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insideyourminddddddd · 1 year

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closer | xavier x wednesday smut

summary: wednesday loses her virginity to xavier lol thats about it. this is the 11th part of my ao3 fic (here). if context is missing to certain dialogue it's because it's a longer series but it is still very readable when isolated. lmk<3 not enough wednesday x xavier smut on here!

Wednesday’s window was freezing cold against Xavier’s bare hands, sending a shock throughout his arm as he knocked twice. In a way, he liked the cold. It made him feel less warm all over, bringing his heart rate back down to speed.

“Come in.” She sounded far away.

Xavier pushed hard, making the circular window swivel and ducking his head under to gain entry. Wednesday’s room looked exactly the way it had when he was last here, asking Thing where she was. He appreciated everything about her side, and loved how much it contrasted to Enid’s. He assumed that Enid was at Ajax’s, that Wednesday had informed her roommate to leave for designated writing time. Or maybe she’d told her the truth, that Xavier would be coming here. Doubtful.

He imagined Wednesday on her first day, unpacking and putting everything in its rightful place, so organized like she always was. He wondered if she’d needed help with her typewriter. It looked heavy, and her hands were so small.

Wednesday was sitting on her bed, still in her school uniform. Xavier had changed into a long black coat with a fleece underneath. He felt overdressed.

“Hi.” Her voice was flat.

“Hey.” Xavier felt like he could barely speak. Wednesday’s eyes were like strings on a puppet, holding him up, controlling where he went and how he felt. He was practically immobilized by her stare.

“You’re so far away.” Wednesday said pointedly. Xavier had said that to her, in their dream.

He nodded, maintaining the bob of his head as he slowly walked toward her. He sank to his knees in front of her, letting her be the taller one, the person who got to look down. Just like their dream, except his hands were now in the pockets of his jacket.

Wednesday sighed. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“It's not you I’m afraid of.”

Xavier blinked, his confusion clear. He took up so much room on her floor. “Your jacket is miles long,” Wednesday added.

“It’s not.”

“Take it off.” She wanted to see more of him.

“No. Tell me what you’re afraid of.”

“Take it off and I’ll consider it.”

Xavier said nothing as he slipped his coat off and threw it on the floor beside him. “What are you afraid of?”

Wednesday took a mental image of him, on his knees in her room in dark jeans and a white fleece and sneakers that were ripping at the soles. For now, she was bigger than him. For always, she was in control.

Afraid. What an awful word when she wasn’t the one bestowing such an emotion onto someone else, when she had to be the person feeling it, and she was. She was afraid of many things - of a person dying before her, of being taken advantage of, of trusting someone who made others lose trust in her, of being touched just to conjure a violent vision. To admit that to Xavier, to be so vulnerable before anyone, it felt like losing. What does it feel like? Tyler had said. To lose?

“What are you afraid of?” Xavier repeated. He reached out timidly, like he was grabbing an expensive glass he was afraid to break, wrapping his hand around her ankle. His fingers brushed the hem of her long skirt. Wednesday could feel the warmth of his touch, even through her socks.

Wednesday blinked once. Feeling his hands in any way, anywhere, lowered her inhibitions to a concerning degree. “I am afraid of being reduced to a pawn in someone else’s game.” She attempted to say this plainly, slightly swinging her ankle so that he gripped harder.

“In whose game?”

“Anyone’s.”

“Say it.”

“Tyler’s.”

Xavier nodded slowly, sliding his hand higher and beginning to move his thumb in circular motions against her calf. There was a flash of fury in his eyes, and she knew it was because she mentioned Tyler’s name. “And you were.”

“Yes, I was.”

“How did that make you feel?” Xavier’s hand was still moving, now resting upon her knee. It was making Wednesday feel woozy, like it wouldn't be so bad to tell the truth after all.

“Uncared for. His feelings were liquidated, falsified, all made up.”

Xavier was crawling closer now, his hand working his way onto her thigh. “That makes me very sad.”

Wednesday’s breath hitched. “If I couldn’t see it then, how could I ever trust anything?”

Xavier’s hand stopped moving, which Wednesday resented. “You have never been reduced to anything in my life. From the second you walked in it, you’ve only been amplified.”

Wednesday kept staring at him on the ground like he was worshiping some God. To Xavier, that’s what she was. She said nothing, silently begging him to keep touching her, to get closer to where she wanted him to be, erasing her thoughts, making her think of nothing but red. The room was silent, quieter than it had ever been. There was no sound of a cello, no dinging of Enid’s cellphone, no pattering of Thing, no clacking of a typewriter - just the white noise that Xavier was, his fast breathing, the space he occupied. Xavier took a deep breath shakily.

“And for the record, even if you think Tyler didn’t care, he would’ve if he’d gotten to know you. It’s impossible not to. And you want to know something else? If you let me in, if you accepted the offer that you know stands, I would make you feel so good about your life that you could see yourself that way too.”

“Then do it.” Wednesday snapped, pushing her body forward so that his hand was resting over her underwear, only beginning to ease the hungriness she’d been attempting to satisfy from the second he walked in wearing that damn coat.

“Do what?” He was almost breathless.

“Make me feel good.”

“Is that what you want?” Xavier began to withdraw his hand, which made Wednesday whine.

“Make it go away.”

“Say you trust me.”

Xavier Thorpe, drawing her perfectly in his sketchbook when she herself hardly knew what she looked like. Xavier Thorpe, buying his first all black cable knit two days after she started at Nevermore. Xavier Thorpe, laying on the floor in his room when she played the cello, closing his eyes so he could feel the sound of her better. Xavier Thorpe, always giving her the benefit of the doubt, the second chance she wouldn’t have had the pride to allow. Xavier Thorpe, shackled in the back of a cop car because of her and only worried that something could happen to hurt her. Xavier Thorpe, swimming across the hot tub, eyes greener than hell with a crooked smile created by cosmically connected dreams. Xavier Thorpe, tying a black bow around a black box holding a black phone for a girl, a girl who she was, who she is. Wednesday didn’t have to lie when she said, “I trust you.”

“Good, baby.”

Xavier’s voice had changed, growing rougher, lower, jumping to his feet and pushing her onto her bed. Her back was already arching when their lips meet, kissing for the first time in real life, and all he was thinking is yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

All five of the human senses were often lost on Wednesday. She didn’t crave food, or a certain candle, or the sound of much aside from her cello. In this moment, she was obsessed with every sense she had. His mouth was her favorite taste yet, so good that she felt like she could get drunk off it. Hearing was favorable, because even the most timid touch of her hand against his back made him moan, which she wished she could hear on a loop. Sight might’ve been the best of all if it weren’t for touch, if it weren’t for the friction in his jeans pressing against her pelvis, if it weren’t for how hard he was and how she was already addicted to it.

It wasn’t like this when she kissed Tyler.

Xavier’s hand reached around her back and lifted her closer to him, which made her gasp. She was brought back to earth by the sudden recognition that was happening, this was reality, this wasn’t a dream. And she didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t know how to touch you,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to touch me.”

Wednesday was flustered, feeling inadequate. “What if I want to?”

Now Xavier was flustered, eyes wide at the thought. He lowered her back onto the bed, putting both his hands by her head so that he was entirely over her. He couldn’t believe that she was real in front of him, that he could reach out and touch her and she wouldn’t disappear. “Then I can teach you.”

“And it will be like archery, me better than you, without even trying.” She noted that she sounded nervous, which was a foreign tone.

Wednesday expected Xavier to scoff, to rebuttal. He just shrugged, laughing softly. “Probably, yeah. You’re good at everything.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond before leaning back in to kiss her, cupping the back of her head and lifting it up so that he could get rougher, deeper. When he bit her bottom lip, Wednesday threw her head back, and Xavier didn’t let go, only biting harder. She loved it.

What she loved more was everything that he was saying. Xavier’s sentences were the opening scene to the removal of another item of clothing, a step closer to the fulfillment of this endless spiraling of want that she felt. Her whole body was pounding.

“I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life, Wednesday.”

His hands were under her shirt, pulling at the clasp of her bra.

“I think about you all the fucking time.”

He was pulling down her skirt, smiling against her cheek when he felt the lace edges of her black underwear. She tugged at his shirt as he did this, and he pulled it off entirely for her, smiling even bigger.

He was thin, but she liked it. Loved it, really. She could see his muscles and veins and could imagine what he looked like on the inside easily. She reached a hand up to his lower stomach, dragging her fingertips along his skin. This made him suck his breath in, hard.

Xavier couldn’t believe how perfect she was. All she had on was her underwear, and they were so her , which he felt dumb for noticing. I like your underwear, Wednesday, I like everything about you. Her skin was pale, and impossibly soft. He’d drawn her so many times that he was starting to feel like he knew her, but God, he knew nothing. He couldn’t imagine what was before him until she actually was, braids coming undone and cheeks flushed and her hands resting under her collarbones, covering her chest shyly.

He leaned onto his left side, laying next to her as she lay flat and moving his right hand to pull her underwear to the side. This act alone makes Wednesday moan, and she was embarrassed by it, but Xavier didn’t look smug. He looked wondrous, like he was figuring it all out for the first time too, even if he wasn’t. The truth was, it might as well be the first time, because it’d never felt like this before.

She was already incredibly wet, which makes Xavier feel like he was short circuiting, like someone turned him off and on again. “Tell me if you’re in pain,” he whispered, and he started with one finger, then two.

To Wednesday, nothing hurt. She noted a sensation similar to fire pooling low in her abdomen, and it intensified every time she looked at Xavier’s face, at how he was biting his lower lip, sweat beginning to pool on his forehead and above his mouth. She wanted to lick it off and taste the saltiness of it. Every time their eyes met he pushed his fingers further, and when Wednesday reacted, he felt like he was drowning in some unreal feeling, some degree of bliss.

Xavier bit back a moan. He wanted this to be about her, but it was actually hard not to finish this way, at the fact that his fingers were soaking and stained with Wednesday . He was beginning to feel carnal. The thought of doing anything other than this made him feel dismal. Next to her, with his hands inside her, watching her make strangled noises at his movements - Xavier felt as though this is what he was born to do. This is what he was put on Earth for, to right Wednesday’s wrongs, to make her feel better.

That very Earth stuttered on its axis seconds later, when Wednesday finished, when Wednesday realized, wow, so this is what the fuss was about . She was impossibly loud, arching forward because the convulsions were too much, and when Xavier tried to cover her mouth she bit him, because she wanted everyone to hear. Everything was static and she couldn’t focus on anything at once, at anything but the pleasure coursing through her body. For a second, she was convinced that she would feel this way forever. It was intense and jerking and it was Xavier who gave it to her, who she hoped would give it to her again and again.

“Xavier,” she whispered, feeling his fingers leave her, watching his chest heave. Just like hers.

He moved closer, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and kissing it. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.” His voice was a murmur, barely audible.

“I want more.”

She felt him smile against her neck, which was a top-three sensation. She wanted him to smile against every part of her body. He reached his hand back down, but she caught his wrist. “More.” With her knee, she sloppily rubbed against his jeans, finding her way to him. Somehow, he was harder than before.

Xavier looked at her for a second, at how red she was. He’d never seen her with this much color. He wanted to, of course he wanted to. He just didn’t want it to be too soon. “Are you a virgin?”

Wednesday was flushed, meek in a way he rarely saw her. “I am.”

Xavier kissed her cheek, overwhelmed at the prospect of doing something with her that no one had gotten to do before. She moved away from him for a second, and he felt embarrassed. He didn’t want to make it a bigger deal than necessary, but it was. It was her first time. He wanted it to be special, to be memorable. He wanted her to feel special. “Are you sure?”

“I am sure.” Wednesday nodded to reinforce her sentiment, touching his dimple with her right hand. He looked happy, genuinely so.

“It may hurt.”

“Ideally.”

“You have to tell me if it hurts, and we can stop and go slower.”

“More.”

Xavier was awkward in his removal of his pants and underwear, shimmying them off. She couldn’t believe that she was getting to see him in this light, breathing in the air of his sweat and mouth and neck and body. Seeing him like this, practically dancing, smiling wide to lighten the mood, she almost wanted to laugh. Later that night, she would write in her journal; tonight we were young and happy and sweaty and disgusting and naked and we were people, in all definitions of whatever a person may be. She loved it. She fucking loved it.

When he got back on the bed, back on top of her, he wrapped both his hands on the respective sides of her underwear. He leaned down to kiss her stomach, right above her belly button, before pulling them off entirely, throwing them across the room. “There you are,” he whispered.

Here I am, she thought. Wednesday grabbed the top of Xavier’s head, yanking at his hair to pull him closer, to line him up with her. She was made frantic by the desire to feel him inside her.

“Be nice,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“Never.”

Xavier held her wrists above her head. She was entirely at his will. “Never,” he repeated.

He entered her slowly, gasping for breath. He was heaving so much she thought he might die, moaning like crazy and they were only just getting started. Wednesday wished she could record it. She was focusing on her new favorite song when she began to feel a sting, deep and tight, like a rubber band snapping. She gasped, different than before, but she wanted him to keep going. The pressure in her stomach, the pressure everywhere , it was building. But soon, it would break.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Xavier was kissing Wednesday’s forehead as he said, his right hand slamming into her headboard. “Fuck.”

It was better than okay. Wednesday loved the pain and the pleasure, the way they mixed when he was fully inside her, when he could pick up speed and thrust into her. Her bed was slamming against the wall, and she was impossibly loud, whimpering and saying Xavier’s name. He was swearing, and he was saying her name even more than she was saying his. She didn't care about the volume or the prospect of someone hearing. She didn’t care about Nevermore, or the world, or other people, or anything that wasn’t Xavier fucking her.

All these years, all the mysteries she’d been trying to solve, all the holes she’d been trying to fill to resolve that nothingness inside her - Xavier had had the key the whole time. She felt like he was putting together the pieces of her body, of her being, one by one. She brought her hand up to pull his hair, and relished in the sounds he made in response. “You’re perfect,” he said, going faster and looking pathetic and fantastic.

Xavier moved both his hands to the side of her face, and was reminded of how harshly he covered his ears in that first dream, where she was tied up. He imagined squeezing her skull, just as he once imagined bursting his own. Sometimes he felt like he liked her so much he could eat her alive. He knew now that even being inside her wasn’t enough to fully quench his desire. His obsession was never ending. Maybe if he crawled inside her, held her heart as though it was his, met her where no one had ever been, maybe then he’d be satisfied, somehow more so than he was now, fucking his muse.

He finished quickly, onto her stomach, and cleaned them both with a tissue from her bedside table. Wednesday couldn’t stop staring at the length of his body, the length of every part of him, missing when their bodies were merged even though that was mere seconds ago. Xavier pulled her blanket over him, calling her beautiful and hot and sexy and wonderful and perfect, perfect, perfect.

For the first time in her life, Wednesday could feel the moment around her slipping away like sand through her fingertips. How warm her body felt, how the sheets were coming off on the bottom left corner of the bed, how Xavier’s hands were still shaking as they touched her, pulling her back in to kiss her more softly than before. She hadn’t known how much she wanted this until it was happening. What else had passed her by, blurred by insecurities and faulted priorities? It was already over. And she felt so fucking alive.

She was sitting up, Xavier’s left arm swung around her lower stomach, and looking back over her shoulder to see him. He was laying there, his hair falling around him, eyes fluttering closed.

“Go to sleep,” Wednesday whispered, as if he needed her permission. Maybe he did.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” Xavier’s voice was small and tired. In this moment, everything about him had become smaller, like him opening himself up to her had made him more sizable. He was as big as ever, of course, his feet hanging off of the end of her twin bed, but it didn’t seem that way. Wednesday felt like a snake, wrapping herself around her victim just so she knew how to eat them, just so they could fit perfectly within her. He would be the best meal of her life.

“In my room, yes, I think I will be here.”

“You know what I mean. Are we real?”

Wednesday locked eyes with him, a dizziness coming over her. She knew what he meant, but said nothing, running her hand over his eyes to force them shut. He looked content, more so than maybe anyone she’d ever seen before. Wednesday thought about how he was just inside her, how their bodies were connected on an anatomical level, how his face had twisted in this gorgeous way and it was all because of her. That was beautiful to her, even if it would’ve embarrassed her to say it out loud. Stay inside me forever, she wanted to say. Be there always, so that I can be weak, so that I can want something so bad I’d kill for it, so I can bend at the will of anything other than my selfish desires, so that I can be a human.

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awigglycultist · 2 years

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Okay now that several ppl have helped and rbed my post, here's a longer list of some content/trigger warnings in NMT2 (I tried to keep this as spoiler free as possible but there are some small spoilers. If you want to know anything more about any of these feel free to dm me. Also feel free to add on more if anyone has anything else that comes to mind)

Honey Queen

- Lots of Death all around, but especially durning the honey queen pageant, tho there's other points too (34:00 - 35:00 tho we don't see the actual death) (1:13:10 - 1:13:39) (1:14:50 - 1:50:40) (1:16:03 - 1:16:50) (1:25:00 - 1:25:28)

- Durning the song at the very beginning, Honey Queen, there's lots of clips of honeycomb (3:20 - 5:001 but honeycomb doesn't show up immediately)

- There's also lots of clips of bees in the same song (same as above)

- Zoey's grandma is homophobic (she never says anything particularly horrible, also she's a very minor character, but still) (23:50 - 25:09)

- Another character outs someone (23:50 - 25:09)

- A huge fight scene (1:10:30 - 1:16:50)

- There’s a not too graphic depiction of hanging, it happens when Linda and Zoey are fighting backstage on the catwalk (1:14:50 - 1:15:40)

- I'm really unsure how to explain this one but a very gross and graphic description of pig corpses magically coming together to form something else (1:24:16 - 1:24:43)

- At the end, there's a really close up shot of a mouth (think like the one in the them but like. Idk it was just grosser/scarier) (1:24:40 - 1:25:18)

- There's flashing durning the Nibbly Ditty (1:26:36 - 1:26:48)

Perky's Buds

- Gun violence (4:19 - 4:57) (51:34 - 52:54)

- Animal violence (birds spefically), both at beginning and the end (4:19 - 4:57) (52:54 - 53:19)

- Animal death (birds spefically) at the end (52:54 - 53:19)

- 4 people die, it's all in one scene when the nighthawks start attacking (24:35 - 25:37)

- Graphic vomiting scene when Ezekiel make Ziggs and Emma be feed like birds (they don't show vomit but the nosies and descriptions are very gross and graphic) (33:33 - 34:44)

Abstinence Camp

- There's lots of blood splatters on the screen durning Axe Man , they're pretty fake looking, it's just a red overlay in splatter patterns but it may still be something that bothers you (song is 58:55 - 1:02:33)

- You can see an axe a lot throughout Axe Man (same as above)

- Durning Axeman there's a bit with an axe holding a pair of underwear with a ton of blood covering it (59:55 - 59:59)

- Flashing images durning Axe Man (1:01:10 - 1:01:15) (1:01:42 - 1:01:48)

- You can hear someone vomiting for a little bit at the beginning of Abstinence Camp, starts as soon as The Axe Man song ends (1:02:34 - 1:02:39)

- Lots of death of all around 1:28:43 - 1:29:35) (1:42:48 - 1:43:19) (2:00:09 - 2:00:36) (2:01:00 - 2:01:18)

- Gross description of someone after they've died (1:29:55 - 1:30:10)

- several mentions of sex and masturbation. But the thing I can really pin point is once someone does masturbate and it's described (1:26:30 - 1:27:32)

Daddy

- A dog dies, of natural causes. When Frank goes home from the mall and then goes to the vet. (9:49 - 10:42)

- There's 4 deaths from when Shelia goes to the honey festival and forward for the rest of the ep. (51:51 - 52:28 this one is off screen but this is the moment we find out they're dead) (53:43 - 54:07)(57:33 - 58:04) (1:04:25 - 1:04:55)

Gun Violence (53:43 - 54:07)

Killer Track

- The song Killer Track is played when Kale and Miss Holloway are in the van (don't worry about when Rose is the van) it also has lost of flashing a loud nosies (1:26:36 - 1:28:19)

- There's a fake out death, it's a huge spoiler so dm for more info (1:37:30 - 1:38:23 this is when it happens but it's also talked about for a while after lmk if you want that too)

- Someone dies after the song Runaway With Me (2:01:45 - 2:02:12)

Yellow Jacket

- At the beginning when Hannah is in shop class, blood spatter across the screen throughout her vision (8:59 - 9:10) (9:39 - 9:49) (10:23-10:25 there's a sound for this one too, idk how exactly to describe it except well it kinda sounds like a finger getting cut off)

- Description of Hannah's accident (10:25 - 10:30)

- When Webby first appears there's a clip of a small spider (17:32 - 17:37)

- There's a bit where blue goo is puked into someone's mouth, can't get around this without a bit of more spoilering too so dm if you want to know when it happens (1:3544 - 1:35:58)

-Death, it's not an actual human that dies if that matters to you (1:41:13 - 1:41:27)

#starkid #hatchetfield #nightmare time #for later

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natsfirecat · 3 years

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Bring You Back

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

summary: r and nat have happily been together for over a year, until everything comes crashing down. now, nat and the avengers will stop at nothing to get back the r they know

genre: angst w happy ending

word count: 10k

warnings: swearing, cheating, mind control/brainwashing, setting things on fire, Supergirl references, two sentences that could potentially be interpreted as implied smut but that wasn’t my intention, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: this is set in the same universe as Operation Fire Widow but you don’t need to read that to understand this!

also this is kinda proofread, and by that i mean it’s 2am and i read over it but i’m tired and not thinking straight so the proofread doesn’t really count

”I swear, if you two don’t get married then I won’t believe in love anymore,” Carol said as she sat down on the chair across from you and Natasha.

You smiled as you felt your girlfriend’s arms around you tighten.

Carol couldn’t help but smile proudly at the two of you.

You had been together for a little over a year, but you had been crushing on her for months beforehand. Carol, being one of your best friends, had been part of the big plan created to get the two of you together. Things didn’t end up going as planned, but of course it all worked out in the end.

“Does anyone want a blanket before it starts?” Wanda asked as she entered the living room.

Carol and Peter both nodded at her, but Natasha simply shook her head.

“I have my blanket right here,” she whispered into your ear.

You grinned, then closed your eyes. You purposely used your pyrokinesis to heat yourself up to just the right temperature so your girlfriend could be warm.

She leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, causing you to giggle.

In the past year that you were together, Natasha evidently found out about your love for Supergirl.

It took some convincing, but eventually you were able to get her to binge watch the show with you so she could catch up to the live episodes.

“Y’know, you’re kinda like Kara if you think about it,” Natasha had told you. “You’re a happy little ray of sunshine, but you can also be a powerful badass when you want to,”

You smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss.

“I think you’re like Lena,” you replied, smiling at her. “You don’t have powers, but you’re still a badass and the team would basically be lost without you. You’re also super smart, and not to mention the fact that you both have gorgeous green eyes. Plus, you and Lena both act like you’re all dark and scary, but deep down you’re a softie,”

She rolled her eyes at the last sentence, prompting you to giggle before kissing her once again.

“So if I’m Kara and you’re Lena, then that means that you have reason to ship Supercorp now!”

“I already ship them, detka.” She told you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Lena clearly makes her smile a lot more than Mon-El ever did. I wish he never came back in the first place, but Lena did right by making the device that required him to leave Earth,”

“I’m so proud of you.”

Now, Natasha had caught up so she could watch the episodes live with you Carol, Wanda, and Peter.

The current season wasn’t great, but you had been watching it since the pilot of the show first aired and you certainly weren’t going to stop now.

“Damn it,” you heard Natasha whisper as William appeared on the screen. “I don’t want to see him,”

You smiled, then placed your hands over hers, which were currently resting on your lower stomach.

“He’s just taking up screen-time that should be going to Nia, or Alex or Kelly,” she said to you.

You nodded in agreement, softly rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.

You leaned back father into her, allowing her to place a few kisses on your head.

“I love you, Natty,” you said softly, looking up at her.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, unable to stop the smile on her face.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Carol said, pausing the show. “Do your little sappy couple stuff later, we’re about to get a Supercorp moment,”

You breathed out a chuckle, then turned your attention back to the screen.

After the episode ended, Natasha insisted on carrying you back to your shared bedroom because of how tired you were.

You nodded, allowing her to effortlessly pick you up and take you upstairs to bed.

Luckily, you had decided to wear your pajamas before going down for Supergirl, so you didn’t have to change now that you were as tired as you were.

She gently set you down on the bed, climbing next to you as soon as she changed into her own pajamas.

Her arms had become your home at this point. You scooted yourself closer to her, placing your head underneath her chin as you wrapped your arms around her.

A yawn escaped your mouth as you began to entangle your legs with hers.

“Natty?” You asked her, not quite ready to fall asleep yet. She nodded for you to continue. “When do you think Bucky’s gonna ask Steve out? I can tell he likes him. Maybe we should do something for him like my friends did with me last year,”

Her breath had hitched the moment you mentioned Bucky’s name.

“What?” You asked her, eyes opening wider now.

“I don’t think Bucky likes Steve,” she said. Not in her soft voice she normally used with you. But with her voice she used with everyone else.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, your smile faltering a bit.

“He just doesn’t,”

“And how would you know that?”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go to sleep.”

You backed away from her, raising yourself up so you were on your elbows now.

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not!”

“You are,”

“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”

Her eyes had widened, and she almost looked afraid. And that made you afraid.

“Natty, what’s going on?”

She said nothing, but broke her eye contact.

“Natasha,” you said, your own tone changing a bit too. It wasn’t your happy, cheerful tone you had most of the time. It was the tone you used while on the battlefield, or during interrogations. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I can’t,” she said at almost a whisper. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to fall down.

“Tell me, or I’ll ask Bucky myself,”

“No, don’t!” She begged. “Please don’t! It didn’t mean anything! You’re the one I love!”

Your heart fell, as she practically confirmed your fear.

You were wide awake now.

“No,” you got out. “No it’s not true,”

You pulled yourself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. You sped-walked down to the end of the hall, Natasha following after you.

Your fists were balled so tightly, you were sure your nails would leave a mark; they were almost drawing blood.

You had to take a deep breath before knocking on his door, you didn’t want to set it on fire.

“Yeah?” He asked, opening it. His smile fell as soon as he saw Natasha’s tear-struck face.

“What did you guys do?” You asked shakily, looking between them.

“You told her?!” Bucky said angrily.

“No, no, no, no, no,” you said softly, your stomach already twisting. “It’s true?”

“I promise it didn’t mean anything,” Natasha cried desperately. She pulled your arm back, flinching at the heat radiating off of it, but she didn’t let go. “It was only once, we just had a bit too much to drink, and-”

You pulled your arm out of her grasp, already feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.

“When?”

“Two weeks ago,” Bucky answered, earning a glare from Natasha.

“Y/N, baby, please,” she said as she reached out for you again. “I love you, and I want you,”

You couldn’t even look at her.

Without another word, you made your way back to your bedroom. Not the one you shared with Natasha, but the one you had before you and her got together.

At this point you began to hyperventilate. You could hear the banging coming from the other side of your door, but you weren’t going to open it.

You lay facing down on your bed, letting the sobs escape as your breathing only got faster.

Before you knew it, the pillow you were clinging onto had completely caught on fire.

“Shit,” you said, shaking it to try to get rid of it.

Unfortunately, your grip on it only made it worse. So you tossed it onto the bed.

Bad idea.

Now the entire bed was on fire.

“Oh, fuck it!”

Luckily, Tony had used his nanotech to upgrade all of your suits. So with a tap to your watch, your fireproof superhero suit began to appear.

If you could smother the flames with something that wouldn’t catch on fire, maybe it could work.

It did not.

The fire alarm was now going off.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” you muttered.

You closed your eyes, holding your hand out to attempt to use your powers to put the flames out, but it didn’t work. You could still hardly breathe, and your vision was still blurry with tears.

Finally, you fell to your knees, letting out a scream that carried so many emotions.

When you opened your eyes, the flames were gone. Your hands were shaking, your chest was burning, and the fire alarm was still going off, but the flames were gone.

You let out a shaky sigh.

You stood up, ready to open the door, but you stopped yourself right before you grabbed the handle.

You couldn’t be here anymore. You wouldn’t. Not after what she did to you.

You figured you’d call one of your childhood friends, and stay with her for a bit. You two had always had one another’s backs, so you didn’t doubt that she’d help you.

You made your way back to the door, silently praying that no one would still be waiting.

You wish had half-come true. Natasha wasn’t right outside your door anymore, but she was down the hall heading toward you. It looked like she was carrying something to open your door, since she wouldn’t have been able to do it herself with the material it was.

You quickly broke eye contact with her, then dashed down the other end of the hall. You heard her footsteps, but you didn’t stop running.

“Y/N, please!” She called, finally catching up to you as you stood outside yours and her bedroom door.

“Get away from me,” you choked out.

You just needed to grab your phone so you could call your friend. You needed your phone so you could get away from the person who had caused you all the pain you were feeling.

You opened the door, wasting no time in finding your phone right where you left it on the nightstand.

Unfortunately, your eyes met hers as you turned back around.

“Please, let’s just talk about this! Y/N, I love you!”

“I wish I believed that.”

You brushed past her, leaving her stunned.

You couldn’t face anyone right now. Once you got to your friend’s place, you’d text your other friends and let them know that you were safe.

But for now, you exited the building without another word.

You were thankful for your fire powers at this moment. You could see your breath in front of you, so you knew it had to be cold for anyone without pyrokinesis.

Once you got far enough away from the compound (you knew you were far enough when you could no longer hear the fire truck that had automatically been sent over by F.R.I.D.A.Y.) you pulled your phone out, and scrolled through your contacts until you found your friend.

You clicked the call button, holding the phone up to your ear.

“Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...”

The phone rang a few more times as you waited for her, but you never found out if she actually picked up or not; as you suddenly lost consciousness at the feeling of a blow to your head.

Part of you tried to fight whatever was happening to you, hearing the voices as your body was dragged around. But the other part of you thought about what Natasha had done to you. That part didn’t fight.

And that part won.

6 months later

”We have intel on a HYDRA base formed near here, responsible for multiple civilian casualties and experimentation,” Steve told everyone.

Natasha had been staring at the empty seat at the table, once filled with your presence.

“Nat,” Steve said to her, sighing.

“What?” She asked, being brought back to reality.

“Look, Nat,” he said softly. “We need you for this. We need the whole team.”

She said nothing, but nodded at him.

She had to restrain herself from shifting her gaze back to your empty chair. She also had to restrain herself from looking at anyone but Steve to avoid everyone else’s lingering glares.

Most missions didn’t need the whole team, but because no one had been to this base before, they didn’t know what to expect. Because of that, it was better to be prepared and have the whole team rather than risking a few people for what could be too much for them.

The base was only about 30 minutes on the Quinjet, so definitely within somewhat close proximity.

Steve sent Wanda and Natasha down first.

Neither of them said anything to each other. Wanda had hardly said two words to her at all since you left. She missed you, and she blamed her for your leaving.

Tony and Carol followed close behind.

Natasha held her gun at her side, holding it up at every corner they passed.

Of course, she wasn’t really thinking about this mission, or about HYDRA.

She was thinking about you.

She was thinking about how you would go out of your way to hold her hand while she was nervous on missions. She didn’t get nervous until you.

Before you, she never really felt that she had a reason to be nervous.

But once she was with you, she would always get scared that she wouldn’t make it back to you, or you wouldn’t make it back to her.

Even after you left, her nerves didn’t go away.

With her powers, Wanda could sense Natasha’s anxiety. She was pretty good at hiding it, but her thoughts were loud enough for Wanda to tell otherwise.

They rounded the next corner, making their way into a room filled with computers.

“We’re in,” Wanda said through her earpiece.

Natasha made her way to one of the computers, and began to type away to get what they needed.

If she hadn’t been the cause for you leaving, Wanda, along with the team in general, would actually feel bad for the assassin. She hardly went on missions anymore, unless they absolutely needed her.

She could hide her emotions when people looked her straight in the face, but they all knew that she had been miserable since you had left.

Before you, she didn’t smile very often. When she did, it was usually just a small grin. But once she was with you, she couldn’t help but smile almost all the time around you. She wouldn’t hesitate to fully smile with you, especially when you were always smiling at her.

“Oh my god, Natasha,” Wanda said, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “For just one second, could you stop thinking about…”

Natasha perked up when she noticed that Wanda didn’t finish her sentence.

She turned around to see what she was looking at, causing her jaw to drop instantly.

“Y/N…”

“Let go of me!”

“No! I don’t belong here!”

“What did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?”

“Get away from me!”

Your cries echoed through everyone’s ears as you were restrained in a small cell.

Your plan was to burn the two redheads before they could get HYDRA’s important files, but they had failed to inform you that one of them had powers too. Except her powers allowed her to constrict you in mid-air as you fought against her.

She eventually put you into some sort of trance, so you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone.

You weren’t sure why everyone was looking at you the way they did, but you figured it had something to do with them being Avengers.

In your months as a HYDRA agent, they always warned you of the Avengers. They said they couldn’t let you get anywhere near them.

You weren’t sure why, I mean, you could literally control fire with your mind. Had you been paired against anyone other than the redheaded witch, you would’ve easily won.

“Y/N,” came the voice of Captain America.

“That’s not my name. I don’t know who Y/N is,” you replied, sending him a harsh glare.

“Y/N, we know this isn’t you. We’re going to do everything in our power to get you back,”

You scoffed,

“This is who I am. Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with? Especially since you haven’t even given me the liberty to be able to defend myself, by taking my powers,”

He sighed,

“We’re not going to kill you. Tony designed this cell to counteract abilities like yours. It’s not doing any damage to you, but you won’t be able to use them. We can’t allow you to have your powers while you’re like this,”

“Then just fucking kill me!”

He sighed again.

“I’m going to leave you in here for the night, but we’ll be back tomorrow,”

He waved goodbye, and even gave you a small smile.

You weren’t sure why he did it, but you only glared back.

“I can’t do it, Clint,” Natasha said, pacing around in circles.

Clint was the only one who didn’t completely shun her and shut her out after finding out what happened. Part of him wanted to, but he knew she needed somebody. Even if it was just one person. And if that one person had to be him, then so be it.

“You don’t have to do it now, especially since she’s not… the Y/N we know. But you can’t avoid her forever.”

“She left me. For all we knew, she could’ve been dead. She made no contact, she clearly didn’t want us to find her. I thought…. I thought she was gone forever. But now HYDRA has her, and it’s my fault.”

“Nat, you can’t blame yourself for this. Her abilities are unique, so it’s not surprising that they would target her like this,”

“It is my fault. If I hadn’t… done what I did, if I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, she wouldn’t have ran off like that. She wouldn’t have been taken.”

“You’re right, you were fucking stupid. But you didn’t cause HYDRA to take her and mess with her mind. That’s on them, not you,”

She shifted her gaze to the floor as tears began to form in her eyes.

“I’ve missed her so much, Clint,” she said, her voice breaking. “I wish I could take it all back. I wish it never happened. I wish I could just hold her in my arms and never let go,”

He took a step closer to her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as she began to sob.

Just then, Steve began to make his way back, passing the kitchen.

“Anything?” Clint asked as he walked by, still holding Natasha close as she continued to cry.

Steve gave a solemn look, then shook his head no.

When he saw the way Natasha was crying, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. Yes, she had broken the heart of one of the nicest, and overall universally liked person, but he couldn’t help but want to comfort her in this moment. She was once his friend too.

Instead, he continued to the meeting room to consult the rest of the team and inform them of your state.

Steve kept his promise about returning. He was only there for a few minutes before Tony Stark stood in front of your cell.

He looked like he was about to throw up.

“So,” he began, stepping forward. “Do you know why you’re here, any of this look familiar to you?”

“God, for someone who’s supposed to be a genius, you’re really fucking stupid,”

“Look, whatever HYDRA’s told you isn’t true. They’re filling your head with lies. Both literally and figuratively.”

“Sure they are,”

“Well then why don’t you tell me what all you remember of your life before HYDRA?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean they’re lying to me. They’re the ones who gave me my pyrokinesis, which you took from me, but the memory loss was a side effect.”

“They didn’t give you your powers, Y/N, you got them when you were a sophomore in college. Freak accident with something that wasn’t supposed to be in your chemistry class, but it ended up working out for you. You became an Avenger two years ago,”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me Y/N.”

“Fine then. What would you like me to call you? What name did HYDRA give you?”

“I don’t have a name. I have an identity.”

“Alright then, what’s your identity?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Cute. Alright, that’s enough for now,”

He left you. It seemed you had annoyed him enough.

No one came by for the rest of the day.

Well, that’s not entirely true. One person, who looked like he was just a kid, stopped by to slip food through the tray.

“Here you go, Miss.”

He didn’t call you the same thing Tony and Steve did. You were grateful for it.

But as soon as his eyes met yours, they instantly filled with tears and he ran out.

You had always been well-liked among all the Avengers, but Tony began to have a soft spot for you when you became friends with Peter. You were a bit older than him, but you always acted like a big sister to him, and thought of him as your little brother. Soon enough, Tony began viewing you as a daughter figure.

He didn’t like the idea of Peter going in there with you, but he was outvoted when the kid volunteered to bring your food.

He knew he was right when he saw him running back, rubbing his shirt against his eyes to wipe away the tears.

For the next week, it became a routine. Steve and Tony would come by, and try to get you to talk, but ended up just going in circles. You were beginning to wish they actually had killed you.

But after the first week, something changed. Two women walked in.

You recognized one of them as the redhead who used her powers on you, and the other was a taller blonde who looked vaguely familiar.

“What now?” You asked, sitting against the wall.

Neither of them made clear eye contact.

“You’re the one who suspended me in the air while your teammates fucking captured me,” you said, pointing at Wanda.

“We didn’t capture you, HYDRA did,” she told you.

“That seems to be a common theme going around, and it’s getting tiring. But you know what? Go ahead, tell me more about how they’re lying to me when they’re the ones who made me into what I am today,”

“We’re not here to talk about HYDRA,” Carol said, looking up.

“Oh? Well then by all means, do continue,”

She took a deep breath in,

“You were more than our teammate, you were our friend. So if you’re tired of us telling you that your life is a lie, we’ll tell you about your life here,”

You shrugged. You were bored. If what they said would keep you entertained, then you didn’t have a problem with it.

“I was the one who trained you with your powers. When we found you, you could hardly control them at all. You had run away from everything and everyone, trying to isolate yourself so you wouldn’t hurt anyone. The instant we saw you, we knew you were a good person. You had this look in your eyes-”

“Oh really?” You asked. “Where’s this look now?”

“Gone. Buried somewhere in your mind, along with the rest of your memories,”

You between both of them,

“Tell me why you’re really here,”

The truth was that Wanda believed she could somehow try to use her powers to get your memories back by searching through your head. She stood there, staring at you, trying to find anything that would show your old memories, but there was nothing.

If that wouldn’t work then it couldn’t hurt if they at least attempted to tell you a little bit more about your life here.

“I was there when you controlled fire for the first time, completely on your own. You were in control. You couldn’t believe it, but all I remember is feeling so incredibly proud of you. We kept working together, and soon, I was able to call you one of my best friends.”

You could see her crying, and you began to feel for her. You weren’t sure why; she was an Avenger. An Avenger who betrayed HYDRA nonetheless, but part of you wanted to comfort her.

“I’m sorry,” you said. You instantly regretted it. You couldn’t let them manipulate you like this.

“When I joined the team, you were the most welcoming person here. You had joined just a few weeks before me, but I could tell that everyone already loved you. It didn’t take long for me to love you too.” Carol said, her eyes filling with tears too.

They had to be lying, but you weren’t sure why part of you felt such a pull toward them. It had to be part of Wanda’s mental manipulation. That was the only explanation you could think of.

“The boy,” you began. “If what you’re saying is true, I-” you stopped yourself. “Y/N, was also close with him, right?”

“Yeah,” Wanda told you. “You and Peter become close fast. You originally bonded over TV shows you both liked, which turned into a thing for the four, and eventually five, of us to watch together,”

You still didn’t fully believe them, but if hearing about your supposed life would entertain you, then you’d keep listening.

This pattern also lasted a week. They would come in for about an hour per day, and tell you stories about your life here.

They told you about the time Wanda decided to teach you guys how to bake. You decided that waiting for it to heat up took too much time, so you held the pan in your hands and heated it up with your powers. They ended up burning to a crisp.

They told you about the time all of Peter’s friends ended up being out of town for his school dance, so you agreed to go with him. Wanda and Carol had managed to sneak in as well, to check on the two of you but everything ended up being fine.

They told you about the time you tried to high-five Tony after a mission, and his suit registered you as a threat at first because of how you jumped up to meet him, so it ended up blasting you 20 feet.

They told you about how you once calmed down the Hulk and turned him back into Bruce simply by smiling and waving at him.

They told you about the time where Steve made a political comment, and you slammed your hand on the table and spent the next two hours educating him on important political topics. They said you had practically radicalized the man from the 40’s.

One day, neither of them came in. It was surprising, as you had actually begun to slightly enjoy their company. Slightly.

Instead, Peter came in. He looked a little less nervous than the first time, but he managed to look you in the eye.

“Y/N…” he said.

Your stomach turned as an idea popped into your head. It was a terrible idea, and would most definitely hurt him. But it would get you out of here. It would allow you to get out, and get back to HYDRA.

“Peter!” You said, perking up in a high-pitched voice.

“Y/N?” He was confused now.

“Peter, Peter, Peter! I remember now! It’s all coming back to me! We were friends! Close friends, you were practically my brother! I remember it all!”

You strained yourself to keep your face smiling and optimistic.

He turned his head to the side, thinking about it.

It had to work. He had to believe you so he would let you out.

“Peter, I remember going with you to your dance! Your friends weren’t there, so I went with you. We ended up having a great time, especially when Wanda and Carol made an appearance too!”

He reached forward, about to open the cell when he stopped himself.

He wanted to believe you so bad. He wanted his sister back.

“Tell me about the little boxes,”

This had to be a code of some sort. Shit.

The Y/N they were describing seemed to be a bit clumsy, losing control of her powers and getting blasted by Tony while trying to high five him. You could picture Peter being similar to that too.

“I tripped over a bunch of tiny boxes, and then you fell right after me. We ended up laughing about it for hours,”

He sighed, looking away from you.

The truth was that little boxes were a Supergirl reference. You and Peter were both generally optimistic people, so you had confessed to each other that there was a lot of pressure with that to keep up the team’s spirits. So when you both saw Lena talk about how she uses the little boxes as her coping mechanism, you both knew it was unhealthy.

Luckily, you came up with a healthy version. You both could keep up your optimism with the team, but you had a free pass with each other. Undoing the little boxes, if you will.

He couldn’t bring himself to look back at you. He couldn’t believe he almost let you trick him like that.

So he walked out without another word.

Tony was waiting for him, and immediately pulled him in for a hug when he saw his face.

“I thought she was back for a moment,” he said. “I thought we got her back,”

Tony let out a long sigh. No one could get through to you, not even your best friends.

They only had one option left now; Natasha.

“You can do this, Nat,” Clint told her.

It had been four weeks since you’d been in your cell. Over a week since anyone from the team tried talking to you. She was the only option left.

She didn’t want to do it at first, she still didn’t.

But Clint eventually convinced her. He told her that she owed it to you to at least try. Whether it be out of her love for you, or because she hurt you, she owed it to you.

He walked with her until they reached the door. From there, she had to go on her own.

She walked down the hall, holding her arms around herself.

She took a deep breath, then finally stepped in front of your viewpoint.

You sat with your back against the wall, eating the last bit of your lunch.

“Hey,” you said, giving a simple wave.

She tried to steady her breaths before looking directly at you.

“You were there when they took me back here,” you told her. “I remember. You were at one of the computers, and I was about to attack you and Wanda before she suspended me in the air and you guys brought me here,”

“Remember anything else?”

“No. Were you someone important? I thought they were done sending in all of Y/N’s friends,”

“We weren’t friends,”

“Oh?”

“I loved you. Part of me always will,”

“You mean to tell me that I pulled the Black Widow? Okay, now I know you guys are lying to me,”

“Peter, Wanda, and Carol were the ones who devised the big plan to get us together. They wanted to figure out a way for me to need your warmth, so you could be my personal heater. It didn’t go like that, and you accidentally burned me while we were dancing. Then I found out you liked me, and the rest is history.”

“You got with Y/N after she burned you?”

“First of all, I know you didn’t actually mean to burn me. Second of all, I had liked you for some time too. When we first met, I instantly felt this pull toward you. Your smile made me feel things I never thought I could feel. You always went out of your way to make me smile. I thought it was because you were like that with everyone; but as soon as I learned about your feelings for me, I couldn’t believe it. I called you down the next day to ask you out, and that’s when we had our first kiss,”

“Sounds great,” you said nonchalantly, knowing it hurt her. “But if you claimed to love me so much, why didn’t you look for me?”

Her breath hitched.

“Oooh, I hit a nerve there,” you said with a chuckle. “What? Did it happen in the middle of a fight or something?”

That’s when the reality of the situation hit her. Yes, she would do everything in her power to get you back, but would you still want her even when she did get you back? You were right, you had left because Natasha had broken your heart. How would she face you again once you remembered it all, once you remembered what she did to you?

So she changed the subject.

“Did the others tell you about your favorite shows?”

“They told me that we would all watch shows together, but didn’t give specifics,”

“Your favorite was Supergirl. I always thought you were a lot like the main character, Kara. You just had this sunshine in your eyes, just like her.”

“And now?”

“Well, I guess you’ll see once you get to the sixteenth episode of season one.”

“When I get to that episode? So you’re resorting to TV shows for my memory?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, which brought her even more pain.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind the idea, I imagine it gets boring for you in here,”

“No, no, you’re right, it does. Look, if you want me to watch it, I’ll watch it, but…” you burst into laughter again.

It was pathetic how the Black Widow was so determined to get her sweet little Y/N back.

But, you were willing to let her try. You couldn’t wait to see it crash and burn.

“You really think I’m like Kara?” You asked her the next day as she came to see you. “I’m five episodes in, and she’s the most annoying character ever.”

Natasha sighed. She’d get you back eventually.

“Look, I’m just saying that they could’ve made her more interesting. Like, she has the potential to do so much more but instead all she does is be giddy and fake quirky.”

The truth was, part of the reason you had loved Kara so much originally was because you were able to relate to her in a way because of your powers. She suppressed them for years, just as you had tried to, but eventually embraced them and became Supergirl. Even if it was fictional, it’s a big part of the reason you found the courage to learn how to use your powers and become an Avenger. And of course, you did happen to have a personality just like hers.

Now, all you could do was roll your eyes at the character.

A few days later, Wanda eventually came back. She had a few brownies with her.

“What’s this for?” You asked her.

“You wanted to surprise Natasha with something sweet after she came back from a mission, but you couldn’t do it on your own. You had already made three failed batches, so you knocked on my door at 2:00 in the morning asking for help. I wanted to say no, because I was asleep and didn’t want to get up. But I saw the look on your face, and I just couldn’t say no to you. So I got up and helped you make them. They ended up turning out, and Natasha loved them.”

“And you’re giving me this because you think it’ll jog my memory?”

“Partially, but it’s also because I still care about you, Y/N. Even while you’re like this, I know my best friend is in there somewhere. I made them, and it didn’t feel right not to try at least,”

You shrugged as she slipped them through the opening to give them to you.

You took a bite, and instantly closed your eyes at the taste.

“Oh my god, Wands, this is amazing,” you told her as soon as you swallowed.

She had the biggest smile on her face. Not because you liked the brownies, but because you called her Wands.

You were coming back.

Two weeks later, Natasha was making her daily trip to you. You smiled at her, happy almost happy to see her.

“God, Lena’s so pretty,” you said to her. “Her eyes are just perfection,”

Natasha let out a chuckle,

“Glad to see you still have an appreciation for green eyes,”

“How could I not? I really hope Kara gets with her,”

She laughed again,

“Come on, I have a surprise for you,”

“What?”

She smiled, then unlocked your cell door. You turned your head, giving her a confused look.

She stepped into your cell, holding a bracelet of some sort.

“As much as I’d like to fully trust you to take you outside of your cell, I can’t. So this replicates the energy in this room, keeping you from using your powers,”

You shrugged, then held out your arm for her to put it on.

Once it was secure, she motioned for you to follow her.

She led you through the compound, resisting the urge to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with hers. She knew you would come back eventually, and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms when you did.

“Anything look familiar?” She asked with a hopeful tone.

You felt a pit in your stomach as you shook your head no. You gave an apologetic look, then continued following her.

She said nothing, continuing to lead you through the compound until she opened a door, leading up to the roof.

She gave you a smile, then turned her head toward a blanket and pillows with a basket full of food.

“What’s this for?” You asked as you sat down across from her.

“I dunno, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been confined to that cell for so long, I figured it’d be nice to bring you up here,”

She reached into the basket, then handed you a peanut butter sandwich.

Her smile widened as you took a bite out of it, and you couldn’t help but return her smile.

She reached across, and placed her hand on yours.

“I’m sorry,” she said immediately, starting to pull it back. You gripped it tighter so she wouldn’t pull back.

“It’s okay,”

You didn’t have your memories, but you knew that you and Natasha were a thing. It amazed you how the woman with a deadly reputation gave you such a soft smile.

Holding her hand felt familiar. It felt like home.

And you loved hated it.

“Why are you doing this, Natasha?” You asked her, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “Don’t tell me it’s just another effort to jog my memory,”

She looked down at your intertwined hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

“Because I love you,” she said honestly. “You were my everything, Y/N,”

You smiled at her again, feeling fluttery nerves build up in your stomach.

So you muttered something in Kryptonian.

“What was that?”

She pulled away, staring at you wide-eyed.

“What?” You asked, disappointed she pulled her hand away.

“You didn’t learn that from HYDRA,”

“What are you talking about?”

“What you just said to me, it’s a made up language,”

“All languages are made up,”

“No,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Kryptonian, from Supergirl. You and Peter taught yourselves the language from online websites. You always called me that after you learned it. You’re remembering,”

She grabbed your hand once again, then leaned in closer. You reached out and grabbed her other hand, so you had both of your hands connected to hers between the two of you.

“My beautiful sunset,” you said in English this time.

She leaned forward even closer, inches away from closing the gap between yourselves.

“Wait,” you told her, pulling back. “I don’t have all my memories, but I know that we were together.” She nodded for you to continue. “I also know that there was some sort of fight before HYDRA. I need to know what happened, Natasha,”

Her breath became shaky as she disconnected your hands,

“Not now,”

“No, I want to know. I need to know. Because as much as I hate it, I’m feeling something for you. But I don’t want to, especially if I don’t know what happened. So tell me,”

She took a deep breath in, then stood up.

“I think we’ve spent enough time here, let’s take you back,”

“No! Just tell me what happened!”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go back.”

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not!”

“You are,”

“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”

“Natasha,” you challenged. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I can’t.”

That was three days ago, and Natasha hadn’t come to see you since. You missed her.

You had continued to binge your way through Supergirl, almost finishing the fifth season.

“I killed my brother for you! For our friends, don’t you understand what you’ve done?” You quoted perfectly. It didn’t surprise you at this point. You had those memories, and they would show up. But you couldn’t think about any past memories, sometimes they just showed up; like this scene and like the Kryptonian.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you looked up to see a man you hadn’t talked to before,

“Ah, the Winter Snowman,”

“Winter what now?”

You laughed, turning your body to fully face him.

“I know who you are. HYDRA’s beloved Winter Soldier. I just think Winter Snowman is funnier. So, what brings you here?”

“I haven’t talked to you yet,”

“Why’s that? Did we not like each other or something?”

“We were friends,” he told you, looking at the floor. “Once, I was up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, and you happened to be up too for whatever reason. You saw me, and made me hot chocolate. When you saw that I wasn’t exactly okay, you hugged me until my breathing evened out and I was okay. After that, it became a routine for you to make hot chocolate every time I wasn’t doing so great. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, and sometimes I’d talk to you. But you were always there. I could always trust you.”

You smiled, realizing that you really were an incredibly nice person before HYDRA.

“So why haven’t you come to see me yet? Natasha’s been the most, except for the last few days. What’s been stopping you?”

He took a deep breath in,

“I came to apologize.”

“Apologize? What for?”

“I’m part of the reason this happened to you. I’m part of the reason you left.”

“Really? I thought that was Natasha. All I know is that something happened between her and me and she won’t tell me,”

“She did hurt you, through me if you think about it. I still hate myself for it. I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me, but all I know is that I would take it back if I could.”

“No. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m so sorry.”

He left as all the pain and emotion came to your chest. You could see your vision blurring as tears started to form.

“No,” you said softly, falling to your knees.

Your breathing got heavier as you practically crawled to the glass.

“Get me Natasha!” You cried, banging your fists against the wall. “I want Natasha here!”

Tears began to stream down your face as you continued banging. You weren’t sure how long it was like that, but she eventually came running.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. had alerted her that you were in distress and calling for you. She assumed you had somehow gotten hurt, especially since you were huddled on the floor.

She opened the door without hesitation and sat down next to you.

“I’m here,” she said gently.

“Tell me it’s not true,” you said, your voice breaking.

Her heart dropped.

“Tell me you didn’t make me think what we had was real, just for you to cheat on me with Bucky. Tell me you didn’t make me fall in love with you for it to be fake.”

“It wasn’t fake, Y/N. I did love you! I still do.”

You scooted away from her.

“Stop lying. Just tell me the truth; did you or did you not cheat on me with Bucky?”

She let out a few shaky breaths, feeling her own tears form.

“I did.” You let out a sob at her words. “I did and I regret it more than anything. I don’t know what came over me. All I know is that I want you and I wish I never did it,”

You let out a few more sobs as you cried harder.

Out of instinct, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest.

“No.” You told her. “Get away from me. I don’t want comfort from the person who’s the reason for my pain.”

She nodded, wiping her own tears away.

“Y/N, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’ll never forgive myself for it, but I still love you so much. You’re everything to me,”

You stood up, your harsh glare meeting her once again.

“You were right, Natasha,” you said to her. “I am like Kara. Because just like her, I gave my heart to a lying jackass. Get out and get away from me.”

You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad. You hardly had any of your memories together. But part of you knew that you loved her. Part of your mind never stopped loving her, even while you couldn’t remember her.

Sobs escaped your body as you held your knees to your chest. Natasha hated seeing you like this. She hated it even more so because she was the reason for it.

She wanted nothing more than to comfort you and hold you until you felt better. But she knew she couldn’t.

As she took a step toward the door, she glanced at you one last time, wondering if she truly lost you forever.

Carol came by to see you after she saw both Natasha and Bucky sulking.

Like Natasha, she had no problem entering the cell and sitting by you. Steve had advised everyone to keep a safe distance from you as your memories were still primarily HYDRA. He wanted you to fully come back just as much as everyone else did, but he couldn’t risk the safety of the team.

But as soon as she saw your red eyes and tear-struck cheeks, she could give two shits about Steve’s warning.

She sat down next to you on the bed, gently putting a hand on your back to let you know that she was there.

You practically jumped into her arms, allowing yourself to cry once more as you clung onto her.

You sobbed into her chest for a few minutes as she slowly stroked your back.

“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling away from her. “I think I might’ve ruined your shirt,”

She gave a soft laugh, then wrapped an arm around you.

“Don’t worry about it,”

“Why’d she put so much effort into getting my memories back if she knew I would find out and get hurt all over again?”

Carol sighed, gently squeezing your shoulder.

“I think part of her hoped, and is still hoping, that you’d forgive her,”

You scoffed,

“Once a cheater, always a cheater. Even if I remember everything, I’m not getting back with her. God, no wonder I left in the first place,”

“We were all worried about you, y’know. You left without a word. Tony tracked your phone, and found it shattered on the street a few blocks from here. We thought it meant you didn’t want to be found.” She told you. “If we knew you had been taken by HYDRA, we never would’ve stopped looking,”

“What happened while I was gone?”

“We all knew it had something to do with Natasha. She always acted like she was fine, but her eyes were constantly red and puffy. We also heard crying from her bedroom. A week or so later, she blew up at Bucky in front of everyone, so we all found out,”

“What happened then?”

“We hated them for it. We wanted nothing to do with them. I glared at Natasha any chance I got. How could she do that to you? I lost my best friend because of her,”

You let out a sniffle, then looked up at her to see that she had started crying too.

“I’m sorry for leaving you,” you said, hugging her once again. “I don’t clearly remember it, I have bits and pieces. But I should’ve at least talked to you guys instead of leaving like that,”

“It’s okay. You’re here now, and I’m not giving up on you.”

A week later, to your own surprise, you had called for Natasha again.

Both Wanda and Peter had made individual visits to you. You were grateful for them as they hugged you tight.

Wanda had suggested that you talk to her one last time to get some closure. She also said that it could help with your memory.

You were reluctant to the idea at first, but eventually agreed as you realized that the memory process was getting you nowhere at this point.

So you stood by the glass, waiting.

When she arrived, she almost couldn’t believe that you wanted her there. She thought that maybe you just wanted to scream at her, but then she saw your calm and collected face.

“I only called you here ‘cause Wanda thinks getting some closure could help with the memories,” you explained right away. You didn’t want her thinking that you had forgiven her.

She nodded, biting her tongue to prevent herself from crying.

You pointed to the door, indicating that you wanted her to come in.

She nodded again, opening it and standing a few feet away from you, arms crossed.

“I just need some answers,”

“Okay,”

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. You balled your fists, feeling your nails against your palms.

“Why did you do it?”

“I wish I knew.”

“Oh come on, you have to at least give me more than that,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I genuinely don’t know why I did it.”

“Then tell me how it happened,”

“Are you sure? You said that this could be helpful for your memories, but I don’t want this to cause you any more pain than you already have,”

“I’m sure. Just tell me,”

“Alright,” she let out a slow breath. “You were on your way back from a mission. I had been missing you, so I was staying up late so I could see you as soon as you landed.” Her voice began to shake, but you motioned for her to continue. “While I was waiting, I assumed I was the only one up. So I decided to pour myself a drink, since there was still about an hour and a half before you’d get back. Bucky ended up coming down a few minutes later, so I poured him a drink too.”

“Really? You’re using the drinking excuse?”

She didn’t reply to you, but continued anyway.

“Something didn’t feel right, physically. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I ignored it and instead focused on how I would be seeing you soon. After around 30 minutes, something really felt off. I was about to get up and try to do something about it, but he got up at the same time. One minute we were just standing there, the next we were kissing. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I didn’t know why I was doing it, but I didn’t stop. After it happened, I felt sick about it; literally. My eyes had turned red, and I just felt so nauseous-”

“I remember that,” you interrupted her. “I remember you had red eyes and weren’t feeling good. I thought you had gotten a cold, so I took time off training to stay with you. Of course, it was just you feeling guilty about being a cheater,”

“I couldn’t face what I had done-”

You interrupted her again,

“Wait a minute, you said you had red eyes and something felt wrong while you were with Bucky, right?” You said, she nodded in response. “Did the drink taste normal?”

She shook her head no,

“It didn’t, but I didn’t really focus on that. I was busy thinking about seeing you again,”

“Who all has access to the drinks?” You asked, your heart rate quickening.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just, take me to the security room and let’s look at the tapes for around that time, but a bit before,”

She wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but she opened the door anyway.

“You’re not gonna restrain my powers?” You asked as you had made it around halfway down the hall.

She shrugged,

“I don’t think you’re gonna hurt me or anyone here,”

You returned her shrug, then walked ahead of her until you reached the security room.

Once you arrived, you smiled, realizing that you had made it there on your own from your memories of this place.

You sat down in front of a computer, and began typing away at the security tapes.

“There’s a missing one, a few hours before,”

She turned her head in confusion.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” she said, “Do everything you can to retrieve this file,”

“Right away, Miss Romanoff,”

“If I’m right then…” you began, but didn’t finish. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.

A few minutes later, F.R.I.D.A.Y. found the deleted file.

You pressed play, showing what had happened that day.

The HYDRA agent had memorized everyone’s schedule. The majority of the most powerful Avengers were currently on a mission, and the others were training; so this was the window.

He had hotwired a car Tony had left at a bar parking lot, when he was too drunk to drive and had to be taken home by a taxi, and then forgetting about the car altogether.

The agent used this to pull in without security questioning it.

He made his way to the back of the building, then spotted a slightly cracked window. He used that as his opportunity, reaching his hands under to fully open it up.

Once he climbed in, he then went to the kitchen.

Due to training schedules and timing, it was likely that no one would be drinking tonight except for the target.

So he took the bottle, opened it, then sprinkled a powder into it.

He then closed it, and put it back where he left it before leaving the room and coming to erase his tracks.

“HYDRA’s told us about that powder before and the effects of it, it makes you susceptible to suggestion. They’ve modified it so they can give specific commands just from taking it.”

“So what does that mean,”

“They knew we were together, they knew I had powers. They knew I’d be devastated if you cheated, and hoped that maybe I’d leave.” You started, staring at her with a mixed expression. “It’s starting to come back to me, the fire alarms had gone off that night. That was their signal that it had worked, and I was hurt. They took that to their advantage, and found me in my devastated state and took me.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?”

You smiled. It was the same smile you used to give her before everything happened. You took a step toward her and cupped her cheeks.

“You didn’t cheat.”

Your moment was short lived as you instantly fell to your knees, hands around your head.

Everything was coming back to you now.

“It’s pathetic, and never gonna happen!”

“Oh come on, you guys aren’t gonna actually freeze the room, right?”

“Oh my gosh, um- it’s not what it sounds like! I promise, it’s-”

“You should watch Supergirl with me,”

“Can you not go easy on your girlfriend during training?”

“Of course I’ll be your personal heater,”

“Natasha… I love you. I really do. It’s okay if you don’t wanna say it back, but I thought you should know.”

“My beautiful sunset,”

“You’re my home,”

“Natty,” it was the first time using that nickname since you’d been back here. “Natty, I remember everything now,”

She bent down to you, running a hand through your hair.

To say she was relieved was an understatement; she had just found out that the biggest mistake of her life wasn’t even her fault, that she didn’t betray you like she thought she had. And, the love of her life had finally completely come back to her.

You instantly began crying, leaning your forehead against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Without thinking, you crashed your lips onto hers. It wasn’t a pretty kiss by any means; it was desperate, and wet with tears. But neither of you seemed to care.

“I love you so much,” you said between kisses. “I’m so sorry for everything I said to you.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know, no one did,” she wrapped her arms even tighter. “I love you too.”

If either of you had been thinking straight, you would have alerted the team that you had gotten your memories back and didn’t need to be locked up anymore.

But you weren’t. All that was on either of your minds was making up for lost time.

She picked you up effortlessly, holding you tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist, keeping your lips on her skin.

She carried you all the way back to her (and now yours once again) room.

Once she set you on the bed, she reconnected your lips in a messy but meaningful kiss.

She crawled on top of you, planting kisses everywhere.

“I love you,” you told her again.

“And I love you,”

And those were all the words either of you needed right now as you continued showing each other just how much you loved and missed one another.

Hours later, you lay on the bed completely wrapped around her. Your face was buried in her neck as your limbs tangled with each other.

You both shot straight up at a knock to her door.

“Natasha,” came the voice of Steve. “Y/N’s missing.”

“About that…” she said. “There’s a lot I need to tell you guys.”

She hopped off the bed, keeping her hand connected with yours.

You met Steve’s worried eyes when she opened the door, tightening your grip on Natasha.

The conversation with the team ended up going well. Everyone apologized for how they had been toward Natasha and Bucky after learning that it wasn’t their fault.

And of course, they were ecstatic that you were back.

Carol, Wanda and Peter, ran toward you and all tried to hug you at once, resulting in a dog pile. Eventually, everyone else joined too, only making the pile bigger.

You met Bucky’s eyes, and gave him a smile. He seemed relieved, then smiled back at you.

The rest of the day, everyone continued making sure you were okay, and Tony had already started a plan for finding that HYDRA agent.

Bruce wanted to do a checkup, which you agreed to. Natasha held your hand the entire time, which made it a lot harder for him to do what he needed to. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop. You had both suffered so much these past few months, so if you wanted to hold hands right now, then so be it.

“Y’know,” Natasha began, pulling you into her lap. “We haven’t had a proper date in so long. Obviously it’s too late to go anywhere, but we can have a night in and watch last week's episode of Supergirl if you’d like. I haven’t watched it since the last time, and I really have missed my favorite blanket. So, what do you think?”

You turned around, kissing her instantly. It was a long, deep, needed kiss. You couldn’t get enough of each other now that you were back.

Once you pulled apart for air, she smirked at you.

“So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”

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genshin men as studio ghibli films

✎ gender. neutral. femme in childe's! ✎ contains. headcanons + kinda long scenario, use of childe's real name, combining genshin lore with studio ghibli story, unwanted advances (childe's), spoilers for studio ghibli movies, not beta read, lmk if there's anything else!

✎ summary. genshin men as studio ghibli films with you

✎ characters. tartaglia, diluc, thoma

✎ ameris’ notes. lmfao i'm not dead, but i am. probably gonna be the only thing i'm posting for now :p see you all again in a year or something. haven't written something in a long while so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ changed up some things from how it goes in the movies just to make it a teensy bit more original. enjoy!

☾ tartaglia — howl's moving castle ☽

✎ wc. 0.7k

okay this was maybe obvious and also expected? maybe a bit of favoritism too was definitely stuck between this or princess Mononoke for him though

I just feel like childe and howl are similar in the fact that what they do is actually for something different than what those in charge of them want them to do

and that they both come off as superficial in certain areas but they actually do care a lot

i also think that these two need someone who's strong, not necessarily physically but like sophie is with howl

ajax dislikes the methods the tsaritsa uses in the war so he plays off as childe and tartaglia to pretend to follow the tsaritsa's will

but as ajax he does his best to save towns and other fellow vision wielders

often at the cost of his own health

much to the dislike of his apprentice, and younger brother, teucer

but upon meeting you once more, he begins to think maybe there's another way he could go against the tsaritsa's will

you back away from the fatui skirmishers in front of you, anxiety building up in the back of your throat but your face remains stern. they continue to make comments about you being "as cute as a mouse" and "just as lovely when mad" despite the obvious fact that you are not interested.

"I asked you to let me through, my sister is expecting me!" you say once more.

"sorry to keep you waiting so long sweetheart, these guys aren't bothering you, are they?" a hand lightly grasps you over your shoulder, careful to not scare you but also to ensure the skirmishers that you are with him. except, who was he?

when you glance up, you can't deny that his features are attractive. from his ocean blue eyes that easily complement his copper hair. he simply smiles at you and you feel at ease beside him.

the pyro skirmisher scoffed, "we were having a conversation here."

"were you really?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. "it looked to me like the two of you were just leaving." with a raise and a flick of his free hand, water seemed to envelop the fatui skirmishers in front of you, sending them down and through the alleyway without harming anyone or the buildings.

"I hope you weren't too uncomfortable, can I ask you where you're heading?" the man's voice you notice is youthful and the little glint behind his eyes show that he can very well be quite a handful.

"ah, to, um, my sister's at the bakery," you point forward in the direction of the shop.

"perfect, then I'll be your escort this evening," he leans down and you feel his breath against your ear, "don't be alarmed but I'm being followed. just follow my lead." he wraps your hand around his arm and begins to walk casually.

you notice ghoulish beings leave the walls and the man beside you apologizes for getting you involved as he rushes to leave the scene with you only to meet a dead end.

"wait, it's a—"

a rush of wind passes by you and your held in the arms of you once again savior. you can't help but let a small yelp escape your mouth.

"don't worry comrade, you'll be safe with me. now straighten your legs," he lets you down from his arms as you follow his instructions, "and start walking."

you look down at the parade going on, awe and fear going through you at once. unknowingly to you, the man helping you walk through the air stares at you with something more than a stranger should. he laughs lightly as he compliments your skills on walking on air and before you know it, the bakery comes into sight.

slowly he sets you down on the balcony and a wistful sight leaves your mouth.

"I'll be sure to take care of the creatures," he says with a confident smirk squeezing your hand that's still in his, "but be sure to wait a while before heading back out."

you nod your head slowly in response, "okay."

"that's my girl." and with that, he sets off and you can't help but stare at the space he once occupied, your heart fluttering at his words.

☾ diluc — from up on poppy hill ☽

✎ wc. 0.8k

he was just a classmate that you'd see on occasion

all you really knew about him was that he was in charge of the newspaper club along with his brother kaeya

also with the fact that girls would swoon over them? but also not because they are party of that old ratty clubhouse... full of boys just being boys

but of course after the stunt he pulled, since he begrudgingly made and lost a bet with kaeya the fangirls went wild

of course, venti as the newspaper's club photographer captured every single moment

including the moment where you rushed over to diluc to make sure he was okay after jumping into the water from the top of the clubhouse

and venti being venti thought of a way to bring in more money for the club: sell the photos of diluc to the fangirls

which of course included your sister

"please come with me to the Latin Quarter Clubhouse," your younger sister stares up at you with big puppy eyes, "I need his autograph!"

"no way, you know I have to make dinner when we get back home." you let out a sigh walking away and out of the school entrance despite your sister's pleas as she follows after you.

***

after an oddly adventure filled walk through the clubhouse entrance and interacting with all the other clubs reciting poetry, doing experiments, you and your sister finally make it to the newspaper's club room.

"the things you make me do," you shake your head and go to open the door. she simply giggles with a small singy-song thank you. the first two people you see are diluc at the desk and kaeya leaning against a separate table.

"ah, welcome to the lit club or archaeology club, however you want to see it," kaeya greets you two, his eyes flitting over to someone you recognize as kun jun and azdaha discussing how to make their club popular again.

"knock it off kaeya, let them in and close the door. we still have— oh," diluc pauses when he looks over his shoulder at the two of you. he raises his brow at the two of you. with many stutters, your sister finally asks for his autograph.

diluc sends a glare immediately to kaeya before he can say anything about his growing popularity but softens when he looks back at your sister then to you. a small flush makes it's way to your face

"well, if you two were free enough to stop by, you wouldn't happen to be able to help us with stencils, would you?" kaeya asked. diluc speaks to protest until your sister nods excitedly.

"actually, they're much better at stenciling," your sister motions to you. you stare at your sister appalled that she would just volunteer you but before diluc and you can say anything, kaeya's already escorting her out of the room.

you and diluc stare at each other for a second and he lets out a sigh, "you don't have to help if you don't have the time, I'm sorry about kaeya."

you laugh and shake your head, "no no, it's alright. I don't have to be back until 5:30. might as well help." with that being said, diluc stands up from his chair and offers you to sit and the two of you work in comfortable silence for the next few hours.

"the two of you are still working?" kaeya asks, breaking the silence, "it's already six o'clock." you jolt up from your seat. you'll never be able to stop by the farmer's market and make it home in time to cook.

"oh archons, I'm so sorry," you scramble to grab all your things in a hurry, "I have to go or else i'll never make it back to cook in time!"

"wait, where do you have to go?" diluc asks, grabbing your arm just before you rush out the room, "let me take you. it's the least I can do." you stare at his ruby red eyes with pursed lips, unsure of what to do then at kaeya who merely shrugs.

"okay," you nod your head. you and diluc quickly rush out of the clubhouse, almost get stopped by the philosophy club until diluc quickly brushes past them with your hand in his. once you both make it outside where the sun is already setting, he hops onto his bike and looks at you expectantly.

"it's not much," he looks away from you, pink dusting his cheeks but you can't really tell if it's the sun and the pink clouds, "but it'll be better than walking, right?"

you nod your head and hop on the back, thanking diluc. your arms warap around his torso hesitantly until he readjusts you.

"you'll want to hold on tight." you can't help but admire his hair flowing through the wind with the colors of the sunset on his visage. but diluc can only think about your warmth and can only hope you don't feel the beating of his heart.

☾ thoma — kiki's delivery service ☽

✎ wc. 0.7k

poor thoma, he just wanted to greet the new kid in town! especially one that's a witch? it's been so long since this town's had one!

but of course the two of you get off the wrong foot

or well at least you to him

thoma of course does what he can to get on your good side

he helps with your deliveries

tries to invite you to his party

he even waits for you for an hour after the planned meeting time!

not that you knew of course, you thought he just left you (even if he thinks you left him)

again, the poor boy just wants you to feel included, he knows how it is to be the new kid in town.

so when he sees you struggling to take off on your broom he does what he thinks he would've liked if he was in your shoes

invite you on a bike ride around town!

specifically on a bike he and both ayato and ayaka were trying to make: a flying bike

frustration bubbles up in your chest, tears gather in the corner of your eyes as you feel just how much of your power has started to disappear. first you couldn't talk to your familiar paimon anymore and now you can't even fly on your broom? the very thing you need to do your delivery service?

what kind of witch were you?

you fall down to the grass in frustration.

"hey! you've got a delivery, it's in walking distance, think you can do it?" xiangling calls out to you from inside her restaurant. she was kind enough to let you stay in the room above when you first moved to this city, offering whatever help she can.

as much as you want to wallow in your own self pity, you know deep down walking around the city can help.

with a dramatic sigh, you begrudgingly stand back up. xiangling's face beams at your resilience and holds up a little brown bag.

"it's just a few blocks down next to the komore teahouse!"

you don't think much of it, just wanting to get the delivery over with.

admittedly, not focusing on trying to fly on your broom and not flying on your broom for this delivery made you stop and smell the roses. literally and figuratively. the ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, the sun rays weren't beating down too hard on you, and saying hi to the people of this town.

it's not until you're just outside the door next to the komore teahouse do you realize this was thoma's place. you curse under you breath, xiangling must have put you up to this. and you're right.

when thoma see's you just outside his place from his room, he dashes down. he knows you've been struggling taking off on your broom so he had to make an excuse to get you to come see him. he wanted to make things up. but once he opens up the door, you shove the delivery bag into his arms and march off.

"huh? wa-wait up! i didn't even pay you back yet!" thoma calls out to you, placing the bag down. he grabbed his pair of shoes, hopping after you.

"it's free, i don't want to see you," you reply.

"wait no, i do want to see you, why else would i wait in the rain outside of xiangling's restaurant?" you stop walking and turn around to face him. his hopeful face stares back at you. you wonder if he knows he has a resting puppy face. it's cute.

you shake your head of your thoughts, "what do you mean you never showed up!" you cross your arms and look the other way.

"well, to me you didn't show up..." thoma scratches the back of his neck. there's a beat of silence. "hey, why don't we start new, it seems like we both got off the wrong foot. i'm thoma." he sticks his hand out with a smile. you stare at it then back at his emerald eyes and hesitantly shake it, introducing yourself to him.

"oh hey, why don't you come by the garage of my place? ayato, ayaka and i are trying to make this new invention, we can try it out together if you'd like?"

you think for a moment and purse your lips, "hmm, sure. i've got nothing better to do."

thoma's smiles at you and you swear you're looking at the sun with how bright it is. as much as you hate him you don't you want to continue to see him smile. unbeknownst to you, after flying through the town with his flying bike, he vowed to protect your own smile.

✎ ameris’ notes. i'm looking at all my drafts and wow i have a lot unfinished works, including a lot of genshin impact works LOL. forced myself to write this because maybe it'll get me back into writing, and if not maybe it'll at least help me feel better who knows LOL it's been ROUGH. anyway all these movies slap and if there's one that's underrated, it's from up on poppy hill. one of my top 3 favorite ghibli movies. (soundtrack definitely slaps too) i have an idea for zhongli and kaeya, but im a little lazy so just these three. maybe another time.

#tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #thoma x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #a.writes #💜.diluc #💜.tartaglia #💜.thoma #a.genshin

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ptergwen · 3 years

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favorite crime

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood / death, lots n lots of angst

summary: you convince peter to go on the run after he’s framed for murdering mysterio, but he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess

a/n: this was completely based off the song by olivia lfmbsjfhs it’s so beautiful and i’ve wanted to write something for it for a while now so yee i hope y’all like ! pls lmk what you think <3

“we have to get you out of here, peter! come on!” you shout back to your boyfriend and tug his hand that’s laced with yours.

peter doesn’t budge. even when your grip on him tightens, when you pull him forward with all your might, he remains stoic.

there’s something he needs to do, and he’s been contemplating it since the day he met you.

it’s time to let you go.

“please, peter. i’m begging. i know you’re tired of running, but if we don’t leave now… they’ll find you,” you desperately choke out. peter squeezes his eyes shut, dreading what’s to come. “i can’t do this to you anymore, y/n. i… i’m sorry.”

emergency sirens and flashing lights approach the old apartment building serving as yours and peter’s latest hideout. the whole world is on the lookout for him, so you two stowed yourselves away in brooklyn for a bit.

you were hopeful the rumors would pass eventually — about how peter shot the beloved mysterio and left him to die in cold blood. they’re merely talk, of course. you’d personally seen the events of that day unfold on the tower bridge. hell, your class was right at the center of them.

quentin beck was pure evil, so rotten he defamed both peter and spider-man with a charge as cruel as murder. he’s wreaking havoc on him from beyond the grave, over a complete misunderstanding that peter had nothing to do with.

beck’s true source of anger is stark industries. yet, once again, peter ended up the collateral damage.

he was deemed a wanted murderer. posters revealing his name and face were plastered up around the city, a reward even being offered to whoever who turns him in.

you’d proposed the idea of skipping town until things settled. the way you saw it, it was peter’s only option other than prison for twenty-five to life. peter was panicking and couldn’t think straight, so he went along with your getaway plan.

a few weeks later, he’s regretting it.

you’ve been the one person he could trust through this madness. you’re right there to console him, to protect him just like he does you. through sickness and health, life and clearly death, you stick by peter’s side. you left everything behind without a second thought, for him.

peter loves you more than you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend, which is why he can’t ask you to do that. this is his battle to fight, not yours or anyone else’s. his.

you suddenly freeze in your tracks, turning around to look at peter. “what are you talking about? you’re fine, pete.”

his eyes roam everywhere except to yours as they water. blinking back tears, he fixes his gaze on your intertwined hands. you notice a stray tear fall down his cheek and use one of your thumbs to wipe it away, then press a reassuring kiss to his lips. peter lets himself reciprocate momentarily before jerking back.

“please just… stop being so nice to me. you’re making this way harder than i wanted to to be,” he rasps and squeezes your hand tighter. you’re still lost, absolutely clueless about what he’s referring to.

“look, pete. i wanna hear you out, baby. but… i think it should wait until we get to jersey.” you keep your voice as calm as possible, though you’re terrified for both of you. since the feds know your location, they’ll have the place surrounded any minute.

hopping cities isn’t cutting it anymore, so you’ll have to change states this time. new jersey is next on your list.

using his strength to his advantage to hold you in place, peter seizes both your shoulders. his bloodshot eyes lock with yours. a stern expression coats his features, one you’ve seen from him yet never been on the receiving end of.

“we’re not going to jersey, y/n/n,” he declares, the sirens starting to grow louder. you feel a pit forming in your stomach. “we have to!” you immediately protest. “it’s not gonna be easy finding our way, but it’s the last-“

peter cuts you off, voice softer now. “no, no. that’s not what i meant.” he waits a beat and inhales a deep breath, aiming to settle his nerves. it doesn’t.

“i’m going to jersey. you’re staying.”

tears cloud your vision the second those words leave his mouth. you shake your head furiously back and forth, willing him to take them back.

part of you was always afraid peter would get second thoughts. not only about running away with you, about ever being with you. you’re both so young. your entire lives are ahead of you, and peter won’t allow you to risk your own because this isn’t worth a single bit of it.

he’d warned you how dangerous it was to be associated with spider-man. it’s why he held off on telling you about his alias for the longest he could. you naturally began asking questions whenever peter bailed on dates and showed up to school covered in bruises. he hated lying to you, using his stark internship as an excuse, so he finally came out and said it.

peter sometimes wonders if you’d be better off not knowing at all. it’s too late now, though.

“wait, what? why- why can’t i go with you?” you plead, peter’s fingers coming up to cup your cheek. his fingertips lightly caress your skin. “i’m a criminal, y/n. you’d be my accessory.”

it takes everything in him not to break down and sob along with you.

you lean into his palm, already missing his touch. “i don’t care... i don’t give a fuck. i just wanna be with you, peter.” peter literally has to bite his tongue to fight the urge to cry. hands grabbing either side of his head, your fingers twist in his hair roughly. “i’ll do anything, pete. i really will, i swear. name it.”

peter threads his own fingers through yours again, bringing your hands to his chest.

“i’m so sorry, angel. i never should’ve gotten you involved,” he murmurs out and pecks your forehead. “you have nothing to prove to me, okay? you’ve done more than enough. i’m gonna return the favor.”

you let out a strangled whine, your knees buckling as you come to terms with the gravity of your situation.

this is it. this is the end of yours and peter’s story.

“hey, none of that. it’s okay,” peter coos, neither of you convinced. the tastes of salt and metal flood both your senses. he helps you back up and hugs your waist, peppering your cheeks in more kisses. you’re bawling now, arms wound around his neck, clutching at his tattered jacket.

free tears escape peter’s eyes at last. “i love you. i love you so goddamn much, y/n. never forget it,” he nearly whispers. you sniffle and push your forehead against his. “i’m not saying it back ‘cuz that feels like a goodbye, and i- i can’t say goodbye to you yet.”

“it’s not a goodbye,” peter reassures you, rubbing circles on your lower back. “it’s, uh, it’s a see you later. i’m gonna figure something out and be back to you before you know it. can’t get rid of me that easy.”

that earns a faint giggle from you, peter managing a grin. you two attempt to ignore everything happening beyond these walls, only focusing on the other.

“then, um…” you clear your throat. “i love you.” his smile dwindling slightly, peter nods and meets your gaze. “i love you too, baby. you should probably get going soon.”

affirming his advice, a booming voice that sounds from a microphone commands peter to come out with his hands up.

your worry spikes, instinctively drawing peter in closer. he forces himself to put on a brave face for you.

“i’m scared, pete. where… where am i supposed to go?” you rush to ask him. “home, y/n/n. go home,” peter decides, pressing a final kiss to the top of your head. “just don’t get caught, and you’ll be fine.” carding your fingers in his undone curls, you sigh. “easier said than done, but i’ll try not to.”

you’d never pictured that the sweet boy with a heart too big and brain even bigger, who sings you to sleep even though his voice sucks and spends his last dollar buying you flowers, would be accused of first degree murder. it isn’t true or fucking fair.

what’s worse, he has to bare this storm alone now.

you lift your heavy backpack off the cold ground, slinging it onto your shoulders. peter stares out the window and down at the assembly of swarm troops crowded together.

“are you gonna be okay?” you catch his attention. he snaps back into reality, pulling your hood up so it covers your head. you’re wearing a sweatshirt of his, after having gone through all your own clothes. “i hope so. are you?” peter repeats your question. “i hope so,” you echo.

tying your hoodie strings tight, peter offers a smile. “say hi to may for me. ned and mj, too.” it’s going to be tough to face his family and friends after this. “i will. i’ll let them know you’re alright.” you kiss his cheek, placing a hand on his chest. peter lets your touch distract him from the mess he’s about to be hit with.

“thank you, y/n. i’ll see you soon, baby. you have my word,” he promises, stepping back so you two can go your separate ways.

you watch him with fresh tears threatening to spill.

“i’m gonna hold you to it. be safe, spidey.”

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mosswillow · 3 years

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Hey I saw that your requests for headcanons are open so if it's not a problem for you I had this idea in my head on how would the Avengers react on reader having pierced nipples(I was thinking about Tony, Steve, Thor, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Peter, Wanda, Vision, Dr Strange. If they are too much you can write whoever you want or if you have any idea for anyone else go fo it) And so like I had it in my head as if reader is kinda new in the team and now one really new that until one day she wore a crop top without a bra and they were showing. Like after a bath or in the morning right after she woke up, and the team isn't really fond of her so they aren't making any comments about it, just their thoughts. It's okay if you don't want to or can't write it but thank you in advanced

a/n- Oh my goodness. I wrote this whole fic (I know the ask was for a head-cannon but Inn this case a fic actually felt easier.) then came back to post and realized it's not what you asked for. 🤦‍♀️ I'm so sorry Anon, it's also been months I think that you've been waiting. They're supposed to not like her and it's all in their heads. I wrote it with them all reacting to it verbally, and they like her. Send another ask and lmk if you want me to redo this. I'm going to go ahead and release what I already wrote for now.

Here now - Steve Rogers x Fem reader. (plus a little bit of Tony, Sam, Thor, Nat, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Peter, Wanda, Vision, and Dr. Strange.)

Warnings - dark(ish), 18+ adult content, nipple piercings.

They’re never up this late, or at least they haven't been since you moved in with them. You’re the new girl still and while they’re all kind to you, you don’t fit in. It’s like they’re a family. They have history together that you just don’t. They’ve been through so much together while you just kinda just fell into it. Literally.

Yeah sure, you have super strength but it’s not something you want. Unlike most of the others, your power was something you were born with. You’ve never wanted to be a hero, you just want to be normal.

One day you were walking home from work while watching some stupid cat tik tok. You tripped and fell into this guy, tanging together with him on the sidewalk. When you looked up the entire avenger squad was running your way. Then you noticed the blood. The guy was covered in it. He had this look in his eyes that felt off. You didn't think, just punched. Your fist collided with his face, giving a satisfying crunch before he could scurry away.

Captain America got to you first and to your surprise chewed you out for your recklessness, it was quite the out of body experience. According to him, you shouldn’t have been on your phone while walking. He didn’t even say thank you or anything for catching the guy. But oh, how it made you feel with him standing over you all big with his muscles and piercing blue eyes. You should have been offended by how he was treating you but instead found yourself turned on.

Knocking out an evil villain made you a target, or so you were told. Your options were to join the avengers or live knowing that someone would probably show up in your life and either kill you or turn you into a weapon. You didn’t have much of a choice but to go with them.

That was a month ago. Since then you’ve mostly tried to stay to yourself.

Today, or rather tonight, you crave ice cream.

The freezer is always filled with all sorts of treats so you’ve made a sort of routine a few nights a week where you sneak out and eat a dessert.

You plop a hefty spoonful of vanilla ice cream into a bowl and bring the sweet treat to your lips, moaning at how good it tastes. Someone coughs and you look up into dark brown eyes.

“Oh, sorry, was this yours?” you ask Sam.

“No, you’re good, keep going.” He says, smirking as he steps back and crosses his arms.

You pause for a few minutes trying to understand what’s happening.

“Where’s Cap?” he asks.

“I don’t know?”

“Woah,” Tony’s voice rings through the air. you look up to see the whole crew walking in sans Vision and his highness, Captain America.

They look at you like you’re naked or something and it makes you feel more and more uncomfortable. Then you realize that they’re not looking at you, they’re looking at your breasts.

Fuck.

You look down and remember you’re not wearing a bra. They don't know that your nipples are pierced, or didn't know. Now they do.

“Hey, what’s everyone doing in here?” Vision walks in and looks around, knitting his brow in confusion. He looks at your nipples but doesn't seem surprised. “I don't understand.”

“I’ll explain later,” Wanda says quietly.

“Apparently nobody here has seen a nipple piercing before.” you say, rolling your eyes.

“It’s just a surprise to come in here and see you showing them off in that little outfit. I should have known, the shy ones are always the ones with fun surprises.” Tony says.

“You should have heard her moaning a few minutes ago,” Sam chimes in.

You should walk away but your feet won’t move.

“We’re looking respectfully. Wanda says.

“I’m looking a bit disrespectful.” Natasha says. “Sorry, ”

“Why would you do that to yourself?” Bucky asks.

“You can't ask that Buck.” Bruce chides.

“I think I’m going to go to my room.” You finally say, moving towards the hallway.

“You don’t have to leave. I’ve come across many women with piercings, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Thor laughs.

“Yeah, don't leave, stay right there and moan more.” Clint adds.

“Well now she’s definitely going to leave,” Peter says, glaring at Clint. "and she was just starting to warm up to us. I'm tired of waiting for-" He's elbowed by Natasha.

“Children. Actual children.” Stephen sighs.

“Cap’s going to be pissed,” Tony says.

“Why?” you ask, stopping and turning around.

“She doesn't know,” Peter says.

“Know what?”

“He obviously has a thing for you,” Wanda rolls her eyes.

“So?”

“He’s old fashioned, doesn’t like anyone walking around barely clothed, let alone his girl. He gets jealous.” Bucky shrugs.

“We’re also not really supposed to have piercings,” Peter adds.

You slowly back away. “Ok, well this conversation was weird… let’s not do it again.”

You slink back into the hallway and almost reach your room when you’re pushed against the wall. You’re used to being able to push anyone off but Steve is even stronger than you. Warmth pools in your belly as you realize that you feel totally powerless for the first time in your life. Fuck, why does this turn you on so much?

“Did it hurt,” Steve whispers. He brings his fingers to a nipple and plays with it, making your knees go weak.

“When I got it, yes.”

“And now?”

“It… It feels good.”

“Good,” he purrs, groping at your breasts.

He reaches around you and opens the handle, pushing you in.

“You’ll have to get rid of them,” he says frowning.

Fire is ignited inside you.

“You can’t tell me not to get rid of them just because of your stupid sexism.”

“Oh, you misunderstand,” he says “I like them. If it was up to me you’d keep them,”

“Then why?”

“Combat and piercings don’t mix,” he shrugs.

“Piercings or not, don’t wear this outfit out of your room again,” he brushes a finger over one of the piercings. “And yes, I’m definitely being sexist.”

“I-” your breath hitches as he leans into your ear and takes a lobe in his mouth, “But you like it, don't you naughty girl?” He whispers.

You bite your lower lip and flutter your eyelashes. You should say something, anything. He backs off of you and opens your door.

“Welcome to the team,” he smirks before leaving.

#dark!avengers x reader #dark avengers #dark!steve rogers #dark mcu

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enviedear · 4 years

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miss moonlight, put in a word → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which draco sees the same annoying hufflepuff he’s enamored within his dreams every night, but can’t muster up the courage to talk to her in waking life. so instead he talks to the moon, telling the rock that’s miles away, everything he wants to tell her. little does he know, she does the same thing.

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 3k

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

its a little angsty im sorry. but im nervous abt this and have been sitting on posting it for almost a month now so please lmk if you like it :)

based off the songs talking to the moon by bruno mars and please mr sun by tommy edwards

she waves at him, her eyes holding a happy glimmer. he walks closer to her and wraps his long arms around her, pulling her close. he breathes in her scent and she giggles. it sounds like heaven. he holds her like that for what feels like forever before she pulls away.

he watches as she sits down in the grass, patting the place beside her.

“sit draco.” she commands. he complies.

“i love it when i’m asleep. you’re here and the world is so much more peaceful.” he smiles, a real true smile. not like the ones he usually gives now.

“but imagine if we were awake. the world might not be so wonderful, but we’d have each other. and the sun. and the wind. and the trees. and missus moon.” she grins, looking up at the bright blue sky.

he wants to agree, and tell her that’s all they’ll ever need. but he knows he can’t. because truth be told he needs more. he needs to know his family will be safe. he needs to know if he’ll make it out of his sixth year alive. he needs more than the sun and moon.

instead, he places his head in her lap, relishing in the way her fingers card through his hair. she sings a song he can’t place as he falls asleep.

“i love you y/n” he whispers, right before he dozes off.

that’s how the dreams usually end. he always slips off to sleep so peacefully in your arms. but when he wakes up, he’s still in the slytherin dorm, lonely and afraid.

yours end in the same way, and when you wake, you’re clutching your pillow as if it’s him. you don’t dare tell anyone about the dreams. your friends and family would think you mad. but it’s enough for you to be able to have them, even if you’re not sure if they’re shared or not.

you see the way he looks in the dining hall, potions, and in passing. he’s always so monotonous. so unlike the boy you’ve grown up with.

you of course have dreams, where he’s told you everything that has happened to him. he’s confessed to you that he’s working with voldemort, for his parents' sake. he even told you about dumbledore. but no matter how much you beg him to leave that life behind, he can't. besides, you’re dreaming all of this. who’s to say it’s even real.

so you stay away, yearning for bedtime. where you can talk to the boy you love more than anything else in the world.

you’re not sure how the dreams started but you have an idea.

and so does draco.

he reckons he must have used some sort of wandless magic the night he was thinking to himself on the astronomy tower. it had been a humid night and he was all alone. his eyes deadset on the bright moon in front of him. he had just started talking.

he knew the moon wasn’t someone that could actually listen but then again, maybe that’s what he wanted? he didn’t want someone to place any input on his situation. he just wanted to speak and let his thoughts travel into the void and maybe out from his aching head.

“i just want everything to be okay. mother deserves a son who can protect her and.. father needs me. i can’t fail. i just wish i had someone to talk to when the sun goes down. someone kind and someone warm. i know they’re somewhere out there. but maybe all i’ll ever have is you missus moon, at night when it’s just the stars to listen in to our conversation.” the boy had mumbled, before making his way to his dorm room.

you had been having a word with missus moon that night as well, alone in your hufflepuff prefect dorm. you thought yourself lucky to have a window so that you could see the stars and the moon. you were fighting sleep and had no one else to speak to, so you watched the bright yellow moon as you recounted your troubles.

“my dreams have been so bad recently missus moon. i think it’s because i’m still so scared for everyone and myself. they say the dark lord could strike any day. i’d hate for anyone i love or even myself to end up like poor cedric. i wish i had someone to talk to, someone to understand. everyone thinks i’m crazy, but they don’t know what i know. the world is getting scary. at least when the stars light up my room i have you missus moon.” you had sighed getting off the floor and laying down in your bed.

that night draco dreamt of flower fields and you. at first, the boy wondered if maybe it was real. it seemed real. he could see you and everything around you so vividly. and the same for you, you made out his platinum hair and could smell his crisp cologne. but when the two of you awoke, you knew it couldn’t be real.

until the next night, where the both of you met again in your dreams.

“are you following me?” you had asked draco.

he narrowed his eyes at you, “how could i follow you into a dream. what a stupid thing to ask.”

“you’re supposed to be nice to me. this is my dream after all.” you had pouted.

draco snorted, “i need to stop drinking tea before bed. i’m having dreams where the people in them think they’re the ones doing the dreaming.”

“but i am the one dreaming! this is my dream. i can control it, watch!” you’d grinned, before commanding a nearby tree to grow apples.

draco’s eyes had widened, “no, this can’t be right.”

you watched as he wished for the tree to grow taller before glaring at you, “smack yourself.”

you glared back at him, “no, but you can shove your fist down your throat if you’re going to be rude.”

draco circled you, “so you don’t have to do what i tell you and neither do i. strange.”

“why would i have to do what you tell me to do in my own dream?” you’d asked.

the boy had shrugged, “maybe it’s not just your dream. maybe it’s mine too.”

that’s the most the two of you ever discussed the shared dreams. after that there wasn’t a need. you both enjoyed them. both of you needed them.

once in study hall you caught draco reading a book about dreams but you didn’t ask him about it. in truth, you were too afraid to have him label you as insane.

draco found himself wanting to speak with you too. countless times. he had grown quite fond of you after the dreams he found you in every night. so in the daytime, he would sneak glances at you. he took notice if you did your hair differently or if your makeup was done. of course, he knew he couldn’t talk to you. you’d think him mad. still, he found himself dropping subtle clues to see if you’d come over to him, like reading a ghastly book about dreams in a class the two of you shared. it hadn’t worked but he could have sworn he caught you looking his way.

draco spends hours obsessing over you, the dreams, and the few glances you would give him. but the vanishing cabinet is almost fixed and he knows it’d be foolish to speak to you now. no matter how much he wishes to run into your arms and tell you to take him away from here, he won’t.

it’s a dreary day in june and you’re getting snacks for some of the first years when you hear it. maniacal laughter and breaking glass. your first thought is to check on your house. you rush into the hufflepuff common room and make sure everyone’s ok and then urge them to stay safe. they nod and bolt to their dorms.

then, you make your way to the source of the noise. the dining hall, which is torn to shreds, is crawling with death eaters. you feel lightheaded as you watch them. out of the corner of your eye, you see professor snape making his way to the astronomy tower.

curious, you quietly sneak behind him, careful not to make yourself known. you hear a voice above you. a voice you recognize.

draco.

you’re trying your hardest to figure out what he’s saying but you can’t. all the sounds around you are blending together and you can’t seem to calm down enough to hear anything. when the professor reaches the tower, underneath the scene of whatever is going on, you stay behind.

in a flash, the teacher is out of your vision and upstairs in the chaos.

“severus, please.” is all you hear before the killing curse bolts out of snape’s mouth.

you stand in shock as the footsteps trail out of the tower. draco. snape. dumbledore. death eaters. it was all so much.

“y/n! are you ok?” a watery-eyed harry potter asks from beside you. you don’t even question how he got here or if he saw what you did. instead, you fling your arms around him and stare at the wall petrified. no tears can escape your eyes, you’re in disbelief.

“come on. you have to breathe and we have to get down there. get your wand ready. we have to do something!” he shouts, voice breaking.

you look at him for a second before he bolts out of the room, wand in hand.

instead of trying to fight, talking to anyone about what you saw, or even going to look at your headmaster’s dead body like everyone else, you slip quietly into your prefects dorm.

you watch the moon until she’s gone and when you see mr sun the tears finally fall. you mumble, “talk to him please, mr sun.”

draco glanced at the blinding sun from the malfoy garden, where he had spent the night. he couldn’t be in that house. not after everything that happened. so instead, he sat in the garden thinking of his best thoughts, you.

he watches the sunrise, listens to the winds and the robins singing, and mutters to himself, “tell her how i feel. it shouldn’t end this way. since you are all her friends, she’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

a baby robin sings a little louder, almost like it’s agreeing, and it causes the boy to cry.

it’s an eerily quiet early morning in the room of requirement on the second of may. you’re in the back of the room, trying to sleep. sleep has become your only form of happiness. your dreams have become a wonderful fairytale. draco is still prevalent and he holds you tighter and tighter with each night.

almost as soon as you drift to bed, you hear gasps. you look up to find harry, ron, and hermione. without a care in the world, you rush to the three just like everyone else. harry gives you a weak smile and you return it.

the three of them explain that today is the day. today is the day the world is split into two and voldemort attacks. plans are arranged and everyone holds each other close.

selfishly, you wish you could see draco.

minutes later, a meeting is called by snape in the dining hall. You watch as neville and ginny procure robes for the green-eyed boy and walk to the hall.

the carrows look at everyone with malice in their eyes as snape drones on about a sighting of harry in hogsmeade. soon after, harry shows himself and begins arguing with the black-haired man. he tells everyone about the night in the astronomy tower.

mcgonagall throws curses at the man along with harry before he flies out of the hall. The woman looks at all of us, eyes wide but determined.

in a rush, everyone is scattered about. you follow neville to the bridge and help as much as you can. when the death eaters, led by greyback, enter hogwarts, you stand your ground. you’re ready to fight.

draco easily locates blaise and goyle before heading off to find his wand and harry potter. his chest aches with looming fear but he tries to repress it the most he can.

“i guess this is it boys.” blaise sighs.

draco looks at his friend, “we’ll be fine. just stay safe and together. don’t go weak on me now zabini.”

you’re doing your best to fight off corban yaxley but every time you’re ready to throw a killing blow his way he narrowly hits you with the killing curse. your fighting in a state of pure unadulterated anger. it’s been hours of fighting but your anger remains.

“stupid little girl, you’ll be dead before nightfall.” yaxley spits before hitting you with a weak spell.

you still double over a bit, but hold your ground enough to raise your wand and hit him with the cruciatus curse. in the corner of your eye you watch professor flintwick begin dueling the vicious man, before running inside the castle.

fire burns everywhere around draco. he’s about to turn to blaise and say his goodbyes before potter snatches him up and leads him out of the room of requirement. the second he’s on the ground he makes a run for it. he loses blaise on the way and can’t seem to figure out where to go. he’s on the second floor, tears are pooling out of his eyes and the ache in his chest has grown when his body collides with another.

you fall back, hitting your head against the hard stone of the castle floor. when you look up, your vision is hazy and shaky.

“y/n?”

you know that voice. it’s the same voice you’ve heard every single night for a year.

“draco?” you ask, hands reaching out.

“you’re bleeding. let me help,” he says before gently healing your head.

you stare at the boy, “you know it feels weird to see you. i’ve never really spoken to you besides the dreams.”

his eyes grow wide, “you know about those?”

you smile a little, “yeah, i do.”

the two of you find yourselves entering the great hall, helping whoever you two can.

draco is comforting a teary-eyed second year when blaise zabini comes in, eyes bloodshot and clutching his right arm.

you watch as the two embrace, pulling apart so that draco can tend to his arm.

minutes that feel like hours pass as the three of you silently process the commotion going on around you.

a tattered luna lovegood emerges through the rubble and towards the three of you.

“everyone’s outside now- harry he... i think you all should come with me.” her shaky voice requests.

draco looks to you and nods, helping you rise. his hand grasps yours and you all follow luna outside.

all around you is destruction. the place you’ve called home for years in now a bruised battleground and at the very center of it stands the man you’ve come to fear more than anything in the world. voldemort.

“harry potter, is dead.” the creature laughs.

you grip draco tighter and he looks at you with an expression of sorrow.

“from this day forth you put your faith in me. and now is the time to declare yourself! come forward and join us. or die.” the man spits, smiling at the broken faces opposite him.”

it is quiet for just a moment before lucius malfoy calls for his son. you watch the man and his wife plead with him. but his hand remains in yours and feet right beside you.

you look up at him and give him your brightest smile, a smile you would give him in dreams. as he peers down at you he knows that nothing in the world means more to him than you and that smile he’s spent hours telling missus moon about.

“you insolent boy, draco!” the snake-like man hisses.

you turn to face him, eyes wide with fury and hate.

neville begins limping toward the band of villains.

“i’d like to say something.” the boys breathes out.

voldemort smirks at him, “well neville i’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.”

“you’re wrong! harry’s heart did beat for us, for all of us!” and with that, he pulls the sword of godric gryffindor out of the sorting hat he’s been clutching and aims it at the deatheaters and their leader.

draco’s head cranes in harry’s direction, and in an instant, the boy flies out of hagrid’s arms and throws a spell at voldemort.

you cry out along with everyone else before watching voldemort’s followers disappear.

“come on, we’ve fought enough. i won’t let you die now!” draco commands, leading you to the bridge.

you follow, but turn to look at the castle one last time. draco stops as well and you see him meet ron and hermione’s gaze. ron nods his head and draco returns the gesture.

“let’s go draco.” you sigh.

he didn’t know he’d see you again. the two of you had gone to your home to bathe and sleep and when the boy found himself in his dreams, he saw you.

you smile at the platinum haired boy, “sit draco.”

he complies.

“i hope you haven’t gotten tired of seeing me. i suppose it will be a lot now. to have me in waking and in sleep.” you giggle.

draco stares at you deeply, “i could never get tired of you. i’ve spent a year talking to the moon, trying to get you. in hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too. i’ve asked the sun to tell you all the things i couldn’t, the wind to whisper all the things i love about you, all the rainbows to make you smile, and the trees to take you under their branches. i’d want nothing more than this.”

you lean your head on his shoulder, “i’m here now and we have eternity to tell eachother the things we haven’t said yet.”

the two of you can’t help but to stare at the moon some nights, silently thanking missus moonlight for putting in a word.

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tinythiefalex · 3 years

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Remus and Logan

Yeah I couldn’t come up with a good name for this one.

Another story whoo! The last one was fluffy, but this ones got angst up the wazoo (with some fluff at the end cuz I can’t leave the babies to suffer)

Words: 755

Tw: nightmare, injury, experiments (lmk if there’s anything else I should add)

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Remus opened his eyes.

Where….where was he?

Last thing he remembered, the fairy had been falling asleep in the human, Logan’s, room. Now, he was in a bright place, white walls and bars all around him.

A cage. He was in a cage.

Remus tried to blink away the blurriness in his eyes when a loud, familiar voice rang through the room.

“Ah. Subject R2, you’re awake. Good.”

No. No no no. He was back. He couldn’t- he couldn’t be back. Logan had got him out. Logan had-

Remus met the eyes of the human above. Those terrifying, heartless eyes. No. No no no no no no no.

It was Them.

They continued speaking, explaining the upcoming experiments, but Remus’ ears were ringing far too loud to understand.

“Now then. Let’s get started.” They said, reaching for Remus and, before he could even react, snatching him up in an unforgiving fist.

They walked into the next room. It was filled with boards and beakers and tools that Remus was all too familiar with.

He was dropped on the table. The human grabbed one of the tools and turned back to Remus. But before they could go any further, Remus shouted.

“No!”

“No?” They asked, then sighed. “R2, what have we said about misbehaving like this?”

“N- no! I- I won’t do it!” He wouldn’t do it he wouldn’t he refused.

The human's eyes hardened. Suddenly, Remus found himself pinned to the table by a giant hand. The other hand gripped his wing.

“You will obey! We have had this talk time and time again! I am your owner and you will listen to me!”

They tugged harshly at his wing. Remus cried out,

“No! No stop it! Please!”

But it was no use, he was helpless, weak, pathetic, worthless.

“You vile rat! You ought to be taught a lesson!”

Another tug. A horrible ripping sound. Remus' vision went dark, overwhelmed by the pain.

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Remus woke up with a hoarse scream, nearly falling right off his little bed.

The human in the bed beside him shifted, sitting up and putting on his glasses.

“Remus?” He asked, groggily.

At the sound of a voice, Remus screamed again, falling right off the bed and scrambling back on the nightstand.

This snapped the human out of his tired stupor.

“Woah, hey Remus, Remus!”

Two hands, human hands, reached towards Remus. He curled up, tears streaming down his face, trying to protect his head. He was weak, helpless, fragile, pathetic, worthless, weak, weak, weak-

“Oh no, shh shh…. Remus it’s ok it’s ok, I’m not touching you, see?” The human held his hands back, murmuring reassurances.

Eventually, Remus managed to steady his breathing enough to start to clear his mind. He slowly looked up.

“L...Logan?” He said faintly.

The human smiled a bit.

“That’s right, Remus. It’s Logan. Just Logan. No one else is here. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Remus hesitantly sat up, arms wrapped around himself in a sort of hug,

“W- what? What happened? I was just with…”

“It was a nightmare, Remus. Nothing else.” Logan interrupted gently. “You were here the whole time. You’re safe. I promise.”

Remus took a slow, deep breath, his hands rubbing up and down across the bandages covering his torso.

“A nightmare. Only a nightmare.” He whispered to himself.

“Are you alright?” Logan asked.

“Ye-yeah.” Remus answered. “I’m alright. Or...I will be. Just...give me a minute, ok?”

“Of course…” Logan trailed off. “Do you need anything? Water? More blankets?”

“No, thanks. I’m ok. I’ll be ok.”

“Alright then, if you’re sure.” Logan sat back down on the bed.

They sat in silence for a moment, before,

“A- actually… Logan?” Remus started.

“Hmm?”

“C- could I may- maybe...sleep with you tonight?” He asked quietly.

Logan was silent for a moment, surprised by the question.

“I- I mean-“ Remus backpedalled. “I- I don’t have to- I just- I just-“

“It’s ok, Remus. If that’s what’ll help you, you can sleep with me tonight.” Logan assured.

Remus smiled. Logan gently held out his hand, and Remus climbed on. Logan laid on his back, setting Remus down on his chest. Immediately, Remus curled up, letting out a content sigh. Logan smiled warmly, carefully laying a hand over the tiny body.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you. Always.”

They both fell off into a peaceful sleep.

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So uhh... yeah. Poor Remus. For anyone wondering that was a flashback to where Remus was experimented on and had his wing torn off.

For context that I couldn’t naturally fit in this one-shot:

Logan was also a scientist in that place before he rescued Remus and “disappeared”

This is a good while after that, hence why Rem already trusts Lo, but this is the first time Remus has let Logan help him after a nightmare.

The reason Remus has bandages on is, after the rescue, he and Lo searched for months to find a way to save his wing, but they found nothing. It had been completely torn off, and there was no way to reattach or regrow it, so Remus eventually decided to get rid of the other one too, since it was doing more harm that good for him. (Don’t worry, it was a much less painful removal, but it still needs to heal)

Even tho he is a fairy, Remus does not have any magic powers. The only difference between him and a human now is his size.

Thanks for reading! (The most difficult part of writing for me is coming up with ideas, so if you have a story idea you’d like me to write, shoot me an ask and I’ll see what I can do. Thank you)

#writing #sanders sides #sanders sides g/t

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gay-otlc · 3 years

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Monsters- Chapter ב

Previous chapter

Summary (changed from last time btw): Eyphah has monsters in hir head. How much do the monsters have to control hir life before ze becomes the monster?

Content warnings: OCD/intrusive thoughts/trich, religion, cursing, low self esteem, violence, lmk if I need to add anything.

Playlist (if anyone’s curious)

Word count: 1762

“Monster,” ze whispered to hirself again, as ze walked through hir door. Ze swallowed and put on a fake smile. “Shoshanah! I’m home!”

No response.

Heart thundering, Eyphah rushed across the hallway and up the stairs, footsteps echoing loudly. “Shoshanah!” ze yelled again, ripping the door open. The lights were off, bed empty, sheets slightly ruffled. Hir eyes flicked around wildly until they fell upon a sheet of paper resting on the nightstand.

Eyphah exhaled, grabbing it.

Eyphah-

I know you get worried when I’m not here, so sorry to worry you, but I had to fill in for Yakov at the hospital. I won’t be home until late, so you can have dinner without me. I’m alright and I love you!

Love,

Shoshanah.

“Fucking idiot,” Eyphah muttered, setting the note down and rubbing hir temples. Why did ze have to freak out every time Shoshanah didn’t answer immediately? Why did the monsters in hir head have to fill it with images of Shoshanah lying in her bed, unable to move, dying before hir eyes- or already dead.

And ze was still fucking anxious. “She’s okay,” ze muttered again, shaking hir head. Hir eyebrows itched. A lot, like the fear of stabbing someone with hir sword and finding Shoshanah dead had all physically manifested in hir left eyebrow, needing to be extracted from hir body.

Ze pulled.

And pulled again.

And then wrapped hir hands behind hir back and sat on them, determined not to pull again.

And pulled again.

“I fucking hate you!” ze yelled at hirself. Frustrated, ze stood up and grabbed hir notebook, opening it to the most recent page.

Reasons I don’t want to die:

I want to learn the new sword move.

I love Shoshanah

Shoshanah loves me

Maybe I’ll find a new ahav

No babka when you’re dead

NO RUGELACH WHEN YOU’RE DEAD!

The thought makes me feel sick

I don’t want to die

I don’t want to die I don’t want to die I don’t want to die

Eyphah remembered writing that. Ze’d been baking; latkes, was it? It was Tammuz; last month, and one of the summer ones, but ze hadn’t wanted to let the wrong season stop hir from enjoying latkes. The rest of the memory was a bit blurry. Ze opened up hir drawer to get a spatula and flatten the latkes, but hir gaze fell upon a knife.

Ze imagined grabbing the knife instead of the spoon.

Ze imagined quickly thrusting the knife into hir chest.

Ze imagined bleeding out on the floor, Shoshanah coming to discover hir body and screaming.

Eyphah hadn’t opened that drawer since, nor had ze baked.

It was sad. Ze used to love baking.

Baking and sword fighting; those were hir favorite things to do for fun, but the monsters in hir head made hir terrified of that. What would happen next? Would ze have to avoid Shoshanah, someone she liked to do for fun as well?

Do you even love Shoshanah? Or are you just her ahav out of pity?

“SHUT UP!” ze screamed, and wrote down ten reasons ze loved Shoshanah.

The way she bites her lip and looks down when she finds a joke funny but doesn’t want to admit it’s funny.

Her kisses. She tastes like strawberries.

The way her eyes light up when someone calls her a girl.

The little twirl she does when she wears a dress.

Her singing voice for Havdalah prayers.

Her determination to help others.

When she talks about picking her name and has this sweet little smile on her face.

The way she flaps her hands when she’s happy.

How her hand fits in mine perfectly.

Her laugh, like sunlight.

When Eyphah was thoroughly convinced ze actually loved hir ahav, and wasn’t just faking it and toying with her feelings out of some sick sadism, ze threw the notebook down and paced across the room, trying to release the nervous energy bubbling up inside hir.

Normally, when ze had this buzz of energy, ze tried to get it out by practicing with hir sword. But that wouldn’t work now, would it?

Convenient.

Until hir stomach rumbled, ze had no idea ze was hungry, but ze gratefully accepted the distraction of going to get food. Ze was good at baking, but terrible at cooking, and ze hated using the stove anyway- too big a risk ze’d set something on fire. Bagels, maybe? Shoshanah bought bagels yesterday, and they should have at least a few left. No cream cheese, though; ze’d have to use a knife for that.

Eyphah focused on the motion of hir legs, lifting one up and swinging in front of the other, over and over again, until ze reached the kitchen, because otherwise ze’d get too lost in hir own head to move.

Even without cream cheese, the bagels tasted pretty good, and ze ate them quickly. After reciting the birkat hamazon, the sound of hir voice stopped echoing through the house, and it fell silent. Ze was just alone in here, and it was dark out, and there was nothing stopping the monster in hir from taking over.

Maybe ze should go out into town? Ze hated being around people, always had, and ze was probably a danger to them, but maybe it would be better than being alone in this empty house. Eyphah shifted hir weight on the chair as ze thought, and even the creaking seemed to whisper monster at hir.

It was official, ze had gone insane, and Eyphah needed to get out of this fucking house.

After pausing just long enough to leave a note for Shoshanah- Shoshana didn’t worry like ze did, she probably wouldn’t need it, but maybe it would be nice- ze changed into a cleaner shirt, short sleeved and white like before, but not covered in imaginary blood stains. Then, ze left the house and decided to walk to the jewelry store, hoping to get hirself a new magen david necklace.

It was raining lightly outside, the sky clouded over with grey so ze couldn’t see any stars. Disappointing. Other than that, Eyphah didn’t mind the rain much; sure, hir hair was getting wet, and hir scalp where ze had a bald spot, but it felt kind of nice. Calm. Ze could almost imagine that the rain was washing away all the evil that lived inside hir.

Almost.

Slowly, ze breathed and focused on the noise of hir shoes clicking against the pavement, of the rain gently pattering on the windows of the stores surrounding hir. It had been such a long time since ze just focused on what was going on in the world around hir. Most of the time, ze was too caught up in hir own head, obsessed with the past or dreading with the future. Eyphah let hir eyes linger behind hir a little too long, or narrowed hir vision on the world ze was hurtling into, and and never took the time to look around.

It wasn’t so bad.

Ze ran a finger through hir damp hair, making it look a little more presentable, before walking into the jewelry store. Was it even open this late? Maybe ze should have checked that first. But the lights were on, and loud voices flooded the building, and there were people in there. It felt much warmer than hir empty house.

“Eyphah! Shalom!” someone called, and ze started a little, not having expected to be welcomed. It was easy to forget people liked hir, when ze struggled with liking hirself so much.

Ze waved, responding with “Hey, how’s it going?” Hopefully, if ze initiated a conversation, whoever called hir name would come closer to hir and ze would figure out who it was. Their voice wasn’t instantly recognizable.

They did, in fact, come closer; Chaim, Eyphah remembered. They had been extremely close as children; he had done an aliyah at hir B’nai Mitzvah a few years ago, and while they hadn’t spent as much time together recently, they were still good friends. Eyphah smiled a bit.

“Pretty good,” Chaim said, grinning. He was usually grinning, his slightly crooked teeth showing and dark eyes lighting up. His hair had gotten longer since the last time ze saw him, dark and curling around his warm, copper colored face. “I’m getting a boat soon, finally. I’ve been saving up for years.”

“That’s great! I’m really happy for you!”

“Yeah, I leave in a few weeks, but I’ll be sure to write. How about you, anything interesting going on?”

Eyphah tugged at hir hair, a few strands coming loose. Chaim must have noticed the bald spots, wider and more obvious than the last time they’d spoken a few months ago, but he was nice enough not to comment on it. Nothing very noteworthy had gone on in hir life recently, especially not something ze’d want to share with people.

“I’ve been working on sword fighting more often,” ze said finally, omitting how terrified ze was of hurting anyone. “Gotten pretty good at it.”

“Nice! Please don’t stab me though.”

That’s what I’m worried about. “Haha, I won’t,” Eyphah said weakly, clawing at the skin where hir neck sloped into hir shoulder and tearing it off.

Chaim took a step forward in line as whoever was at the front left. Eyphah followed. “A lot of people here, huh? I thought there’d be hardly anyone.”

“Tu B’av is coming up soon, I guess. A lot of people buying their ahavs jewelry.” Eyphah usually made Shoshanah a cake for Tu B’av; ze supposed ze’d have to come up with something else this year. Hopefully ze didn’t disappoint her.

“Right. Forgot about that.”

Eyphah nodded, shoving thoughts of disappointing Shoshanah out of hir head. “Are you here buying anything for your ahav?” ze asked, the corners of hir mouth turning up.

Chaim snorted. Eyphah had thought he would find that funny, considering he had never and would never love people like ahavs, the mere thought that he would was ridiculous. “I was hoping to get earrings, actually,” he said once he stopped laughing. “Lost my old ones.”

“Disaster,” ze teased.

“You’re one to talk, Mx. I got my hair cut because I burnt it cooking.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You love me, bitch.”

“I do.” Eyphah smiled again- a real genuine smile!- and leaned against Chaim’s wide frame. He made hir feel like a person. That was nice. Ze had forgotten what it was like to feel like a person, not a monster.

#shai's writing #shai types things #monsters #everyone is jewish wip #gonna rebagel with taglist #i love chaim btw #and he's aromantic #if that wasn't obvious

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discordant-circle · 4 years

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Sun Spirit Zuko - Backstory

TW(s) - Major Character Death, child abuse (if anything else needs tagged, please lmk)

Zuko was yanked out of bed and dragged from his room by his sister. In a tired moment of panic, he tried to get away from her, but she rolled her eyes and grabbed him by his shoulders.

“It’s your sister, idiot!” She hissed. Zuko’s eyes focused and he realized that it was, in fact, just his sister. He calmed down a bit, but looked around the castle and squinted.

“Why did you drag me out of bed so late?” He asked.

“Dad wanted me to come and get you. Something happened to Grandpa- he told me that he needed you, not me.” Azula replied, sounding a little jealous. Zuko was confused.

“Why would Dad need me…?” He asked himself. Azula shrugged.

“Now come on- he told me to come to Grandpa’s throne room.” Zuko followed after his little sister carefully, trying to keep his footing whenever he almost tripped over things in the dark hallways. Not long after, they got into the throne room, where Ozai was waiting for them. Ursa was nowhere to be seen, but Azulon was sitting on the throne and watching carefully.

“Thank you, Azula,” Ozai said, earning a bright smile from his daughter. “You may return to your room now- I just need your brother for this.” Azula looked a little disappointed at this, but nodded, gave a small bow to her father, and let go of her brother’s hand and started to walk away.

“Before you go,” Azulon suddenly spoke up, causing Azula to stop in her tracks. “Say goodbye to your brother. It would be good to do so.” Azula was a little confused by this but nodded anyway. Zuko was getting more anxious by the moment.

“Of course, Grandfather,” Azula said, turning around again to face Zuko. “Goodbye, Zu-Zu!” She gave him a bright, slightly terrifying smile, before turning and walking off again. Zuko felt a bit more scared than he did before without her in the room but did the proper bow to greet his Grandfather.

“Have I done something wrong? Azula didn’t give me any explanation for why I’m here,” Zuko said, glancing up at his father, who did not look happy.

“No,” Azulon said. “It is not your fault for what is going to happen, child. This is your father’s punishment.” Zuko looked confused at this.

“What do you mean?” Azulon did not reply- just looked at his son. A ring of fire suddenly surrounded both Zuko and Ozai, making it impossible for either of them to leave. Ozai’s hands lit aflame as he looked at Zuko. Zuko looked scared, but did not move- he knew that the ring of fire was there to have him stay put, or else there would be consequences.

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Azula watched through the curtains, staying low and quiet to not alert anyone that she was there. She could just barely see what was going on through the flames- and when she realized what was happening, her eyes widened slightly. She backed up and started to run to get her mother, just as she heard Zuko’s first scream. Not far away from the throne room did she find Ursa, who was rushing towards the room.

“Azula!” She said, kneeling down to Azula’s height. Azula looked legitimately scared for once in her life. “Are you okay?” Azula nodded. “Is there any way we can get into the throne room?”

“There’s fire blocking the entrance- what’s going on?! Is Dad actually going to kill Zuzu?! I thought he was just kidding!” Tears welled in Azula’s eyes. Ursa closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, gently brushing Azula’s hair out of her face. Another scream was heard, but it was fainter, due to them being further away.

“Zuko will be okay,” She said finally, her voice quiet. “I want you to get out of here. Go somewhere else. Go- go with Mai or Ty Lee, and don’t tell them what’s happening here. I’ll send someone to come get you when this is all over, okay? I love you, sweetheart.” Ursa pressed a kiss to Azula’s forehead before standing up again. “Go.” Azula hesitated before nodding, running off down the hallway in the opposite direction that Ursa was going.

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Zuko fell to the ground, barely breathing. His vision was blurry, he was sobbing, and every inch of his body was in tremendous amounts of pain. He could feel the blistering burns forming on the left half of his body. The burns were so severe that he could barely move, yet they hardly touched the right side of him. The biggest part that caused him the most pain was the area the lightning hit him- right in the chest. It hurt him just to breathe- he was dying, he knew that. He couldn’t bring himself to get up. He was exhausted.

When the world around him started to go dark, he started getting even more scared. He couldn’t leave the world, not yet. He had to be there for his sister, he had to be there for his Uncle when he returned home. Yet he was unable to stay conscious, falling into what he hoped would just be a deep sleep.

His eyes opened again quickly, and he found himself in a dark room. His vision was still blurred slightly, but as they adjusted to the darkness, he quickly realized that it wasn’t a room he was in- in fact, he wasn’t inside at all. Once his eyes adjusted fully, the world around him lit up and grew to look peaceful. There were many animals running around, most of which he had never seen before. The ground below him was pale grass, which was very soft to the touch, he came to realize, seeing as he was laying right on it. The sky above him was a bright, vibrant blue with clouds passing through, yet there was no sun nor moon in sight.

Pushing himself into a sitting position, Zuko could feel no pain anymore. He looked down at his arm, expecting to see fresh burns, but there were only scars where burns had once been. He reached up to touch his face, expecting to feel a fresh burn, yet there was only a scar. He was confused and surprised. He got to his feet, hesitating. There were trees around, too, and he noticed a lake in the distance, where a white-haired girl was sitting, looking into the lake as though she were trying to contact something or someone.

Zuko thought for a moment- he could go over to her and ask where they were, but she probably wouldn’t know, either. She looked younger than he did- maybe 11, 12 at best. The girl suddenly looked up from the water, her striking blue eyes looking right at Zuko.

“How did you get here?” She asked, standing up and making her way over to him. Despite the fact that they were rather far away from one another, it sounded as though she were whispering in his ear, and it made him shudder.

“I… I don’t know,” Zuko admitted, hesitating. The girl stood in front of him, her eyes carefully looking over him. She hesitated for a moment before bringing a hand up and placing it on his newly scarred chest. A bright, amber light came from the scar, and the girl yelped, jumping backward. Zuko felt a shock of pain from it, yet it disappeared almost as instantly as it came. The girl stared at him, eyes wide.

“You’re… you’re being blessed by Agni.” She said, almost breathlessly.

“What?” Zuko asked, looking down. The light had disappeared, though Zuko now realized that there was a pale, see through glow encasing his scars. He tried to get rid of it, but it didn’t budge. “Who are you?” He questioned the girl finally, panic rising in him. The girl looked embarrassed, messing with her hair.

“I’m so sorry, how foolish of me. I’m Princess Yue- I’ve been blessed by Tui. Tui saved my life when I was just a baby- so, it is my duty to save her life if things ever come to that.” Zuko looked confused.

“So- you’re a princess? And you like… are the Moon Spirit?” Yue smiled slightly.

“Yes, and no. I am not Tui. I am the future replacement for Tui if anything happens to her.” Zuko slowly nodded. “May I ask who you are?”

“Oh, uh… I’m Prince Zuko. Sorry- also, how old are you? You’re super formal- it’s kinda weird.”

“I’m 12.”

“Oh. So am I.” Zuko hesitated. “You said I’m being blessed by Agni- what does that mean?” Yue bit her lip.

“I’m afraid that it means you died. But, the positive side is, someone saw you dying and didn’t want you to! So, they prayed to Agni for you- and, I guess Agni saw something in you… and, he has decided to help you by giving you part of his life force. I think. That what Tui said she did for me.” Zuko stared.

“I… I died? No- no, that’s not possible. I- I can’t have.” He fell to the ground, pulling a leg to his chest and running his hand through his hair, staring at the ground. “That’s impossible. I didn’t do anything wrong- I shouldn’t have died for nothing!” Before Yue could answer, a feminine voice rang out from the lake. A glowing, white figure appeared, though it didn’t appear to be feminine nor masculine.

“Little moondust,” The figure said. “We must leave him be. I am sure you will meet again in the future, but the Sun and Moon are not to be around one another for very long. Come with me, I will send you home.” Yue nodded.

“Okay, Tui!” She said. She looked back at Zuko, hesitating. “I hope to see you again, Prince Zuko.” She did a small, traditional water tribe bow. “Bye!” With that, she ran off, walking right into the opened arms of Tui, both disappearing instantly. Zuko looked around frantically, quickly getting up again and going over to the lake. There was no sign of either of them, though there were two fish circling one another.

“I don’t know what’s going on!” He cried out, but there were no reactions from the fish. They just continued to circle each other.

“I am sorry, my little spark.” A masculine voice rang out. Zuko spun around, seeing a glowing yellow figure walking towards him. “But what Tui’s little moondust had said is the truth. You have died, but there is no room to worry.” The figure gently placed a hand on Zuko’s face. The figure was blurry- no features were able to be made out, other than the fact that it had a mouth and was the source of the voice. “I am going to give you a part of my life force, and you will be able to return home. If you ever need me, you will know how to find me, I assure you. If I am ever in danger, I am relying on you to either protect me or give up your own life for mine. Am I understood, little spark?” Zuko hesitated. He normally would have been scared, but there was something just so… warm and inviting about this figure. Zuko was sure this was Agni.

“Yes, Agni.” Zuko breathed out. It was almost like he hadn’t wanted to speak, yet words came out. Agni nodded.

“Good. Your mother is a very loving soul- you should thank her when you return. It was her prayers that I answered. I see something in you, little spark. You have great potential. You may return whenever you are ready. You just have to wake up.” Zuko nodded slightly. Agni suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and Zuko closed his eyes. The world around him faded, and he felt like he was falling, the rush of air running past him, until suddenly his eyes were opening again.

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starlightnovas · 3 years

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NEW WIP EVERYONE :D

Hey! I did it! Finished that little writing snippet :)

In this post, I'm going to be introducing my new WIP, Phantom Bonds. Basically, the story follows two best friends, Kailey and Anthony. Kailey is a young, but very very good private detective who specializes in murder cases. She rarely fails to catch the killers she chases. How does she do it? Well, it's quite simple really; Anthony tags along for all her cases, and he just happens to be a ghost.

Kailey has the ability to see spirits and together, she and Anthony can use the victim's spirit to bring the killers to justice and put ghosts to rest.

But a few recent cases have come through where they couldn't seem to find the ghosts of the victims anywhere, nor any trace of the killer.

Kailey and Anthony soon discover a plot far deeper than they ever imagined; a cult focused on killing people and harvesting souls in the name of their deity. There's mystery, action, adventure, the occult, and maybe even a little Lovecraftian horror if I'm feeling adventurous 👀

I'm also considering putting this on Wattpad or something, so lmk if you're interested in seeing more and I might do that :)

Anyway, here's the preview:

My ears were still ringing when Anthony appeared above me.

“Come on, get up! He’s gonna getaway!”

I groaned as I rolled over and pushed myself up. My whole body was throbbing painfully. What the hell just happened to me?

I stumbled as I got to my feet, and took a few moments to catch my breath. I ran my hands down my torso and didn't feel any damage to my clothes. Whatever energy that guy had hit me with hadn't burned me.

Anthony had a look of concern, “You alright? Can you keep going?”

I nodded, and grimaced from the aching, “Yep, I'm good… Let's go.”

We moved out into the open. This place was clearly very very old. The ancient stone crypt, which had been silent and dark this whole time, was now filled with pale green light and a constant roar that sounded like an eerie echoey waterfall.

As Anthony and I emerged from the rubble of the collapsed pillar, we saw the circular dais in the center of the room was now erupting with the pale green light. On the platform above, stood that man.

Anthony pulled down his hood and adjusted his red hoodie, revealing his blonde hair, blood-covered face, and bandaged throat. His ghostly transparency let me see his slit throat through his bandages.

The man looked down at us, “Still alive?”

Anthony shrugged, “One of us is.”

I wiped the blood from my nose, “For the moment.”

He tilted his head, “I recommend you leave this place. You don't know what forces you're interfering with.”

I slowly started forward, “Not by a long shot. Your followers have killed a lot of people. Last I checked, that's pretty illegal, so I'm taking you down.”

I went to the left side of the dais and started up the stairs up to him. Anthony went to the right. He couldn't do much, but his presence might be enough to cause hesitation.

The man didn't seem to be at all anxious, “Society’s concepts of law and morals mean little to me. Mortal life is temporary. These bodies are little more than meat suits; temporary specks in an infinite and indifferent universe. But we can become so much more!”

I waved my hand to cut him off, “Just shut up. I'm not gonna buy into any of that cult shit.”

He tilted his head, “I thought you of all people would understand. You have the rare gift of being able to perceive our the lost souls. Your friend is one of them. Haven't you seen what he can do? Haven't you wondered what that power could be used for?”

Anthony laughed, “I don't know what you're thinking, buddy. I'm really not that powerful. I can occasionally move some stuff around on a good day.”

“You have no idea what you're capable of. You hold more power than most, and that will be very useful to me.”

He frowned, “That just sounds like bullshit.”

“If that's what you wish to believe.”

I neared the top of the stairs. I saw that the man was holding a pyramid-shaped polyhedron. The weird artifact appeared to be made of something like glass or crystal and glowed with a ghostly pale green light from within.

“Put the death laser pyramid down,” I said. I was staying low so I could easily move if he tried to attack me, “Cooperate and nobody has to get hurt.”

“Hurt? I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to help my people ascend.”

I groaned, “Oh my GOD, you are annoying. Anthony!”

Anthony immediately rushed forward, hovering off the ground. The man spun around and held up the pyramid. It flared with the green light and a beam of some kind of energy launched out. The beam connected with Anthony and wrapped around his body, holding him in the air. He cried out in pain.

“You may be dead, but you're not untouchable.”

Panic filled my chest, “Anthony!”

The light suddenly flared up and there was a loud cracking snap as Anthony vanished with a puff of mist.

I ran forward and tackled the man and pinned him to the ground.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!?”

“Relax, he's not gone. I've simply weakened him enough to keep him away for a few moments. He was clearly the more formidable of the two of you.”

I reared back my arm to punch him, but another beam came from the pyramid and pushed me off of him. Pain seared through my ribs and spread like an infection. The burning pain crept through my whole torso.

The man stood, “Try as you may, you cannot stop what's coming. You will join us, or be destroyed standing against us.”

I was struggling to gasp for air as I rolled into my knees, “I'm not… gonna let you… getaway…”

“You don't appear to be in a position to stop me.” He turned away from me and back to the well of light below the platform. He held up the pyramid and began chanting something in a language I didn't recognize.

Anthony reformed in front of me. He was also on his knees, heaving.

“What the hell did he hit me with?”

I shook my head, “I don't know. No one else has ever been able to see you, much less attack you. I think we might've finally bit off more than we can chew…”

He slowly hovered off the ground and rose to an upright position, “But we're not giving up yet.”

I grinned, “Right.”

I stumbled to my feet and took a moment to regain my balance. Anthony and I turned towards the hooded man.

“We have to get that pyramid thing away from him.” I said, “I don't think he can hurt you without it.”

He nodded, “Got it.”

Anthony moved quickly. The man had barely turned around in time to create another beam from that pyramid. It didn't hit Anthony but scared him enough to make him back away. I charged straight at the man. He launched the beam right at me. I froze as it wrapped around my body. I couldn't move at all. It was like I had suddenly become paralyzed. I couldn't even twitch my fingers.

He flung his arm over his head. The beam threw me over him and off the platform. I hit the stone ground with a loud crack and screamed as my torso began to burn with pain.

I painfully sucked in air. Stars were starting to dot my vision. I had to be almost completely focused on staying awake and was dimly aware of the man now attempting to attack Anthony again.

I have to help him.

Get up!

I tried to move, but the pain in my ribs wasn't going to let me go anywhere. I had definitely broken something in that fall.

Then I saw it. The slight gleam of a polished wooden handle.

My handgun.

It was testing a few feet away among small pieces of the shattered pillar. I shifted towards it a little and screamed from the following agony.

I heard another scream; Anthony's. The man had him trapped with a beam. When the light flared this time, Anthony didn't disappear; He just screamed louder.

I cried and whimpered as I hurriedly shifted to my handgun. My fingers brushed the handle and desperately tried to grab hold of it. I managed to get it and steadied my grip.

I blinked away the tears from the pain and aimed up at the man attacking Anthony. My hands were shaky, and I probably only had one shot; I needed to get this right.

“Let go of my friend, you son of a bitch!”

The bang of the gun rang throughout the old stone halls, leaving my ears ringing. Then with a loud crack, the room was plunged into darkness.

#Phantom Bonds #WIP #Kailey #Anthony #new wip #Thoughts?#Writing #writblr

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kob131 · 4 years

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https://bigenderbeastmaster.tumblr.com/post/623203301097390080/i-think-the-only-major-piece-of-worldbuilding-in

I think the only major piece of worldbuilding in RWBY that hasn’t been retconned at this point is the hunter academies.

Place your bets, how many times is OP gonna spout off bullshit?

Aura? Retconned to no longer power semblances. Retconned to attract Grimm.

BZZZZZT!

Incorrect, it does in fact power semblances and never is shown to attract Grimm.

“B-but outside sources!”

Funny, I checked the wiki and the reddit: no mention of this. Me thinks someone is telling half truths.

“b-but Yang in her character short-”

Never had her Aura break and thus could use her Semblance, as the effect shown was the effect when Aura is weak, not gone.

Semblances? Retconned, both generally to no longer be powered by aura and individually changing or disappearing on certain characters.

BZZZZZZT!

Incorrect, they are shown to be generated by aura and have not changed of disappeared.

Dust? Function and types retconned multiple times.

BZZZZZZT!

Due to a lack of specifics, this cannot be consider accurate as any inaccuracies in OP’s argument can be ignored by saying they meant something else.

Faunus? Nightvision retconned, both generally to no longer universally apply and individually to no longer apply to Blake.

BZZZZZT!

Incorrect, it was stated in Volume 1 that Fanaus don’t all have night vision and the only known example of ‘Blake no have night vision’ is the Illa fight in Volume 5 were Illa was using CAMOFLAGUE.

“B-but she was dark!”

Funny thing about biological night vision, it doesn’t light up a room like say night vision googles. The most common type of light vision involves a special tissue layer that reflects captured light to increase the sharpness of the picture given by the brain. This is what causes those glowing eyes too.

Issue here is there was effectively NO light. You can tell by the heavy shadow and deep dark blues, which are visual cues for no light sources. Some animals CAN see in pitch black...but these are things like bats and moths, nocturnal creatures. Fanaus are not nocturnal so there’s no reason they’d have it.

So there, your bullshit doesn’t work.

Seasonal maidens? Retconned to no longer be hurt by silver eyes, then retconned back.*

BZZZZZZT!

Incorrect. While the first time is iffy, in Volume 7′s finale only Cinder was affected by Ruby, Penny stands unaffected.

Silver eyes? Activation mechanism retconned. Also retconned to only affect Grimm, then retconned back.*

BZZZZZZT!

Activation mechanism was never retconned nor was it retconned about what it affects.

Grimm? Attraction to negative emotions retconned to an attraction to aura.

BZZZZZT!

Never retconned, unsubstainated claim with nothing shown from quick research.

0/7, what a shocker.

This is all I can remember off the top of my head but anyone thinks of corrections or additions lmk.

You heard OP, help them out by pointing out literally nothing stated is true.

*This information left intentionally unclear by the writers but counted here to exemplify just how bad the issue is.

Along with, you know, unproveable claims and outright lying.

But hey, ‘RWBY bad’ so who cares if it’s the truth right?

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onetwosevensquad · 4 years

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Yin & Yang Part One: Forest Fire

Junmyeon x reader

Summary: Y/n, or Yin, tries to keep her identity hidden from mortals. But when Yang, or Daewon, threatens the balance, will Y/n and nine other elementals be able restore it before it’s too late.

Genre / Warnings: fantasy; kinda soulmate Au; language; violence; death

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Run.

That’s all you could think was run.

You didn’t know where you were. What part of the woods you were in. It didn’t matter though. You had to keep going.

The only thing you could hear was the crunch of twigs and leaves under your feet mixed with your heavy breathing. You could hardly see anything in the black of night. The cold night air whipping against your eyes and face was no help either.

Finally, you came to a stop once you reached a large oak tree. It was bigger than the rest, most likely at the center of the woods.

You leaned up against it and tired to catch your breath. Your lungs burned from the cold air and you felt like passing out. You wheezed as you attempted to create a normal breathing pattern.

Suddenly you heard crunching coming from around you. Was there someone else here? You wildly whipped your head around, trying to see if any one was there.

You peeked around to the other side of the tree and saw nothing. You decided to shrug it off as an animal and turned back around. When you did, you found out that it was indeed not an animal.

“Hello, Yin,” he said, his voice low. His name is Daewon or Yang. He’s supposed to be your better half. But really he is worse.

You two together are Yin and Yang. Dark and light. Death and life. You’re supposed to balance each other, the world and the other elementals.

People usually saw Yin as the bad one. But you did have light in you. And just the same, Yang had dark in him. Daewon let the darkness take over him and soon became the one people feared.

He used his powers to make people scared of elementals. He had a following of them who terrorized humans and other elementals. They killed, vandalized, stole and kidnapped.

But luckily, most people didn’t know who were elementals or not. You all hid in plain sight. No one knew who you were except each other. No one even knew that you were Yin.

“Yang,” you deadpanned. You and Yang haven’t gotten along. Ever. He was a manipulative sociopath.

“I’m glad to see you, truly,” he purred. “We hardly talk anymore. It’s such a shame.”

“I have to disagree there, Yang,” you said. You’re breathing had once again gone rigid. Not from running, but from anxiety. You were scared of Yang. Anyone who has met him would be.

You could tell he was getting angry by the way his ears turned red. His breathing became deeper and his nose flared. Daewon stalked closer to you until your back was against the big tree. You felt his warm breath fan across your face in comparison to the cold air.

“Don’t test me, Yin,” Daewon snarled. The smallest things set him off. The smallest jab to his ego was enough for objects to start flying.

You suddenly felt hot. Like you were burning. That was never a good sign. Daewon could control fire and when he got angry, he started to burn.

You watched behind Daewon as the forest began to turn brilliant colors of red and orange. Everything became hot and it was hard to breath.

You felt Daewon wrap his hands around your neck and lightly begin to press. As if it wasn’t already hard enough to breath.

You clawed at his hands and pushed at his face trying to get him off. You tried to find any moisture in the air to use your water ability but found nothing. The fire must’ve dried it all out.

Daewon said something to you but you couldn’t hear him. The crackling of the fire was too loud. Your vision started to blur as tears spilled out of your eyes.

Just before your vision went fully dark, you gasped.

You shot up in your bed, in your own apartment.

It was just another dream.

For the last two weeks you’ve been having the same reoccurring nightmare every night. You wondered when it would finally come true.

You knew it would eventually. You always have nightmares before it does. You’ve faced off against Yang before, having known him for centuries. Yes, centuries. You were technically immortal. Technically.

There were certain things that could kill you, one of them being Yang. You’ve been 25 for 792 because you don’t age. There is a legend that says when you meet your soulmate you will age, but that’s only a legend. You thought that it was complete horse shit because, well, it’s been 792 years.

You looked around your room and saw that it was morning. You looked at your alarm that read 6:30 am. Your eyes widened and you realized that if you didn’t get up now, you’d be late for work.

You clambered out of bed and into a quick shower. You got dressed, grabbed your briefcase and busted out the door.

You got in your car and drove to the university where you worked. You teach history there since you’ve lived through most of it. One of your favorite things is to find inaccuracies in the text book in your free time.

You pulled into the parking lot and raced past your coworkers and students into your office. You fished your lesson plan out of your bag and headed to your first class.

Your students arrived a short time after and you began your lecture. Though you couldn’t get the images of your dream out of your head, you didn’t show it.

Your lecture ended and you sent your students on their way with their homework. You cleaned up your desk and was ready to head to your office to get some work done. Just as you got the last of your things, a knock sounded at your classroom door.

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Rose: welcome to my new series. I’m excited to be doing a different group. I’m posting this early because I’m just excited for it. Lmk if you wanna be on the tag list. I hope you enjoyed part one.

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hannie-dul-set · 5 years

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(thirteen times) i love you— 01

— wherein y/n (a hopeless romantic) seems to fall in love with nearly ever guy she meets. so, she writes letters for them to compensate. these letters weren’t meant for them to read, but what happens when they all end up receiving them?

01 // the day it all went down

word count: 4.3k

a/n: the first part is finally here!! heheh. be warned that this is nothing but an absolute shitfest rip HAHHAH please lmk what you thought about this part!!

part 2 will be on July 9th, 8:00 PM EST!

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The soft breeze hits your skin as you walk down the dusty pavement. Clutching your books to your chest, you let out a long breath. Yet another agonizingly long day at school, I guess.

Your pace begins to slow down the moment your temporary prison appears into your field of vision. It wasn't as if you hated school— what you hated was going through the same mundane pattern nearly every single damn day to the point that it could bring a person to the brink of insanity. If that hadn't happened before, then you surely will be the first.

"Y/N! It's good to see that you're alive!" A chipper voice (thankfully) interrupts your blaring thoughts.

You groaned, "How the fuck is that a good thing, Hyerim? If anything, my impending death might actually be what the world needs right now."

"And how exactly would your death contribute to helping the earth?" Hyerim rolled her eyes, adjusting the strap of her bag as the both of you entered the campus.

A few acquaintances greeted the both of you while you passed the corridors. "Is Jiyeon not here yet?" You questioned, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"Said she's gonna be late," Hyerim shrugged, "And you still haven't answered my question, missy."

With a sigh, you divert your attention towards your locker which is a few feet away from you. Your eyes narrow. What the fuck? You continue to squint at the object— or more like the person leaning against it, whom which you assumed is waiting for you for god knows whatever reason.

"Hellooo? Y/N, you okay?" a waving hand blocks your vision. You turned to your friend who's giving you a worried look.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," you assured her. Hopefully. You glance back at the male who was still in the same spot as before, but this time, he seemed to have noticed you. For fucks sake, go away! Oh lord jesus, am I in trouble? You gulped and looked back to your friend.

"Hey, I gotta go. I'll see you later," you bid her goodbye, walking past her "And to answer your question— overpopulation."

You heard small 'what the fuck' from your friend before you had finally left her presence, causing small grin to form in your face. Although, your brief moment of joy was cut short once you remembered the apparent doom that was waiting for you at your locker.

You made your way towards the man. With every step you take, your heart races further and a new thought of dread plants itself in your mind.

What does he want from me?! As far as I know, I haven't done anything wrong! But why else would he be here? Wait, what if I actually did something that I don't know of? Jesus— okay, relax Y/N, it probably won't be that bad. Oh god, never mind, he doesn't look happy. You know what, my death would really, really, really sound nice right now. Maybe if i just jump—

"Oh. There you are, Y/N. I've been waiting for you for quite some time now."

Lord, please take me.

"May I know why, Seungcheol?" you look up to meet his eyes, features remaining calm in the hopes of masking the internal turmoil that's going on in your head.

It takes him a while to respond. He bites his bottom lip, eyes wandering in every direction besides you. Based on his actions, you could tell he was nervous— that didn't exactly sit well with you. Why the hell is mister student council president waiting for you, and not to mention he's nervous? The last interaction you've had with him was literally months ago. None of your thoughts seemed to line up, so all you could do was just to anxiously wait for his response.

He let out a deep breath, "Look, Y/N, I'm really flattered that you like me and—"

Your brows furrowed. What?

"—and I appreciate the fact that you think I'm handsome and all—"

The hell is he saying?

"—but you know I have a girlfriend and I really don't think she'll —"

"Seungcheol, what are you talking about?" you cut him off, your face filled with confusion.

You see him pressing his lips together. He reaches his hand into his pocket and takes out something from it.

A look of horror shrouds your face upon seeing the familiar object. Your eyes widen and you could feel your breathing starting to become erratic.

Oh my god no no no, please, for the love of god, don't tell me—

"I got your letter, Y/N," a yellow envelope appears in his hand, "I'm really sorry, I really do appreciate the sentiment but I don't think Minyoung will be happy if she sees— wait, Y/N, are you okay?"

You shake you head, hyperventilating. Your eyes still focused on the dreaded envelope in Seungcheol's hand. This can't be happening, this cannot be happening.

Seungcheol's hands meet your shoulders, "Hey, do you want me to take you to the infirmary?" he looks at you, eyes filled with worry.

"I'll— I'll be fine, y-yeah, I'm okay—"

You freeze.

"No, you're obviously not fine, Y/N. I'm taking you to the infirmary."

What if the rest has theirs?

"I— I have to go—" you shake his hands off of you and you ran off, leaving a confused and rather bewildered Seungcheol behind.

As you raced through the halls, all of the students that you came across seemed to be giving you worried glance. They probably thought you were having a breakdown— which in fact, you are (surprise.) You must've looked absolutely terrible for them to even notice. You had no idea where you were headed— anywhere where you could lose your mind without anyone seeing would be nice. You take a swift turn, but instead of moving forward, you were stopped back a rather broad and muscular chest.

"Oh damn, you alright there, Y/N?" you slowly look up and you were met by the face you someone you really didn't want to see.

"Earth to, Y/N? Have you lost the ability to speak or maybe I've just rendered you speechless?" you nearly slapped the shameless grin on the man's face, but you remained still.

"Or maybe she just doesn't want to talk to you, Gyu."

You snap your head to the direction of the voice. Your face contorting in horror upon seeing him. Any moment now, death.

Kim Mingyu and Xu Minghao. Whatever higher being there is from above must be enjoying the shit show that your life is slowly becoming into.

You let out a small shriek as you scrambled away from the both of them.

"Okay I knew she didn't like me, but that was just rude."

Quickening your pace, you dashed your way to the back of the school. It was almost time for your first class, but all you wanted to do was just to sit down, cry, and wallow yourself in self-pity.

The doors of heaven made its way into your peripheral vision and you swear you were about to burst into tears of joy. You let out a breath and a smile of relief plastered itself on your face.

But of course, your moment of bliss just had to be cut short.

"Y/N."

You felt someone grab your arm and you let out a squeak. You'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Sorry, it's just that I read your letter and I—"

"I, uh, I can't talk right now, Seokmin. Gotta go, bye—" for the third time today, (and possibly more to come) you ran.

It seemed like the back of the school wasn't an option to have your breakdown, anymore. You continue on running until your legs brought you in front of the infirmary. Good enough, you thought to yourself.

You tried to catch your breath as you entered the room. From the corner of your eye, you could see a nurse on duty giving you a skeptical look.

"Don't worry," you heaved, "I just— I just need to rest for a bit."

Planting yourself face-down onto one of the nearby beds, you let out a scream. Why the hell is this happening? You were just about to begin sobbing until you heard the door swung open.

"Oh, Joshua. What brings you here, sweetie?"

Of course that's gonna happen. What did I fucking expect?

You silently thank the people that invented the curtains around medical beds because if it weren't for them, you'd be fucked (more than you already were.) Although, he would still be able to see you if he comes closer and you were not willing to let that happen.

So, like any other person would do, you climbed under the bed.

You could see the nurse's alarmed expression looking at your figure. You placed your index finger on your lips.

'Please, don't tell anyone that I'm in here,' you mouthed, your face brimming with desperation. She seemed to understand your message since she diverted her attention to Joshua.

"Ah, I was just wondering if you hand any pain killers? My head started to ache while I was heading to class."

"Is that so? Just give me a moment, Joshua, I'll go get them."

"Thank you."

A pair of feet appeared in front of you and your heart started to race. You placed your palm on your mouth in case you accidentally slip out a sound.

"Here you go, dear."

"Ah, thank you so much. I'll be going now, Miss Lee."

"Alright. Remember to take care of yourself, Joshua."

The pair of feet shuffle away, causing you to let out the breath that you've been holding back.

"I won't," you heard the door swing open then put immediately to a close.

Slowly, you crawl back out from your hiding spot, hitting your head in the process. But did you care? No, because thank the fucking gods— your ass is saved for now. You stood up and started fixing your clothes and hair (and your mental state, but that's far from redeemable due to today's mishaps.) The bell rang, and you heard a cough coming from behind you. Turning around, you see the nurse looking at you with an unamused expression.

"Before you loiter around any further, I'd have to tell you that you need to get back to class, sweetie," despite the endearment at the end, the tone of her voice is less than endearing; a stark contrast from when she was talking to Joshua, earlier. But then again, he wasn't acting crazy and crawling underneath furniture, so you couldn't really blame her.

You nodded, and without a word, you scurried out of the room.

A groan exited your mouth as you made your way to your first class— chemistry. There weren't much students left in the hallway since the bell had already rung, so you're free to trudge your body around like a zombie. You've reached the door to your class, but before you could open it, you paused.

Fuck.

You curse at yourself.

Junhui is in this class.

Silently letting out a few prayers, you finally opened the door. Two pairs of eyes immediately stared at your direction— you professor, and the devil himself, Junhui.

Jesus, it's like he has been waiting for my arrival or something (guess what: he was.)

"My apologies for being late, sir, I just came from the infirmary," you explain.

"It's fine, Y/N, just go to your seat," you professor brushed you off and you nodded, following his instructions.

The class went on agonizingly slow, but perhaps that was just you hoping for it to end quickly. But, can you really blame yourself when there's literally someone drilling holes at the back of your head the entire god damned time?

Your look at the perpetrator from a few seats behind you, and were met by his intense gaze. You let a barely audible curse slip past your lips and turned your head back to the front. Can he like, stop? You could feel the warmth spreading on your cheeks from the brief interaction. Burying your face in your arms, you could only wait for the saving sound of the bell.

As if it were an ensemble of angels singing— the bell rang.

A bunch of students immediately stood up, you being one of them. You raced towards the door before Junhui could catch up to you. You exited the classroom, but before you could let out a sweet sigh of relief, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, Y/N. Is it okay if we talk for a sec?" you paled. No, it is not okay if we talk for a sec— or ever, actually. You turned your head to face him, but before you could utter out an excuse, someone decided to interrupt.

"Sorry, Jun. But I need to borrow Y/N for a while," you thought you were finally saved, but it turns out that your savior would actually end up being your demise, as well.

Wonwoo dragged you away from Junhui without giving him a chance to respond.

Is this some sort of sick fucking joke?

The tall male finally stopped dragging you and you both ended up in a quiet hallway. You look up at him, trying to formulate a decent excuse in your head since you already anticipated what he has to say.

"Sorry for interrupting you, but I just had to inform you to head to the clubroom after class," Wonwoo explained. "I know I could've just told you there, but you looked like you'd rather die than be that situation— whatever that was."

Huh. You thought. Hasn't he read the letter?

"Anyways, I'll be seeing you later, Y/N," he bade you farewell and left your confused self in the hallway.

You let out a heavy sigh. Thank god you we're saved just now but you know that won't last any longer. Walking at an agonizingly slow pace to your next class, you could only anticipate the next stage of torture that life has planned for you.

You made a quick stop at your locker before heading to class. Letting out a yawn, you opened it and took out everything you need. You weren’t gonna lie, this whole fiasco was starting to make you feel like a dead log . All you wanted was to sleep for ten days (and maybe cry along the way) and wake up knowing this entire thing was just a shitty dream.

You closed (read: slammed) your locker. Turning your heels, you see the presence of another person a couple of feet away from you. You groaned. Can I get a fucking break, please?

At the end of the hallway was Lee Jihoon.

You expected him to march up to you, letter in hand, and gently tell you to fuck off because he isn’t interested. But instead, the moment the male met your eyes, a flustered look crept onto his face along with a not-so-subtle red blush. You heard him mumble a low ’fuck’ before he literally ran away from you as if you had some sort of contagious disease. The tables have turned, apparently.

If you hadn’t been doing the exact same thing during the entirety of the morning, you’d be offended by his actions. You sigh, spending the next few minutes walking to your next class in silence.

Surprisingly, you weren’t late. You took a seat on the second row and waited for the class to start. An uneasy feeling started to flourish in your head. This is weird, you thought. This had been the longest time of peace that had passed before everything inevitably turns to shit again.

Just as the thought enters your mind, the door swings open, revealing none other than Boo Seungkwan.

You grumble, of course this was bound to happen. You prepared yourself for yet another uncomfortable Junhui situation to commence, but it ended up being far more worse than anticipated.

As if the universe slowed down just for this moment, Seungkwan marched towards the desk literally right beside you and, god-forbid, he sat down.

I really wish I were dead, right now.

To make things even more terrible, the male decided to strike up a conversation.

“Morning, Y/N.”

You contemplated grabbing your pen and just stabbing yourself with it, but you didn’t— that would take much too long. Instead, you ended up responding with a small ‘hi,’ which sounded more like a squeak than anything else.

Seungkwan hummed at your response and started fixing his things. You prayed, hoped, and wished that he hadn’t read the letter yet, because god you wouldn’t be able to escape this just like the previous times.

The professor started the class, and the next couple of minutes were spent with him introducing a new lesson.

You assumed your prayers have finally been answered since so far, Seungkwan hadn’t mentioned anything about the letter. You thought you could finally rest easy and focus on the class, but of course, the world decided that you haven’t suffered enough just yet.

“Psst, I was waiting for you to mention the letter you sent me, but it seems like you have zero plans so—”

“Sir, may I go to the restroom!?”

You shot up, cutting off the male beside you and catching the attention of everyone in class. You bit your bottom lip. Clearly, you didn’t think this through, but you didn’t care— you just needed to leave.

“Go ahead, Miss Y/N, and please don’t yell the next time you ask.”

In a rush, you immediately left the room. You weren’t planning on going to the bathroom— for fuck’s sake, you were going home. You didn’t think you could handle the possibility of meeting any more of the recipients of your letters. You were aware you’d have to confront them in the future, but that’s in the fucking future, right now your main agenda is just to cry.

You briskly made your way around the halls, avoiding the handful of people that were around. It was an easy task since people seemed to avoid you the moment you step into their presence. From the corner of your eye, you spot the same dreaded yellow object that had been the root of your ongoing despair. Your breath hitches, bringing you to a halt upon seeing the envelope nestling in Kwon Soonyoung’s grasp.

Taking a deep breath, you hoped to sneak past the male without him noticing you in any possible way. You inched your way past him, taking one step at a time. You were about to take a turn, successfully avoiding the giant landmine that was in the form of Soonyoung, he decided to crush your hopes by looking straight at your direction. His eyes widen, opening his mouth to say something, but you didn’t give the guy a chance—

You ran.

The effect your previous marathons might’ve finally taken a toll on your body since you weren’t running as quickly as before. Your breathing started to become short and even more labored. For the meantime, you decided to stop. You wanted to escape him, not pass out. Leaning against the wall, you pant profusely, you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle this any further— physically and mentally.

You start to move again, although at a much slower pace this time. No matter what happens, you’re going home, only by then you would be able to think about a solution to your problem.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

The blood on your face drains. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— just fuck. You could hear his footsteps getting nearer and nearer. Adrenaline rushes through your veins and you prepare yourself to start sprinting once again.

Why the fuck is this happening to me?

You sort of wish Seungcheol was just there to reprimand you earlier rather than bringing about this shit storm. It wasn’t his fault by any means, but you couldn’t find anything or anyone else to blame. God, you may have wanted a break from your daily mundane routine but isn’t this a bit too much?

Amidst your rush, a voice brings you to a halt.

“Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?”

You look up to the owner of the voice, mentally spewing out a string of curses (you couldn’t say it to his face unless you wanted to be in even deeper trouble.)

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class? Why the hell are you running around the hallway?”

Jeonghan begins to scold you, although none of it seems to register in your mind. You could only focus on the sound of Soonyoung’s footsteps, who in fact is only seconds away.

“Look, Jeonghan,” you heaved, cutting him off, “I— I’m sort of in— in a situation right now,” you looked at the male in desperation, your breathing still noticeably unstable. You turn your head behind you, seeing the shadow of the male inching closer. “Fuck.”

You faced the male in front of you once again, “Sorry, Jeonghan, but I really— really have to go,” for the umpteenth time today, you ran, but it seemed like Jeonghan didn’t plan on letting you go just yet.

“What the— Y/N, I’m not done with you yet, hold on—”

Instead of one, you now have two males chasing after you. That doesn’t sound too bad if it were in aromantic context, but literally two guys— both of them being exceptionally athletic and fast— are trying to frantically catch you via a running competition. Now that sounds terrible.

Your legs were seriously about to give in— maybe this is a sign to start going to the gym. But due to some miracle (or maybe you were just really fast when desperate), you managed to put some distance between you and the two boys, but you know that wasn’t going to last long. What you need was a hiding place, but where the fuck could you possible hide?

“Yo, Y/N, over here,” you turn your head and see Vernon, who you hoped hasn’t read your letter yet— you probably wouldn’t be able to handle another guy coming for your ass.

Taking the risk, you march up to him, hoping he could help you in some way. He points at his locker and you furrowed your brows in response, how is that supposed to help you?

“Hurry, get in, I’ll tell them you ran off somewhere else,” Vernon ushered you inside the compartment. You gape at him. Were you really gonna let him lock you in his locker in order to get two guys off of your tail? To answer: yes, yes you were.

You struggled to let yourself fit, but although extremely cramped, you managed. From the holes of the locker’s door, you were able to see and hear what was going on outside. A few seconds pass, then Jeonghan and Soonyoung appeared into view.

“Vernon, have you seen Y/N around?” Jeonghan asked, his breath hitching just the slightest bit.

Vernon, for the love of god, please be on my side.

“Yeah, she ran off in that direction,” he pointed towards somewhere you couldn’t see.

“Thanks, man,” Soonyoung replied and the both of them finally disappeared.

You closed your eyes, hoping to find some semblance of peace as you wait for Vernon to release you from the confined space.

“Alright, Y/N, they’re gone,” you heard a click and the locker door creaked open, “You’re safe now.”

Getting out was as much of a struggle as getting in, but once you were fully free, you found refuge on the floor underneath you. You let out as sigh as you leaned against one of the other lockers.

“Hate to ruin your moment, Y/N but why the fuck were they chasing you?” Vernon asked, confusion present in his voice.

You decided to pull yourself up, the male helping you along the way, “It's— It’s a long story,” you managed to utter out. Vernon only looked at you, probably even more perplexed than before. You brush off all the dust and the dirt before taking your leave.

“Thanks a lot, Sol. God, you don’t know how much I owe you for that,” you breathed.

“An explanation would be appreciated,” he chuckled, “But I won’t bug you right now, you look absolutely fucked out.”

You gave him a tired smile in response, “I’ll be going now. See you around,” you wave at him then immediately made your way outside.

The sun hits your skin. You almost cried knowing you finally managed to make it out alive. A few more agonizing minutes until you could have your long awaited breakdown. Surprisingly, the guard by the gate didn’t question why you were leaving school grounds— your postwar appearance probably says everything.

While you were trudging your way home, you felt a buzz in the pocket of your skirt. Letting out a groan, you fish for your phone. A look of dread shrouds your face upon seeing the message. Just when you thought your misery was over.

[chan: y/n we having a tutoring session later right? 👀]

[you: sorry chan, i won’t make it today]

[chan: aw is that so :((( i wanted to talk to you about something

chan: tomorrow then!!!]

You let out an exasperated groan and shoved your phone back into your pocket. Whatever happens within the next few days— you’ll deal with them sooner or later (hopefully, never).

Your house comes into view and you immediately broke into a sprint. Upon reaching your front door, the tears that you’ve been holding back the entire time threaten to break out. A few more seconds, Y/N, you could make it. You opened the door, and after slamming it close, you drop to the floor.

You know you’d have more shit awaiting for you tomorrow, but as of now— you only had the energy to bawl your eyes out, drown yourself in your own misery, and hope for the best to come.

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