but fuck if he wasn’t going to try anyways. It was all you’d ever wanted with Vergil. A family. And if he could give you this, too…

God, you wanted to be filled. The thought of finally having a child leaves you wailing and on the edge of release. You could feel him throb as he abandoned rhythm, muttering ‘I love you’ as his body quaked with each thrust before abruptly stopping. The moment you feel his warmth spilling deep into you is when you finally allow yourself to fall over the edge with a wordless moan, pussy pulsing as you milk V of his release.

Coming down from the high, you find yourself entangled in V’s arms, the both of you breathing heavy as you both lay on the bed. Like all times before Vergil left, the two of you lay in silence, content with each other’s presence.

(Smut end… *fans self* as a side note, they absolutely cleaned up after an additional two rounds :P)

23rd May 09:32am

You woke up to the sounds of a struggle, bolting from the bed with light steps and snatching the Silver Rose from your nightstand. You heard something clank and clatter from within the bathroom just as you pressed yourself to the wall, gun raised as you peered into the room. What you saw in had you in a fit of laughter.

“Ahahahahaha! Oh my gosh! V!” Your finger leaves the trigger as you bend over with a laugh, , “I have a washer and dryer for a reason!”

V grumbled and flushed lightly as he wrestled his clean, but soaked pants from Griffon and Shadow. “…” The set of pajamas that you’d coaxed V into the previous night were thoroughly soaked through because he’d decided to hand wash and hand dry his only set of clothes.

“Guess we’ve been camping out too much, huh, buddy?” Griffon chirped after letting go of the black pants.

Shadow lets out a growl in warning, also letting go of the pants in favor of approaching you, rubbing its face against your side with a purred greeting. Though you raise a brow in question, you raise a hand to scratch behind the panther’s ears. “I have many questions, I’m not going to beat around the bush.”

V sighs and sets his clothes on the sink counter before walking towards to pull you into a loving embrace, “Let me change into some dry clothes, and we’ll talk over breakfast.”

His wet clothes feel cold against your nightgown, but you don’t mind, humming as you snuggle into V’s embrace.

15th June 06:00am

“Hurry up, Shakespeare! The Lady Sparda and I aren’t gonna wait for your slow ass all the time!” Griffon called back towards V from his perch on your right arm.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Griff. He’s trying his best.” You chide, turning to stare at V just as he closes the remaining few meters to stand at your side. The past month had been an ordeal, but here you were, about to meet up with your son to end this mess. Turning to V, you playfully nudge him, “Let’s go, V.”

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I will definitely be writing more about Reader’s time with V as chapters of Visions of V release.

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Crying In The Club .5

Overhaul x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, a bit of happiness for once?, mentions of past abuse, 

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5*

A/N: HE HO everybody. Like i promised, they would both be out today. Am I tired? Yes. Am i rushing through his chapter since my dumbass thought it would be cool to procrastinate? Yes. But none of that shit matters now. Its out and we are all good.

Edit: Did I fall asleep while writing this and never finished it? Yes. Was my laptop almost dead when I woke? Yes. Am I sorry for not keeping the promise? Yes. I is big sorry U^U

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You haven’t left the safety of your bathroom in about a week. I mean what was the point of even going out there if all your gonna remember on how horribly you wanted to get out of this shit show. You felt like nothing mattered anymore. Why should it? You were dragged away from all of your friends and family. You had no one except Overhaul. Which practically left yourself friendless except for the voice in your head.

When was the last time you even ate? You remember eating the afternoon you escaped. Soo about a week then? You hold your tummy as painful growls rumble from it. Causing you to groan in pain. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you sighed.

When was the last time you moved from your little spot behind the door? To long...

Kai-Overhaul hasn’t even tried to talk to you. Not even once. Good. You didn’t want to see his disgusting face anyways. It was the same face that gave you nightmares when you slept at night. God even thinking about that prick has your stomach turning as you resist the urge to vomit. Insignificant selfish bastard-

“Miss (Y/N)?” You sigh. It was Hari, Kai’s right hand man. You wanted to hate him but you realized that would be childish. The man never did anything to harm you, he was only trying to follow orders.

“Yes?” You reply softly, Your voice was dry from not talking in awhile. You lick your lips in order to just have some mostiure.

“You can leave the base.” Your eyes shot open so wide you thought they would pop out of your skull. Scrambling to get on your feet you pull open the door. Eyes wide open hoping he wasn’t lying to get you to open the door.

“What?! Are you serious?!”

“Yes Overhaul told me to tell you that. saying how he found someone better for the job.”

A smile etched it’s way into your face. Tears of joy fell down your face as you hug Hari. You pulled him in a bone crushing hug as you thanked him over and over again. You let him go before you ran out the door faster then you have ever ran before. You wanted to leave before Kai changed his mind.

Your feet hit the cement as the tears of joy slowly slid down your cheeks. You ran so fast that your legs felt as if they could fall off your own body. But that pain was welcomed. You would take this pain over staying with Overhaul any day.

Your feet stopped when you had bumped into someone. Your momentum of running knocked down the man and you stumbling back, trying not to fall on your ass.

“Oh my god i’m so sorry!” You profusely as you lend a hand to the fallen man so he could get up. The man took your hand and you couldn’t help but smile and nervously laugh as you enjoyed how soft the mans hands were.

“No it’s okay, I should have looked at where I was going.” You both laugh a little before you rub the back of your neck.

“Hey since you knocked me over how about you let me take you to the cafe nearby. Me falling on my ass has made me thirsty.” You laugh as you let your hand fall to your side.

Looking at the man there was no lying that he was some good ass eye candy. But you were still a little shaken up and weary about what happened not to long ago. But then again you haven’t eaten in about a week...

“You know what? I’d love too.”

~~~

Kai walked down the hallways of the Shie Hassakai on his way to Pops to tell him about his ‘break up’ with you. Finally he got rid of you. No more fighting, no more complaining, no more escape attempts,

and no more of the feeling of your soft lips against his own.

Kai shook his head at the last thought. Why do you plague his mind? How dare you distract him from his work? His goal is on the line here! He can’t have some annoying pest bothering him.

“Finally I’m free of that pest.”

“Kai just the man I’m looking for. Hows your girlfriend?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, i’m sorry to here that my boy. Don’t worry stuff like that happens!” Pops patted Kai’s back.

“Yeah.” Kai laughed. Trying not to give the secret away.

‘I just met someone new, that’s all.” Kai lied, well kinda. He had met someone new who would do the work for money.

‘You know (y/n) didn’t do it for the money.’

“Oh well that’s too bad. I hope you let her down easy.”

“I did.”

“Well I must be off, see you later my boy.” With that Pops walked off. Leaving Kai to take a long sigh. Stopping in his tracks as he rubbed his temples.

Now thinking about it, you never even asked for anything in return, not money, not jewelry. Nothing. You just...did it. Even after everything he put you through you never asked for anything. Why? Why didn’t you ask for something? What was your plan?

‘Maybe she was afraid?’ Thoughts ran wild in his mind before his phone rang, making his pants pocket vibrate.

Opening the phone he noticed it was the new girl. Picking it up before moving it away from his ear. immediately regretting his decision.

Ugh he couldn’t stand her voice. So insufferable. Sounded like a drying dog. At least your voice was smooth like honey. Yours so calming and sweet-

“No stop it!” Kai yelled at himself. You need to get out of his mind. You were plaguing it like the disease you were. How dare you? How could you make him so confused on what he feels about you. He should hate you! 

Kai swore if he thought about you one more time, he would go insane.

~~~

You couldn’t help but giggle. The man was just a charmer! Not to mention he has a great sense of humor! You just couldn’t get enough of him and his jokes. Man it felt amazing to be laughing again, this time knowing you weren’t going to get killed for it.

“So why were you running earlier?” His question caught you off guard but it was fair. You were running like your life depended on it. To you it felt like you were. But to him and looking through his eyes it was only reasonable.

“Ex-boyfriend troubles.” You laugh nervously before taking a sip of your tea. Might as well drink something cold before fall and winter roll around. The taste of the tea hitting your tongue gave you s little smile. You look at the tea before turning your attention back to the man in front of you.

“Well don’t worry, I’m here.” You both laugh as you put a strand of lose hair behind your ear. Man this felt nice to talk to someone who you weren’t afraid of.

“Good to know.”

~~~

‘Oh god can this woman shut up already?!’ Kai thought to himself as he tried to ignore the chattering that came from the woman next to him. Who kept pointing at useless stores that he wished would just disappear if he stared at them long enough.

Since he made the deal with the new girl, with her getting paid and everything, she demanded that they went to the mall together.

“Hey are you listening to me?!” The girl as she screamed at Kai.

“Yes (R/N).” God this woman was going to be the death of him. If he killed her right there would anyone tell on him?

“Okay good! The take me to bath and body works! They’ve got a sale going on!” Ugh he hated that store with a burning passion. All those unholy scents made him want to pass out.

Once they entered the store Kai cringed as all the scents that the store contained filled his nose. Making his nose hurt, causing him to crinkle his nose. He shook his head before staying at the front of the store trying his best to avoid all the horrific scent that this store held. He watched as all of these people in such a closed space pretty much bumping elbows. Disgusting.

“You too man?” Kai turned his head to see another male only a few feet away. By the looks of him, he was in the same exact situation.

“I fucking hate people.”

~~~

“Wow this is so much fun!” You laugh as the man showed you his favorite places in all of the city.

“This....this is nice.” You smile genuinely at the man.

“It was, can I walk you home?” You were about to say sure but then you remembered that your ass was pretty much homeless now. Well shit. Kai had you in that room for so many months that you knew your lease with your landlord would have been broken. Pretty much gone.

“I-uh...I use to live with my boyfriend and then he kicked me out hehe...” Great now he was going to think you were some sort of -

“That’s too bad. I know a place where you could live. It’s a place where you can live there and stay until you get back onto your feet again.” The man smiled at you and you couldn’t help the tears of joy slide down your face. You hug him in desperation hoping it all wasn’t just some sick nightmare.

“This is the nicest thing someone has ever done for me.” Tears drenched your face as you sniffle at bit.

“Hey I’m just doing what my father did to my mom.” The man chuckled. You couldn’t help the giggle that crept out of you as well.

[ofpackandpride]

Subhuman CH2

You put your good arm around Isaac’s shoulders to keep him close as he presses his tongue against yours. You moan into his mouth, sliding your hand to his shirtless back when his hands squeeze your ass.

You smile and lift your hips up off your bed when Isaac tugs at your sweatpants, allowing Isaac to tug them down. You moan when he leans over you and sucks at your neck, gasping when you feel his hand wrap around your length.

“How long do we have?” Isaac asks, breathless against your neck as you shudder.

“Probably only like fifteen min-” You pause when you hear the loft door slam open, assuming Isaac heard it too based on his panicked expression.

“Y/N? Isaac?” You hear Derek yell as you move the blankets and slide under them, motioning for Isaac to do the same.

“Up here!” You call back, fluffing Isaac’s hair on one side to give him a bedhead look before moving so your head was on Isaac’s chest and his arm was wrapped around you.

You hear footsteps go up the metal stairs and force yourself to relax and close your eyes, hoping Isaac catches on.

“What are you two doing?” Derek asks from the doorway, eyebrows raised in true Derek manner.

You open an eye and yawn, internalizing your surprise when Isaac speaks for the two of you. “I was helping Y/N sleep, I heard something and came in to check on him and he was having a nightmare. I woke him up and helped calm him down and he wanted me to stay, is that alright?” You nod along to what Isaac says, watching Derek’s eyes soften in sympathy.

Derek’s sad smile speaks volumes for you. You know what he’s been through and intend on helping Peter finish what he’s started, if not for you then for them. “I brought food, come down when you're hungry.” 

“Thank you.” Isaac says as you nod against his chest, giving Derek his confirmation.

Derek gives the two of you one last look before heading back out.

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“What are we even doing at the school?” Isaac asks as he follows you inside.

You pause in your step, Isaac coming to a stop alongside you. “Getting vengeance for my family.” You answer as you continue to your destination.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Isaac asks as he falls back in place next to you. “What are you going to do?”

You glance down at your destroyed arm, watching it bounce in the sling it’s in. “When he was an Alpha, Peter, My father, hunted down those who participated in the Hale fire. Not everyone on the list is gone, I’m changing that.” You explain, honing in on the heartbeat in the chemistry classroom.

Isaac doesn't have time to ask any other questions before you kick the door open, startling Harris as you walk into the room.

Harris stands up and instantly starts yelling at you. “What do you delinquents doing here?”

You take out your claws with a smile, shining your eyes in delight as you watch Harris’ eyes widen when he sees your claws. “You helped her.” You say, approaching Harris as he backs away.

You don’t care that Harris is looking for any way he can find, he won���t make it that far. “Who? Who are you talking about?”.

“Kate Argent” You answer, the scent of his fear growing stronger as you get closer. 

“I don’t know who-”

“Bullshit!” You yell, claws growing more in your anger. “Father got all the information he needed that night..”

“What are you talking about?” You can hear the desperate panic in his voice.

You place your hand against his throat. “The night Father came here just like me and got you to confess. The bar, the way you told her how to get away with murder. I know it all.” you say before swiping your claws across his throat. “By the way, I never liked you.” You whisper as he clutches his throat.

You hear Isaac’s heartbeat racing by the door and turn to him. “He helped burn them all down, Isaac, everyone I’m after helped with the fire.” 

Isaac takes a few breaths, listening to your heart and calming himself before replying. “I believe you.”

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The plan hadn’t worked, everything that could have gone wrong did.

You hear Derek grunt and fall as he’s paralyzed by the Kanima venom. Dashing to your Alpha and moving him away from the danger of the fight ensuing as much as you can with one arm.

Hearing a pained gasp and smelling fresh blood, you see Isaac falling as Allison pulls her knives from his back. You growl and flash your eyes as she spins her daggers and approaches you and your Alpha. “You’re not getting to him.” You growl out, making sure she sees you flick out your claws.

Allison doesn’t say anything back to you, just increasing her pace to kill Derek. You growl and start shifting, long fangs and claws that are sharper than ice emerging as you claw off the sling on your bandaged arm. “You think Derek’s a monster for killing your bitch of a mother but she could have lived as a werewolf, she cared more about her honor than her own daughter.” You tell her, smelling her anger and hatred. 

You finish clawing off the wrappings on your arm and hold it out for her to see “That night you hunted Erica and Boyd? This is what happens when you leave people with Gerard.” 

“ALLISON DON’T” 

You and Allison both turn to where Scott was running to the two of you. Scott stops running and looks at your injured arm, discoloured skin that has cracks making it look like broken clay and claws that don’t match your uninjured arm. 

“Allison!” You whip your head back to her when Scott calls her name, ready to kill to keep your Alpha safe. You didn’t expect the Kanima to have its claws around her throat. “He’s right Allison, now is not the time for Derek to die.” 

You inch back towards Derek when Gerard speaks. You know there’s no way you can get Derek and Isaac out but on the other hand you know you can take down Gerard and the Kanima, not while you don’t know what’s wrong with yourself.

“Thank you, Scott, for bringing them here like I asked.” Gerard says, making you try to block Scott from Derek as well.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. If I do this then I can be with Allison” Scott reasons. 

You get ready to fight, hoping Peter can get the others out in the worst case scenario. “Don’t be sorry, be afraid. If you do this, I’ll kill her.” You know making him mad will make him stronger, but he’ll also make more mistakes. 

Scott roars and charges you with wild slashes, not semblance of grace to his movements.

You trade hits with Scott in a losing battle, you were a newer beta than Boyd and almost killed right after. You were nowhere near ready to fight an experienced werewolf that hasn’t been hurt.

After taking a deep gouge to your stomach, you go to hit back when you hear Isaac cough to your right. In the short moment you shift your attention to Isaac, Scott swipes his claws straight over your eyes.

You grit your teeth and jump back, holding your good hand over your blinded eyes.

“You don’t know what you're doing, Scott, stop!” You hear Derek yelling by where you left him. You focus on the heartbeats of Derek and Scott, charging at Scott's and swinging your claws in an attempt to get him away from Derek. 

You feel flesh rip and almost immediately get thrown away by Scott, hitting the wall with a bang and falling to the floor with slowly fading consciousness. “Isaac, I’m sorry.” You mumble, fading into slumber with a hand outstretched for him.

[dlwritings]

Never Have I Ever | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - Tom x reader word count - 2,193 warnings - implications of sex and mention of nudes A/N - for the two anons who requested | the Never Have I Ever bit is based on this classic One Direction interview

summary - You and Tom had been dating for a while, and a stupid iCloud hacker caused some intimate pictures to leak. When things get a little awkward at an interview, your cast mates had your back.

It’s in the moments when life is going really well that one should start to get suspicious. Especially when your life is so publicized, you should always be on your toes.

You should’ve known when things were going so well with Tom that they were bound to come crashing down eventually.

Your relationship had been going on privately for about six months. You met on the set of Spider-Man: Far From Home. You weren’t playing an important character or anything, just one of the background students going on the European trip. Something about you just caught Tom’s eye. The more time he spent with you, the more he realized he was falling for you.

However, your publicists were both very strict about your relationship needing to remain private. While nothing about the two of you being together was illegal, the world didn’t exactly need to see Hollywood heartthrob 23-year-old Tom Holland parading around with up-and-coming singer-slash-actress 18-year-old (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Everyone on your teams could already see the headlines, and they wouldn’t exactly do wonders for either of your images. Tom would be seen as a perverted cradle robber, and you would be seen as a ladder-climbing slut. It was pretty much a lose-lose situation.

So, you kept it on the downlow. Your friends, immediate family, and fellow castmates knew, but you never went public about it. This didn’t mean you couldn’t go on dates together, but PDA had to be minimal to non existent. This wasn’t a huge deal, because you weren’t one to make out with your boyfriend in public anyway. So, everything was going fine.

Again, that was when you should’ve realized everything was about to go to shit.

There were a few weeks when Tom was filming in Prague and you didn’t need to be there, so you were home in London. During those weeks, it was only natural for you and Tom to have some intimate conversations. You were both young, and going from almost daily sex to none at all wasn’t easy. You sent him a few pictures, he reciprocated, there were a few steamy phone calls and some text messages here and there, but that was it. It was all normal young adult behavior. The only thing was, neither of you were considered normal young adults.

You got the phone call in the dead of night. One phone call you might’ve missed, but the endless stream that was coming in was impossible to ignore. You saw the caller ID read Monica - manager, so you answered it, feeling panic settle in your chest immediately. Monica was a friend at this point -practically an older sister- but she would have no positive reason to call at 1:00 in the morning.

“Everything’s fine,” she said as soon as you picked up.

“Monica-”

“Someone hacked Tom’s iCloud,” she said.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “So?”

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Apparently, the two of you have shared some, um, intimate phot-”

“OH MY GOD!” you screamed. “NO! No way! FUCK!”

“It’s okay,” she said, trying to calm you down. “It’s okay.”

“It’s very clearly not okay!” you shouted. “My naked photos are on the internet! You know who has access to the internet?”

“I mean-”

“Everyone!” you said. “And you know who is a part of everyone?”

“(Y/N)-”

“My mom!” I shouted. “My mom is going to see naked photos of me. She probably thinks I’m still a virgin! Oh my god. The whole world is going to think I’m a slut.”

“Okay, but you’re not a slut,” Monica said, her voice soothing.

“But-”

“It’s very important to me that you know that this does not make you a slut,” she said. There was that older sister vibe coming out. “Everyone shares nudes, alright? Someone else stealing and sharing those doesn’t make you a slut. Okay?”

You took a stabilizing breath. “Okay.”

“We took the picture down where it was originally posted,” she said. “I’m sure people have already saved it though, but you know what? It’s going to be fine. We’ll tackle the PR when it comes up. There’s nothing we can do about it now except handle it like adults and remind the world that you and Tom are both adults.”

Tom.

“Okay,” you said again. “Thanks for calling me.”

“Try and get some sleep,” she said. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Sleep,” you scoffed. “Right.”

As soon as you hung up with Monica, you called Tom. He picked up on the first ring. “(Y/N)-”

“Why’d you put it on the cloud?” you shouted, unable to stop yourself.

“Everything backs up automatically!” he said defensively. “This isn’t my fault!”

“Well it isn’t my fault!”

“I’m not saying it is!”

“Whose fault is it then?”

“The 40-something-year-old pervert who hacked into my account and leaked the photos!”

You couldn’t help but let out a short laugh. Tom did the same, and you ran a hand through your messy bedhead. “This is a disaster, Tom,” you mumbled.

“I know,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, waving a hand dismissively even though he couldn’t see it.

“You know, it’s going to be brought up next week during press,” Tom said. In your sleepy state, you had forgotten that next week, you were starting press for the film. You sighed into the receiver.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you said.

The following week came, and neither you nor Tom had responded to any of the internet’s comments on the nudes. Your publicists both decided it would be best to address the situation only when it arose during an interview. That way, the words could come directly from your mouths without any chance of misinterpretation or poor wording from a tweet or Instagram post. It would also come across as more professional than if Tom blabbed about it during an Instagram live.

The first interview that happened was on Jimmy Kimmel Live. You had both done an interview with Jimmy before, and he was one of the nicest guys on late night TV. You hoped he would be kind about it all. Maybe, if you were lucky, he wouldn’t even bring it up. To make the night even better, you would be sharing the couch with Jake, Jacob, and Zendaya. You knew you’d be a little bit more at ease with them there.

Everything about the interview was going fine at first. Jimmy was asking you all questions about the film and what life behind the scenes was like with such a crazy cast. After the commercial break, Jimmy informed the audience that you would be playing a game. The game, of course, had already been approved by your PR team. That didn’t mean you had any idea what it was.

“We’ve asked Twitter to send in their best questions for never have I ever,” Jimmy said. “Now, I’ve not seen any of these questions, but they have been cleared by our team.” Jimmy handed the five of you paddles that read I HAVE on one side and NEVER on the other. “I will be playing too, because I think it’s only fair,” he said with his usual smile.

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, but you painted on your superstar smile to mask your nerves. Surely the questions wouldn’t be that bad if Jimmy’s team cleared them.

“From Paula comes, Never have I ever danced naked in the rain,” Jimmy said.

“In the rain?” Tom said.

“Naked?” Jacob clarified. Jimmy nodded with a laugh as he flipped it to the NEVER side. Everyone put NEVER except Jacob.

“Alright, Jacob?” Tom laughed.

“Listen, we’ve all had some wild nights, alright?” he said. “This is a judgement free couch.”

“Alright, next,” Jimmy said with a laugh, “comes from John: Never have I ever joined the mile high club.”

You and Tom looked at each other for a millisecond that you hoped wasn’t caught on camera. Even though it was a lie, you put NEVER. There were some things you just weren’t going to reveal about yourself, even if the whole world had already seen you naked. Jake put I HAVE, and swore he wouldn’t say who he joined with. 

“From Alex: Never have I ever-” Jimmy cut himself off with an awkward laugh. You could tell he wasn’t too thrilled with the questions either. You wondered if someone would get fired after this. “Never have I ever been naked in public.” More questions went by like that: smoked a joint, slept with someone twice or half my age. All things that could stir up PR nightmares and just made you into a liar. 

Jimmy started to read the next. “From Kayla: Never have I ever-” It was evident he was upset, and you wondered for a moment if he’d even read it aloud. “Never have I ever taken a nude photo.”

Laughter spread across the audience as you all played with the paddles in your hands. You couldn’t even get yourself to look at the camera, and Jimmy threw his paddle over his shoulder. “Whoever picked these questions,” he said with a slight laugh, “is in for a stern talking to tonight.”

“Honestly, what did they expect?” Jake asked. “You give us these paddles, and you really think we’re suddenly going to answer these questions? Like Yeah!” He waved his own paddle in the air. “I’ve done all the drugs! Cocaine, heroine! Marijuana is a pussy’s drug.” At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or serious. Still, the audience laughed, and Jake threw his paddle behind him too. He looked at the camera and pointed at it. “We know what you sick perverts want,” he said, “but listen here. These kids-” He pointed at you, Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. “-are media trained superstars, alright? You really think that Tom “Spider-Man” Holland is gonna stand up and say, This morning, I woke up, rolled a joint-” He was doing a terrible British accent while miming his actions and had everyone dying. “-and then took a dick pic before running through the streets of Los Angeles butt ass naked? You really think this guy is gonna say that? They’re not gonna say that!”

Zendaya took the paddle from Tom and took yours as well, then put them together so the I HAVE sides were touching and both sides of the paddle said NEVER. “They might as well say this, Jimmy,” she said, thrusting the paddles back into your hands. “Never, and never. Never. Never.”

“Yeah!” Jacob agreed. “You all are sick!” He folded his arms across his chest with a sarcastic huff, and everyone applauded him while laughing. You almost had tears in your eyes.

Within a few minutes, the show went to commercial break, and Jimmy apologized profusely to the five of you, mostly to you and Tom since everyone knew the questions were directed more at you. “I honestly had no idea what the questions were,” he said. “I have no idea why they were cleared.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “I think it’s safe to say though that you guys-” You looked at Jake, Zendaya, and Jacob. “-saved us.”

“We’ve always got your back,” Zendaya said, giving your arm a comforting squeeze. You smiled and laid your head on her shoulder while Jacob reached out and squeezed your hand. Jake was talking quietly to Tom, and you could see in both of their eyes that Jake was saying something meaningful. Tom was smiling appreciatively and nodding along.

By the time you and Tom got back to your hotel, the clip of you on Jimmy’s show was already trending. You showed Tom all the tweets, and the two of you shared a laugh. “Glad we can laugh about it now,” Tom said, getting under the covers of the bed beside you.

“Oh believe me, I’m still crying inside,” you said, “but the others made it a little easier.”

“And I didn’t?” Tom teased.

“You’re the one who got them leaked in the first place,” you said.

“You said-”

“I’m joking, div,” you said, hitting him with one of the pillows. Tom laughed and lightly smacked you back. You eventually curled back up to his side, and Tom put his arm around you.

“In all seriousness,” he said, “I’m really sorry this all happened.” You looked up at him to see him already looking down at you. “It’s not fair that this shit is already happening to you. I feel like, like I’m supposed to protect you, you know? And I just fucked that right up.”

“You don’t need to protect me,” you said. “That’s an extremely outdated gender role.” You placed a kiss to his neck, just below his jaw. “But I appreciate you looking out for me. We can’t control the rest of the world. Just ourselves. Just because I can’t trust the rest of the world to respect my privacy doesn’t mean I can’t trust you.”

You were both quiet for a long time, and just when you thought Tom had dozed off-

“You’ll still send me nudes when I’m away, right?”

“I hate you.”

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[leahxx129]

The Last Descendant (Sam Winchester x Reader) pt.2

Summary for pt.2: You wake up in an entirely unfamiliar place but soon run into a familiar face. As the days pass, you grow closer to each other but every good thing has to come to an end, right?

Warnings: cursing, careless medication use

Word count: 2.850-ish

Read Part 1 HERE.

You wake up with a headache and an unusually dry throat, but these are minor inconveniences comparing to the fact that the room you’re in strikes you completely unfamiliar. You have no idea where you are. You throw off the covers and try to get up, but a painful throb in your left leg slows you down a bit. You examine the aching limb just to discover an apple-sized deep purple spot on it.

„What the hell happened?” you mutter under your breath. Eventually, you bring yourself to get up and limp over to the bathroom. 

„Well, you look like crap, princess!” you compliment your reflection and decide to wash your face, which, you conclude, doesn’t help at all. 

You find some painkillers in the nightstand drawer and pop a few pills, not caring to read the instructions regarding the dosage first. You find your stuff on a chair in the corner but decide against putting the skintight jeans on. Your leg definitely isn’t in the condiotion to be sexy, so you just slip into your ankle boots that go surprisingly well with the oversized male plaid shirt you’re wearing. Walking gives you a great deal of trouble, but being the stubborn ass person you are, you choose to ignore it and leave the room anyway. The corridor is way too lit and it gives off a hospital vibe, but you can tell this place isn’t one. There is a strange symbol on each door which seems remarkably familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on it just yet. You wander aimlessly through the corridors that follow each other until you hear a noise coming from a room. When you limp closer and peek in you can see a man standing in what appears to be a kitchen, back turned to you.

„Best defense is a good offense, so here goes nothing…” you think to yourself as you creep up behind him as quietly as possible. You grab a frying pan from a hanger and just as you are about to give it a swing, the man turns around and grabs your wrist.

„Whoa..hey..Y/N!”

You stand there speechless for a second but regain your composure considerably fast.

„Abercrombie?! What are you doing here??”

He rolls his eyes.

„I thought we’ve established it’s Sam and I live here.”

„Then what am I doing here?!”

„Y/N, just calm down, okay? I’ll explain everything-”

„Well, I’m listening!” you cut in nervously.

„Give me the frying pan first, before you hurt anyone!” he commands, and you hand him the kitchen utensil despite your unwillingness. „Great. Now take a seat, I doubt your leg is already as good as new.” he comments, his eyes lingering on the purple spot. „Want some coffee?”

„Sure.” you sit down on the chair closest to you „I drink it with two loads of sugar, sprinkled with a little bit of an explanation.”

He gives you the most authentic bitchface you’ve ever seen in your life as he sits down across to you and hands you your coffe.

„It’s kind of a long story.”

„I’m listening.”

„Well…in a nutshell, you forgot something in the hotel room and when you came back for it, I invited you to have a few drinks as a sign of my gratitude for saving my ass. Then after a few too many we caught up on that kinky wild sex you had joked about before.”

You stare at him doumbfounded, which he finds very entertaining.

„We drank absinthe, didn’t we?” you finally manage to say while running both  hands through your hair „I mean I love that shit, but it can fuck me up real bad.”

Your comment seems to break him, and he starts chuckling.

„What? What’s so funny, Winchester?” it takes a couple of second before it dawns upon you „This didn’t happen, did it?” you ask through gritted teeth.

„Nope. But you should’ve seen your face.” he shoots you a content smile.

„Quit messing with me because bad leg or not, I can still kick your 6”2’ ass.”

„Is that really the way you’d treat someone who saved your life?”

„What do you mean? And I want the truth this time.”

He sighes and his expression turns grim just in a matter of seconds.

„Remember the blonde chick with the vampire you killed?” you nod „Turns out she wan’t a victim you saved from becoming monster snack. She was his mate.”

„Oh, okay. And?”

„And… you could say that she was kind of pissed off that you decapitated her one true love. So, when you took off on your bike and turned on the interstate road, she hit you right in the side with a truck. It’s basically a miracle that you got off with nothing more than a fractured leg bone.”

You gulp your coffee slowly.

„Based on that look on your face, this is not the end of the story, is it?” 

„No.” his voice is barely above a whisper „She then took you to a nearby abandoned warehouse and… and she wanted to turn you. That’s when I arrived. You see, the part of you forgetting something in the hotel room wasn’t entirely a lie. You left your machete there. I went after you immediately, assuming you left the way you did as that’s the only way out of that town. I saw your bike in the bushes and the signs lead to the warehouse…. I was just on time.”

You can feel tear drops forming in the corners of your eyes, so you wipe them off before they have the chance to surfice. The fact that he cared enough to save you stirs up so many unwanted feelings, feelings you thought died a long time ago.

„Thanks.”

„No problem. You did the same for me.”

A long silence falls on the kitchen.

„Y/N?”

„Hmm?”

„When I fought with the vampire, something weird happened.”

„Yeah?”

„Yeah. When I cut her on the arm with your blade, she just… froze. Like… almost as if something was already killing her from the inside.”

You hesitate a little. Should you tell him? After all, he saved you. He deserves to know. Certain parts, at least.

„It was forged with dead man’s blood. Incapacitates those fuckers just long enough for hunters to cut their heads off. Real piece of work, might I add.”

He nods as if he’s confirming a theory.

„One more question… where’d you get it?”

„Every girl’s gotta have her secrets, Sam.” you smirk at him mysteriously.

You steal quick glances at Sam whenever he’s not looking. And when he’s researching, he rarely looks at anything but the lore book. What is it about this man? What is it that makes you sit here and help him instead of running? What happened to staying out of everyone’s business? A few hours ago he told you everything… he’d been drunk the night you met, because his brother’s in trouble and he has no idea how to save him and he just lost it. But the worst part came when he mentioned the Men of Letters and that you’re currently at a safe house of theirs. This only should’ve made you grab your stuff and get gone, but the part involving angels and Michael above all is kind of the main reason for leaving and never looking back. And yet here you are, helping him, convincing yourself it’s because he saved you and your leg still needs time to heal… You shut the book you’ve been reading a little too fast, drawing his attention to yourself.

„If I have to read one more sentence, I swear my eyeballs are gonna start spinning around in their sockets and I’ll see my brain.” you say quickly in your defense, looking as innocent as possible. The right corner of his lips curls into a barely visible smile.

„Go get some shut-eye. You’ve been very helpful, Y/N, thanks.”

„Yeah, I’ve been helpful at finding nothing….” you murmur in response.

„Hey, you went through an entire book in just a span of a few hours! I call that help, even if there is no relevant information in it. Sleep well.”

„Will do.” you force a smile knowing exactly how big of a lie your reply is.

You limp back to the room you woke up in and read the manual on the painkilling drugs.

„Shit!” it’s not strong enough to knock you out for the entire night. „Well then, Sam might crap his pants later this night when the show starts…” you whisper to yourself and take a couple of pills.

The fatigue and the warmth of your blanket soon sends you to sleep. You don’t know how long you usually go without dreams, but at one point they always appear. First, they start off nice, mostly memories of your family. You, your father, mother and brother having a barbecue in the backyard, or just watching TV in the living room, anything basic you enjoyed doing with them. Then there’s a turning point when everything goes to hell. They appear and slaughter your whole family in front of you, one by one. Your father is the last one. He sees you hiding and tries to mouth something to you, but he’s choking on his own blood and you can’t make out anything, at least not until it’s too late. Every scream, every death rattle stops once and for all and that’s when you realize what he was saying. And you do it, regardless that it’s almost no use. You always wake up exactly when this happens, sweaty and screaming, but this time it’s different. There is someone calling your name.

„Y/N, wake up…Jesus, Y/N, wake UP!!” you hear a deep manly voice. Still in the haze of your recurring nightmare, you’re not able to identify who and you do what any person in this line of job would – try to incapacitate the intruder. In a blink of an eye you pull the person onto yourself, then shift so you would be on top and point the gun you got from under your pillow in their face. You’re seeing stars from the pain that shoots through your leg as a result of your swift movements, but you do your best to ignore them and supress the urge of crying out. The only thing disturbing the heavy silence is your panting.

„Sam?!” you finally recognize him.

„Uh, yeah!” his hands are in the air, his gaze is shifting between the gun and your eyes. „I heard this awful screaming coming from your room and I thought something happened…”

You let the gun down and avert your eyes.

„Yeah, not so much. I mean, when people witness this, they freak out, but it’s just another typical night of fucked up sleep for me.”

„You were tossing and flailing and… it honestly sort of looked like you could hurt yourself.” he adds in a low tone.

„Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. It’s fifty-fifty.” you admit, which quite frankly surprises you. You don’t really open up to anyone.

„I see…” his eyes then slowly travel all the way down your body from your face to your thighs as you are still stradling him.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you slide off him to his right side.

„Sorry about that. And, well, for the whole thing.”

„Oh, don’t be, it was nothing at all. I’ve seen a lot worse actually.” ha pauses for a second, but can’t keep himself from asking „Hey Y/N…Was this…was this about the reason you got into the life?”

„Make a guess.” you respond sarcastically, and he draws his brows together in confusion, awakening some guilt in you. Sam is just trying to be there for you to which your reaction is pushing him away.

„I’m sorry.” you sigh „Yeah. It was about the reason, damn straight. You know how everybody gets into the life by losing someone?” he nods „Well, try losing your whole family at fourteen. Now that can mess your head up real bad. Even though it’s been more than a decade now, my subconscious makes sure I never forget what happened.”

„You know, if you’d like to share-„ he starts but you jump in.

„I appreciate it, Sam, I really do, but I don’t think I can do it.” 

„Of course, it’s fine. „ he gets off the bed and starts towards the door but stops halfway and sits down in a chair. You look at him perplexed.

„Uhm, Sam? What are you doing?”

„Nothing. Just making sure that if you fall asleep, you won’t hurt yourself.”

„By sitting there and watching me sleep like a weird-ass creep?”

„Now that you say it out loud, yes, I admit it sounds way worse than it actually is-”

„Sam, I don’t need a sleeping nanny. I’m a big girl, I can handle a few bruises every now and then.”

„Y/N, please. I’m pretty sure that seeing my naked butt added to your trauma, so please let me do this for you. Let me help you. Or at least let me try.” he pleads. You suddenly realize the weight of his words. He really wants to do this for you and for himself. He couldn’t help his brother, and this chance strikes him as a step on the path of redemption.

„Okay. I hope you don’t snort.”

He smiles at you gratefully. You replicate his expression and turn to the other side and try to fall asleep again. You have no idea how much time has passed but you can’t take it anymore. You sit up abruptly.

„Okay, this isn’t working. I can’t fall asleep knowing that you’re sitting there and staring at me.”

„What? I’m not staring, don’t be ridiculous.” he scoffs.

„You know what? Come here.”

„Beg your pardon?”

„Sit here beside me. Or lay down. Or whatever. This way the whole thing won’t have that creepy stalking vibe.”

„You sure about that?” maybe you’re imagining it, but his voice sounds a bit higher than usual.

„Yup. Although I might kick you a few times, which I apologize for in advance.”

„O-Okay.” 

A couple of second pass when you feel the bed sink in a little bit on your left side.

„We can share my blanket if you’d like.”

„Thanks.” he whispers, and you feel him tug on the fabric.

„Good night, Sam.”

„Good night, Y/N.”

When Sam lays beside you, he makes sure to keep a certain distance between the two of you. But during the night when you wake up, you find yourself a little too close to him. Your head is on his chest, your right arm is around his torso. One of his arms is around you, his lips brush against your forhead. You can feel his hot breath fanning your face. Your very first intinct is to jump out of the bed as far away from him as possible, but somehow you don’t follow it. What the hell’s wrong with you now? Or was something wrong with you earlier when you thought cutting everyone out was the only way? You have no idea. And the fact that Sam’s hold around you tightens does not aid you in finding an answer.

The next morning you prepare breakfast by the time he wakes up. None of you mention the proximity you’ve experienced the previous night. The day goes by with researching. You try to crack a joke occasionally and it appears effective – he rewards them with a smile, even with a laughter once. 

Later on, your attempt at a peaceful slumber is again ruined by your restless subconscious. Sam bursts through the door. This time you don’t pull a gun at him – your shaking hands and tear-blurred eyes wouldn’t even let you - but sternly express your desire for him to leave. Being a Winchester, he does the exact opposite, this time not bothering to keep a distance.  Somehow your figure and his fit perfectly. This goes on for a few days, but you decide to leave. The research isn’t going anywhere, but Sam’s Mom and a friend named Bobby supposedly have a lead on his brother. Plus, you have your own business to run, you can’t keep on playing vacation and miss out on everything.

As a surprise, Sam’s fixed your bike that got trashed in the accident.

„I’m nowhere near my brother, but I did learn from the best.” he says shyly, scratching the back of his ear.

„No, Sam, it’s perfect. Couldn’t have done a better job myself.” you say as you stand on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek. Your lips may linger a little longer than they should. „Thanks. For everything.” you add, your voice scarcely a whisper. He smiles down at you, not saying anything.

You walk to your bike, but before you put your helmet on, the words basically just fall out of your mouth. 

„Hey, don’t be a stranger, Winchester. You should call sometimes.”

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

To Keep You Safe

Title: If we go down, then we go down together

Chapter: 22/22

Author: hopeless_romantic_spoonie

Summary: Life as the assistant to Tony Stark was busy, but boring. All of that changed when I touched something I shouldn't have and woke up with strange new abilities. If I thought that trying to figure out my new place in life as an Avenger was tough, I had no idea what was in store for me once I ran into the frustrating God of Mischief, Loki.

Rating: Explicit

Notes: I apologize for how long this chapter took in getting to you! 

Big thanks to @yespolkadotkitty​ and @just-the-hiddles​ for cheering me on and pushing me on to get this finished when I got frustrated!

Also on Ao3 here :)

Warnings: Language, blood, violence, death. There’s a fight scene, so, all that goes with that.

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One month after the downfall of Hydra at the gala, uneasy peace had fallen over the Compound. The facility was in a holding pattern, every occupant waiting with bated breath for word of Thanos’ return to Earth. It was only a matter of time, and until then, all we could do was prepare the best we could.

Loki, thanks to his accelerated healing, was in fighting shape within two weeks. A hard glint entered his eyes whenever the Mad Titan was brought up, and I would rest my hand comfortingly on his arm, his back, or his thigh, to silently remind him he was safe and present with me.

After facing the fear of losing him, I didn’t let him out of my sight for more than an instant. He, thankfully, seemed to preen under the attention when he wasn’t helping Nat kick my ass in the gym. I was still the least experienced of the group, and even with my powers, I was a liability if someone became distracted because of me.

Fear drove my actions, and when Loki would pin me to the cushioned floor of the gym, demanding that I do and be better, the pent-up cocktail of rage and worry fueling him flashed in his eyes.

We trained. We fought. We worked.

We were as ready as we would ever be, unless we died of anticipation first.

~~~

“Hey, hey,” I sleepily reached over, shaking Loki’s bare shoulder beneath the blankets. “Wake up, you’re okay. Loki!”

He lurched upright in bed and straddled my hips beneath the sheets in one swift motion; a dagger pulled from his hidden pocket dimension kissed the taut skin of my neck while his other forearm pressed down across the top of my chest. His eyes were wild, unfocused and erratic as they darted over my face blindly in the thralls of his nightmare. His ragged breathing was practically deafening in the otherwise silent bedroom.

I didn’t dare move. As tensions rose from the threat of Thanos looming over our heads, his nightmares had increased, too. Last week he had almost strangled me after a particularly bad nightmare before he realized what he was doing, and he was just beginning to forgive himself for that; I didn’t want to add an accidental throat-slitting on top of his misplaced guilt.

Not dying also seemed like a good idea.

“Loki, it’s me. It’s okay. You’re safe here, with me, I promise. I’m safe. It’s okay,” I cooed quietly to him, chanting the words steadily to bring him back from the hellish imaginings of his mind. I maintained eye contact even as I called on the power coursing through my skin to pull on the metal chain of my bedside lamp, illuminating the room in an orange glow.

Slowly, the glaze over his eyes lifted, and he blinked down at me, pulling the knife from my skin and sending it back to where it came from with a look of horror. He tried to pull away from me, incoherently mumbling apologies, but I shook my head, hooked my hands behind his shoulders and my feet around his calves to pull his comforting weight down onto me. He resisted for but a moment, muscles tense and unyielding, before he sighed heavily and let himself melt into me, holding most of his weight on his elbows on either side of my neck.

“You okay now, handsome?” I asked quietly, voice muffled by my lips pressing into his disheveled raven hair as his face found sanctuary in the hollow of my throat. One of my hands trailed up his bare back to scratch lightly at his scalp, a move which was almost guaranteed to calm him down.

“I just want to face him and be done with it,” he growled against my skin. He pressed a light kiss to my collarbone before lifting his head to stare down at me, the creases in his forehead and the thin line of his lips revealing the worry and frustration he barely contained.

I craned my neck to kiss him thoroughly, only letting my head fall back to the bed when I felt him responding to me, his hips rolling against mine and his tongue snaking out to tangle sinfully with my own. We panted into the small space between us, eyes hooded with lust.

“In time. Don’t you always preach patience to me?” I teased, dragging my hands down his arms to come to rest on his biceps, rubbing them appreciatively with my thumbs.

“I’ll show you patience,” he threatened, swooping down to capture my neck in his lips, drawing out hearty, contented laughter from deep within me.

~~~

Tony’s voice cut through the music blasting through the speakers in the gym, making my steps stutter as I grappled with Loki. He caught me handily, righting me while we listened to the louder-than-life voice blare out, “Okay guys, it’s showtime. Get to the jet ASAP, dressed to kill a giant purple asshole.”

For a second, I couldn’t comprehend what Tony had said. The moment we had been waiting for was finally here, and the shock of it glued my feet to the floor. I lifted my gaze to Loki standing in front of me. Rage ticked in his jaw and steeled his eyes. With a golden glow, his athletic sparring outfit changed into his leather armor, oiled green and black fitting him perfectly and matching the golden-horned helmet adorning his head. I hadn’t seen him wear that in person before, and it added a menacing height to his already towering appearance.

He was grandiose, larger than life, and he was pissed.

Shaking myself mentally, I jerked my head toward the door for him to go ahead to the jet before sprinting off, adrenaline flooding my body and putting an extra boost in my steps.

Hydra had disposed of my old uniform, so Tony had a newer, higher-tech version made for me. It smoothed over my body like a second skin, bulletproofed reinforcements covered my torso, upper arms and thighs, and the forest green material glinted with metal fibers woven throughout so I could fly - well, a bastardized version of flying. Two wicked jagged knives, courtesy of Loki, sat in built-in holsters on the outside of my thighs, easily accessible by physical reach or with the buzzing powers just beneath my skin. My sturdy boots thudded onto the floor, echoing throughout the large minimalistic areas of the Compound before I bolted outside.

By the time I reached the hangar I was winded, following on Nat’s heels - who looked lethal in her black leather suit. We sprinted up the ramp, and I immediately sought Loki, forcing myself to take even breaths as I planted my hands on my hips.

Tony and Steve were in the cockpit, although Tony was quickly replaced by Nat who tapped him on the shoulder and gestured for him to get up. Vision and Wanda flew passed me to land close to the front of the jet, immediately observing the hectic energy as everybody answered the call to arms. Loki stood off to the side, fingering a throwing knife in his hand as he stared unseeing at the floor.

My feet carried me to him without my having made the conscious decision. Just as I was nervous before the last mission we went on and he was there for me, I would be there for him. My hand settled over his spine at the middle of his back as I came to a stop at his side, turning to face Tony. In my peripheral vision, I registered Loki lift his head, but he said nothing, only crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin, face devoid of any discernible emotion.

Tony strode purposefully to the center of the jet just as Sam ran up the ramp, and we lifted off seconds later. All accounted for after his quick glance around the small space, Tony nodded to himself and brought up an image of Thanos on the screen built into the wall behind him.

“Okay, so I just talked to Strange and Thanos will hit New York City just a few minutes before we get there, so we have to hit the ground running. He’s going after Strange and the Time Stone, and this is our shot to take him out for good. We know he has a close circle of baddies around him, and Strange said he’d have an army, too. The doc is working on getting the Wakandans and Asgardians, plus Thor, there but it’ll be tight.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and his shining dark eyes darted between each of us. “Be safe out there, guys.”

With his anxious parting words, he cast a spell of tension over the ship. Wanda and Vision bowed their heads together, talking quietly amongst themselves, hands held tightly between them. Sam went up to kneel by the cockpit with Steve and Nat, who were flying the jet at breakneck speed toward New York City. And Tony crossed over to us, lifting his metal hand to clasp my upper arm firmly.

“Don’t do anything reckless out there, Pebbles,” he instructed me, voice a little shakier than I suspected he would’ve liked. He gave me a small smile and a squeeze on my arm before dropping his hand to hold it out to the stiff Asgardian at my side.

Surprise flitted across Loki’s face before he could smother it with a look of focused intensity. He didn’t shake Tony’s hand; I didn’t expect him to, but he did dip his chin in a small nod of acknowledgment. “Stark.”

“Give ‘em hell, you two, and watch each other’s backs,” Tony said with a smile, full of bravado once more. He joined the others at the cockpit without further preamble, allowing Loki and me a moment alone.

You knew better than to ask him if he was okay, because whether or not he was, he wouldn’t answer anything but the affirmative in mixed company. Instead, we mimicked the other couple on the ship, prying Loki’s hands from their rigid position crossed over his elbows to hold them in yours. His emerald eyes, fierce with just the barest hint of fear widening them, locked onto mine. I plastered on the strongest, most determined expression I could muster, squaring my shoulders and setting my jaw.

“I won’t let him touch you again,” I said lowly, both a vow and reassurance.

He gripped onto my hands like they were tethering him to the moment, and I could barely detect the chill of him through the thin gloves protecting my hands. I yearned to feel his skin against mine one more time, but there wasn’t time for sentimentality. He gently tugged me into him so I was securely tucked beneath his arm and my forehead pressed into the hollow of his cheek. He had no words, and I had depleted mine. What did you say when you were facing the very real possibility of your death with the one you loved most? It would have to be enough just to be together, breathing each other in as the engines of the jet whined our descent. “Don’t forget; our goal is to kill Thanos and keep him from getting the stone from Strange. Do whatever you need to do to make those things happen,” Tony called out just as the jet settled onto the ground with a shudder and the ramp descended, filling the tight space with distant panicked screams.

It was chaos. The Quinjet had touched down in the middle of an intersection, and the sound of sirens and battle thundered against my ears. Or that could be the thunder booming in the sky as Thor stepped through what looked to be a hole in the air, surrounded by an orange circle, followed by Valkyrie and what could only be described as a mob of Asgardians, armed to the teeth and screaming their rage as they attacked what appeared to be alien dogs - weird black and yellow creatures with mouthfuls of jagged teeth charging down the New York streets on four and six legs, attacking anything in their path.

The rest of the Avengers set to action, heading into the battle with no hesitation. I ripped my gaze from the horde of aliens to search the crowd for Thanos, but he hadn’t made his appearance yet. Loki stepped up to my side and caught my eye, throwing his hands to his sides as daggers appeared in his grip. I poured all of my love for him into the quick look we shared.

And then he was off, illusions of him spreading out and charging headlong into the fray. Determined to keep him close to prevent him from as much harm as I could, I ripped my own knives from the sheaths at my thighs and followed, hoping that the fear clawing at my insides would turn into adrenaline once my blades had been anointed in the blood of my enemies.

It was too hectic and crowded to rely on my powers to carry me in this battle, so I gritted my teeth and faced the first monster head-on. They were shockingly tall, towering over me as I ducked to slash at the backs of the ankles at the first one that came up to me, snarling and swiping at me with giant clawed hands that I barely ducked. Fuckers are fast! I had to use all of my strength to pierce their skin, and the blue blood that tainted my knives shocked me for just a second too long.

The back of a monstrous hand slammed into my chest, knocking me down to the ground, and when the thing advanced on me, hunched and seeking my blood, I reacted without thinking. My hands twisted in the air, wrenching a light post from the ground and pulling it up over the throng to slam into the alien, pinning it to the ground around its neck.

I scrambled to my feet, panting from the exertion, sweat dripping down my face and into my eyes irritatingly. Sam flew over the crowd, spinning in the air so that his wings sliced through the thick leathery hide of the creatures.

I caught sight of Loki just a few feet away, fighting like it was a vicious dance. He was all swift, sure movements that flowed from one to the next, daggers an extension of his body as they plunged in and out of the creatures indiscriminately. Each duck and thrust of his body appeared expertly choreographed as his mind and body worked together in familiar patterns he had mastered over hundreds of years. The green aura of his magic interspersed throughout it all, used to send an opponent flying or distract one with an exact fearsome copy of himself before he stepped through it, daggers taking advantage of the quick moment of confusion to render their lives null.

Chanting broke through the din and I whipped my head towards it to see two large circles appear in the side of a building. A man floated in the air, clad in a red cape, and I assumed that had to be Doctor Strange for all Tony had told us about him. Through the circles came a wave of warriors, chanting and brandishing spears, led by the Black Panther and Bucky sprinting into battle.

“Squidward incoming!” Tony’s shouted voice sounded distant through the watch I wore beneath my suit.

I stood on the balls of my feet, knees bent, daggers drawn as I tried to figure out who the hell he meant by ‘Squidward’ and how much of a threat someone could be with that nickname. Although he called Loki ‘Reindeer Games’, so dumbass nicknames obviously didn’t imply strength.

A figure cut through the air, regal and bored as he surveyed the fighting below. His grey skin and weird nose made him look like Squidward, so at least Tony was accurate in his smartass remarks.

My teeth clenched as I pulled a traffic light from a post and directed it at him with a sweeping motion of my arm. The alien didn’t even blink as he changed its course, throwing it into a group of Asgardians and Wakandans battling the monsters frenzied beneath him. Determined, I whipped an abandoned car into the car and hurtled it in his direction, but that was deflected, too, and at me with breakneck speeds.

Defensively, my hands shot into the air, and the car stopped just inches from me, wrapped in two shades of green light. I let out a breath I had been holding and dropped my hold on the vehicle, and the brighter green light remained for half a second before the car was launched once again at the back of the floating monster.

Loki stepped forward several feet away from me, eyes narrowed and hands clenched into fists at his sides, watching the car as it smacked into the alien, sending them both careening to the ground.

There wasn’t any time to rejoice in the impact. A beam of purple light split down the street and destroyed anything it touched. Loki collided into me, knocking the air from my lungs, and carried me from the line of fire with the help of his superhuman speed. I patted his arm to thank him - there wasn’t time for anything else - and then we both turned to the source of the energy strutting down an abandoned street.

Thanos.

His hand rose in front of him, covered in a gold gauntlet that reflected the shining midday sun, and the light purple Power Stone was barely visible seated in the accessory. An almost inhuman shout of rage tore from Loki’s throat beside me, and he was gone before I could blink having vanished on the spot. As if he had heard Loki’s rage, the Titan turned toward me, leveling me with a wide, almost peaceful smile.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I ran. Not away from the terrifying man like I should have done, but towards him like an idiot with a hero complex. Tony and Vision flew overhead, beating me to Thanos, who was sending bolts of purple waves at the two men. Wanda sprinted alongside me, eyes and hands glowing red as she grabbed pieces of rubble and tossed them at him, distracting him like a gnat to a dog. I took her lead and reached for any bit of metal within my grasp, trying to wrap light poles around his ankles and benches his wrists, but every bit of debris was either obliterated with a beam of purple light, or sent flying by Squidward, who had come back to fight at Thanos’ side sporting a cut across his forehead.

“We need to get that gauntlet off of him if we want any chance at killing him!” Steve shouted to the group through the watch comms, relaying our new mission.

Loki was still nowhere to be seen, but the distinct touch of his magic was evident in the green-lit objects soaring toward Thanos and Squidward. Bullets and explosions clouded the area in smoke as Bucky, Clint, Sam, and Tony all directed their heaviest firepower at them. Thor even stormed towards the two, lightning taking out those in his way effortlessly. It just seemed to piss them off for all the help it did, but it was a distraction, keeping them from harming anyone else while we all worked to get the Power Stone out of Thanos’ grasp.

“Got it, Mr. Stark!” came from behind me, followed by a thin figure in red and blue swinging into the thick of it.

“Kid, get out of here!”

“But the bad guys!” Peter almost whined, his age showing itself. He landed on the side of a building and shot a web onto the gauntlet and tugged with all of his might.

Steve, directly in front of me, held his shield at his side as he ran at Thanos with everything he had in him. I made to follow, called to help end this once and for all, but white-hot agony stopped me, erupting across my back.

A pained cry spilled from my lips and I whirled around for the source. One of those alien dogs, this one with six limbs, echoed my outburst with an angered roar. His claws dripped red with my blood. I couldn’t linger, couldn’t worry about the agony that throbbed with my pulse, not when this monster swiped at me once again.

I took a risk. It was stupid and reckless and Tony would kill me if he saw me do it. But Nat and Loki would be proud. I didn’t think, I only reacted. I ducked and stepped into the alien, making its attack overshoot me, and plunged both of my knives deep into its neck as hard as I could. Blue blood drained from the wounds, soaking my hands and staining my suit, but the dull of its eyes was worth it, even after the edge of a claw dragged down my cheekbone, rending the flesh and filling my mouth with hot copper.

“Hold him!”

Loki’s voice, twisted and strained, pierced through the air above it all in a battle cry that sent chills down my spine. I turned just as Spiderman’s web ripped the gauntlet off of Thanos. Steve physically held onto one arm while Wanda used her powers to assist him, and Tony and Sam had the other.

But it would not be enough.

Directing the power coursing through me at the metal woven into my suit, I sheathed my knives and curled my fingers upwards, rising shakily into the air. It was a delicate balance, trying to figure out how to fly, even though Tony and Wanda made it look so damn easy. I didn’t have time to make it perfect and graceful. All the Avengers clinging onto Thanos were showing signs of strain, and I still didn’t know where Loki was.

I clumsily careened through the air toward Thanos, catching an eyeful of his gray underling beheaded at his side, before I clamped my legs around his neck, hooking my ankles together. His shout of rage shook my entire body with the power of it, but I tamped down the fear that shot through me like lightning. I ripped my weapons from my sides to plunge them into his shoulders on either side of me with as much force as I could, bolstered by a scream that ripped at my vocal cords.

“Where’s Vis? We can’t hold him much longer!” Wanda gritted out to my right, a floating fiery spectre.

“You do not need him,” came Loki’s voice, somehow cutting through the hectic noise of it all. He appeared out of thin air feet in front of Thanos, daggers in hand and eyes blazing. I had never been so close to him looking so angry, face twisted into a man I didn’t recognize as he calmly stalked forward until he was within arm’s reach. Using his powers, he lifted me from around Thanos’ neck and lowered me to the ground behind him.

Pulling the long bladed weapon from his back, Loki cut Thanos’ head clean from his body with his own weapon and dropped it to the ground after the deed was done.

Thanos was dead.

In movies the battle always stopped once the main villain was killed, but this wasn’t a movie. While his lackey, Squidward, was dead, there was still an impressive horde of aliens to kill. And with the wounds bleeding life-giving heat over my back, face, and neck, it would take everything I had left to make it out the other side.

All the Avengers, including Loki and myself, dispersed without comment to dispatch the leftovers.

Everything was a blur of animalistic sounds and flashes of movement. I ducked and dodged each blow as best I could, digging deep for every ounce of strength within me to make sure I saw the end of the battle. I couldn’t worry about my teammates, even as I heard various cries of agony ring throughout the air, as I wouldn’t be able to help them if I joined the mounting piles of bodies scattered throughout the city.

The stench of blood was thick in the air, choking me and tearing my eyes as I shoved my knife into the eye of a monster, following its body as it collapsed on the ground, landing crouched with my feet on either side of its head. I took just a beat to catch my breath, panting and sweating and straining to find the next threat to my life, when something encircled my wrist, yanking me around.

My knives were forced from my hands, and I screamed before I was jerked into a lean, leather-clad chest. My body knew who it was before my mind caught up - I’d had months to memorize the feel of him - and I ignored the sharp sting of my cheek to press myself against Loki, wrapping my arms around his back. I held onto him for dear life with my eyes clenched tightly shut, assuming that he had only come to me because we had somehow lost, something was wrong, and he had taken these last few moments to give in to sentiment and come to me. That was the only feasible explanation for this blatant show of affection.

“It is over, little one,” he said lowly, lips moving against my temple as he bowed his body around mine.

I blinked my eyes open, glancing around at the grisly scene before us. Bodies, both human and alien, littered the streets. I searched the still, bloodied faces for those of my friends, my found family, heart in my throat as I clung to Loki to reaffirm the knowledge that his would not be amongst them. I came up empty, thankfully, and brought my chin to his chest to stare wearily up at him.

Bruised, bloodied, injured with a cut to his eyebrow and his jawline, he was magnificent as he returned my searching stare. He frowned, removing one hand from my hips to tilt my face to inspect the gash along my cheek.

“I’m okay,” I assured him, and I meant it. I was injured, yes. My back and face felt as if they had been lit on fire, sure. But he was safe, my friends were alive, and the ghost hanging over Loki’s head had finally been vanquished. Everything was trivial in comparison to those facts.

“You are an exquisite warrior, and you are mine,” he replied, eyes flashing just before he crushed my lips to his in a bruising kiss. It was everything I had wanted from him before the battle, love and trust and strength, but now it was sweetened with the freedom and relief that he now held over his future.

There was nothing hanging over us now.

~~~

Somehow, the Quinjet had survived the battle in working order. Sporting various injuries and covered in blood and crime, we made a motley crew as the Avengers all climbed onto the ship. We had stayed long enough to make sure that the Time Stone was still safe in Strange’s possession, and for Wanda to destroy the gauntlet with the power stone inside of it.

I sank heavily to the floor of the jet as Nat and Steve lifted it out of the city, exhaustion and relief a powerful combination of drugs in my system that liquified my bones and muscles. Loki came to sit beside me, gracefully folding his long limbs beneath him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, careful to avoid the long gashes on my back, and held me close. My hand fell to rest on his thigh. I was too worn out to find purchase on the slick leather of his armor to anchor it elsewhere.

“How are you feeling?” I whispered, taking in the unreadable expression on his face.

He puzzled over it for several moments. I could see the gears turning in his head from the furrow in between his brows and the distant expression in his eyes. Finally, the tension melted away, and the corners of his lips ticked up the smallest amount. “Avenged.”

I slapped his thigh and shook my head. “Terrible joke. But really, are you okay?” I knew how I felt after killing my captor, my torturer: numb, almost empty. It hadn’t changed what had happened to me, only removed the threat lingering in the shadows.

His mouth opened to reply, but he was cut off by Thor coming to a stop in front of us. Loki tensed up beneath my touch. Clearing his throat, Thor held out his massive hand, a grave expression unnatural on his normally cheerful face.

“You fought well,” he praised him, rich voice hinting at a small amount of trepidation, “brother.”

I nudged Loki in the ribs when he didn’t move, and slowly, Loki stood up beside me. He reached out and clasped Thor’s hand, pumping it up and down once.

“As did you.”

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“Hey, Mother Nature, you wanna lose to me next?” Sam asked, boastful with a hearty laugh that suited him well.

I pulled Loki to the bar beside the pool table, squeezing his hand before releasing it to call two beers from the fridge for us, handing one to him after I popped the metal top off with a flick of my thumb. Such trivial use of my powers was refreshing after months and months spent working to rid the world of Hydra, and then Thanos. My eyes rolled as I took an appreciative swig of my beer. “One, I hate that name. Two, how do you expect to beat me or Steve at pool with your arm still in a sling?”

Sam winked. “I got skills, baby.”

Steve shook his head at me and shrugged his shoulders. “Once the news gives you a name, you’re done for. Mother Nature, you are, sweetheart.”

I patted Loki on the shoulder, and he set down his beer momentarily to lift me onto the bar. I tangled my fingers into his hair, guiding him back between my spread legs so I cradled the back of his head against my stomach. I let my hand fall to rest on his shoulder, caressing the soft skin of his neck idly. “Mhm. That’s why we’re all mostly healed two weeks later and you’re still broken. Got it.”

“Hey, we can’t all have freaky powers. I don’t think the world could handle me if I were any more amazing than I already am.”

“What’s going on in here? Someone throwing a party and forget to invite me?” Tony asked loudly, strolling into the room followed by Nat, Bucky, and Bruce.

“We didn’t forget,” Steve deadpanned, grabbing a pool cue from the wall.

I bent down to press a light kiss to the top of Loki’s head, breathing him in for a moment. He tilted his chin backwards and up to give me a content smile.

“I love you,” I promised, tracing my finger over the scar slashing through his brow with my fingertip.

He captured my hand to press that same fingertip to his lips. “I love you.”

“Get a room, lovebirds!” Nat teased, tossing a used lime from her shot so that it bounced harmlessly off of my chest and fell to the ground at Loki’s feet.

Laughter, carefree and pleasant, rang throughout the room as the Avengers assembled for a bit of well-earned relaxation.

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Panic Attack ft. Eremika<3

A/N: I cried a little bit while writing this one! Hahha. I don’t know, I imagine Mikasa having horrific anxiety. They're just so easy to write for <3 Anyway, the original is on my Wattpad: loldonutsss . I have an Eremika series going right now (: LEMON!

When Eren and Mikasa were little, she always struggled with nightmares. His parents had agreed to allow them to share a bed so he could comfort her if need be. When she turned 10 though, they seemed to get worse, and even he couldn't soothe her, at least just by holding her. Carla used to draw her a bath when they got really bad and it worked like a charm; the warm water would soothe her tiny, achy frame enough that she would finally fall asleep when she'd returned to bed. When his mother passed away and his father left, because he was unable to cope with the traumatic loss of his wife, Eren took over the task of drawing Mikasa a bath for her nightmare induced panic attacks. When they finally started dating, he took to holding her in the shower in a desperate attempt to calm her. This is what he's currently doing, because it felt like someone was puncturing her brain with an ice pick.

Mikasa had woken him up in the night, around 3:30 am to be exact, sobbing in her sleep and crunched up in a fetal position. He’d wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair as he held her tighter. He tried whispering sweet nothings in her ear, stroking her hair, everything that she usually finds to be comforting; but none of it seemed to be working. That's how they ended up in the shower at 4:00 am. That's how he ended up holding her as she sobbed into his neck, lathering her body with her lavender body wash, and even used it on himself so she could breathe in the soothing scent whenever she has her face buried in his neck. Eren gently rubbed his hands on her warm, soft skin to rinse off the suds, gently combing his fingers through her long, black hair. Mikasa took a deep breath in attempt to fight off the hyperventilating as quietly as she could into his chest, occasionally pressing her lips to his skin to muffle her cries. After a while of winning and losing the fight against her own mind, she rests her forehead on his shoulder, using her coping skills to slowly settle her hysterics. She was finally relaxing, soothed from the hot water running down her back, the scent of her favorite body wash, and, of course, his touch. Eren just stood there quietly, slowly rubbing his thumbs across her hips. She sighed deeply in attempt to stop even out her heartbeat and eventually succeeded, letting out another shaky sigh before she finally looked up into his eyes. He offered a slight smile and reached up to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Even your tear stricken face is absolutely breathtaking." Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips as she slowly closed the gap between them. Mikasa slid her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen their kiss, pleased to feel his hands press into her low back. She often finds herself feeling horny after crying her eyes out, which almost always resulted in a very much welcomed situation such as this. Eren tasted the saltiness of her tears on his tongue as he returned her frantic kisses and quickly concluded that she must have had that nightmare again. They only pulled away when the need to breathe was too overwhelming to ignore; creating a sweet, sticky, passionate smack. "How do you feel?" he whispered to her as she leaned her forehead against his.

“I-I..." Her voice was soft, yet it conveyed that she'd been crying.

And it broke his heart.

"Mikasa..." Eren whispered as he slid a hand up her back and sunk his fingers in her hair. "I love you so so much." She pursed her lips as a tear rolled down her cheek and crashed her lips against his, sighing softly into his mouth as she melted in his arms. Mikasa quickly found herself to be completely lost in him as she always is, tears still invading their kiss. He slowly pulled away and buried his face in her chest, nibbling, licking, and kissing her skin as he did everything he could think of to drive her wild. Eren's teeth grazed her skin as he took her nipple in his mouth to tease it with his tongue. Mikasa moaned and gently gripped his hair between her fingers as she held his head against her, sighing happily when he began to suck. He groaned when she involuntarily ground her hips into his and slowly brought his hands down her back to grab onto her ass.

"I need you..." Mikasa’s voice indicated urgency and desperation as she quickly turned in his arms to latch onto the shower bar. She eagerly spread her legs for him and moaned when he teased her with the head of his cock. Eren leaned down and kissed her back as he placed his hands on her hips, slowly burying himself deep inside her heat. "Erennn.." She moaned softly in response when his hips began to move in a steady rhythm and pulled hers into him. Mikasa almost collapsed from the pleasure; the confirmation her psyche needed that he’s still alive and the overwhelming endorphins coursing through her body immediately sent her over the edge. He wrapped his arm around her lower abdomen and briefly slammed her hips up and down his throbbing cock, sending her into a fit of gasps and whimpers as she hung her head. "Faster!" Eren smiled against her skin and groaned in response, pulling her hips into his faster until she let out the most intoxicating sound; the sweet combination of a yelp and a moan. It wasn't long until he felt her walls quiver around him as she came with a soft cry. He groaned and slowed his pace in a desperate attempt not to cum before she had at least one more orgasm, because the sounds she's making are driving him wild and she just feels so fucking good.

"I love you, Miki..." Eren whispered to her as he dug his fingertips into her skin and just as abruptly started slamming into her, pushing and pulling her hips so they had a steady rhythm. She trembled as she slapped a hand on the wall to maintain her balance and moaned helplessly. But something in her broke in that same instant and Mikasa cried out with pleasure as she felt her body begin to release.

"Oh my god, Eren! Don't stop!" She sounded as if she were on cloud nine as he pumped into her with fervor. Mikasa arched her back as she let out a loud moan and came around him, hard. But he kept going, oh, he kept going, and her moans quickly turned into high pitched cries. Eren grunted all the while as he rode her through her climax and finally allowed himself to reach his own, slamming into her one last time as he emptied his load deep inside her womb. He kissed her back and snaked his arms around her waist as they both struggled to catch their breaths, turning his head to kiss the side of her neck. Mikasa's body relaxed in his arms as she leaned back into him and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Better?"

"So much," Mikasa sighed with contentment as he held her tighter. "Thank you..." He smiled against her skin and gently nibbled on her neck. Eren turned towards the shower head as he dropped one arm from her waist and reached down to turn the water off.

"Oh, believe me, Mika," Eren smiled as he tugged open the shower curtain and pulled two towels out from a clean pile of laundry. "That was entirely my pleasure." For the first time since she woke up crying, Mikasa gave him a chuckle as he leaned in to plant a kiss on her lips and handed her a towel. He tied one around his waist before he stepped out of the shower and reached for her favorite short, red robe, that truly has seen better days. She had hair wrapped in a towel when he turned around to look at her, relieved to see a smile on her face, the same smile that he's always loved. Eren held his hand out to assist her out of the shower and into her robe. "You look stunning in that shade of red..." She secured it on her waist and placed her hands on his chest.

"Remember when you told me that you wanted to take care of me, instead of the other way around?"

"Pshh, I'd never say anything like that to you." Eren scooped her up in his arms and paused at the bathroom door so she could switch off the light. He smiled when her sweet, soft lips kissed his cheek.

"You're full of it," Mikasa chuckled softly in his ear as she lay her head on his bicep and gazed up at him. "Eren, I know I say this..." she giggled as her back hit the sheets and he crawled up her body. "I know I say this all the-" Eren smiled as he interrupted her with his lips and kissed her passionately. Mikasa wrapped her arms around his neck and eagerly returned the favor as she slid her hands through his damp, brown locks. He slowly pulled away and smirked when she flashed her beautiful smile. "Youtakereallygoodcareofme!" she rushed to say before their lips collided once more and moaned softly into his mouth as he slid a hand along one of the legs she has wrapped around his waist. Eren abruptly pulled his lips away from hers and buried his face in her neck, focusing his tender kisses here instead. She let out a quiet gasp as he lightly nibbled on the spot. "Mm, that's nice..." her stomach fluttered when she felt his lips smirk on the middle of her neck.

"Your skin is so soft," He whispered as he suckled on her skin and smirked inwardly when her fingers gripped his hair. "I could do this all day."

"I mean, I'm certainly not going to prevent you from doing that.." Mikasa bit her lip as she watched him push her robe open to expose her chest and place his hands on her breasts, kneading them gently with his fingers. Eren took his time kissing down her chest and paused to look into her eyes for permission before untying her robe. She pressed her lips together as she nodded her head and smiled when he leaned in to kiss her softly, his hands working quickly to tug the knot apart, slowly trailing kisses down her body. He slipped his arms under her thighs to pull her closer to his eagerly waiting mouth and smirked when she shuddered from his touch.

"Mikasa," Eren whispered as he kissed her inner thighs and french kissing her slit. "I think I know which nightmare you had." He looked up at her and smiled when her eyes finally met his. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. You won't get rid of me that easy." Eren dove into the sweet spot between her legs, causing her hips to involuntarily jerk into his mouth as he licked her clit. He used his fingers to keep her slippery pussy lips apart and continued to rapidly flick his tongue across the swollen nub until her hips twitched in response; immediately ceasing his ministrations to allow her body to collapse on the bed from the pleasure. "Besides..." he slid his hands around to her inner thighs and smiled as he slipped two fingers inside her. "We have a family to raise someday and grandchildren and great grandchildren to look forward to." Eren wiggled his fingers as he licked and kissed all around her delicate folds, causing her to let out a wide array of pleasurable noises; melting into the sheets as he ate her out. Mikasa cried out his name when he made her cum and held her breath as he continued to work her clit with his tongue. She arched her back as his fingers moved faster; clenching the sides of his head with her thighs. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.

"Oh, god, yes!" Mikasa clawed at the sheets as her body writhed from his incessant touches, and he slid his arms back under her thighs to hold her still against his mouth. He sealed his lips around her clit and gently bit down with his teeth as he suckled on her pussy. "Erenn!" she quickly came with a mix of a cry and whimper as he sunk his tongue inside of her, drinking in her fluids when she. Mikasa collapsed on the bed once more, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she recovers from her multiple orgasms. Eren kissed up her torso as he reached down to fix her robe and rolled off of her to lie on his back, stretching an arm out for her to curl up into him. She happily allowed her body to relax in his arms as she cuddled into his side and smiled when he tugged the blankets over their bodies. "You were right."

"Wow," Eren chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her and rested his hand on her shoulder. "I don't think you've ever said something so erotic." she giggled and flicked his chin with her finger.

"Be quiet."

"Fine, fine. Please, do continue to tell me about how right I am."

"It was the nightmare you were thinking of."

"The one where -" Eren didn't need to bother finishing that question, because the way her hand slid across his chest and the way she nuzzled the crook of his neck told him what he already knew. "Mikasa..." he paused as soon as he felt her tears on his shoulder. "Miki, look at me," his heart sank when the same sorrowful eyes from just hours before carefully studied his. "Nothing is going to happen to me. Not if I can help it." Mikasa bit her lip as a tear rolled down her cheek.

He doesn't understand.

He doesn’t understand.

"Eren," her voice cracked as she lay her head on his chest, because looking at him makes it more difficult and she needs to hear his heart beating like a normal heart, not like the one nightmare she had where it was so slow, that she could barely hear it. "It's not just that. The way you died was so incredibly brutal and I-" she took a shaky deep breath and sighed. "I couldn't do a n y t h i n g. It was like time froze when that...that thing tore you to pieces." Eren held her tighter and gently placed his hand on Mikasa's cheek, slowly running his fingers through her long, black hair. "I remember exactly what the dream version of me felt, Eren, and it seemed so fucking real. I remember holding my breath and taking off after it not even giving a shit about my own safety because the thought of you dying is simply too hard for me to grasp. I can’t live the way I’m supposed to; happy, satisfied, loved, supported, without you, Eren. I-I don’t know what I would do if I lost you, I-I’d never be the-” Her body shook as she remembered the nightmare and just how bloody, violent, and gory it was. His arms squeezed her tighter as he kissed her forehead.

"Hey, hey, hey," Eren whispered to her as he planted another kiss on her forehead. "You beautiful, incredible woman..." he smiled and leaned his cheek on her head. "We don't even need to start worrying about living without the other for a very, very long time, right?" Mikasa took in another shaky breath and sighed quietly into his chest. "Remember when I said we'll always be together?" she hummed softly in response and yawned. "Then you have nothing to worry about."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Eren."

"You'd still suck."

"Eh, what can you do," Mikasa chuckled as she softly kissed his neck."I only suck because you like it." Eren let out a mix of a groan and a chuckle as he pictured her blowing him expertly. Holding her hair in his fist to prevent it from getting in her mouth..

"Eh, what can you do."

"Eren."

"Mika."

Her giggle. It's so refreshing.

"I hate you."

"Honestly, Miki, same." Eren chuckled as he looked down beside the bed when a very cold, wet nose bumped into his hand, and gently gave Mikasa's hip a pat or two in order to coax Isla up on the bed. "Isla, come here girl." she put her paws on the bed and quickly pulled herself up. The puppy crawled across his stomach and plopped down in the space between their feet at the end of the bed, taking a big sigh as she settled in. "So, you see, I have class in a couple hours, but the problem is..." he trailed off as she lifted her head enough to press her lips to his for a quick kiss. "I don't want to leave my beautiful minx of a fiancée."

"I'd be pissed if you stayed home," Mikasa propped herself up on her elbow and smiled. "But I'll be here eagerly waiting for your return..." she slid her hand up his chest and cupped his cheek as she slowly brought their lips together. He groaned into their kiss when her teeth grazed his lower lip and her fingers gently tugged on his hair. Fuck she's so hot! Fuck she's so hot! Eren blindly placed his hand on her breasts and squeezed until she broke her lips away to let out a moan.

"Mikasa," Eren chuckled as he nibbled on her neck. "You're making that decision a lot more difficult. I'd prefer to stay here and just..." he gently tweaked her nipple and smirked when moaned softly. "...play with you." she giggled as she playfully slapped his hands away and rolled over onto her stomach with an over dramatic yawn. Eren smiled as he reached over to dust the hair out of her face. "Well, you didn't have to stop."

"No, Eren," Mikasa’s voice conveyed an amused smile. "You don't want me to touch you so you can have an easier time choosing class and that's totally fine." she bit her lip to conceal her quiet laugh when she felt his arm slide across her back and curve around to pull her body into his. Eren chuckled as he buried his face in her hair.

"Can you really blame me? You're a million times more entertaining and pretty and funny and smart and-" Eren trailed off and smiled when she let a quiet giggle as she pulled the blankets up to her shoulder and scooted back into him. "I would appreciate it if you didn't interrupt me, Mikasa, it's kind of rude."

"Shut up, Eren." he could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke. "I love you." she whispered when she felt his lips curve into a slight smile on her neck as he slowly took a deep breath and sighed. Eren held her tighter in response as he lightly kissed her skin, knowing that his gestures alone are always enough for her to know how he feels without actually needing to hear those words from his mouth.

I love you too, Miki. More than words can say.

[wolfstartales]

The burglar (one-shot)

Synopsys : The (avenger) reader has a nightmare and decides to try gadgets.                        Until she suddenly hears a burglar. Of course she's going to attack.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre : Angst, bit smutty ;)

Warnings : a bit smut, violence

Wordcount : 1 770

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You woke up in a sweat with a shock. You anxiously looked to see if the demons of your dreams were secretly lurking and waiting for their chance to attack.  

Your nightmares were getting worse and you might not admit it, but you knew how it happened. Since the Chitauri attack, you were terrified of being alone in a room at night. The rest of the avengers of course knew this, but there was nothing to be done about it. The only thing they could possibly do was calm you down when you woke up screaming. Not that it helped. Because as soon as you closed your eyes all the demons were back.  

And since you didn't feel like being confronted with your nightmares again, you decided to go to the gym now that you thought about it, it was a great opportunity to test your new gadgets. You climbed out of bed and quickly put on sweat pants and an oversized shirt that you putted in a button on your stomach. You knelt beside your bed and grabbed inside your bedside table for the gloves that Tony had designed for you. You quickly put them on and left the room as quiet as possible.  

You walked on your toes through the corridor where Tony, Steve and the rest slept. When you walked past Sam's room you saw that his door was completely open. You suppressed a smile when you saw him still on the bed with his clothes on, with his face in the pillow. When you were in the corridor you look outside through the large stained glass window at the stars.  

You studied your gloves in the moonlight shining through the windows. There were 3 buttons on your right glove. Carefully press the smallest button. A knife that fit perfectly in your hand emerged. You grinned, tony knew you had an obsession with knives and this knife was perfect for adding to your collection. You press the largest button and watch the knife slowly disappear into your glove again. When you pressed the last button, you were surprised to see that some kind of bandage was shooting out of your knuckle. "Handy." You muttered.  

You stiffened when you heard a sound behind you. It came from the kitchen. The first thing you thought about was a burglar. You grinned "poor man" you thought he wouldn't know what would happen if you worked him against the floor without too much trouble. Carefully you walked to the kitchen door and opened it a crack. When you saw that the light was off, you were almost 100 percent sure it was a burglar. In the meantime, your eyes were better used to the dark and you saw the outline of the mysterious person. He, now you saw him it was definitely a he, was bigger than you thought. Your gaze lingered for a moment when you saw his thighs. You licked your lips. It may be a burglar; he certainly had the body of a top athlete. Maybe it wouldn't be as easy as you thought.  

You decided to turn off the light to keep your attack more secret. When you were sure he was standing with his back to you, you opened the door further and sneaked in. It was as if he felt your presence and you cursed yourself for not paying attention to your breathing. Before you gave the burglar the chance to turn completely towards you, you jumped at him and before you knew it you were on his back.

You tried to lower your weight so that he would fall down, but as soon as you removed your body from his back a bit, he had already slid his arm around your belly and slammed you hard against the table. You clearly hadn't thought about this properly. The man was stronger than you expected. Suddenly his fist rammed a half inch from your head through the table. You pulled your legs up and clamped them around his neck. He straightened himself again and you made sure that your face stayed close to his for a moment so that he stumbled back a few steps before you swung back with all your strength in your body. You were lucky that his legs were open so that you ended up on the ground again in a sort of front flip and he was swirled on the floor with a lot of deep and loud growls.

But you could not say that he was impressed because he scrambled back up as fast as he was thrown to the ground. You suddenly had an idea. You quickly looked at your right glove. To your surprise you saw that the buttons gave light

"tony" you thought. You pressed the smallest button and you felt the light weight of the knife in your hand. With two steps you faced your opponent and took the knife. You knew you hit him because he screamed. For a moment you thought you recognized his voice, but you quickly put that thought aside.

You did it again with the knife but this time he was quicker to clasp his strong hand around your wrist. So strong that the knife slipped out of your hands. You quickly kicked him with your knee in his waist. And when his grip weakened, you knew you had hit the target. You did it again with your fist, but again this time he was too fast for you. A cold but firm hand closed his fingers around your other wrist and that was when realization hits you.

You said "Bucky" loud enough so that he stopped. He slowly released both of your wrists.  

"(Y/N)?" He whispered in disbelief. You walked to the door without hesitation and groped for the light switch. When the bright lamp came on, you saw the burglar completely for the first time. When you saw his face, you immediately saw what you had done. A deep cut just below his jawbone immediately caught your attention.  

"Omg, I'm so soooo sorry," you whispered. "I thought you were a burglar"  

"Well after you jumped in the back while I just wanted to go to my bedroom I thought you were a crazy madman," he said sarcastically.

You stood by him in two steps, carefully holding his face and looking at what you had done. It would probably be an ugly scar. Tears came to your eyes. How stupid could you be. You had always had a weakness for the super soldier. But now you probably wasted all your chances. "Hey, i was just joking doll" his soft voice brought you back to reality. "I need to fix this" you said without looking at him. You quickly turned to grab the bottle of alcohol and a cloth. After a few seconds you were already with the soldier who had stood still all this time. You took his hand and led him to the sofa. You ignored your heart that was beating at top speed through his touch.  

When Bucky sat in the sofa you saw for the first time the damage your fight had done to the kitchen. Two chairs lay on the floor in splinters, the dining table was pierced and the glasses on the counter were now on the floor.  

"Tony is going to kill us," you whispered. While you dripped a little alcohol on the cloth. Before Bucky could answer you had already pressed it against the wound and he hissed.

"I'm so sorry," you murmured.  

"I think we were lucky. I mean if one of us had been given another weapon, it would have been much worse than a small incision" he said with a small smile.  

"And luckily you knew who I was because it was obvious that I was winning" his smile was now much bigger.

You smirked "you think that just because you are too sure about yourself"  

"I am too sure about myself?" He said dramatically.  

"Drama queen"  

"You almost cut my head off sweetheart. I have every right to be dramatic.”

You laughed and took the cloth off his jaw, without all the blood it looked much less bad. It even looked sexy. With its sharp jawline and its ice blue eyes.  

"Like what you see huh" you glanced down and put the bottle of alcohol and the cloth on the table.  

"m-maybe" you stuttered. Great now you were also stuttering.  

"(Y / N), look at me" it was less than a soft whisper but you had heard it. When you go to the super soldier he wet his lips.  

"Can i kiss you" it was that soft whisper again.  

When you heard those words leave his lips, your heart started raging again. You nod gently. And before you know it, he crashed his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. His metal hand came up to your jaw you flinched at the touch of cold metal against you warm skin. His other hand landed on your lower back.

You were still standing so he pulled you on his lap. The kiss became more passionate and his tongue gently touched your upper lip, asking for the passage to your mouth. You slowly opened your mouth and his tongue entered you. With your hand you gently pulled on his hair which made him moan. His hand slid down to your ass and squeezed gently. He bit your lower lip which also caused a moan for you. His hand now slid up and down your back. Your hand gently slid down and pulled on his shirt.  

"Hum Hum" you were startled and saw to your shame Tony, Steve and Natasha standing in the doorway. Tony with his one hand wrapped in his iron suit aimed at you and bucky what he did down quickly, Steve had his shield in his hands and Natasha had a gun in her hand ready to shoot whoever she wanted. But all three with a big grin from ear to ear.  

"Sooooo ..." Steve started.  

'look barnes and (Y/L/N) next time you two have a make-out session be more quit and don't ruin my stuff' tony said still a big smirk on his face  

'not the whole building needs to hear you guys' added natasha to that.  

"Rest assured, the next time we make out nobody will hear it" bucky said winking to steve  

"ohw yeah (Y/N) I didn't know you were so wild in bed," Natasha said, pointing to Bucky's jaw. You smiled and looked to the ground. This was absolutely the best remedy for a bad dream.

[notthatitmattersbutyes]

Jason Todd x Reader - Jealous lemon 😏

Jason's POV

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There's nothing I love more than watching (y/n) sleep. She's so peaceful. So cute when she dreams. Wait.. what is she saying..

"Dick.." Did she just say Dick? Maybe I heard her wrong. "Dick.. don't.. stop.." NOPE I heard right. She's moaning now. She's dreaming about fucking Grayson! What the fuck! That's it. I'm going in the living room. I'll sleep on the couch before I sleep next to her. Fuck this.

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Your POV

You wake up and Jason is not in bed, which is odd considering you usually wake up entangled in his arms and legs. What a sap he is, all cuddly in the morning. You get up to find him and he's there, on the couch. Must have had a nightmare. You walk over thinking he's asleep but he's on his phone, scrolling. "Hello, love." You say, kissing the top of his head. "'Sup" He says, not even looking up. "Did you have a nightmare last night? Why were you sleeping on the couch?" He flicks his eyes over you with a look you can't place, then returns to his phone. "Nope." He says, popping the 'P' for extra effect. You roll your eyes and go make breakfast. You had a pretty bad nightmare yourself last night but he was obviously bothered by something and didn't feel like talking, so you went about your morning routine. Jason stayed in the living room the whole time. "Hey, Jay?" You call, eating your toast at the kitchen counter. "Hm?" He says. "Can we stop by the manor today? I really miss everyone." You can't be sure but you think you hear him mutter , "Oh, I'm sure you do." But before you can ask what he really said, he yells back, "Fine-but I don't want to stay long." You take what you can get and get dressed. You decide to wear something special to get Jason out of his funk. A black lace bralette under a gray deep v-neck. You can see your cleavage and lace out of the top of the shirt and you pair it with black lace panties under skinny jeans, tightest you have, and sandals. You wear a deep red lipstick and a dramatic winged eye and appreciate your look. Your hair is undone and wild like he likes it and you feel pretty confident. You walk out to meet Jason, who was standing by the door way impatiently twirling his keys. "Are you ready now?" He says. "Um.. yes, I am." He looks at your outfit, rolls his eyes and leaves the apartment, walking down to the car. You are beyond confused and to be honest, a little annoyed with him. What was his deal!?

It was a quiet ride to the Manor. He put on music but it was so low you couldn't make out the words. When you finally roll up, he turns off the car, gets out, and walks into the house, not bothering to wait for you. Okay, now you're pissed. He was being such a.. such a.. well ass but he was always kind of an ass. This was different. Usually when he was upset about something, you were the one he would talk to about it. Now it seemed like you were the one he was mad at. Fine. Two can play at that game. You devised a plan to get back at him and you walked up to the door and charged in.

Alfred greeted you at the door. "Good evening, Miss (Y/L/N). Is Master Todd alright?" You hugged the man and rolled your eyes as you pulled back. "I couldn't tell ya, Al. He's been acting weird. But I have a plan." You said with a wink. Alfred leaned in and whispered, "Respectfully; Give him hell, love." You giggled and made your way to the living room. Jason sat sulking with his arms crossed in the single chair, not allowing you to sit anywhere near him. Damian was reading a book by the fireplace and Dick was sitting on the couch, watching tv. Tim was the main part of your plan but since he and Bruce were in the cave, Dick will have to do. You were a little annoyed with him from your nightmare last night but told yourself it was just a dream and to get over it.

You sauntered over to Dick, passing Jason without so much as a glance, and sat down next to him giving him a hug. "Hey, Dickie-bird! How's my favorite BatBoy?" He chuckled and hugged you back, tightly, which ended up squeezing your breasts together and showing off the top you had on. Perfect. "I'm good, sweetness. What's the deal with sour-puss over there?" He said, pointing to Jason. You looked over to your boyfriend who was trying to look calm but you saw how angry he was. Oh well, served him right. "Oh don't mind him. I'm more concerned with you guys. What's new? How's your week been? I haven't seen you guys in so long I was beginning to forget what you looked like!" Jason let out a curt laugh and stalked out of the room. Once he was out of earshot, you let out a sigh and put your head in your hands. "Whoa, (Y/n) what's wrong? Are you two fighting?" Dick asked, rubbing your back. You let a tear fall. "I don't even know! He was fine last night then I woke up and he was on the couch and has been outright ignoring me or been really rude all day and I don't know what I did besides wake up!" You started to cry a bit more and Dick got visibly upset. "Let me guess, you were using me to make him jealous? Hurt him like he's hurting you, in a sense?" You looked up. "Yes, Dick, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to use you that way I just-"

He stopped you by putting his hand up. "I'm in. He's being an asshole, he deserves it"

"Todd's been annoying since I've known him but this is different. You two are usually disgustingly clingy and I can't believe I miss that. Make him pay." Damian said and walked away. You and Dick looked at each other and laughed heartily just as Jason walked in drinking a soda. He looked at the two of you and asked, "What are you two laughing at?"

"Oh (y/n) just said something so funny! She said.. well then.. oh you had to be there I guess." Dick said. Jason huffed and went to sit down again, this time grabbing the remote on his way and turning the tv way up. You knew he was trying to drown you out. Dick had an idea though. "(Y/n), you know what game I haven't played since I was younger?" You were genuinely curious. "What's that, Dick?" He looked you dead in the eyes and said "Twister." You immediately knew what he was doing and played along. "Oh, I love Twister! No one ever wants to play with me. It's like you grow up and no one has fun anymore. Do you happen to have the game?" Dick grinned. "Why yes I do, sweetness. Yes I do. Jason, you wanna play?" Jason mumbled a "No thanks." Before he finished the soda and smashed the can in one hand. Drama queen. Dick grabbed the game and set it up right behind the couch and right in Jason's line of sight. "Okay I'll go first," Dick said. "Okay... right hand red." You then took turns spinning and moving around the board. Unfortunately for you, you barely touched each other until the 15th turn. Finally your bodies were entwined and you two were in a fit of giggles, genuinely enjoying yourselves and forgetting Jason all together. That is until you two fell, Dicks arm accidentally pulling your shirt and exposing the lacy bralette with his face inches away from yours. A sudden, "AHEM!" Brought you back to the reality of the situation. "What the hell is this!?" Jason screamed. Oh boy. This was more than you had anticipated, you never meant to get that close to Dick physically, just play the game and make Jason squirm then go home and screw it out. But Jason was pissed. This was bad. "Jason, I-" you start but he goes and grabs you by the arm, pulling you up and away from Dick. Dick, knowing it was all a joke in the first place, let Jason go off on him. "Keep your fucking hands off my girl, fucker. Next time you won't walk away looking so pretty." Dick got up with his hands up and walked away, leaving you and Jason alone in the living room. He looked at you adjust your shirt and fumed. Breathing heavily. You knew Jason would never hurt you but you had to admit, he looked scary. He reaches his hand out and touched your cheek with restraint. His eyes were clouded with unshed tears. "Go up to my old room." You were about to cry yourself. You just wanted to teach him a lesson, not really hurt him. "Jason, I'm sorry I know it looked bad but-" you start but he cuts you off. "Now!" He growled. Not wanting to start an argument in the living room, you go up and sit on the bed that's been left there. Jason walked in and slammed the door shut, stalking over to you. You take in a deep breath. "You're fucking Grayson, aren't you?" He whispered. You started back wide eyed. "What!?"

"I heard you in your sleep last night! 'Oh Dick, don't stop, oh!' I thought I was just being stupid but then you wanted to come here and you dress like a fucking whore for your side piece? Now I know I'm right. So why huh? What did I do? I don't fuck you like he does? Is it because he's just 'sooo sweet?'" By now he had you pinned to the bed between his arms, you were laying on your back and he was right on top of you. You took a deep breath. "I'm not fucking Dick. And how DARE you accuse me of something and then rather than ask me about it and let me explain, you just sulk!" He was getting restless and didn't know what to do. You could tell he was losing control. You expected him to punch the wall. You expected him to get up and look for Dick and beat him to a pulp. What you didn't expect was for him to kiss you passionately like his life depended on it; but that's exactly what he did. He broke away with tears leaking down his face. "I can't lose you, (y/n). I can't. I don't deserve you in the first place so it wouldn't surprise me if you left me but seeing you dressed like this, his body rubbing up against yours.. why did you do that!?" He started out sweet and sincere but ended up getting angry all over again. You knew nothing you would say now would help so you let him go off. "Take off your clothes, now. I'll show you who you belong to." You listen to him and take everything off, leaving on your bra and panties and he undressed to absolutely nothing. He grabs your hips, tears your underwear in half, and waists no time pounding into you. It stung at first but became pleasurable as he continued his assault.

He had never fucked you like this. "You feel that dick, baby? You feel it? That's all you're going to feel. Forever. You're MINE. Dick could never touch you like this. Never make you feel like I do." He reaches between your legs to rub your clit. You moaned out his name. "God, Jason.." "oh, so you can say my name? Say it again, doll. Say it loud. I want Grayson to hear." He quickened his pace and you moaned, unable to formulate the words. Because you didn't speak up, he stopped all together. You got frustrated and screamed "MY GOD JASON, FUCK ME!" He laughed and said "Whatever you want, princess." And began driving into you. Faster than bed before. He grabbed your hair and said, "Say it. Come on, baby, say you're mine." You moaned at his husky tone. "I'm all yours, baby.. oh GOD JASON!" You were about to cum and he was close to, you could feel his cock get harder inside of you. You looked up at him straight into his eyes, and held his face with both hands. "I.. love ...you... only you..." you said between thrusts. With those words, he came undone and came inside you, setting off your own mind blowing orgasm. As you both came down from your high, you looked up at him, still inside you. "I love you, Jason." He pulled out and lay next to you. "I know you do, I love you too, I just.. why were you acting like that today? You had a dream about Grayson so.. do you want him on some level?" You sat up and made sure you made eye contact. "I had a nightmare last night. Dick was the Joker and he.. he was doing those terrible things to you. I didn't say "Oh Dick, don't stop" I said Dick! Don't! STOP!" As in, stop killing the man I love. And I dressed like this today for you because I figured you had a nightmare and wanted to bring you out of your funk. But you were mean to me so I was going to flirt with one of the boys a bit, nothing too bad, just enough to make you jealous so you'd talk to me about why you were upset. Then during Twister Dick actually fell, that was an accident, I swear. I have 0 feelings for him." Jason was watching you the whole time you spoke and when you stopped he placed his hand on your hair, bringing you in for a kiss. Then he reached in the drawer and pulled out a box. "(Y/n) I have kept this ring here since I first met you. I didn't want it at the apartment in case you found it and I thought it was silly of me to get it in the first place after knowing you for a short time but we have been together for a while now and you know I love you and-"

"Jason, spit I out." He laughed and opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. "(Y/n) will you marry me?" You put the ring on and cried. "Yes! Of course.. as long as you start telling me when you're upset" he smiled the biggest smile he's ever smiled and agreed.

The end

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Alright. Your writing is amazing and Im a complete sucker for angst, soooo #17, ladynoir, post-reveal potentially? Thanks hun!

Sorry it took so long, took me a bit to figure out which direction I wanted to go with the prompt, but here it is! It’s not super angsty, but I got a little of everything in there so I hope you like it!

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50 Prompts

#17 – Promise

Miraculous Ladybug

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“I’ll always be by your side.”

It’s a statement that sends chills upher spine, as if a cold hand trails spindle fingers across her skinto leave goosebumps in their wake. She wants to believe him, with allof her heart, because she’d like nothing more than to always face theroad ahead with her partner. He is her strength, her pillar, and hersunshine. Ladybug can’t imagine life without him in it, his beautifulsmile and ever present optimism.

But, as much as this promise fills herheart with joy, it also forms a pool of dread in her stomach. How canhe know? How can he be so certain that he’ll always be there? Notthat she expects him to ever desert her willingly. No, it’s hisdetermination to protect her that scares Ladybug the most.

Chat Noir is always so immediate tothrow himself in harms way, taking hits for her, being thedistraction, drawing the danger and painting a giant target on hisown chest. On one hand she loves him for how brave and selfless heis, but the way he acts it out terrifies her. Hawk Moth is learningfrom them, taking in every defeat with unbridled anger but alsoputting it to use. Every Akuma seems to get a little closer, landharder blows, give them more of a run for their money than the last.It’s a constant dance, a deadly waltz of push and pull, dangernipping their heels like a constant presence. And one day, she fearsit will catch them, and he’ll throw himself in harms way like always.

Just last night she woke in a coldsweat from nightmares, haunted by the images in her sleep. It hadbeen after a close call with that day’s Akuma. A barber, enraged by agreedy customer feigning discontent and smearing the name of hisbusiness, akumatized to become Close Shave. The transformed civilianwields a huge barber’s blade, sleek and sharp and blinding them byreflecting flashes of the midday sun.

Chat had a close shave indeed, blockinga swing that had been aimed for Ladybug by deflecting it with hisstaff. But it strayed far too close, grinding against the staff andsending a shower of sparks from the contact. The blade ended upcatching his forearm along the way just before narrowly missing hisface. Ladybug had screamed, pure, unbridled rage and fear, as bloodseeped from the cut in his suit and ran down his arm, swinging heryo-yo out to wrap around the surprised Akuma.

After the fight, she stood tremblingwith fading adrenaline, clutching his hand in her own and making surethere was absolutely no trace of injury after the fix. “Really, I’mfine,” he tried to insist, but she merely glared down at his armwith tears in her eyes, bringing his feeble assurance to a halt. Shewanted to yell at him, tell him that was stupid and reckless, but shecouldn’t find the words as her throat was too tight. So she gave hima punch in the shoulder, then a tight hug, and ran off without aword, surely leaving him confused.

Later she tries to put it from her mind, toforget the sight of blood running down the leather of his suit, butit will not leave. She feels nauseous a few times imagining what couldhave been, how close he’d come to something much worse, and has tolie down more than once. That night her sleep is plagued by terribleimages, of how things could have gone, and if her fix works on moreserious injuries. In her dreams, it does not. In her dreams, he islost.

These nightmares are the reason sheslumps into her seat at school the next morning, tired and aching anda subtle sway to her body when she tries to sit still. Her friendsknow something is up, but she’s thankful she doesn’t look as terribleas she feels. “Marinette, are you okay?” Adrien asks, startlingher out of nearly falling asleep moments after sitting down. Her bodyflinches upright, an all-over sensation akin to a jolt ofelectricity.

“Ah, y-yes, I’m fine,” shestutters, her heart beating rapidly. For once it’s not becauseAdrien’s talking to her, but for being jolted out of that near sleepstate. She’s too tired to be nervous or embarrassed from those greeneyes watching her, she just wants to set her head on the desk. Somehazy passing of time and the cool stinging of her forehead makes herrealize she’s actually done it. They’ve given up talking to her,maybe assuming she’s fallen asleep in the few minutes before class.They’ll wake her when it’s time.

But suddenly her blood runs cold in herveins, because Alya’s going on about the Akuma attack yesterday andoh there’s a news report about it.Of course there would be, and of course Alya would be playing thevideo. She listens in an uncomfortable fog to the sounds of theirfight, feeling herself dragging down into the depths of sleep. Butsomewhere in the haze of her exhausted mind she hears the sharp hissof metal and Chat’s yell of pain that causes and immediate andviolent churn of her stomach. Marinette stands abruptly and hurriesout of the room, afraid she might be sick as she heads for thebathroom.

The exhaustion fromrunning on a mere 3 hours of sleep opens the door for her full bodyreaction. When Alya finds her in the bathrooms, Marinette is pale andshaking, a cold sweat over her body like she’s just woken from one ofthose terrible nightmares. “Marinette, geez, are you okay? You looklike you’re going to pass out!” Alya exclaims in worry, hoveringover her where Marinette leans heavily over the porcelain sink.

“No, I can’t…”she trails off, another wave of nausea hitting her hard.

“I have to takeyou home, you look terrible,” Alya says softly. “Can you walk? Doyou need a minute?”

She does, sheabsolutely does, so she nods stiffly. Alya looks worried, she’s neverseen her friend so disheveled. “I’m going to go tell Bustier I’mwalking you home, and I’ll get your bag, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Her hands trembleon the sink, and she wonders why this is affecting her so much, sostrongly, as if her heart were about to break. Is it the lack ofsleep making her overreact, or is it something much more? Her headspins just a little, and after several moments, she whispers into thevast silence of the bathroom. “You can’t be by my side if you keepputting yourself in danger, Chat,” she grumbles softly.

“And I can’t beby your side if you get hurt.”

Marinette’s headwhips up so fast that everything spins, and she almost falls overbefore hands are suddenly under her arms, keeping her from hittingtile. That’s definitely not Alya, the hands are bigger, and she fallsagainst a firm chest as her rescuer supports her. Her heart poundingin alarm, she trembles in their grasp because everything is stillspinning so she has no idea who’s touching her.

“Woah thereblondie, girls bathroom much? Thanks, but I’ll take it from here.You’re lucky you stopped her from kissing the floor, otherwise I’dbeat your ass for being in here. Go on, shoo!” Alya berates theperson, steering Marinette away from that comforting figure. Is thatChat? There’s no way he’s here…

But whenMarinette’s vision clears and she peers over Alya’s shoulder, shesees Adrien there, and her heart nearly stops. There are so manyemotions in his gaze, surprise, recognition, worry, love, that itsends a jolt through her body to realize it was him who’d startledher in the bathroom. And it was him who’d spoken those words.

He’s wide-eyed andalmost out of her sight, and just before they round the corner, hemouths something that looks suspiciously like ‘it’s you.’

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Later that nightthey meet up for patrol, Chat Noir ghosting across rooftops until hefinds her, slowing to a halt. He stands hesitantly a few feet awaybefore approaching, looking concerned. “Hey, you okay Bug?” heasks softly, peering at her from under wild bangs. “You look…um…”

“Terrible?” shegroans, running a hand down her face. “Of course I do, I hardlyslept. And today…” she trails off, as if questioning the realityof what happened in the bathroom. Was that really Adrien under themask?

Chat blinks. “Why?”

“Why?” sherepeats, incredulous. “Because of you!” she snaps, startling him.Normally she’d feel bad for causing that kicked kitten look on hisface, but she’s too exhausted to care. All of her pent up worry andfrustration she hadn’t verbally communicated yesterday swells like aflood. “Because you- jumped in front of me like that yesterday andgot yourself hurt because of me- And the nightmares! I kept seeing-You- and the knife-”

She doesn’t realizeshe’s started to get worked up until Chat wraps his arms around herin a hug, trying to calm her down and rubbing a hand up and down herback. “Hey hey, it’s alright, I’m okay, you fixed me up!” heexclaims quietly, feeling her exhausted body start to slump in hisembrace. He’s not sure if Ladybug is actually calming down or if thatbrief burst of angry energy is wearing off. Her arms raise up toweakly return the hug, and his chest tightens with worry. “Are yousure you should be out? Today in the bathroom…”

“So it wasyou,” she whispers in amazement. “I wasn’t sure if I had beenhearing things, or I misunderstood…”

“Yeah, sorry I…after you ran out, you looked so sick, I walked in right as you saidthat and I just kind of blurted out… I’m really sorry, I didn’tmean to,” he rambles nervously, wary of disappointing her forruining their shared anonymity.

“Don’t be,” shewhispers softly, making him blink.

“Really?” heasks, surprised.

Ladybug nods weaklyas he lowers them both to sit on the rooftop. “I… know it wasbound to happen eventually, there’s no denying that. The onlyquestion was whether it would be an accident, or when it becamesafe,” she sighs, making his eyes light up at the implication. “ButChat… I… need you to promise me something.”

He leans forward,claws digging into the palms of his gloves in barely concealed glee.“Anything, My Lady.”

“Please, youcan’t keep… trying to take all the hits for me,” she whispers,making his face fall. “Yesterday rattled me so badly, seeing youhurt like that because you were trying to protect me… I can takecare of myself!” she suddenly exclaims hotly, making him lean backin surprise. “But also, I could never live with myself if somethinghappened to you because of me. In the last 24 hours I’ve nearly hadthree full mental or physical breakdowns because your arm was gaugedopen. I’ll lose it if anything ever happens to you,” she admitssoftly.

Chat swallowsagainst the lump in his throat, feeling the full force of his loveand joy battling against the terrible feeling of upsetting her. “Wellyou know the same is true for me,” he says quietly.

“Then let’scompromise,” she demands. “Instead of you trying to take hits forme all the time, yank me out of the way! I can take hits Chat, soplease, no more human shield! You promised to always be by my side,right? Then be by my side, not in front of me. You’re mypartner and my friend, but you’re not my sacrificial lamb. Okay?”she pleads, taking one of his hands in her trembling grip and lookinghim dead in the eye.

Chat is strucksilent by the expression on her face, her eyes trembling in so manyemotions that he feels like he’s been sucked into a gale of hurricanewinds. His heart skips a beat before coming back to a painful tempoin his chest. He’s not used to seeing her so desperate, pleading withhim when she’s usually self-assured and confident. He wants to sayit’s worth the risk if he can keep her safe, but seeing her so hurtand worried over him breaks his heart. How can he say no? He takes aslow breath, before carefully setting his free hand atop of hers.“Okay,” he finally relents, seeing the wash of relief floodthrough her instantly. “No more sacrificial lamb, for your peace ofmind.”

“Thank you,”she sighs, leaning forward abruptly to hug him. “You stupid cat,”she grumbles in finality, making him laugh.

“My Lady,” hesays in a sudden fit of joy, holding her tight against his chest.“I’m so glad it’s you,” he whispers into her hair, the pleasantswirl of emotion humming in his chest.

Ladybug smiles, andfor the first time since she’d temporarily hated him, she’s notstuttering around Adrien. It’s hard to be nervous anymore because her‘perfect’ dazzling crush is really a giant goofball in cat ears, andthat thought makes her want to laugh. More importantly, he’s been oneof the best friends she’s ever had and he’s secretly been at her sidemore than either of them realized. And that one makes her eternallygrateful, seeping into her voice without restraint as she responds.“Me too.”

“You’re also gladthat you’re you? Or you’re happy that I’m me?” Chat teases.

“Shut up youdork,” she laughs, pushing him over.

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Inner Demons

Summary: Being the rookie is no fun. Especially when your superior keeps pushing you more and more each day. But the two of you can’t know one thing. You’re more connected than you think.

Fandom: American Assassin

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Word Count: 3749

A/N: So this is my contribution to Mitch week, hosted by @stilinski-jpeg and @minhosmeanhoe ! Omg I almost missed it thanks to @maddie110201 who’s always there to help me and proofread my stuff! So this isn’t a smut fic. Rather angsty and sad because I was in a sad mood when I wrote it. I hope it’s still good! Also, I haven’t read the book so maybe there’s things that doesn’t fit and I’m sorry. I should stop apologize everytime I post something.

Sleeping with your boss, your superior, has its advantages. Especially when he’s beautiful, tall and mysterious. But there aren’t only benefits, unfortunately.

Especially when every night, your boss who looks so strong, without blemishes and especially without weaknesses has horrible nightmares. So horrible he starts trembling, turning all over the bed, even screaming. His forehead gets covered with cold sweat and suddenly his habit to sleep shirtless is no longer as attractive. His habitual expression so hard and severe is twisted by pain and sadness, his imperturbable mask falls. He fights against his invisible demons. Even if you'd like to ignore it, you can’t. The apartments in which you are assigned contain only one bed, and in order to establish a working relationship between the superior and the recruit, to create chemistry in order to be closer and stronger, the recruits must sleep in the same bed as their superior.  Anyway, there’s no chance something happens between the two. Emotional bonds weren’t allowed. You were controlled and controllable killing machines. No emotion should break your professional killer's imperturbable mask.

But everyone has their demons and no one can push them away forever. They fight in each of us to find the surface of our thoughts to poison them.

And that's exactly what was happening to Mitch.

And even if you couldn’t interfere and was prohibited to intervene because he should have found a way to calm himself alone, you got up from the bed gently. After looking for a washcloth of fresh water, you went around the bed to sit on the side Mitch slept. You put it on his forehead, where his eyebrows were constantly frowning as the nightmare continued. Seeing the tactics didn’t work, you grabbed his hand in yours gently while whispering soft words. Immediately, his face seemed to relax. His eyelids stopped moving in all directions and his breath became calm and regular again. You sighed, relieved to have managed to put an end to his nightmare to take a look at the clock which, in the half-light of the room, indicated midnight.

You still had time to go back to sleep without losing too many hours of sleep and  look like a zombie the next day. Slowly, you took your hand off Mitch's, taking the towel with you. But the moment your warmth left him, everything began again. And it was worse.

You sighed as you took up the same seat to put your hand in his. You could forget the precious hours of sleep.

"Katrina..." He murmured in his sleep, his face adopting a relaxed expression.

Okay, that hurt.

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It’s a blow to the head and the world that seems to move around you that woke you the next morning. You startled, on the defensive and leapt on your feet looking around you in the apartment, only to realize no one was attacking you. You only fell asleep sitting down and eventually fell to the ground. In front of you, still sleeping in bed, Mitch breathed softly, closed eyelids, serene. He was so beautiful, calm, at peace. It only made your head hurt worse.

You loved him but you shouldn’t.

Seeing that he was about to wake up, you headed towards the kitchen subtly to make coffee. When you came back to bring the usual cup to your superior, it was to see him dressing. His back to you, he was in the middle of putting his underwear on his bare ass.

Your jaw got locked, leaving your mouth open. If you weren’t so over trained, you would have dropped the cups you held in your hands. Swallowing, you walked on the same spot, head down and counting to twenty. Then you allowed yourself to look again.

Mitch was staring at you, sitting on his bed, an unamused expression on the face.

You swallowed again as you rushed to give him his cup, his piercing brown eyes no longer leaving you.

"Go get dressed," he groaned with disgust, pointing at you. You were still in your sleeping clothes, which consisted of small shorts and camisole. His words hurt you a little, especially the manner in which he said them.

"Yes sir.” You answered, leaving the room with clothes to get dressed somewhere else. He definitely didn’t like you.

The training wasn’t as bad than you thought it would be. Although exhausted and sore because of your lack of sleep, you were doing well. If it wasn’t for the brutal and straightforward comments from Mitch, it would almost have been a good day.

"Recruit! What are you doing? What is this posture? Are you fighting against dwarves? "

" No I… "

"It’s sir!" And don’t answer me! Again. "

And that's how you fought all day. Against targets, against people, struggles, boxing, karate, self-defense, without possibility of respite or taking a break. After a while, you couldn’t bear it anymore and let yourself fall on the floor, on the training mattress, wheezing. No more of your limbs were working, your muscles were burning and you were so exhausted.

"I don’t remember giving you permission to take a nap, rookie.” Mitch's face appeared over your head, very angry.

"Sir I ..."

"On your feet!” He ordered, stepping backward.

"Sir ..." A person said behind Mitch but you couldn’t see him, too busy trying to stand up. The blows you received were just starting to hurt and you were going to have bruises for sure.

"What?"

"I think you should give her a break? "

"Did I ask for your opinion? You're just another recruit, so get out of my sight! "

Ooh damn. Mitch was in a terrible mood, more irritable than usual.

"Mitch, that's enough.” A voice you knew mumbled close to you, to the opposite of where Mitch was standing. You raised your head to recognize Stan, his superior.

"Sir," Mitch greeted him with respect. But you knew better.

"You have two eyes and a conscience. So tell me why you force this girl more than her means allow. "

"Sir.” Mitch started, glancing at you, trying to keep his composure. “The recruit has ..."

"The recruit has a name, Mitch. Am I calling you rookie? "

" No, sir. "

"Then a little respect. It’s good to push them to reach their goals, but not until you kill them.” On his words and without helping you get up, Stan turned around and left. You glanced at Mitch to see how much the reprimand had worsened his condition.

"You have ten minutes.” He grunted between his lips, his jaw clenched. He didn’t look at you and left as well.

You relaxed on your back, exhaling loudly.

You really had to be in love with this guy, huh.

After having taken a good fresh and a little painful shower, you could finally head to the bed. Your legs could barely hold you and you let yourself fall on the mattress as soon as you saw it. Too exhausted to move, you decided it was better to stay over the blankets and sleep in that position. You didn’t hear Mitch come in, nor did you feel him getting in bed as well.

You knew he was with you only when the mumbles started again and the bed began to shake, as if someone were constantly moving on it. You opened your eyes without moving, repressing a grunt. After glancing at the clock, you sighed again. You had managed to sleep two hours at the most.

You stood up as you yawned and your legs protested under the weight. You had to do everything in order not to fall on your knees. Leaning on the bed to help you, you walked around it to sit beside Mitch and then you stopped.

He looked distressed. So much pain in his face, you realized why he was tough with you. His mask was made of stone, hard and cold. He was hiding his sufferings behind anger and antipathy.

You had the same thing. The same pain prevented you from sleeping at night. The same suffering caused you to scream after a nightmare. That must have been why you felt so close to Mitch, you shared a similar pain with him.

And that’s why even with what happened today, you put your hand in his. Immediately his hand became firm and he clung to you like a buoy. You sighed as you passed your other hand against his face to chase some wild locks from his sweaty forehead. A long sigh escaped from his half-open lips.

"Katrina ..."

You shook your head for yourself. You weren’t her, but if you could help him mourn, help him let her go, you would.

And that's why you didn’t sleep that night.

The sun started to rise and you knew it was your signal. Your hand left Mitch's and you hurried to get dressed. Then, seeing that he was still asleep, you went to the kitchen to make coffee. And this time you looked cautiously to make sure he wasn’t naked before you came back in the room.

Mitch was still asleep.

You smile faintly, your features drawn. Your body was still hurting but you ignored the pain and walked towards him, placing his cup on the bedside table near his bed.

Then, suddenly and brutally, his hand came to catch your wrist that held your cup of coffee that fell to the ground and burst into a thousand pieces. You gasped with pain; the hot liquid from the coffee had burned your feet, a glass shatter probably cut your ankle and his grip was strong.

"What are you doing," Mitch asked, opening his eyes. His eyes burning with anger.

"Coffee ..." You cried, trying to undo yourself, your feet still bathed in the burning coffee.

As quick as he had caught your wrist, he let go and you stepped back to escape the pain.

"I swear I saw you ... last night ..." Mitch continued, straightening up and looking at the damage. He sighed as he rose from the other side of the bed to avoid walking in and you had the best view of his anatomy. Embarrassed, you turned your head to look elsewhere. Mitch didn’t help you pick up the damage or take care of your wounds. You sighed when you heard the sound of the shower, looking at your feet. They were red and indeed, a piece of the cup had cut you a little at the ankle.

"Great ... that's what I get for having ..."

Deciding that the coffee was more important than your feet, you caught a mop and began to clean.

"Let's go," was all Mitch told you when he left the shower, now clean and dressed. At least now you knew he was sleeping naked, no matter who was in his bed with him.

"I ..." You started, not having time to take care of your feet.

"Now," he grunted and you could only take your things, put on your shoes with difficulty, grimacing with pain and follow him quickly, each step bringing a little more pain back to your body.

"You suck. Pitiful. Horrible. Pathetic. "

These were just some of the disagreeable comments your superior kept telling you. You were so hurt that your hands were trembling and your eyes were burning from holding back the tears of pain you were trying so hard to hide.

"You suck," Mitch whispered in your ear. And with that, it was too much. You were suffering, everyone around saw it, everyone else noticed it, except him. And Stan wasn’t here today. So, exhausted and tired, you threw the rope you had to tie in order to make a solid knot on him. Yes, you threw the rope on Mitch.

"That's enough, I'm sick of your attitude! I'm sick of Mister-I'm-the strongest-and-so-I-make you-suffer! Take your rope and your insults and put them where I think!” You shouted at him and without waiting for his reply, walked to the infirmary.

The nurse was treating your wounds and your feet when you saw him. And immediately you regretted your words and the ones he was going to tell you for having dared disrespect a superior.

"Leave us," Mitch ordered the nurse who did what he ordered and you could only lower your head, shame and regret readable on your face.

"Not everyone can be strong at all times, I admit," Mitch began and you bit your lips in frustration. "I also admit that I was tough with you. You're just a rookie after all. "

At the word rookie, you raised your head, your eyes angry.

"Come back when you’re done crying on your little wounds, Y/n. "

You didn’t know if you were enraged he was treating you like a child or surprised he pronounced your name for the first time.

That night was no different from the previous ones. Well, that's what you thought.

After taking a shower, you changed and went in the bed near your superior you knew was sleeping naked and you waited. You didn’t close your eyes immediately, knowing that soon the bed would begin to tremble again. You threw many glances at the clock, feeling sleepy, trying to win the battle. Your eyes were burning with fatigue and your eyelids heavy from exhaustion. You were about to fall asleep when the usual sounds made you open your eyes wide. You turned your head to the side to look at him. Mitch. His hands tightened the blanket and he kept turning his head from left to right. His lips seemed to mumble something but no sound came out of his mouth. He was hurt, you could feel his pain even in your chest. So even though your whole body protested, you got up all the same and went around the bed. Once again near him, you took his hand that clasped yours strong enough but you held back the groan of pain, biting the inside of your cheeks.

"It’s alright, Mitch ..." You whispered softly as you took your other hand to stroke his cheek gently, feeling the beginning of a beard under your fingers. You sighed seeing it worked, just like the previous nights.

But something had changed and you noticed it too late. His eyelids moved a lot, a sign that beneath them, his eyes were agitated, as if he was waking up. And it's too late that you understood. His free hand grabbed your wrist, immobilizing your hand that was stroking his cheek tenderly and he opened his eyes abruptly, so much you startled. His gaze detailed you while you were frozen, caught unaware and above all, uncovered.

While you expected to be yelled at, insulted, or at least see his eyes harden like today at training, it was to see his brown eyes soften. His grip on your wrist softened but he didn’t let you go.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, without any anger or hatred in his voice. He understood and knew what you had been doing for a few nights already and the reasons why you were so tired in training.

“You seem in pain, Mitch. I’ve been in pain too. Thought I could help.”  You answered him as simply as possible. It was the truth, a fact. 

He was probably surprised at your answer because he didn’t come back on the fact you didn’t call him sir.

“But why.” He repeated, not understanding. “I don’t deserve any kindness. Never been kind to you.”

“Because I might have fallen for you? Because I care, because I…” You started, not knowing how to answer him. The truth had made its way. You had confessed to him that you loved him more than as a superior.

"Stop."

No, you weren’t going to stop. Not now that you could talk to him without him shouting at you. His hand was still in yours and his other was still holding your wrist.

“I know you don’t love me. You’ve been hard on me, you’re only my superior. And knowing all that probably make you uncomfortable. I saw you, Mitch. Broken inside. Weak. I know you hate that idea, but I am the one who stayed beside you all these nights, holding your hand when you were calling for her. For Katrina. Even if it was painful hearing her name I stayed. Because when I lost him, I would’ve sold my soul to have someone with me. But there were no one, Mitch. My desire for revenge makes me hold on and continue. Otherwise I would’ve killed myself long ago. But when I met you, I knew. I knew revenge wasn’t the only thing making me breath. I don’t care what you think right now, you probably hate me even more. I don’t care, I won’t leave you. I won’t abandon you and I won’t die. I’m gonna stay by your side, every night until you forget, until the pain leaves and you can finally let her go.”

Phew. Everything came out very quickly. You didn’t know where you took all the courage to confess to him everything you had on your heart. You felt so close to him, connected by suffering. For that day, that famous day at the beach where Mitch had lost his fiance, he wasn’t the only one to have lost someone. You also had a hole where your heart used to be, where your lover had its place. All you wanted was to spend a quiet time at the beach. And then the terrorists had arrived. 

They had killed him and only remembering him revived the pain you had so much trouble forgetting. His face when the bullet exploded his head, sprinkling you with his blood. The cries that still echo in your head, your scream that tears your lungs. This scene you had almost forgotten, entirely focus in your training. Revenge made you live, it stopped the hole and made your heart blackened by rage.

Then you'd seen him. Mitch. Stan had designated him as your superior. He had explained to you that he too had lost someone and that pain still gnawed at him from within. Let two people broken by mourning be stronger together.

Vengeance then became a second reason. A reason less important than the man who was in front of you. You were not only in love but you admired him. And no matter how many insults or times he put you on the floor during training, you would love him.

Because you would have liked someone to be there for you as well.

You had opened a part of your conscience that you had closed the door and threw the key to Mitch. The painful memories poured into your head at crazy speed, mixing with good memories, burying them. Then, without saying anything, the warmth in your hand left you. Mitch got up from the bed and you could only follow him with his eyes as he dressed quickly and walked out of your room without saying anything.

And then your heart hurt too much. Seeing him slam the door, you telling him everything was too much. Memories continued to burn your chest and sobs soared quickly into your throat. Long and painful sobs you couldn’t hold back. A cry of suffering echoed in the apartment and you let yourself fall on the bed, on Mitch’s side and rolled into a ball. And then, alone and in pain, you let all the tears go out. And they didn’t want to stop running, jerking and uncontrollable tremors caused by the sobbing that kept coming out.

You don’t know how, but you ended up falling asleep. A restless sleep. Nightmares. Again you saw the events of the beach with too much clarity. The image of your boyfriend , his head exploding before you again and again. Blood, everywhere, suffering, screaming.

Then nothing. The sweetness returned and the pain left you. You felt safe, well, alive. And the rest of the night went on smoothly.

The next day you woke up slowly. Your eyelids stuck to the tears that had dried, your eyes burning at the first attempts at openings. When you finally open your eyes it is to put them on a silhouette near you. A silhouette that looks at you with soft brown eyes. You glanced at your hand to see it imprisoned in the one of the person sitting beside you. Before speaking, you scratch your throat painfully while sniffing.

"I don’t hate you." Mitch mumbled before you had time to say anything.

"Did you watch over me all night?" You asked in a hoarse and intrigued voice.

“Thought maybe two broken people could fix their pieces together to form one. " Was all that he answered you and you thought for a moment that a smile stretched his lips. A little discreet smile that your lynx’s eye had time to see. Then Mitch grabbed something with his free hand and handed you a steaming cup. Coffee.

The day was relatively similar to the usual. Still training, but some things changed. Okay, Mitch was still hard on you, but something in his look and tone had changed.

And the last time you had this kind of look on you was when you were with your boyfriend.

"Try again, Y/n.” He told you, more to encourage than to denigrate you.

"Yes, Sir," you answered with a smile, a new motivation inhabiting you.

That night, neither of you spoke. There was no need to explain, you understood each other much more than you thought. No words were necessary. Mitch took you in his arms and you collided against his chest to smell his scent. A mixture of sweat but also cologne and mint. Immediately you felt safe and stuck a little more against him.

And that night, you both slept very well.

Not far from there, in his own apartment, a man closed two files. Two files very different but at the same time similar. Records of two very unique people who at first didn’t get along.

The man smiled as he filed the files. He knew from the beginning that together, these two would make a perfect team, mixing confidence and understanding.

Stan put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Yeah, his two protégés were a good duo.