#kane x f!reader

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Shimmer Kane with his breeding kink sends me absolutely feral. He gives me the vibe that he calls it ‘mating’ whenever you have sex

You have killed me, thank you.

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Summary: Kane's a little obsessed.

Warnings: Kissing, fingering, rutting, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 700

“Need to mate with you.” Kane groans in your ear as he kisses your jaw. He’s on top of you already, pressing you back down onto the sofa, his warm hands firmly pulling your thighs apart so that he can settle between them. 

“Kane, I-” You turn your head, trying to get his attention. But he growls softly, pressing his lips to yours and sinking his tongue into your mouth. 

He swallows your whines desperately as he rocks his aching erection against your core. 

He was naked already, having pulled off most of his clothing before he’d even walked into the room. 

You pull lightly at his hair on the back of his head, just enough to get a fraction of space between you both. He moans and shivers, enjoying the action far more than you thought he would. 

“What’s got into you?” You breathe. You’d become used to him over the last few months, familiar with his habits and patterns. 

His hands snake up higher on your bare thighs, underneath the skirt of your dress, to hook at the waistband of your underwear. 

“I want to get into you.” He breathes, his voice even, even though you know he is trying to make a joke. 

You grin. “I mean, what’s got you so worked up?” 

“I saw a video.” He says simply, as if he wasn’t rubbing himself deliciously against your core, just catching the edge of your clit. 

“What video?” 

Ever since Kane came back changed, you had set him up with a tablet for him to use when he had questions about everyday items. It wasn’t that you didn’t like explaining things to him, it was more that the questions he had were often so completely outside of your field of expertise or everyday common knowledge, that you usually ended up looking them up online anyway. 

“I was looking at yoga.” Something you had suggested to him to help him relax. He bunches your skirt up higher. “Different positions.” 

“And how…?”

“Lotus position, I click on some videos. They showed other things.” His breathing hitches ever so slightly, the smallest hint that his rapid rutting is affecting him. “Made me hard. Wanted you.” 

“Kane,” you squirm a little, your body reacting to him so quickly. You press your chest closer. “You know you don’t always need me when you get horny, you can take care of your needs-”

“I don’t like that.” He kisses your jaw, sucking at your skin and you have to pull him back by his hair so that you can continue the conversation. 

“What do you mean you don’t like that?” 

He gives you a small frown, as if you are being purposefully difficult. “I don’t like fucking my hand. I like being with you.” He kisses your neck again, pushing you back so you're fully laying down. 

He manages to pull himself away from you for just long enough to yank your panties down and off one leg. 

“I like when I come in you and you squeeze me.” He groans in your ear, going back to dragging his burning hot cock through your folds and gasping at the wetness that greets him. 

You shiver, pleasure twisting in your stomach as you scrap your fingers along his scalp. 

“I like when you make noises and how warm you are.” He pushes two fingers inside you and moans loudly as you whimper. 

He rubs his thumb against your clit, while he ruts his cock along your inner thigh, smearing precum along your skin. He strokes you eagerly, the spot and pace to make you scream memorised perfectly. 

You moan his name, wrapping one arm around his shoulders so you can hold him tight. 

He growls again, louder this time and watching your face as you pant and writhe under him. 

“I like that you love me.” He practically purrs, “That you let me. That you want me.” 

“Kane,” You swallow, pleasure burning and threatening to pull you down at any moment. 

“I like that you’re going to come for me and then let me make you come again.” He watches you with large, dark eyes, enraptured by your every moment. “I love you.” 

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Shimmer Kane X f!Reader

Blurb 3 for Kinktober 2024 - Request by @steven-grants-world

NSFW below the cut - Period Sex/Blood Mentioned (nothing graphic) - Reader is not race coded

Words: 743

You were still getting adjusted to your new life with your…‘husband.’

To say things were awkward would be an understatement. Things were downright uncanny. He was very distant, often not even meeting your gaze. When he did look at you, sometimes it felt like he stared a little too intensely.

“What?” you asked him, furrowing your brow in concern. “Are you–”

“You smell different,” he commented, eyes raking over your body.

You felt like you were completely naked, despite having the blankets pulled up nearly to your chin. His hand cupped the swell of your breast beneath the covers, slowly moving down to rest on your lower abdomen. He hummed, rubbing his thumb over the small bit of exposed skin there.

“You feel warmer than usual,” he said quietly, pulling back the comforter.

“Kane, what are you–”

“You’re bleeding,” he mentioned as if it were an unusual occurrence. “Are you hurt?”

You sat up on your elbows and looked down between your legs, groaning and shaking your head,

“No,” you grumbled, for a second more concerned with the fact that your stark white sheets were ruined than with the fact that Kane didn’t know what a period was. “Damn it.”

Kane’s breathing became heavy, the smell of iron filling his nostrils and his arousal growing quickly. He tucked his finger in the waistband of your panties, pulling them off.

“Thanks, but I can take care of it. Why are you acting so weird?” You asked, swatting his hand away.

He pulled his hand back for a second, but then grabbed your arm, pinning it against the mattress as he inspected the space between your legs.

“It’s my period, Kane,” you said, a hint of irritation apparent in your tone. “Happens every month. Causes me to be moody and crampy? I bleed for a week? Ring a bell?”

Kane’s face was concentrated, as if he still didn't understand. His hand rested on your stomach again, and he closed his eyes.

“I can help,” he said after a few silent seconds.

He slid out of his pants, positioning himself between your legs. You put your hands on his chest in protest.

“Kane, that’s not going to help. It’s–”

He slid into your wet heat with a shaky breath, looking down at you with his mouth hung open. You felt it immediately, the relief spread over your whole body. You’d had sex on your period with Kane before, this wasn’t revolutionary, but it felt different. Something about him had changed so much since he’d come back from that expedition.

“Fuck,” you whispered, “oh that’s good.”

Kane knew it was good, he could feel it too. Whenever your bodies were connected he could feel what you needed. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew when he’d touched you that this would help. He rocked his hips at a steady pace, dragging his length against every inch of your fluttering walls.

“Is this helping?” he asked, breaths coming in short and shallow.

“Yes,” you cried out, “yes-Kane-fuck!”

Your words of encouragement spurred him on, making his thick cock twitch inside your hot core. He’d fucked you several times since coming back from the border, but he’d never felt you like this before. Your cunt was so soft, so warm. He squeezed your hip, leaning down to close his mouth over yours in a messy kiss.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, kissing you again.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply, hungrily sliding his tongue past your lips. You moaned into his mouth, hands reaching up to grab onto his thrusting hips. You pulled back to let a breath pass between you both before he was kissing you more.

“Mm, Kane…Kane I’m gonna–fuck!”

Kane’s lips traced across your jawline to your ear.

“Come,” he said, his tone somewhere between begging and a demand.

You arched your back, feeling his cock reach the deepest parts of you before your mouth was hung open, moans filling the room with every wave of your orgasm. You held onto him like a lifeline, toes curling and body going numb for what felt like an eternity. Kane’s body seized, a searing hot gush spilling into your core as he filled you so full that his spend spilled out onto the bedding.

Once the fog in your minds cleared, and your combined heavy breaths slowed, you looked at him, kissing his nose.

“Thank you,” you whispered, sighing contentedly. “I feel so much better.”

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You are my heaven 5 - the end (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

It was supposed to be a little imagine of a dark and lonely Bruce Wayne switching place with another Bruce Wayne from a parallal universe, but I wrote more than I thought. And then you asked for more :)

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Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Warnings: no proof reading, fighting, language, violence, angst/comfort (in a way), pregnant!reader

Things went out of hand pretty quickly. Dick joined you home and saw Bruce speaking with you. He was towering over you. You seemed very uneasy. 

“So you knew”

“That I was with a man who was actually in love with me and taking care of me? Yes”

“I am your husband. Is it how you are loyal to me? No, no, don’t answer. You know what, I understand. I haven’t been the best. But once he’ll be back to his world, I’ll do better. I’ll take care of this child and we’ll be happy again. Don’t you want that?”

You didn’t answer because you realised how obvious the answer was: you were in love with the other version of Bruce, not with the one you actually married. You wished for him to go away, you wanted things back like when he was gone. You didn’t even feel guilty anymore. You were allowed to be happy, your children too. Even Barbara started to enjoy the new Bruce better.

“Don’t you want that?” Bruce repeated, losing it over your lack of answer

Dick walked over and with the way the man greeted him, he knew who it was. The new Bruce was always smiling at him, always grateful to have Dick around. This Bruce was a little bit annoyed, a little bit too cold to feel happy around him. Dick wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you relaxed a little bit.

“Stay away from mom” Dick groaned

“I’m not… For fuck sake, can you all stop acting like if I was the intruder here? I belong here, this is my world, my family, my home!” Bruce was getting angry

“Then start treating us better already” Dick continued

“How fucking dare you?! Without me, you’d be nothing” Bruce started to scream

“And you how fucking dare you talking with that tone in front of a pregnant woman? A woman you said you loved too. But really you never knew anything about that, did you?”

The batfamily had always been pretty protective of you, but it was even worse now you were pregnant. And to Dick, his former father was actually a threat to the family. Because it finally felt like a family and after everything that happened, he didn’t want to lose it.

Everything happened in a blur after that. The “real” Bruce threw a punch at Dick, out of pure anger and despair at being so easily replaced. They started to fight. They had no mercy. Actually, all the anger they always felt toward each other was finally getting free and making them even more ruthless.

Alfred quickly grabbed you and guided you away from the two men, finding you a safe place to lock yourself in until everything would settle down. Alfred wasn’t too sure what to do. He had guessed something happened when his Master started to treat everyone like Alfred always wished he would. For once, he had decided to pretend to not understand. But now, to be fair, he wasn’t recognising the man he raised and he thought that maybe he was gone in this other world. Or maybe he never truly existed. He just wanted them to stop fighting, but he didn’t know how to.

You called your lover, you tried to explain to him what was going on, but you were getting close to a panic attack. 

“It’s alright, my love, it’s alright. I’m on my way. Stay where you are, stay safe. This is all that matters to me. Jason will come find you so you won’t stay on your own, okay? I just need you to breathe in and out. Can you do that? For me? I know you are strong. You are amazing, my love. I just need you to trust me” he smoothly told you, trying to appease you no matter how tense he was himself getting.

But all that mattered was you. Always you.

“I… I trust you” you finally manager to whisper

“Good. Lay down and breathe, my love. I’ll be home soon”

After that, he called Kate for her to deal with the security breach while he was coming back to the manor. On his way, he also called Jason for him to protect you and help you calm down. Jason didn’t ask a question. If his father needed you to look after you, he didn’t need to know anything else.

You heard a car coming by, the front doors getting opened and then more sounds of fighting. You knew that your Bruce had started a war with your former husband. You guessed he asked Dick to leave, because he didn’t want his son to get hurt. Hopefully, Alfred was taking care of Dick now.

You started to cry.

You jumped when you heard a knock at your door. Soon enough, you opened the door to a very worried Jason who locked the door back behind him and settled on the ground by your side. He held you and rocked you, whispered words of reassurance to help you calm down. He hated to see you like that.

When he arrived at the manor, he did his best to follow the instructions he received for once, and to not intervene in the fight between the two Bruces. He was now praying to whoever divinity who might hear him to get rid of the former Bruce. He didn’t want to be in the same world as him again. You both heard the sounds of the fight and it was driving you sick with worry. 

“What if he kills him?” you cried our and Jason shushed you

“He’ll be fine” he whispered

“You haven’t seen the way he was acting. He was so desperate to get his life back here, he promised me things…” you felt like you were going to throw up

“Ma, don’t worry. He may want his life back, but I can tell you that dad is actually very desperate to keep this life as well. And you’re pregnant with his baby. He’ll fight with everything he has” Jason tried to reassure you

Jason was right. The two Bruces were on equal strength, on equal intelligence and on equal despair. They both wanted and needed this good life in this world, but for that, one of them needed to be gone.

Both Bruces had thought of so many plans and different contingencies to take care of the other. They hadn’t really planned on simply fighting the other one. But despair drives everyone crazy and makes them act like animals.

You heard screams of:

“This is my home! I’ll kill you or I’ll send you back to your personal Hell!”

“This is my Heaven and you can’t get it away from me. You didn’t deserve any of this anyways. Even my wife knows it”

“She isn’t yours”

“That’s no what she said. That’s not what the children said.”

“Fuck you”

You had no idea how long it last. Forever, maybe.

“I’m going to get sick” you whispered when a terrible silence engulfed the whole manor.

Then you heard a lot of footsteps. The children arrived and were taking care of things. You jumped when Alfred knocked at the door.

“Mr Jason, Mrs Y/N, the fight is over. You can come out” he told you 

Jason had to help you get up because your legs didn’t want to obey you anymore. You opened the door and Cass helped you walk to the living room with Jason. Everyone was so tense.

“How’s Dick?” you asked Stephanie who walked by

“He is fine, Duke is with him right now, to make sure he is all good” she answered and you felt a little bit better knowing that

Damian was sitting on the ground with Tim. They were both looking at the two Bruce Wayne lying on the floor. One was stabbed, the other one was tasered. They were unconscious. Damian was lost, Tim was trying to take care of the wound. 

“Baraba called Leslie, Alfred is waiting for her” Cass told you before helping you sitting down on a chair

“What are we going to do?” you whispered

“We need to make a choice” Jason told you

After a little while, the whole family was in the room, looking at the two men. The choice was pretty easy to make. 

Your former husband was locked up in an unbreakable room. Leslie took care of him while he was unconscious, and after that only Alfred talked with him. Damian sometimes too, but he never let his father go. Deep down, you knew that this fate was even worse than just killing him. But you couldn’t kill him; you needed to send him back to the other world, because this world didn’t have any Bruce Wayne now and who knew what the consequences could be.

When your lover woke up, he was in his bed. You were sitting next to him, holding his hand in yours. 

“Welcome back, darling” you whispered

“You choose me” he understood, fully relaxing against the mattress

“We choose happiness. Whenever we’ll find out how, we’ll send him back to the other world. For the last time, hopefully”

“I’ll make sure of it” he hummed before kissing your fingers

The man you loved never had any more nightmares about the other Bruce.

And you neither.

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Roll-A-Trope Challenge Masterlist

Y'all the response to this challenge blew me away!! 🥺🥰 We are going to have so many amazing fics to read! 🧡 Check here for all of the character/trope pairings from when people joined.

I'll link each one as they're posted. Under the cut you'll soon find fics for Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dio Morrissey, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Javi Gutierrez, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Nathan Landry, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, and Tim Rockford! And so many amazing tropes!!

Last updated: 3/29/25 | Fic count: 57!

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Dio Morrissey

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Ezra (Prospect)

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Frankie Morales

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 8

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Feels like a lifetime since we've heard from these two jokers XD

Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

CW: Mild Alien spoilers, Swearing, Drinking, IT'S A SLOW BURN BUT IT SIZZLES

WC: 3000+

Part 1 | Masterlist

“C’mere, I wanna show you something.” Jake waves you over from the couch while Bradley searches for microwaveable popcorn in the pantry.

You approach Jake and he pats the spot beside him, his phone in his hand and a huge grin on his face. You take a seat beside him and he holds his phone out so that you can see the screen.

“Watch this,” he says, scrolling up to a video compilation of cat fails.

“Oh my god, not again,” you groan, rolling your eyes.

“No, it’s a good one!” he exclaims excitedly, moving closer to ensure you’re not missing any of the action.

You chuckle when yet another cat flips out at the sight of a cucumber and shake your head. “This is ridiculous.”

“Hang on, I’ve got another one,” he says.

By the time Bradley enters the living room with a bowl of popcorn, you and Jake are dying of laughter on the couch. Bradley grimaces. “You guys are so weird.”

“No, Bradley, you have to see this!” you say, snatching Jake’s phone out of his hand and holding it out to your brother as he sets the bowl down on the coffee table.

Bradley watches the video patiently – albeit with a cringe – and then sighs. “I don’t get it,” he says.

“What’s to get?” Jake cries out as though Bradley has personally offended him.

Bradley gives him an amused look. “Can we watch the movie now?” he asks.

Jake glances over at you sourly. “How does one ‘not get’ cat videos?”

Bradley snorts, planting himself on the other end of the couch. Jake leans over you to reach for the popcorn.

“What are we watching?” you say, trying to ignore the cologne that wafts your way as Jake moves in closer.

“Alien,” Bradley replies with a grin.

You grimace. “I did not consent to this.”

Jake chuckles. “We did not consult with you for a reason.”

You roll your eyes. “Next pick is mine,” you say.

“Deal,” Bradley agrees, hitting Play.

You lean your back into the cushions, mentally preparing yourself for the jump scares, and pull your knees up to your chin, wrapping your arms around your legs. Jake nudges you with his shoulder while the opening credits roll. “You’ll be fine,” he says.

You give him a sour look. “Isn’t that what you said about the haunted house last week?”

His lips spread into a sheepish smirk. “And you lived to tell the tale, didn’t you?”

You turn away to face the television. “Just barely.”

He laughs.

“You two better shut up,” Bradley says just as a spaceship comes into view.

“Nothing’s even happening,” you say.

Bradley gapes at you. “Don’t you dare talk shit about this movie,” he says ominously.

You scoff, gesturing at the screen with your entire arm. “Are you worried you’re going to miss the score?”

Jake glances over at you with a grin. “You’re just looking to make enemies tonight.”

…

It takes some time for you to relax into a comfortable sitting position in between your brother and his best friend. The suspense of the film is making you drive your back further into the couch and your tense muscles are beginning to ache.

When you place your hand too close to Jake’s on the cushion, you jerk it away immediately, without even looking at him. But a few moments later, you feel the brush of his knuckle against your pinky finger. You keep your hand still this time, wondering if he’s touched you on purpose. You’re so focused on the contact that you’re barely registering what’s happening onscreen. You don’t even flinch when Kane is suddenly attacked by a slimy facehugger. Bradley, on the other hand, jumps a foot off the couch and yelps with excitement.

“You’ve seen this before, right?” you say, eyeing your brother with a small smirk.

He responds by tossing a handful of popcorn at you while Jake chuckles quietly to your right. When Bradley returns his attention to the screen, Jake grazes a couple of fingers over your hand and your heart leaps into your throat.

Jake Seresin is stroking your hand.

Well, at the very least he stroked it once, very lightly, almost imperceptibly, as though trying to determine if you might mind. But it was done with intention, of that you are certain. So, you move your fingers slightly, responding to his touch, but you don’t dare look in his direction.

Satisfied that you’re a willing participant, Jake slowly slides his hand over yours, and you suppress a shiver from the series of electric shocks that set your nerve-endings ablaze. His fingers slip between yours and his thumb skims the side of your hand, softly at first, tentatively. But as your hand reacts to his touch, lifting slightly off the couch, his thumb moves more confidently, his fingers drifting across your palm before he takes your hand in his. Meanwhile, you nearly pass out from the obscene pleasure this brings.

You have absolutely no idea what’s happening in the movie and you sincerely hope that Bradley doesn’t feel like discussing it in detail once it’s over.

“Fuck!” Bradley exclaims suddenly, making you jolt and pull your hand out of Jake’s grasp and into your lap. “We’re out of popcorn,” he says, getting up from the couch. He flicks the lights on on his way back into the kitchen.

You gulp uneasily, staring at the paused frame on the screen. You’re not sure if Jake is looking at you, but you’re too chickenshit to check. And then your phone buzzes on the coffee table.

You leave the room to answer it, because it’s the cute guy from your Intro to Psych course that asked for your number the previous week, and you really don’t want to be talking to him in the presence of the cute guy that’s been holding your hand on the couch for the better part of the evening.

When you return, Bradley’s back in the living room. As soon as you enter, he asks, “Who was that?”

“Mind your own business,” you respond and Bradley shakes his head, smirking.

Meanwhile, Jake is fiddling with a loose thread on the couch, completely ignoring you.

You lower yourself back onto the couch and say, “If you must know, it’s a friend from school. He’s putting together a study group and asked if I wanted to join.”

Jake looks up at you sharply. “Does that group consist of more than two people?” he asks pointedly.

You give him a flat look. “Does that matter?” you say, mildly annoyed at his insinuation.

“Basically, it’s a date,” Jake says, visibly displeased.

You roll your eyes. “He wants to study.”

Bradley snorts. “Yeah, right. Like I used to study with Martha, right Jake?”

Jake looks like he might throw up.

Bradley settles in his seat and says, “We finishing this movie or what?”

Jake rises from the couch. “I’ve uh, got an early morning,” he says.

Bradley lifts an eyebrow. “Dude, we’re literally going to the same place at the same time.”

Jake sighs impatiently. “And it’s early, is it not?”

Bradley looks down at the fresh bowl of popcorn in his lap with a scowl. “You could’ve said something sooner.”

“Sorry, bro,” Jake says. He turns to nod at you. “See ya, Baby B.”

You want to talk to him – you need to talk to him. He was literally holding your hand not five minutes ago. The Jake Seresin – the guy you’ve been crushing on since forever – your brother’s best friend – the dude who’s been with every female within a ten-mile radius – has suddenly shown interest in you. You cringe to yourself; perhaps he’s exhausted all other options. This unsettling thought nestles into your brain just as Jake starts for the door and you decide that, perhaps, you shouldn’t talk about it at all. Jake is, without a doubt, the opposite of boyfriend material. And, as much as you would love to finally have him, being just another notch on his belt would only bring you misery – and destroy your friendship.

So, you glance over at your brother with a sigh and say, “I’ll finish the movie with you, bro.”

Bradley grins widely and reaches for the remote.

…

The following evening is a Friday and Bradley insists on dragging you and Jake out to the club so that he could meet up with a new friend. You don’t mind dancing, but you do mind the obvious rift between you and Jake after the events of the previous evening.

Jake keeps about three feet of distance between the two of you at all times, and barely speaks a word to you directly. When Bradley goes off with his girl, you and Jake remain awkwardly in place, not even remotely moving to the blaring music.

“Drink?” he finally says, glancing up at you warily.

You shrug. “Why not?”

He leads the way to the bar through the crowded club, only occasionally looking over his shoulder to check that you’re still behind him. You trail him grudgingly, not at all eager to spend the next several hours in silence while Jake works up the nerve to clear the air. Obviously, the hand-holding was a mistake; both of you are aware of that fact. And, clearly, if something as trivial as that is having an impact on your relationship, anything less tame is unequivocally out of the question.

You lean into the bar, waiting for one of the bartenders to take your order. You steal a glance at Jake, but he’s not looking at you at all. He nods at a female bartender, and she comes to your side of the bar immediately. You roll your eyes when he gives her a smile.

“Two tequila shots, please,” he says.

You grimace. “No, thank you,” you say, holding a hand to your stomach as you recall the night you nearly died.

Jake looks over at you curiously. “I thought we were drinking,” he says.

“I will never have tequila again as long as I live,” you respond.

Jake smirks slightly and turns back to the bartender. “Fine, one tequila and whatever the lady wants.”

The lady. You nearly choke on air. “Vodka, please,” you say to the bartender. “If we’re doing shots.”

“We’re doing shots,” Jake confirms, shooting the bartender a dazzling grin.

When she leaves, Jake turns to face you with a sheepish smirk. “We’re gonna get good and drunk, sugar.”

You give him a tight smile. “My favorite pastime,” you respond wryly.

Jake chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re such a dork.”

You gaze at him nonchalantly. “Takes one to know one,” you say matter-of-factly.

Jake laughs briefly and then glances over his shoulder, looking for the bartender. The short-lived momentum in your conversation has evidently come to grinding halt and the two of you are right back to an uncomfortable silence.

The drinks arrive shortly after and Jake hands you a shot. “Bottoms up, peach,” he says.

You bring the vodka to your lips and down the shot, hoping the alcohol might make the evening more bearable.

Jake eyes you carefully as you set down your empty glass. “One more?” he asks.

You glance at him uneasily. While getting hammered with Jake isn’t the worst way to spend a Friday night – in fact, it’s something you would have killed for a couple of months ago – you know that it’ll just end up perpetuating your ridiculous crush, no matter how much Jake seems to regret the events of the previous evening. “I think I’ll go dance,” you say, drifting away from the counter slowly.

Jake nods as you slip into the crowd. “Have fun!” he calls after you as you disappear amidst a sea of moving bodies.

You squeeze your way through the crowd toward the center of the club, where it’s most dense, and feel your tense muscles finally start to relax. You sway to the beat, moving your hips and lifting your arms as you lose yourself in song after song. You don’t need Jake to have fun, you’ve got guys making eyes at you from all directions.

You smile back at a particularly handsome one who catches your eye because his shirt is partially unbuttoned, and his chest is toned and glistening under the flashing lights. He approaches you confidently, showing off his dance moves as he nears. You laugh and bite your bottom lip, holding his gaze seductively. Jake has likely already found someone to take home with him, so why shouldn’t you let loose and have a good time?

Once he’s closer, you realize how tall he is, which only makes him hotter. You always loved that about Jake, too: that you have to stand on the tips of your toes just to hug him without smacking your face into his shoulder. You blink a couple of times, trying to rid your mind of Jake, who’s probably already making out in a cab back to his place.

The guy who’s dancing with you takes you by the waist, pulling you against his hips. You’re quite fond of his cheeky smile so you don’t resist. You can totally see Jake being this brazen with a random girl he meets at a club. For once, you get to be the girl – even if it isn’t with Jake.

You snake your hands behind his neck but, before your fingers meet, someone jumps out of the crowd shouting “HEY! HEY! HEY!” You try to figure out what’s happening in the darkness as an arm slides in between your bodies, prying you apart.

“Jake?” You blink, still trying to make him out in the swirling beams of light as he hooks his arm around your stomach and nearly lifts you off the ground to move you away.

You’re still in shock as he rounds on the guy who was dancing with you, towering over him somehow ever though they appear to be the same height. He’s yelling something indiscernible because the music is too loud for you to hear anyone not directly facing you, but, whatever it is, it’s enough to make your hot guy raise his arms in surprise and back away.

The crowd separates to accommodate the altercation but you don’t wait around to see how far Jake will go. As soon as you realize what’s happening, you jump forward to grab Jake’s arm and pull him away.

Jake resists at first but, when you drive both your hands into his abdomen and push, he submits, taking several steps back and letting your suitor escape into the crowd.

“What the actual fuck, Jake?” you shriek, giving him an extra shove.

The space around the two of you condenses as people start to fill in the gaps on the open floor, and the two of you end up being jostled a bit by the crowd. “He was touching you!” Jake yells as you’re thrown into his chest by an overly enthusiastic dancer behind you.

“So?” you yelp as Jake catches you before your face can crash into his solid chest.

“Inappropriately!” Jake clarifies in outrage.

You give him an astounded grimace. “I’m an adult, Jake!” you shout. “I happen to like being touched inappropriately.”

Jake stares at you in horror, his hands still firmly gripping your arms. The crowd continues to push and shove, swaying the two of you this way and that but mostly into each other.

You gulp anxiously as he continues to study you, an angry swarm of butterflies suddenly assailing your insides so mercilessly you can hardly feel your legs. Jake isn’t taking his eyes off you despite all the knocking around by the crowd, and you wish, in that moment, that you could read his mind, because you really can’t afford to misinterpret his actions.

Jake creases his eyebrows, as if, he too, is desperately trying to read you. Neither of you is dancing despite the driving beat of the music. If not for the occasional bump, you would be standing completely still.

Although you haven’t moved an inch and, presumably, neither has Jake, you feel as though you’ve gradually been getting closer. Slowly, Jake’s hold on your arms relaxes and his hands drift upward to your shoulders.

Your chest feels absolutely weightless as you draw in breath after breath, as Jake’s fingertips trail slowly up the sides of your neck, as you lift your face closer and closer to his. You stare at him mutely as his hands drift up to cradle your face, and fight to keep from gasping as his thumbs slide slowly across your cheeks.

You feel a soft tug as he pulls you in and you stretch your neck out to reach him at the same time as he stoops lower to meet you in the middle. And you’re about to have the most exquisite kiss of your life when someone blows into you from the side, nearly knocking you right off your already wobbly legs.

Jake’s reaction speed is about fifteen times faster than yours and he’s able to catch you before you faceplant onto the sticky club floor.

“You okay?” he asks in alarm as you groan, still doubled over from the impact.

As soon as you straighten your back and give Jake a weak smile, you see your brother appear over Jake’s shoulder.

“There you guys are!” Bradley exclaims, patting Jake on the back. “Having a good time?”

Jake looks over at Bradley with an uneasy expression, his hands promptly dropping from your shoulders. “We’re having a blast,” he replies loudly, over the blaring music.

Bradley holds up both of his thumbs. “Excellent! Ready to head out?”

Jake glances at you briefly and then nods at Bradley. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Bradley eyes you suspiciously. “You good?”

You blink between him and Jake and then shrug with a tight smile. “Great,” you say. “Lead the way.”

Once Bradley walks ahead, you glance nervously at Jake. He’s watching you grimly, clearly unhappy about something. He shuts his eyes tightly and rubs at them vigorously with his thumb and index finger. Finally, he looks back at you apologetically and nods toward the exit. “Let’s go,” is all he says.

You don’t bother arguing and start after your brother with Jake on your heels. The moment you step outside, he’s back to standing three feet away.

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Homecoming

Shimmer!Kane x f!reader

Something small. :)

Summary: Kane came back from his special operation but something was off with him.

Content: Some comfort, NSFW, smut, oral (fem! receiving), also I will add foreshadowing.

Kane has been away for months now, you could still remember all the times you two talked about it.

You didn't wanted him to go, what if something bad would happen to him?

You miss him so much.

Everyday, atleast once you two did a phone call or facetime to see and hear eachother.

Kane did miss you just as much as you missed him, perhaps even more than you did.

But Kane's phone calls have stopped a few days ago and you were scared if something has happened to him.

Since then, you had trouble falling asleep, your mind was pre-occupied with Kane.

-

Another night sleeping without your Kane. This time your sleep was deeper than most times.

Deep in slumber, you started feeling a small tingling sensation on your shoulder. It felt too real to be a dream. The tingling had creeped its way towards the crook of your neck, causing you to smile and stir out of sleep.

After opening your sleepy eyes, you were met with familiar brown ones, his face was neutral but he had a faint smile on his face. Immediately you started smiling, realizing he's real.

"Kane?"

His smile widened slightly. "Hey, beauty."

Unable to contain your excitement, you sat up and hugged him tightly.

"Kane I missed you so freaking much!"

"Missed you more, it was unbearable without you out there." His arms came around you, his warm hands slowly traveled up your back.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you noticed something on your bedside table - Orange juice.

Kane noticed you eyeing the Orange juice.

"I know you like it, so I thought I bring it to you once I would return."

You smile, "Kane," you pulled back "please, you returning was the only thing I wished for."

"Missed your lovely Kane so much, hm?" He hummed, rubbing your back soothingly.

You chuckle. "Of course I did."

He smiled. "I knew you would."

Kane gently pulled away to stand up. "I'll go get myself something to drink, okay?"

Without waiting for your answer, he left.

Without thinking nothing too much about it, you went for the kitchen too after a minute, spotting Kane at the dining table with a glass of water.

When Kane noticed you, there was a very faint, yellow-ish glimmer in his eyes, which you thought nothing about it given the late time in the middle of the night.

Sitting down beside him, resting your cheek on his shoulder and wrapping one arm around him, you were just glad Kane was back.

"Did everything end up as planned?" you couldn't help but ask.

His fingers around the glass tightened slightly but relaxed just as quickly. "Yeah... it went surprisingly well..." he drawled.

"Nothing too dangerous or complicated?"

"There were some, let's say... things you wouldn't normally see." he said calmly, but there was some tension behind it.

"Top secret stuff?" you smiled.

He chuckled softly. "Well, if you want to call it that, then yes."

Kane wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side. "What do you say, wanna go back to bed? I just missed you so much you can't believe it."

With a nod, you got up, Kane following you back to the bedroom. Once there, you slipped back under the covers while Kane got undressed.

"Since you couldn't bear me being away for so long, how about we catch up?" He smiled, moving ontop of you.

"Aren't you supposed to be tired?" you chuckle.

"How could I be tired when I know my sweet girl is waiting for me to come back after months of only having herself?" Kane grins, moving lower, gently pulling your panties off and spreading your thighs.

"Kane, you don't have to, really." your breath hitched slightly.

"But I want to." he insisted, his hand moving to your folds, running a finger through them, his thumb moved to rub your clit slowly.

He shoved two fingers inside, scissoring them just right to drive you crazy. Kane watched you gasping and moaning, then dipped in, his tongue flicking your clit, enjoying the sounds you're making.

Kane's tongue slipped past your folds, into your leaking pussy, thrusting gently before slipping out again, licking all the way through your folds, which had you gripping the sheets impossibly hard.

"Does that feel good babe, hm? Do I make you feel good?"

Your eyes met his, which had curiosity in them but were filled with lust.

There was that fain glimmer in his eyes again but this time it was slightly stronger, blue with a shade of green, it looked like it was very slowly moving in his Iris.

Kane smiled.

"I love seeing you like that, sweetie. I wanna keep it that way as long as possible. So beautiful."

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All The Same

Shimmer!Kane x afab!Reader and Kane x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals  Masterlist • ao3• want to be tagged1041? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Warnings: P in v sex, loss of a partner, grief, multiple orgasms, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 890

You remember the night before Kane left. The morning he walked out of the door. Minute details like they were etched behind your eyes. 

You can practically play it out down to the second. However, part of you starts to doubt it over time, mistrust your own memory. Had it warped in the countless times you’d replayed it? Had it faded and blurred like an old tape? Had you exaggerated the movements, the tone of his voice, the feel of his skin as a way to coupe? A way to survive without him? 

His smile stared at you from behind glass, trapped in photos in frames and pixelated screens. His scent had long since faded from his side of the bed. Disappeared from his clothes as you clung to them and cried. 

Slowly the shadows of him faded from your home, no matter how hard you tried to hold onto them. Displaced and replaced by you as you moved and lived and breathed. Slipping through your fingers like sand but leaving the smallest grains to embed in your skin and sting at the strangest moments. Leaving you with no reprieve. 

He was gone. Missing in action. Presumed dead.

Presumed.

That word had rattled around your head. Echoed and smashed into the sides of your skull like a caged animal.

Presumed. Presumed. Presumed.

That meant they weren’t sure. That meant there was hope. 

Pandora’s box open and nothing left but that. The last plague to haunt your mind. To sink in its claws, slowly. And let you bleed out over time. 

Until there was nothing left. 

So when you saw him, standing and staring at you with calm eyes in your living room you were sure for one horrifying moment, that you were dead or dying. 

It was the only thing that made sense. 

But he was solid when you touched him, warm skin with the same pattern of scars you were used to. The same scattering of freckles and marks.

His voice was the same, the same pattern of speech, the same rise and fall of his syllables, even if he was quieter now. Taking his time with each word instead of the fluid rush that used to pour out. 

His heartbeat drummed under your fingers when you pressed your hand to his chest. His pupils dilated when you leaned closer to him. 

He smelt the same. Almost. 

Him. And him and him and something else just underneath. Something wet. Like dirt. Like rain. Like rotting leaves. Like blood. 

Ignore it.

Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it.

He was back. Even though he couldn’t tell you how.

Ignore it.

He was back. Even though he looked at you differently.

Ignore it.

He was back. Even though he wasn-

Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it.Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it.

When he kissed you it was greedy. Demanding. No longer the drawn out teasing of before, the light touches and chuckles at your expression when he pulled back. 

Now it was beseeching. Desperate. Almost painful in his need for you. 

You break the kiss, managing to get a fraction of space between you to speak. “Kane-”

You don’t finish the sentence, the thought. 

The way he looks at you is wrong. 

Like this is the first time he’s heard his own name. 

Ignore it.

You can’t.

Ignore it.

You have to.

You barely make it to the bedroom, both of your clothing littering the path you took up the stairs and along the hall. 

His skin feels the same under your hands. His mouth latches onto the sweet spot just below your ear like he always did. 

He sounds the same, but quieter. His soft moans and sighs. But his grip is harder, needy. As if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold you close. 

He pushes inside slowly. Pausing to watch your face, such a juxtaposition from his frenzied rush. He stretches you the same, sends waves of pleasure rolling along your muscles as he thrusts and kisses, as he pinches and squeezes and soothes. 

Every time you move under him he gasps, his eyes wide as if he expects you to object, to reject. 

Every kiss you press to his skin has him groaning, his hips stuttering. The way your fingers dig into his back makes him sob in bliss, his eyes flutter closed no matter how hard he tries to keep them open. 

Your name falls from his lips with every breath, wretched and wanting. Yearning for every single part of you, every piece of yourself that you’ll share. 

He doesn’t stop when you come once. Or twice. Or thrice. Revelling in each orgasm as if it was his own and pushing you headlong into another until you can’t keep count.

You know he’s not the same. 

You know. 

How could you not? 

He’s not Kane, not the one from before. But he’s still yours all the same. 

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CHEERFUL OBLIVION - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Summary: Your duty is to watch her 'till Chton comes for her, even if you hate it, but do you really hate it? Especially when you start to get to know Wanda. The bond begins to torment you. But, oh Lord, you've never been so in love. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter fivechapter six

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ tw: angst, fluff, angst with a happy ending. ㅤ

Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

Florence + The Machine - Mermaids

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ㅤㅤ ㅤ Six thousand years ago, after the beginning, there was a malevolent and ancient demon that plagued the face of the earth for a long time.

Chthon, one of the most powerful deities among the demons as he was one of the firsts to exist, managed to maintain control until he was banished. Unwilling to give up power, created a castle on top of Wundagore Mountain, carving his dark magic into the walls with evil spells prophesying the existence of a sorceress. The most powerful being, the Scarlet Witch, who would end up freeing him from his eternal exile.

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Chton was gone, but his followers remained over time, as did his sacred book: ‘The Darkhold’.

Demons roamed the earth, but not as everyone thought.

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1999 NOVI GRAD

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The sound of gunshots echoed,  stinging and destructive; soldiers on one side and rebels on the other shooting and falling to the ground. The fire in the streets, terror had an exquisite scent for beings like her.

Civilians hid to avoid being caught in the firefights, trying to live as normal a life as possible in what they believed in was hell.

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Suddenly, the gunshots stopped, exposing the sound of those combat boots against the dusty ground.  That woman came out of that dark alley, there was no fear in those deep eyes. Her hair and clothes were immaculate, there were no traces of gunpowder on that leather jacket, nor dust on her perfect hair.

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Sighing, Y/N walked towards that street but in matter of seconds she appeared on the terrace of a building. Seemed that they would soon fall apart, the dim lights just showed the power would go out soon.

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Oh, she hated those places and at the same time she loved them. Chaos always had an exquisite flavor.

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But Y/N just smiled, her eyes changing color to a yellowish tone. Her pupils were vertical, like those of a cat or a snake.Those were her true eyes. She was a demon, of course, and not a very young one.

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“What a turmoil, huh?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “The US Air Force will launch the bombing soon…” someone said behind her, watching as the planes hovered over the city.   A sensual and deep female voice. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

A red-haired woman stood next to her, watching that beautiful city be devoured by fire and violence. It was scary, but for them, it was perfect. Chaos was something they needed, they fed on it. It was no coincidence that she and a demon like Abaddon were there.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Abaddon was a demon of a much higher rank, more dangerous, and much more loyal to Chton, for a reason she was his second.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Why have you summoned me here? Lots of work?” Y/N tilted her head, watching the redhead. She looked like a sharp-tongued woman. “I mean, this place looks really bad and it’s kinda my specialty, but I'm a little busy with a war between-.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Leviathan.” Abaddon said her name, making Y/N stop. That was her real name, not Y/N. Although Y/N was the one she chose to feel part of the… world.Names had power and Y/N knew that if Abaddon said it, she had power over her.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “She’s here.” The voice and the way Abaddon said it made her blood run cold. Y/N frowned at her, that could only mean one thing and it was impossible. Millennia waiting for that moment, so much so that now it seems so distant and impossible.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Who?” She played that game, naivety, and she was so good at it. A nearby explosion caused the ground to shake, but neither of them flinched. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Who Chton has been waiting so long for.” Abaddon smiled proudly, finally happy to say those words.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “The Scarlet Witch.” Y/N gasped, couldn't believe that was true. “But…” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Although that was good news for any demon from the depths of hell, Y/N didn't seem to think the same.

That meant the end of a world she became accustomed to, the end of comforts, the end of hedonism. Goodbye New York Pizza, goodbye to the sunsets in the Maldives, goodbye to good movies and good music.

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Despite that, Y/N tried to fake her best mischievous smile. “Are you sure?”

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“Yes… Thanks to you, we found the place where the Darkhold was buried, and now... You need to take care of it.”  Abaddon pointed towards one of the buildings in front of them, through the window you could see an adorable woman lying on an old sofa, with her two little ones. “That’s her.”

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“The woman?” Y/N asked curiously, tilting her head. Her hair was brown, had a charming smile and big eyes although you couldn't distinguish their color. A happy look despite the tragedy surrounding her family.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “No.” Abaddon rolled her eyes and pointed at the little girl, cuddling next to her mom. “The girl.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ But Y/N took a moment before speaking, her brow furrowed in confusion, she took a better look at the little girl.

Without a doubt, she had an undeniable resemblance to her mother.

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“But she’s a kid.” Y/N mumbled, somewhat confused. “They’re children.” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“Yes, and?...” Abaddon raised an eyebrow, already more annoyed than she expected.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ After a few seconds, Y/N just wrinkled her nose and shook her head.  “Yeah, no, I don’t mess with the tiny ones.” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Surprised by her rejection, the higher demon turned to see Y/N, who was still looking at the little girl curiously. How come something so powerful was so small and insignificant?

Abbadon could tell a hint of pity, perhaps sympathy, something that shouldn't have been there but Y/N had always been a pain in the ass. Y/N had spent more time with humans than she had in hell.

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“Your job is to do what Chton ordered you to do.” The redhead growled, showing those terrifying red eyes. Abaddon was superior to Y/N, just because Y/N had screwed up a few times.

The truth is, Y/N didn't want to be a 'demon', like it was a big deal.

She always repeated over and over again that she was only there because of a mistake, Y/N -or Leviathan-  didn't mean to fall, was a high-ranking angel, she just hung around the wrong people... wrong time! ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Therefore, she has always been a ‘bad’ demon. Cruel sometimes but morally decent. And the children, well, it was something she was never going to be able to understand. She would never attack children. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “But they’re kids-”   This time, she seemed more confident in her words. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Fed up with her rambling and babbling, Abaddon quickly cut her off. “We don't need you to kill her, just... make sure her destiny continues as it should be. Watch her, do not intervene.”

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“And I’m not a fucking guardian angel or something, I fell for something- ”  Y/N growled.

ㅤㅤ “Do as you're told.” Through her teeth, Abaddon grabbed the collar of Y/N’s shirt, showing  why she was superior now. She was much more aggressive and volatile.  “We're not playing… he’s not playing.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

After a few tense moments, Abaddon released her and took a few steps back. Annoyed, Y/N simply sighed and shook her head.

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“Take it as a promotion for such good work on your… what do humans call it? Red Room.” Abaddon hissed with an evil smile before completely disappearing from that place.

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Sighing, Y/N stared at that place, knowing that it wouldn't last long if Chton needed that girl to exploit her potential. Three hours later, she witnesses a missile destroying Wanda Maximoff's home, beginning the chaos and pain in the girl’s life.

2014 HYDRA Research Base

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“Hail Hydra!” One of the soldiers yelled, stepping aside, letting the woman in. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The cold, musty dark walls of the place seemed depressing to Y/N, her combat boots echoed down that hallway until she reached that horrible man's office.

She had known this man for fifteen years and there wasn't even a moment where she didn't want to rip his head off. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Hail Hydra.” Baron Von Strucker said quickly, but Y/N didn't return that greeting.

Y/N wasn't interested in having any kind of contact with Hydra, especially with the ‘leftovers’, but right now it was a necessary evil. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“We found two volunteers for the tests, as you said… I must say that the results have been extraordinary.” Strucker smiled brightly, more than the demon expected.

Y/N frowned, walking through the office until she reached the window, a beautiful view of the lake and the forests of Sokovia. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I know.” The woman murmured somewhat thoughtfully. “How is she?”  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ She didn’t expect Wanda and Pietro to seek refuge in Hydra, but the girl's resentment grew more and more. Something Chton and Abaddon believed was essential, Y/N had never taken the time to know or care about Wanda either. Despite knowing the girl for fifteen years, she had always been distant, fearing 'closeness' or as Abaddon would say: 'attachment'. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“How do you know it's a 'she'?”  Von Strucker asked, raising an eyebrow, quite confused. No one but him and some soldiers knew that they were twin brothers, a boy and a girl. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

But Y/N's glare made him reconsider his words. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I know everything, don't forget who has helped you all these years. I am your superior, I am your god.” she said through clenched teeth. Suddenly, those human eyes changed to yellowish serpent eyes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

But before Y/N could say anything, a screeching sound and the red lights indicated the alarms were activated, they were being attacked.

The Avengers crossed the walls that surrounded the castle, ready to take back Loki's scepter.  ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Growling in annoyance, Y/N walked towards the door. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Attack the city, split them up.” Y/N said to Strucker  before disappearing from that place. She needed to look for Wanda, needed to get her out of that place before the avengers found her but an empty room answered everything the demon needed to know.

Screaming in frustration, the demon disappeared from the scene. How could she have lost her?

“How did you lose her?!” Abaddon shouted, violently approaching to Y/N.  Her face was as red as her hair, and her eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets soon. There were very few times that Y/N had seen Abaddon like that. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Both were in an office in one of the tallest buildings in New York, close to the Avengers Tower.

It was no surprise that a demon like Abaddon had a firm like ‘Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz’ in her hands. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N squeezed her fists preventing herself from exploding. She didn't like being reprimanded by Abaddon at all, much less in front of other demons.

Things in Sokovia had gotten out of control.

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Wanda and Pietro escaped, first manipulated by Ultron and then by the fucking Avengers. As a result, Pietro died in Sokovia trying to save the world. That would have been great if it served its purpose, but it didn't.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “She lost her twin brother in that battle, her potential has not been unleashed yet.... but is there, I know is in there.” Y/N was quick to say, then clenched her jaw. Abaddon was about  to lose it until she heard the last thing.  “The Avengers took her, she's with S.H.I.E.L.D. now.”

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Those words managed to appease the redhead's anger, who sat back down in her huge chair. Some of the demons around her whispered a few things, good or bad, but good enough for Y/N to stay alive.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Go with those 'Avengers' or whatever. Do what you must, don't let her out of your sight.” The fierce-eyed woman said, raising an eyebrow. “Chthon will destroy you if you don't, he needs the girl alive.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Clenching her jaw, Y/N just nodded.

She decided to turn on her heels and walk towards the door but the war spirit inside couldn't leave it just like that.

Why? She spent fifteen years making sure that stupid girl was suffering to fulfill her own destiny. Through suffering, Wanda Maximoff would transform into the Scarlet Witch, taking on the mantle that belonged to her.

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Should she keep doing it now? Even more? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“If she's so powerful, why should I take care of her? I’m not a fucking angel anymore.” Y/N complained, looking at Abaddon one last time. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The demons around them closed their eyes in suffering, they knew that later they would have to suffer and endure Abaddon's wrath because of Y/N. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Just do as I say, Leviathan!” Abaddon hissed through those white teeth and then glanced out of the corner of her eye at one of the demons. It was a woman with black hair and brown eyes like a puppy. She was wearing a white shirt buttoned all the way. Her black hair was tied in a tight ponytail. Looked like a secretary or something like that. “And take this useless spawn with you. I'm sick of her.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Sighing, Y/N just shook her head and left the office, quickly followed by that girl.

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“Stolas… what did you do now?!” Y/N asked, pressing the elevator button, noticing how the brunette next to her finally untied the collar of that perfectly ironed shirt. Y/N knew that if Abaddon kicked her out was because she was fed up with Stolas, a rather young and troublesome demon. Had some important hierarchical level, but not as high as Abaddon or herself. She this big problem called: being naive.  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Stolas was going to speak but Y/N stopped her. “You know what? I don't wanna know.”

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Once both entered the elevator, they remained silent until Stolas couldn't take it anymore and blurted out everything. “I fucked up in the Red Room, big time.”

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“I told you I didn't want to know!” Y/N growled and then shook her head, thinking that maybe now with Stolas it would be a lot harder. After a few seconds, the elevator reached the ground floor but before they got out, the brunette turned to look at her.

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“Lev?” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

At that 'nickname', Y/N turned to look at her and noticed the concern in those brown eyes.

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“You don't want to disappoint him again.”

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And those words chilled Y/N’s blood, not just because of the way Stolas said it, with so much fear. But because they both knew that disappointing Chton was a direct ticket to nothing, to the abyss, to be thrown into a black hole never to come out again.  That was much worse than hell.

If that sounded bad, betraying or disappointing him was much worse. Frowning, she just shook her head. “I won’t.”

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“Thank you for this, Ma'am. You won't regret it.” Y/N said with a kind smile. She was wearing a dark combat suit, typical of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

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After the fiasco in Sokovia, Y/N used her tricks to stay on S.H.I.E.L.D as an agent. She couldn't just walk in and take Wanda away like it was nothing, it would alert the Avengers and the demon didn't have time to unleash chaos like that.

She needed to be sneaky, and passing as an agent and keeping an eye on the Sokovian was the best idea in mind. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“After what I've been told about how you've performed in Sokovia, I know you'll do very well here.” Maria Hill smiled and shook her hand.

Maria was an excellent agent, but she could not overcome a demon’s manipulation. 

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After half an hour talking about the job they would have at the Compound, that of course working with Avengers was much harder. The missions were much more complex, dangerous, many times with risk of losing their lives and it was a responsibility that they had to assume, if they wanted to be there.

She also explained to Y/N and Stolas that their superior, Natasha Romanoff, would look for them later to meet them.

After five more minutes, both left Hill's office walking through the hallways, greeting some agents who passed by them.

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“So… What’s your name?” Stolas asked curiously. “Your human name, I mean.” ㅤㅤㅤ

“The same as always, I get confused if I change it too much.” Y/N wrinkled her nose and then held out her ID. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Stolas read slowly and then handed back the ID. “Cool name.”

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“I've been using it for so long that I already forgot mine.”  Y/N shrugged as they left the elevator and walked towards the room they would both share.

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“It’s Leviathan.” Stolas said quickly and in an overly naïve manner, causing Y/N to let out a confused giggle.

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“... It was a joke.”

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“Oh.” The brunette nodded slowly, surprised. Of course this was all new to her, she had some 'jobs' on Earth but not much to socialize with humans. After a few seconds she took out her ID and showed it to Y/N proudly. “I’ll be Julia Hale. I’m an agent.”

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Y/N watched with curiosity as the girl smiled seeing the ID and then put it in her pocket. “Why are you so excited? We're supposed to hate them, you should hate this like you all demons do.”

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“Well, I haven't been around here much...” Jules shrugged.  “We're supposed to use them, I'm more excited to experience new things and I like to hurt them sometimes over there, in hell. Working with Abaddon was… awful and boring. Mostly awful, so this is better.”

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But Y/N just listened to everything carefully, noticing that she was telling the truth. In a way she thought that perhaps Abaddon sent Stolas to spy on her, but Stolas - or 'Jules' now - was telling the truth. Abaddon just wanted to get rid of her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Once they finally arrived at the training area, both walked through the gym, approaching a more private training area where only the Avengers and some agents close to the group trained.

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In the distance, you could see how a brunette and a redhead battled in a ring to maintain control but the widow defeated the sokovian easily.

Y/N tilted her head, noticing that Wanda didn't seem bothered by hitting the mat again and again, but rather tired, staring blankly waiting for it to finish.

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"That's our best weapon?" Jules frowned looking at Wanda.

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“That one is interesting.”  Y/N referred to Natasha.

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The woman was very skilled, fast, and of course even if Wanda tried hard, she would never make the widow fall without powers. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“The Black Widow. Dangerous. One of the best weapons in the Red Room for a long time…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Come on. Jab, Wanda!” Y/N muttered under her breath, trying to encourage her 'protege' but once again, Natasha ended up making Wanda fall. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The demon just shook herhead, how was it possible that that girl ended up being the Scarlet Witch? She could barely stand up. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“At least she’s pretty.” Jules mumbled, breaking Y/N out of her thoughts.

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“You shouldn't think that.” Y/N frowned.

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But the brunette just shrugged. “Come on… Like you never fucked humans.”

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“I did, but I don't worship them, I just use them.”  As if she was seriously offended, Y/N just grunted and rolled her eyes.

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“I just said she's pretty... it's not like you thought that too.” Jules rolled her eyes too. She didn't know why there was such a scandal in liking a ‘human’, without a doubt seeing them was better than some infernal beast in the depths of the darkness. “Anyway, that's all we can do, she’s Chton’s pet.”

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Y/N didn't say anything, just stayed silent as they watched the blonde and brunette fight one more time.

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Wanda just sat far away so she could drink some water, but although the demon thought it must be tiredness, the sokovian seemed down. You could tell in her aura, something wasn't right about her at all and it stirred something in Y/N, something she couldn't identify.

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“Do you already know what will happen to her?”Jules asked curiously, watching Y/N who kept her gaze fixed on the sokovian.  “... that makes her... You know, change?”

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“No one knows... I thought it would be Pietro's death, but apparently it's something more devastating.” Y/N sighed. “Just that it will be painful enough to break her whole world.”  

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Although she didn't know it, those words would weigh heavily in the future. As if it were a revelation. Wanda got up again but this time she walked away from the gym.

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“Who’s the golden retriever?” Y/N asked as she watched the brunette fall to the mat once again, the blonde seeming to be winning once again.

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The blonde raised her ice-cold gaze and collided with Y/N's for a moment, like she knew something wasn't right, until returning to Kate it softened.

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“Kate Bishop… and Yelena Belova, she is the widow’s sister.”

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“Mh… interesting. Maybe we should start there, Kate looks like a weak point and desperate for a friend.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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That day passed slowly, first day at the Compound had been quite tiring. As if interviews with Maria Hill weren't stressful enough, briefings between Avengers were worse. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Do we really have to do this?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Yes. We have to.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The sun finally hid behind the huge treetops that surrounded the place. 

Y/N and Jules were returning from a long training session, and although they had much higher stamina than a human being or a superhuman, it was quite boring doing things that you could easily overcome as a demon.

Once they reached the rooms, they bumped into a redhead who was waiting outside with crossed arms. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“You must be the newbies.” With a smug smile, Natasha greeted them both.  “Shame I wasn't at your training today, but someone told me you both are deadly.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N didn't say anything, she knew that if she drew too much attention it could complicate things. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I spoke with Maria and now you both will work with us-” 

ㅤㅤㅤ Before Y/N could say anything against it, Natasha continued speaking since she was her superior.  “You can dine with us if you want. Meet the team... there are just a few of us now.” ㅤㅤㅤ

Jules's eyes widened excited while Y/N remained the same, of course she didn't feel like socializing with those people but couldn't arouse suspicion either.

Y/N just nodded slowly, giving a fake kind smile.

ㅤㅤㅤ ‘I'm not hungry now, but  thank you. Maybe another time.’ It was something she would have said but ended up saying:  “Sure.”

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“Great.” Natasha exclaimed, winking flirtatiously. The three walked together to the kitchen while chatting pleasantly, it was a more private area where the other agents wouldn't be snooping around. ㅤㅤㅤ

At the table were Kate Bishop and Yelena playing some video games, Steve was chatting with Bucky and Bruce, who was cooking. Wanda was on the couch far away, trying to read, and Vision was looking out the window with a thoughtful look.

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“Hey.” Natasha caught everyone's attention.  “This is Y/N and Julia, they are new and tonight they are going to have dinner with us.”

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Y/N felt everyone's gaze on her and could feel the heat on the back of her neck. She had never felt so exposed, and above all, she had never felt so uncomfortable in centuries. ㅤㅤㅤ

Everyone greeted them kindly, Steve was very kind to come over and shake their hands. Yelena just nodded her head saying 'hey' and Kate looked like an adorable puppy excited to meet the new agents, which made Y/N slowly walk away. Feeling deeply uncomfortable. ㅤㅤㅤ

Bruce was quick to say that dinner was ready, and everyone seemed happy about it, willing to help set the table, but something caught Y/N's attention.

Sighing, Wanda walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water and instead of returning to her seat, she walked away. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Where is she going?” Y/N asked as she watched the sokovian disappear.

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“Wanda doesn't like spending a lot of time outside her room. She's having hard times, the girl lost her twin brother recently.” Natasha wrinkled her nose as she helped carry the salad to the table. ㅤㅤㅤ

“In her Emo era, huh?” Jules joked but Y/N nudged her. “Ouch.” ㅤㅤㅤ

“You know, I think… I want to take a shower first, I'm not that hungry anyway but thank you.” Y/N said as she walked out, finding the perfect reason to leave and not have to socialize with them. That job was tedious enough without having to listen to Bruce Banner or Kate's jokes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

She decided to go up to their room, taking a nice hot shower and read a nice book until the clock struck midnight.

Jules was snoring on the next bed, really tired. Frowning, Y/N wondered if perhaps it was because that young demon didn't have any experience on Earth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Her belly growled saying that despite being a demon, she had some basic needs like eating. Sighing, Y/N got up from her bed and left the room to attack the kitchen while everyone rested.

And it would have been a magnificent plan, the kitchen was empty which made her smile victoriously as she opened the fridge. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Taking some bread, chicken salad and some cold cuts, the demon made herself a huge sandwich to satisfy the hunger.

Of course, she accompanied it with some spicy fries that the package clarified were 'property of Yelena -AND ONLY Yelena Belova-’' ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Not caring in the least, Y/N was about to take a bite when a soft voice interrupted the moment. She knew how to recognize that Sokovian accent perfectly, even though Wanda tried hard to hide it. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Yelena doesn't like people eating her chips.”  Wanda said from the other side of the kitchen, slowly approaching as if she were a grieving ghost. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I'll deal with her later.” Y/N shrugged. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Convinced with that answer, Wanda just ignored her and went to the kitchen so she could make herself some steaming tea. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“My name is Y/N.” She looked at Wanda but the brunette didn't even look at her.  “What's yours?” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Of course the demon knew everything about Wanda, even the things that not even the Sokoviana knew. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Why are you asking something you already know?”  Finally, she lifted that completely blank green gaze. Y/N could see the deep sadness behind them.

That made Y/N stay quiet and surprised. How was it possible? How did Wanda know that-? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Oh. How silly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Of course she should know, she’s an avenger, right? EVERYONE knew who Wanda Maximoff was.

Shrugging, Y/N just sat down at the table so she could eat her sandwich. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

That was strange to the Sokovian, who perhaps was expecting a sarcastic response or something like that. Perhaps a curious mind asking about her powers or about Sokovia like everyone else, but Y/N just kept eating.

Taking the warm cup in her hands, Wanda was about to leave until she stopped in front of the table.

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The silence was so pleasant that she couldn't help but end up sitting too. A bit surprised, Y/N decided to share some sandwiches.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’m Wanda.” The Sokovian finished by saying, taking a chicken salad sandwich. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The demon looked up, colliding with those beautiful, huge green eyes and all she could felt was terror. Not because of the fear of knowing who Wanda was or being recognized, but because there was something about them, something different, perhaps attractive. She really liked those eyes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’m Y/N.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I know, you said it before.”ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Finally they both smiled.

And maybe the demon let loose a little more. And perhaps the Sokovian smiled a little bit more, almost in an imperceptible way. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Silence reigned again and both decided to enjoy it, keep eating without needing a word other than the sound of the clock hands.  Although it seemed like a pleasant coincidence, it became routine.

Every night, Wanda and Y/N decided to have dinner together at midnight, avoiding the 'avengers' reunion. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The talks were usually short, they enjoyed the company without needing to go further. Or so they wanted to think. Wanda was not going to admit that Y/N slowly made her forget the pain and that normous invisible wall was beginning to fall, and Y/N was not going to admit that she liked Wanda's presence, but they were always together sharing that sacred moment. Y/N tried to ignore all those thoughts that reminded her that she should NOT maintain any ties with the witch and it wasn't easy at all.

Some nights Wanda would cook something for both of them, other nights Y/N would bring some Chinese food or pizza.

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But one night Y/N just didn't show up. That Friday night, a storm was hitting the Compound so hard that the treetops were moving violently. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Wanda excused herself from dinner saying that she wasn't that hungry cause in one of their ‘small talks’ with Y/N, both agreed to make some pasta on friday night. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Does anyone know where Y/N is?” Wanda asked, trying not to look too worried. Of course Natasha noticed the concern in her voice, but she didn't say anything.

Nat was a very good spy and confirmed it when she found both girls having dinner together, but neither of them noticed it. The redhead was happy for both, especially for Wanda who was beginning to open up a little bit. Natasha respected Wanda's silence, although she made her pay for it in training.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Noticing that the hours were passing and Y/N didn't return from that mission, Wanda walked back and forth with her arms crossed as she watched the furious wind move the treetops through the window.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Why hasn't Y/N come back yet? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The only thing she knew – and thanks to Natasha – was that Y/N was on a mission in Norway. Things had not gone well at all, but they would soon return with the news and information they needed about the last remnants of Hydra.

But that storm was bringing out the worst in the Sokovian, who seemed to relive the worst thoughts over and over again.

Why was she so concerned about Y/N?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Well, maybe because together they managed to establish a small friendship or bond without saying much.

After half an hour and a lot of tragic thoughts, the door to the room opened, letting in this woman in a bit of a hurry carrying a package on her hands.

Y/N's hair was wet as was her clothes, but the package seemed intact. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I'm sorry., I'm sorry, I know!” The demon said, approaching Wanda and stopping right in front of her. The drops of water were falling down her face, she didn’t even stop to go up to her room or change clothes. She knew Wanda would be waiting for her, and knew she might be worried. “I really couldn't do anything, the mission got so bad in a blink.”  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lost in those eyes, Wanda's heart skipped a beat. Couldn't even say a single coherent word. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “We were trapped, the agents were waiting for us but we managed to overcome them-” Y/N said quickly, babbling as droplets fell from her hair.  And at that very moment, Y/N knew that something wasn't right with her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Frowning, the demon rethought all her actions that day. Why was she explaining herself to Wanda? Why was she so worried about being on time and not standing her up? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Because she knew that Wanda created a routine with her, because she knew that Wanda  lost her brother a short time ago, and that she fled any kind of ties with the Avengers but not with her. Not with Y/N. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Because she cared, because it mattered. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Suddenly, Y/N remembered that she was still holding that package and decided not to let go. Without further ado, Wanda came to hug her tightly. Closing her eyes, the Sokovian let herself get lost in that warm sensation. Oh, she was so happy to see that Y/N was okay. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The fear she felt at the thought that she could lose Y/N, even though Wanda barely knew her, was overwhelming. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Completely shocked, Y/N didn't know what to do. No one had ever held her before, she had never before allowed anyone to touch her so intimately.  Much less hug her like that. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked quickly, breaking away to look at her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ “I- I'm fine.” Y/N stammered, feeling the heat in her ears. She was definitely blushing and no one, no one had ever managed that. “Some bruises… but we’re okay.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Is your girlfriend okay too?” Wanda lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed but perhaps also jealous. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Girlfriend?” Y/N frowned quite confused. “Oh… no! Jules is… my friend. Just my friend.” She stammered quickly, nodding. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Oh, great.” And as if her soul returned to her body, Wanda just smiled and nodded too.

Finally, the demon smiled slightly without needing to fake it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “What’s that?” The Sokovian looked at that perfectly wrapped package.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Remembering it, Y/N opened her eyes wide and handed it to her. “I brought pasta from Sicily!”  

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ That took Wanda by surprise, who just let out a small, confused giggle.

Noticing her mistake, Y/N blinked quickly and added babbling: “I mean, not really Sicily but the place called ‘Sicily’ in Little Italy. I know it’s not chicken paprikash but…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Taking a huge breath of air, Y/N seemed about to explode but Wanda simply stopped that bombshell with a small smile and a soft voice.  “Thank you.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ And that's all they needed, to share a moment together. After Y/N took a quick shower, both finally sat down to taste that exquisite pasta together. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Why don't you have dinner with them? I'm not saying it bothers me, I’m flattered. I like this.” Y/N said curiously as she devoured that delicious pasta. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “It's different… with you.” Wanda whispered, watching her face in detail. Y/N was strangely unique; those lips, her nose, how adorable her slightly blushing cheeks were. Although those eyes... they made her feel different, weird but good at the same time. She knew they were hiding something. How strange. “You are the only one who doesn't torment me with loud thoughts.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Oh, how curious that was. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Why couldn't she hear Y/N’s thoughts? That question was haunting the brunette for weeks but then she came to the simple answer: did it matter?

Y/N made her feel comfortable, who cares why she can’t? She had to learn to trust Y/N, it was exciting. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Everyone here does it, and I can't help it. It’s driving me crazy…” Wanda lowered her gaze for a moment, embarrassed.  “...like I don't have enough pain in my heart. I must deal with anxiety and other people's pain too.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Staying silent, Y/N completely understood Wanda's reasons for distancing herself from the others.

Even though she pretended not to care and even though she should NOT care, Y/N  was beginning to make a bond with Wanda and it was inevitable not to feel… empathy.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It was inevitable not to feel appreciation for those sad eyes, wasn’t that the reason for all this? To create the Scarlet Witch, to forge the most powerful being in existence through pain. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I won't tell you I'm sorry, everyone does it and it doesn't seem to help you at all.” Y/N barely said, she knew some things about torture and pain. Many, but she had never experienced it that way. “I know some stuff about pain… and if you need me, and want to talk about it... I'm here.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Pursing her lips, Y/N just tried hard to smile and shrugged, showing for the first time who she was.

And maybe that was what Wanda valued most, that she didn't need to make her feel better with empty words. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Sokovian nodded. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How is your ravioli?” Y/N finally asked, taking a bite.  

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “It’s good.” Wanda smiled widely, taking another bite as well.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I’m glad.” Y/N smiled tenderly, wiping her lips with a napkin.  “The owner told me it was late but that she only made an exception because I was soaked.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “You did that for me?” Those beautiful green eyes shone with some hope. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Of course not, I did it because I was hungry!” Y/N joked. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Stealing a giggle from the Sokovian, they kept enjoying for a while until the clock invited them to retire to their rooms before Natasha found out and kicked their asses.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Y/N?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Yeah?” As she finished putting the dishes in the dryer, the demon looked up to see Wanda in front of her. She was playing with her rings, something she did when the girl was nervous and it looked adorable. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Thanks for coming back safely.” After saying that, Wanda walked away slowly, feeling her heart racing and her cheeks blushing like a teenager in love. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

And the demon's old heart gave signs of life, jumping when she heard that. Joy could be seen in those 'human' eyes. Oh, what was she doing? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Look, you’re a sea beast! … What’s that? A whale?” Jules asked excitedly as she looked at the screen, searching for information on some random pages about demonology.

Since she arrived on Earth, Stolas was fascinated with all the technological advancement and the knowledge that humans had of them. Some are totally wrong, according to her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “A snake! I'm not a whale, I'm a snake! Just- … Can you stop looking for us on the internet?”  Y/N growled as she changed into her pajamas so she could lie down on her bunk. “If someone see you, they'll say you're crazy and you'll ruin our plans.”ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “No, I wanna see-” The brunette tried to continue but Y/N took her phone from her hands in annoyance and then threw it away, pointing at Jules. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “You're a gay owl with skinny long legs.”  Y/N hissed, arching an eyebrow. “You teach about astronomy and herbs when you are summoned! Happy? HERBS! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, a demon teaching about herbs!” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Hey! that’s not me.” Jules stood up to grab her phone to look for the picture, it clearly looked like an owl exactly like Y/N described it. “I don't look like that. I know a lot about astronomy tho.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Rolling her eyes in disdain, Y/N laid down on her bunk so she could rest.

Every night, it took an hour to find sleep. Her body was never so tired as to fall asleep easily, and  thoughts came to her to haunt her one more time.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N sighed thinking about her once again, but Jules' voice saved one more time, something the demon didn't think could be possible.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How is everything going? With Wanda…”   Jules glanced at Y/N, who seemed to focus her gaze on the ceiling. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “It’s okay.” Y/N shrugged. “Like a hurt beast, but nothing that indicates… you know.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The brunette turned to see Y/N with a mischievous smile. “I know you both have dinner together at midnight. I can hear her heart pounding fast in the distance.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ How dare Stolas offend her like that? Watching her with a murderous look, Y/N growled: “I never said that you should follow me. And you shouldn't get involved in other people's affairs.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I didn't do it!” Jules quickly defended herself, a bit scared. “I just… noticed it. Abaddon didn't say anything about you having to bond with her.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I like to have things under control.” Sighing, Y/N kept staring at the ceiling. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Or you like to spend time with her.” Of course Jules was more astute than she looked, despite being naive she was no fool. Jules was a high-ranking demon, with the brain and body of a woman who had never experienced anything more than torture her entire life.  “Time is something so simple for us, Y/N, we are eternal… We have seen empires rise, we have seen empires fall. We have seen great people and many other people so horrible that hell was not enough for them... all thanks to time. For us, it is nothing more than sand, but for her it is important, and you like her to enjoy it with you.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N turned to look at Jules, who didn't seem to say it in a mean or judging way.

The brunette just blinked slowly, a little thoughtful, maybe even relaxing between those huge pillows.

She wasn't trying to attack her or use it as an advantage, Jules seemed rather curious.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “And I’m saying: mind your own business.” Y/N narrowed her eyes and grabbed one of the pillows, hitting Jules. “Sleep now, Stolas.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “It’s ‘Jules’ here!” Rolling her eyes, Jules settled on her bed and Y/N did the same after turning off the lights. Silence reigned for a moment until the voice of the demon brought Y/N out of her thoughts again. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Y/N?” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Sighing, ready to get up and hit her to shut up, Y/N opened her eyes.  “What?!” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “If you think the girl needs to clear her head or feel better or... if you want to share your time with her, I think it's the right thing to do… that’s why you’re so much better than Abaddon.” Jules said in a whisper as she rolled over and settled down to sleep. “And you don't hit me all day long, that's good.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ And perhaps those words finally managed to steal a small smile from Y/N. The urge to hit Stolas or -Jules now- wasn't far, but she understood the demon's relief at being away from someone like Abaddon.

Although demons had an evil nature, they were not all exactly the same. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Many of them had previously been kind beings who ended up falling. Some with reasons, others not so much. Some were cruel, others were sadistic, and others simply existed. But Abaddon was different, if demons were chaos, Abaddon was cruelty and malice. She was a cruel general, addicted to blood, hungry for violence and that was why Chton had considered her over Y/N.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ There was no room for cruelty in Y/N, except for beings that were truly malicious. Y/N loved giving them what they deserved. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Yeah…” Y/N sighed. “That's why I'm not where she is. In control.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ And although the demon tried to sleep and clear her head, it was difficult not to think about that girl all night. The way Wanda looked at her, or the way she cared for her was so…disgustingly nice.

She had to do something to stop it, and she had to do it soon or everything would become even more complicated.

Well, I hope you like this new story that is running through my head and is saving me from the daily stress in which I begin to die. But a beautiful song made me think about that story, so why not? In my defense, watching 'Good Omens' helped a little. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ I'm sorry for leaving you for so long, my life is getting a bit complex these days… The economy in my country is burning and I try to survive by working hard so writing was difficult for me. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ If you want me to tag you in the next chapters, just comment and I will. Thank you very much for reading me, honeybee! It means a lot! 🐝 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Do you want to help me? Wow, that's adorable and means a lot. You can buy me a coffee here!

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Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey - Your new family (Part VI)

It's a big series about an afab!reader who doesn't like Bruce Wayne and who still falls in love with him (he fells quicker and harder)

Reader's origin story // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of stress, not a lot of plot here but little snippets of moments with all the kids

You were a little bit stressed out to meet all of Bruce’s children but you also felt like it was going to be alright. Jason was there, always by your side. Dick and Tim liked you and they had said only good things about you to the others. Especially Dick, because he was well aware that Jason wouldn’t agree to spend time with him again without you. The fact Bruce was much nicer since you were together was also working in your favour. Alfred was approving of you too and he had personally asked all of the children to treat you well.

The children were also aware that Bruce would be very unhappy and disappointed with them all if things didn’t go well. It was obviously very important for him.

At first, everyone was a little bit silent and awkward. It was the first time a civilian was introduced to the whole family. And technically, they already knew a lot about you without knowing you, so they weren’t too sure how to act around you. They didn’t want to scare you off by showing they made research about you… and stalked you.

After a little while, you gently teased them all, saying that for vigilantes they were quite shy. It quickly put them at ease.

Things went actually a lot better than you thought and you could tell no one really believed you would that easily get along with the family. You felt Bruce relaxing through the dinner, his hand on your thigh under the table. His warmth helped you feel safer around everyone as well.

Soon enough they all were chatting around and asking you questions. It was a true interrogation but you didn’t mind. For once, you were the one answering questions and not the other way around. It was fun.

Damian was the only silent one. He wasn’t too sure how to deal with you. He didn’t need you. He wasn’t used to seeing his father around someone. He wasn’t too certain how to react when his father kissed the back of your hand with such love shining in his eyes. 

You noticed his uncertainty but you weren’t too worried about it. You knew you were fitting just right in there. You had never felt like that before, or just with your grandma. It was a nice change in your life. And you were really eager to start spending some time with all of them, like you were doing with Jason already.

You went to concerts with Dick. He wanted to go to those classic piano concerts but no one was eager to follow him. He had asked you, half certain you would politely decline his offer. But on the contrary, you had been more than happy to agree to come with him. Your eagerness warmed his heart. It had been a long time he hadn’t had a motherly figure in his life, and he knew you were fitting perfectly. Since then, whenever one of you wanted to go to a concert - no matter what kind - you had to go together. It was your thing. None of you went to so many concerts before, but it was a pretext to spend time together. You talked a lot before the concerts too and Dick could only agree with Jason: you were easy to talk to.

You played video games with Tim. You were waiting for Bruce to come back from patrol one night and you were bored out of your mind. You found Tim playing in the living room. At first, you just asked him if you could hang around. He agreed without thinking much of it, before offering you to play with him. He needed another player and no one else was around at that time. It appeared you were a gamer and you enjoyed fighting against one other. But you enjoyed working together on co-op games even more. You spent a lot of evenings with Tim on the couch, screaming together when you were losing or winning. Everyone knew better than to annoy the two of you when you were gaming.

You watched movies with Stephanie. Stephanie was clearly not too certain how to be around you. Things weren’t always easy with Bruce and after the way her parents betrayed her, she felt like she couldn’t trust adults any longer. But Jason loved you so much that she thought she could give you a chance. Watching movies allowed the two of you to bond, without having to interact too much at first. Then you started to talk a lot about what you just saw, and then about everything else. Watching movies snuggled up against you started to become Stephanie’s comfort zone and you were more than happy to give her that. Even though you were a tease, you never said anything when she fell asleep on you.

You took dancing lessons with Cassandra. It was clear the girl was a classic dancer; she was really amazing to watch. You loved to dance too, even though you never really took any kind of lessons, so you thought it would be a nice activity to do together. Cass instantly agreed. It allowed her to observe you and your body language. She had more fun than she thought, and she offered to keep going dancing together. You improved a lot thanks to her help and she liked to discover other kinds of dances thanks to you. You also came to watch her repetitions and her representations. She started to always look for you in the spectators, happy to be taken care of that way. 

You did puzzles with Duke. You started to spend a lot more time at the manor, even when Bruce wasn’t around. You were currently doing a mind game on the living room table as Duke went by. You started to chat around and you saw Duke was quite eager to play with you, so you invited him to settle by your side. Once you were done, he looked for a puzzle he hadn’t finished yet so you could do it together. When the weather was pretty bad in Gotham, you quite liked to get some hot cacao and to do puzzles with Duke. Because you both were pretty good with puzzles, you had to always find more challenging ones. Looking for them was also part of the fun.

For Damian, things were a little bit more difficult, as he made it clear, he had no interest in spending time with you. It hurt you a little more than you wanted to admit but didn’t say anything at first. You eventually went to an animal care centre open to the public with Damian and Bruce. Bruce offered for you to come with the two of them so his son could get used to your presence. He had noticed he was the only one who was avoiding you. Damian stayed cold to you for a long time, eyeing his father holding your hand with a frown until you let go of Bruce’s hand to come closer to the lions. You really loved the animals and Damian thought you couldn’t be that bad then. That evening, Alfred the cat fell asleep on your lap, so Damian started to be more polite to you. It was the first step. You started to bond over taking care of his pets.

You also met Barbara, Kate, Luke and Lucius. 

Kate and you instantly became friends because you were seeing things quite similarly. You also loved to tease everyone together. You had a real complicity between the two of you, and you often hang out together just for the sake of being together. And annoying everyone.

Barbara needed some time to trust you but she could tell you were a good addition to the family. She slowly warmed up to you. You didn’t take it personally and you showed a lot of patience. You were happy to be part of this group of amazing people, and Barbara couldn’t deny how kind you were to all of them.

Luke trusted Duke’s approval of you. You talked a lot around a drink in a bar in Gotham after Dick invited everyone for his birthday. You asked him questions about the army and the way veterans were taken care of. You promised him to do an article about it, which touched Luke a lot.

Lucius and you enjoyed talking together, as ones of the only civilians of the family, with Alfred. For Lucius, it was quite refreshing to be able to discuss with someone who was also shaking their head at the Batfamily’s antics. Lucius quickly saw how much of a good asset you could be for Wayne Enterprises as well and he hoped that at some point you would agree to help Bruce with it.

As months went by, you started to all know each other a lot more. And to start to love one another quite fiercely. You were their Batmon. You got confirmation of it when the children playfully and yet tenderly brought you a bracelet with the bat logo on it. You swore to always wear it.

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PART 7

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COMPARISON

pairing: grayson hawthorne x f!reader. second person pov

summary: grayson and lyras encounter in the grandest game puts thoughts in grays gf's head

warning: angsty? jealousy, insecurity, self consciousness, use of y/n (sorry)

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You were with the three other Hawthorne brothers and the Hawthorne heiress watching the players make their way out of their escape rooms. But your eyes were glued to one screen that captured Grayson Hawthorne, your boyfriend, and Lyra Kane. You had nothing against her, but you cannot help but feel a sense of dislike towards her all because of a stupid, silly reason.

Ever since Lyra landed in The Hawthorne Island there was a tension between both Grayson and Lyra. You're pretty sure that they didn't know each other until now, it's impossible for them to know each other before the game. Their worlds are seperate.

Just like how yours and Grayson’s was before you two got close.

After sometime you can't help but look at Lyra and only Lyra. The way her dark tan skin looked like gold and her eyes, they were equally as beautiful as Gray’s. No wonder he stared at her like that. You can't find any imperfection in her face or her perfect body with perfect curves. You cannot simply not stare at her, you can't blame Gray. She's everything anyone would ever dream of, and by not just looks, also her mind.

The heavy feeling in your chest was only getting worse when you saw Grayson lift her up to the chandelier.

It's just a game, they're playing to get out.

Nothing else.

It was like someone overheard your inner thoughts and repeated the exact same words. You opened your eyes which you didn't even realise was closed for a few seconds when you heard Avery’s voice. You nodded your head and excused yourself to get the sight out to get the feeling off a little.

_

You didn't go back to the CCTV room after that, you wandered around the island a bit and sat near the shore to relax, you didn't even go to see which team won first. An hour after the sun went down you returned back to your room which you shared with Grayson. You noticed that the drawer opposite to the bed was slightly open, you went to close it but noticed a paper inside. It was an art, an art of Lyra Kane. And from the look of it, you knew someone from the team had drawn it, and it could be your boyfriend and boy did he pay attention to Lyra Kane, because this captured her beautifully.

Did he notice her curves? He did, because he had drawn it, so beautifully. Did he also notice that you lack them? Sometimes you wished your eyes were a lighter shade of brown but it's just boring dark brown, nothing to admire and draw about. You would have shed a few tears if it wasn't for the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“Y/n” Grayson called your name just how he does all the time. You can't help but feel weird and different this time. “You weren't there.” He stated.

“Yeah, I felt feverish so I had to take some time off.” You said hoping he didn't hear the lie and how weak you sounded.

Grayson immediately stepped closer to you to put his palm on your forehead to check if you have a temperature. “You don't have a fever, good.” He sighed.

You just nodded. “Nice art work.”

He didn't reply, he just stared into your eyes to read you. It was easy for him to read you, you always liked that about him because you don't have to say anything for him to know what's wrong but this time you hated the fact he's staring into your boring eyes. You immediately looked away.

“What's wrong?” He asked, turning your face back by cupping your cheeks. Your eyes were everywhere.

“Nothing. My head just aches because of staring at the screen for too long. I should rest.” You were about to move away from him but his other hand landed on your waist to keep you close.

“What is this about? Hmm?” He asked before placing a small kiss on your left cheek.

“Nothing.” Your voice broke. You were about to break.

Grayson's voice was filled with worry. “Y/n, sweetheart. What's the matter? Did something happen? Is it me?” You regretted looking into his eyes when he asked if it was him.

“So it's me. What did I do?” He was genuinely confused.

“God, Gray. You seriously don't know?” You asked, losing the fight between you and your tears.

“I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“I don't know.”

“Then how can you be sorry?”

“Whatever it is, I'm begging you to forgive me. And tell me what it is so I'll never do it again.” He was serious about it.

“Did you know her before?” You went for it. “Or did she gain your interest immediately? I can't even blame you, I mean look at her! She's so beautiful and smart and so perfect. Of course you'd think you can do better than me.”

He was quiet for a second which made your heart shatter. “I’m sorry. I'm sorry I hid it from you and I'm also sorry that my actions made you feel this way. I don't want to give an excuse but I had to help them get out of the escape room.”

“What did you hide from me?”

“I knew who she was. I recognised her voice. Last year, I got a call from a random girl saying my grandfather could be responsible for her father's death. I asked her to stop calling and asked Nan to look into The List. I did find something but never looked deeply. When I heard her voice again, I was surprised and shocked. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the phone call.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“I thought it was irrelevant at that moment.”

“That moment. What about now?”

“We have to help her. Somehow things are even more complicated than before and connected. Odette, Lyra, My parents.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you everything. But we need to work on your little monologue where you said that I can do better than you. How can you even think that way? You're beautiful too, and smart. You designed the game this year. Not everyone can design a complicated escape room. Don't ever put yourself down like that.”

“I'm sorry…It's pathetic.” You said.

“It's not pathetic, it's human. But I'm here to always remind you how special you are.” He didn't let you reply, he went for a heated and passionate kiss that consumed you wholly as his hands on your waist squeezed it…

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Quarry - Chapter 21

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x f!reader

Summary: Din Djarin is on what he expects to be his last bounty hunt for Greef Karga. After all, Nevarro is swiftly moving away from its previous reputation as a Guild member’s paradise, and Din has more important concerns now, like finding a Jedi to train his mysterious foundling. However, after capturing a wanted starship engineer who would rather go anywhere other than “home,” the Mandalorian is forced to reassess his priorities.

Your taste of freedom had been brief but glorious. Now you are a prisoner of the most infamous bounty hunter in the Outer Rim – it’s only a matter of time before he turns you in. There isn’t much you would not do to keep from being sent home, but as you find yourself growing closer to your captor and his strange little companion, you start to wonder whether escape is really what you want.

Set after Chapter 13: The Jedi but before Chapter 14: The Tragedy.

Chapter Tags & Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Reader is Mando's live-in starship engineer, dual POV, no use of Y/N, minimal descriptors of reader character, light angst, Din being an overprotective man, eventual fluff, kiss and make up vibes

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Note: This chapter overlaps heavily with the events of the season 2 episode "Chapter 16: The Rescue." You will notice borrowed dialogue and synced plot points.

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Lieutenant Elia Kane liked to consider herself the type of officer who remained cool under pressure. However, she would be lying if she said that the holotransmission she just received didn’t have her stomach sinking in her abdomen. It wasn’t the content of the message itself, really, but rather that she knew that even as the chief communications officer, this was not a message she could field on her own. She was going to have to show it to the Moff, and he was going to be furious.

Kane did not often find herself on the receiving end of the Moff’s ire, and that was very much by design on her part. The man was terrifying when angered, cold and biting in a way that seemed to suck all of the life out of a room. She had found that the best way to keep in his good graces was to learn how to anticipate his needs before he had them, to know what orders he would give and what questions he would ask before they ever passed his lips. So far, that strategy had been successful, and she was loathe to be the one to deliver him news that he would find…unsettling.

But. Such was her duty. And a good officer of the Empire did their duty even when it was unpleasant.

Striding onto the bridge with a confidence she wasn’t certain she felt, she squared her shoulders and leveled a calm, even look at Moff Gideon, his face turned away from her as he stared out the front viewport.

“Sir.” He cocked his head slightly and turned around to meet her gaze. “You should see this.”

Without further preamble, she thumbed the holoprojector in the center of the bridge, and the transmission flared to life. Just above the surface of the projector, the pale blue, translucent frame of the Mandalorian Din Djarin now hovered, staring daggers at the Moff even across an untold number of lightyears, and Lieutenant Kane watched with lead in her gut as her commanding officer’s face darkened into a glower.

“Moff Gideon. You have something I want.”

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The days that followed the destruction of the rhydonium refinery on Morak passed in a blur for the crew of Boba Fett’s Firespray. Something about that mission – the success of obtaining the coordinates, the firefight, the hurried but victorious departure – seemed to have lit a new fire in everyone’s bellies, one that had been slowly dying in the weeks since Grogu’s abduction. Now, it felt as though everyone awoke each morning hungry for the next task, eager for the next step that would bring you that much closer to bringing him home.

During the narrow window of time that he had been granted access to the internal Imperial terminal, Din had taken the liberty of collecting information on the location of several other assets of interest, including a long-range shuttle that was currently transporting a scientist by the name of Dr. Pershing. Tracking him down and bringing him aboard had been the first order of business after departing Morak, a pursuit which had resulted in a brief shootout between the two ships. The Firespray had, of course, overwhelmed the shuttle rather quickly, and a mere handful of minutes later, another crew member had been added to the ship’s roster.

You knew little about this mysterious doctor, only what Din had shared with you about his previous encounter with the man back when Grogu had been a quarry. The bounty hunter seemed to believe that he might have some information about Moff Gideon’s ship that the team could use to inform the boarding plan. You also learned from Cara that in addition to being a valuable informant for this particular mission, he was also a high-value New Republic target, and after all this was over, she had every intention of ensuring that he was escorted to Coruscant to stand trial.

For those reasons, Dr. Pershing had been dragged aboard in binder cuffs and tucked away in one of the few remaining empty bounty cells. Din took it upon himself to bring him three square meals a day as well as escort him to the ‘fresher at defined intervals, but otherwise, as far as you were concerned, it was as though he wasn’t even there.

Your next stop, not two standard rotations later, was a nowhere planet boasting grassy, temperate plains dotted with large duracrete refineries, the towering exhaust stacks of which belched clouds of steam and opaque white smoke large enough to be visible from orbit. Din had tracked the final prospective members of your assault team there, though what they might be doing in a nameless place such as this, you couldn’t have guessed.

This time, when he left the ship, he took a reluctant Boba Fett along. Watching the two of them descend the ramp in lock-step with one another, in their suits of complimentary armor, had you doing a doubletake. These men may not have known each other for longer than a handful of weeks, but something about the way they moved together called to mind what few interactions you had had with New Republic officers during your time on Chardaan. Like they were brothers-in-arms, separated by time and circumstance but still very much bound to one another, still very much cut from the same cloth. You resolved then that you would be more intentional about getting to know Boba. You had managed to pull Din out of his stoic, reticent shell; perhaps you could do the same with him.

The two were gone so briefly that you and Fennec had barely managed to begin your daily hand-to-hand lesson before the doors to the ramp were sliding back open, and to your surprise, not two but four Mandalorians in full beskar strode up the ramp and into the navigation room.

Smaller in stature but no less intimidating, both of the new figures wore armor that had been painted some combination of black and royal blue, and both of them were armed to the teeth – dual blasters holstered on their hips, explosive rounds attached to their belts, flame throwers in their vambraces, and jetpacks on their backs. You noticed that the visors in their helmets had been modified slightly to appear sharper, thinner, and more feminine that either Din’s or Boba’s, giving their faces an almost bird-like appearance, and one of them even had white embellishments painted on her helmet that reminded you of an owl.

It occurred to you that these were the first Mandalorian women you had ever met, and the thought filled you with a thrill of curiosity. These were the kinds of women that Din had been raised with, that he had come of age with. Other than his mother, who he had lost at such a young age at Aq Vetina, women just like this had been his first impressions of the opposite sex. You couldn’t help but wonder what they might be like.

And what they might think of someone from their culture choosing someone like you as a partner.

The moment the doors slid shut once again, Boba broke away from the party, presumably to fetch Dr. Pershing from his cell so planning could begin. There was a tension in his shoulders that you were unaccustomed to seeing in the man, someone who you had known to carry himself with such confidence and self-assurance that it almost came across as swagger. Something had unsettled him, and just the thought of that being possible was enough to have your hackles raising on instinct. Resisting the urge to go after him, you instead hovered near the edge of the room as Din began introductions.

Lady Bo-Katan Kryze, the one in the painted owl helmet, and her vassal Koska Reeves struck you as a bit formal, a bit standoffish in comparison to the rest of the companions you had accumulated over the last few weeks, though not unpleasant. In a move that appeared rehearsed, they both reach up to remove their helmets simultaneously, tucking them under their arms and settling into an at-ease posture. As you observed them shaking hands with first Cara and then Fennec, you were struck with the notion that although the two women looked nothing alike, they bore such similar facial expressions that you would have known immediately that they were part of a matched set. Sharp, hawk-like eyes, polite smiles, ramrod-straight spines.

“And who’s this?” Bo-Katan asked as they circled around to you.

You offered her a welcoming smile and your hand to shake as Din replied with your name, adding, “Her expertise is in starship engineering and design.”

Both Bo-Katan and Koska quirked an eyebrow at that, and the former narrowed her eyes dubiously. “An interesting choice,” she said, looking you up and down with an appraising gaze. “Just where do you fit into the puzzle?”

You fought back the wave of defensiveness the question elicited and instead wrestled your expression into something you hoped was blandly pleasant. “I’ve spent a significant amount of time studying Imperial ship schematics – internal systems, security, weapons capability, layout. I’ve put together some information that should make infiltration of Moff Gideon’s vessel safer and faster.”

“Have you ever been aboard an Imperial light cruiser?”

Beside you, you felt Din stiffen at the shift in the woman’s tone, but this wasn’t the first time you had had your work interrogated – it had practically been a daily experience when you had first started working in the shipyards at 18, young and green and a woman to boot.

“Not personally, no,” you admitted evenly, refusing to allow your feathers to be ruffled. “But I’m intimately familiar with the design.”

The two women exchanged a look, Koska all but rolling her eyes, while Bo-Katan at least had the decency to remain impassive, if a bit superior.

“I…appreciate the effort,” she said diplomatically, “but I’m not certain that databases and schematics carry quite the same weight as actual lived experience.”

Ah. So that was how it was going to be.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Din cock his head as he took half a step forward, as though about to protest on your behalf. Before he could form the words, however, you subtly brushed his hand, caressing the bridge of his knuckles over his glove with the backs of your fingers in a calming gesture. You admired his protective nature, but there was no need for him to jump to your defense.

“I understand your concern.” Your voice sounded a bit cool to your own ears, a bit pinched from the tightness of your jaw. “I’ve taken the liberty of putting together a mockup of the ship. Why don’t you take a look? You can tell me how it compares to your…lived experience.”

Bo-Katan shrugged an armored shoulder. “Very well. If you’d like.”

Crossing to the nav console, you pulled up the ship schematic file you had been laboring over, the culmination of all of your own research plus your days of collaboration with Migs Mayfeld. The pale blue projection illuminated the dim room, and you stood aside, gesturing for both of your new companions to step forward and examine it.

Just then, Boba Fett returned from the lower decks, one hand clapped firmly on the hunched shoulder of Dr. Pershing. The doctor was winded and a little pale in the face, clearly unused to the ladder and the change in the ship’s orientation when on the ground, but there was also a look of relief in his eyes at finally being allowed out of his cell. He put up no protest as Boba escorted him to one of the jump seats, and he lowered himself into it with a grateful sigh.

The timing of his arrival couldn’t have been more perfect. Nodding to him in greeting, you turned back to Bo-Katan and Koska and quipped, “You should know, we picked up Dr. Pershing here two rotations ago.” The two women glanced over their shoulders at you, each of them sending assessing looks to the bespectacled man now catching his breath a few feet away. “How long did you spend aboard Moff Gideon’s ship, Dr. Pershing?”

He shifted anxiously in his seat, seeming to sense that he had walked into a charged conversation, but he did not hesitate to reply. “N-Not quite two years.”

“Hm. And what was it you said, when I showed you the mockup this morning?”

Dr. Pershing swallowed thickly. “Almost flawless.”

You smiled at him in thanks, and you thought you might have heard Din release a quiet, astonished breath through his helmet, the sound a shushed crackle in the weighted atmosphere.

“I’m eager to hear the results of your assessment, Lady Kryze,” you said evenly, and the woman leveled you with a look that skirted the line between incredulity and approval. Her vassal, on the other hand, had contempt in her dark eyes, and though she remained silent, you could almost feel the waves of irritation pouring from her from across the room.

Wordlessly, the two Mandalorians returned their attention to the light cruiser mockup, and then Din was at your side, cupping the ball of your shoulder in his warm palm, squeezing you tightly.

“Cyare,” he rasped, concern coloring his tone, and you offered him a wan smile.

“I’m fine, ner kar’ta,” you replied, using the words he had used all those weeks ago the first time he told you he loved you. You felt some of the stiffness in him ease at the sound of the endearment, which in turn eased some tight, clenching thing in you. You could handle yourself, but you didn’t relish the idea of conflict with any of your bounty hunter’s friends. “Though I am wondering what it says about me that on this mission, I made friends with an ex-Imperial prisoner of the New Republic, but I’m already butting heads with the heir apparent to the Mandalorian throne.”

Din let out a breath of a chuckle, shaking his head. “It says that you care not for station or title or bloodline and that you don’t intimidate easily. Your respect is earned. I learned that the first day I met you.” He paused and flicked his gaze up quickly, as though ensuring that your new guests were still occupied out of earshot. Once reassured of your relative privacy, he rasped, “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

I will know you forever.

The last of the tension bled from your limbs at that, a surging warmth filling your chest, spilling over into a fond smile. “I love you, too.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Koska turning in your direction, so rather than pulling Din’s forehead down to yours like you wanted in that moment, you chose instead to withdraw. Koska’s dark brown eyes flashed back and forth between the two of you, but if she had any commentary, she did not share it. Instead, she simply said, “Everything appears to be in order. We can use the schematic you’ve provided.”

You kept your face carefully neutral in response. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“When do you wish the start the journey?” she asked, the question directed at Din.

“Tomorrow morning, local time,” he replied. “Provided Gideon’s ship continues to patrol the same sector it has been, the hyperspace trip will be short. We should make the jump prepared to engage the enemy quickly, and this crew needs rest.”

Koska nodded once. “Very well. Lady Kryze will brief the boarding parties on the infiltration plan. Then we will retire until morning.”

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“This is Moff Gideon’s Imperial light cruiser.”

Bo-Katan had taken a seat at the nav console, the air of a commander settling comfortably over her shoulders. She really was a natural at this, an experienced military leader to her core, and her vested interest in the outcome of the mission had been precisely what Din had been banking on when he approached her to assist. If she was agreeing to help, he had no objection to her setting the strategy.

He had been honest with her when they had spoken in the cantina earlier. Grogu was his only priority. He couldn’t care less who took point during boarding, or what happened to the ship after – as long as he was able to get to the kid and get him out of there safely, he had everything he needed.

“In the old days, it would carry a crew of several hundred. Now it operates with a tiny fraction of that,” she continued.

From his seat, Dr. Pershing interjected, “Your assessment is misleading.”

“Oh, great.” Cara Dune scoffed, voice thick with sarcasm as she crossed her arms over her chest. “An objective opinion.”

The bespectacled man in binder cuffs shook his head. “This isn’t subterfuge, I assure you.”

Cara looked as though she was about to protest further, but Bo-Katan held up her hand to silence her. “Let him speak.”

“There’s a garrison of Dark Troopers on board. They’re the ones who abducted the child.”

Din recalled the moment on Tython when he realized that Grogu had been taken – the moment he looked up into the sky and watched as the squadron of figures in black armor had flown away with the boy clamped in their clutches. They had struck him as similar to the Storm Troopers he had faced on the ground, and yet somehow, also…not.

“How many troopers do they have armed in those suits?” he asked.

“These are third-generation design. They are no longer suits. The human inside was the final weakness to be solved.” The Mandalorian felt a cold, sinking feeling take root in the pit of his stomach at the doctor’s words. “They’re droids.”

Ice spilled down his spine at the thought, and he fought back a shudder. Droids. Of course, they were kriffing droids. Suddenly, it was as though he was eight years old again, staring down the barrel of a B-2 battle droid’s wrist blaster from an underground shelter, shaking, tearful, the screams of his people and the shriek of blaster fire echoing in his ears.

History was repeating itself – his kid, his sweet, powerful little boy subdued, stolen by a creation even more fearsome than the B-2 – cold, unfeeling, soulless things built with the sole function of sowing death and destruction wherever they went.

The thought had rage swelling in him, the heat of it burning away the dread, the fear. They would not get away with this. On his life, he would destroy them bolt by bolt.

If the others around him sensed the sudden wave of deadly determination that had taken hold of him, they did not comment on it. Instead, Fennec stepped forward, asking, “Where are they bivouacked?”

Dr. Pershing rose to his feet and stumbled up to the nav console. With awkward, bound hands, he adjusted the projection of the ship’s interior, zooming in on a cargo bay containing two symmetrical rows of storage cells, each of them highlighted in red to indicate power flow. “They’re held in cold storage in this cargo bay. They draw too much power to be kept at ready,” he explained.

“How long to power up?”

“A few minutes, perhaps.”

“Where is the child being held?” Din growled. His hands had tightened into fists down at his sides, the red lights in the schematic blinking at him almost mockingly.

Pershing tapped a few controls on the console once more and shifted the projection to display another room, deeper toward the interior of the ship but not overly far from the cargo bay.

“This is the brig,” he explained. “He’s being held here under armed guard.”

Bo-Katan nodded slowly, digesting that information. “Very well. We split into two parties.”

“I go alone,” Din countered immediately. He worked better with less fanfare, less interference. He had been a one-man team for years, decades really, before any of the people in this room had come into his life, and as much as he respected their skills, he couldn’t help but feel as though he needed to be at the top of his game if this rescue mission was going to be successful. And that meant working alone.

The red-headed woman eyed him sharply, annoyance coloring her tone as she replied, “Fine.” Turning back toward the ship schematic, she continued, “Phase one, Lambda shuttle issues a distress call. Two – ” She zoomed out on the projection and rotated the ship so that the forward hull was visible. “ – we come in hot and emergency land at the mouth of the fighter launch tube, cutting off any potential interceptors. Koska, Fennec, Dune, and myself disembark with maximum initiative. Once we’ve neutralized the launch bay – ” The projection shifted again, this time expanding and showing a cutaway of the inside of the vessel where several rooms and passageways had been highlighted. “ – we make our way through these tandem decks in a penetration maneuver.”

“How are you planning to get past the checkpoints?”

The bounty hunter startled at the sound of your voice, and he watched as Bo-Katan’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline, visibly aggravated for the first time since stepping aboard the ship.

“What checkpoints?” she asked pointedly, and you stepped forward, making your way to the front of the group so you could access the console yourself.

“The moment blaster fire is detected in the launch bay, bridge personnel will engage the secondary security protocols.” You pointed at the connection points between the highlighted decks, circling them with the tip of one blunt-nailed finger. “At every juncture between those decks, you’ll find sealed doors and no way through except genetic scans and digital chain code verification.”

Bo-Katan exchanged a look with Koska, a silent conversation passing between them in a handful of seconds, and Din felt a surge of gratefulness for your presence, for your diligence, for your refusal to be daunted in the face of this task and the array of unapproachable people that he had drug unceremoniously into your life over the last few weeks. Not that he had ever had any doubt as to your skills – he had seen early on how talented you were – but you were proving to be even more adaptable than he would have given you credit for.

You were insistent that you hadn’t been built for this life, but the longer he spent with you, the more Din was beginning to question whether that was true.

“Then we’ll just have to disable those protocols before they can be engaged,” Koska eventually concluded, but you shook your head.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible. Unless we already had someone on the bridge before we even dropped out of hyperspace. You’ll have to override the system manually at each juncture.”

Bo-Katan quirked an eyebrow, looking at you as though seeing you for the first time, and something about the expression had dread settling in his bones.

“Can you do it?” she asked.

You answered without hesitation. “Yes, I can.”

“Fine. Then you’ll come with us.”

The words fell on Din’s ears like a death knell, and before he could think better of it, he was surging forward, eating up the scant distant between himself and Bo-Katan in two long strides.

Like hell would you be stepping foot on that manda-forsaken ship – surrounded by enemies, drowning in blaster fire, burning your way through to the bridge on a mission that could just as easily end in your death as it could it your victory. The idea of you being anywhere near Moff Gideon was enough to have panic tightening his chest, wrapping itself around his heart and lungs and squeezing until he gasped for air. The idea of you doing it without him? While he was somewhere else? Unthinkable. Absurd. Too horrifying to even consider.

You couldn’t go – he wouldn’t allow it.

“I don’t think so,” he growled as he loomed over the princess, drawing himself up to his full height. Bo-Katan, however, was completely uncowed by the domineering display. With only an icy glance in his direction, she peered around his shoulder, making eye contact with you directly, and you seemed determined to ignore his outburst.

“Count me in,” you said. You sounded resolved, confident, your mind already made up, and something not unlike terror roiled in his stomach.

“Cyare – ”

You didn’t let him continue. Louder, sharper, as though to drown out his protests, you barked, “What else, Lady Kryze?”

Bo-Katan offered you a solemn nod of silent acceptance, telling you without words that she understood, and then plowed onward, saying, “Our party will be the misdirection. Once we draw a crowd, you – ” She looked sharply up at Din, her proud, pointed chin jutting upward at him in a gesture that dared defiance. “ – you slip through the shadows, get the kid.”

“Those Dark Troopers? They’re gonna be a real skank in the scud pie,” Cara quipped.

Shab, the Dark Troopers. Yet another reason why bringing you aboard was a terrible decision. But it seemed the rest of the group was content to move forward as Fennec mused, “Their bay is on the way to the brig. Can he make it there before they deploy?”

The question was directed at Dr. Pershing, who seemed to weigh his response before replying, “It’s possible.”

“Here.” Fennec produced a silver data stick from a pocket on the inside of her jacket, holding it out to him. “Take his code cylinder and seal off their holding bay. Anyone else, we can handle.”

Fennec could, no doubt. Cara, too. And of course, Bo-Katan and Koska were Mandalorian-trained. He knew their capabilities as well as he knew his own. Each of them could handle any enemy they encountered – he was certain of it.

But you…

Oblivious to his internal turmoil, Bo-Katan nodded once, seemingly content with the current plan. “We’ll meet at the bridge,” she said, a note of finality ringing through her tone, and Din released a heavy sigh. That was it then. You were going, and no one else was going to protest it.

Glancing back over his shoulder, the bounty hunter met your gaze through his visor. Your jaw was set so hard it was nearly twitching, and your bright eyes burned fiercely in the dim light of the holoprojector. You were livid, and there would be hell to pay the next time the two of you were alone.

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After finalizing a handful of remaining details, the party scattered, left to their own pursuits until the scheduled rendezvous time the next day. Almost immediately, you jumped back into your sparring session with Fennec, which had been interrupted by the arrival of Bo-Katan and Koska. This left Din with little opportunity to take you aside, to confront the conflict that he was certain was brewing on the horizon, to ask you not to go. He wasn’t discouraged, however. He was certain there would be other occasions for the two of you to talk between then and tomorrow morning.

However, it wasn’t until hours later, when most of the crew had chosen to retire to their bunks for the night, that he was finally able to speak with you in private. All afternoon, you seemed to find task after tasks to keep you occupied – finishing your training with Fennec, chatting with Boba in the cockpit, disappearing down a maintenance hatch for ages (since when was Boba allowing you to work on his ship?), eating dinner in the makeshift mess with Cara, locking yourself in the ‘fresher for a particularly long sonic shower. If Din didn’t know better, he would think you were avoiding him.

When you finally entered your shared bunk, he was there waiting for you. Your hair was long, clean, and loose around your shoulders, and you had left yourself haphazardly dressed for the climb up from the ‘fresher – boilersuit unzipped, boots untied, scarf dangling from one of your rear pockets like a flag in the breeze. The privacy you could achieve on Boba’s Firespray was minimal, but it wasn’t non-existent, and you had clearly gotten comfortable with everyone on board over the last few weeks. Still, you made the effort to shut the bar-crossed cell door behind you when you caught sight of him sitting on the bed, elbows on his thighs.

You did not greet him, did not cross the narrow room to stand between his spread knees, did not pull him into your arms as you had each night since he had started sharing your bed again. Instead, you simply offered him a limp half-smile of acknowledgement and began shedding your outer layers for sleep.

Taking his cue from you, Din stood and removed his breastplate, pauldrons, and thigh armor in silence. It was the compromise you had insisted upon – he could keep his flight suit, his helmet, even his vambraces and gloves. But the armor on the front half of him, the part that would touch your skin as he wrapped his body around yours in sleep, that was to be left on the floor. Had he been traveling alone, he would have been perfectly content to keep his armor on at all hours, even through sleep. Sharing a single-width mattress with another human in full armor had proven challenging, however, so he was willing to concede to your request for the sake of your comfort.

Now, though, based on your behavior, he wondered whether the bed would remain chilly with or without the addition of the beskar.  

Clad in only your breast band and underwear, you slipped into the bed first, sliding under the thin gray blanket, rolling onto your side, and facing the bulkhead. Silent. Cold. Final.

Din sighed as a pang of hurt pulsed through his chest. He had no wish to fight with you. Perhaps…if he could make you understand…

“Cyar’ika,” he murmured, keeping his voice low so that his words would not travel to the other crew members, who were settling in for sleep mere feet away in their own bunks. “Cyar’ika, look at me.”  

“Just come get in bed, Din,” you muttered back, your face still turned to the wall. “We have a big day tomorrow – we need to rest.”

The bounty hunter sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and twisted so he could look at you, even if you refused to turn toward him. His knee pressed into the small of your back like this, his shin cushioned by the plush curve of your ass, and even just that small amount of contact had his heartrate slowing, the ache in his ribs easing. For a man who had gone for so much of his life without touch, he hungered for it with you, and simply having you close made even the dark, looming cloud of this conversation feel more manageable.

Releasing a heavy breath, the sound crackling through his helmet, he rasped, “I don’t like the idea of you joining the boarding party, ner kar’ta.”

You scoffed softly, and the vibration of it traveled into his body through his knee. “I know you don’t. You made that very clear in the navigation room. In front of the whole team.”

“Do you fault me for wanting to keep you safe? After everything that’s happened, everything that’s happened to you when you try to get involved, do you blame me for wanting to keep you away from it all?”

His question was met with silence, then a reluctant sigh. “I don’t fault you for wanting to keep me safe. I fault you for treating me like a child, like someone you’re obligated to look after in front of…” You paused, the words stuck in your throat, voice thick with emotion as it dropped to a whisper that he had to lean in to hear properly. “…in front of all those other women. Your peers. Your friends. How do you think that makes me look to them?”

The Mandalorian paused, a shadow of guilt passing over him at your words. He supposed…he hadn’t thought about it like that. Hadn’t considered it at all. In fact, the idea that you might be comparing yourself to someone like Fennec or Cara, like Bo-Katan or Koska and somehow finding yourself wanting would never have occurred to him. How could it, when you were so singularly brilliant? So effortlessly intelligent, so uncommonly kind?

Gently, tentatively, Din reached out a hand to settle on your bare shoulder. He ran the pad of his thumb across the joint in a soothing gesture. “Cyare – ”

You shook your head, as though his touch had startled you out of your thoughts, and you continued, “It doesn’t matter anyway. The boarding party will never make it past the launch bay if they don’t have someone overriding the security protocols. I have to go. It’s the only way.”

The bounty hunter weighed his words carefully for a moment before responding. “Could you teach Marshal Dune the override sequence? Or Fennec?”

“I could,” you shrugged, jostling his hand, knocking it from your body. “But it’s complex. And if the Imps start modifying the algorithm on the fly to try to lock us out, I’ll have no way to guide them through it. If I stay behind, the second Boba jumps to hyperspace, you all will be on your own. It’s too much of a risk.”

Too much of a risk? What was too much of a risk was you stepping foot on that cruiser. A hot rush of frustration flashed up the back of Din’s neck as he growled, “I don’t think you fully appreciate how dangerous this is going to be.”

That was finally enough to get you to look at him.

Spinning around in a flurry of long hair and tangled blankets, you flipped onto your other side and glared up at him. “Don’t I? We’ve traveled across half the galaxy gathering a crew of some of the most…terrifying people I’ve ever met to take this on,” you hissed. “We’ve got, what…four Mandalorians now? An ex-Rebel dropper? An assassin? I am very well aware of what we’re walking into.”

“And you think you’re ready for that?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, and Din tried not to allow his gaze to drop to the way it propped up your soft, full tits, only barely covered now by your breastband. “Honestly? No, I don’t know that I am! But I do know that this? This is something I can do.” Jabbing a finger at him, poking into his thigh, you added, “And you need me on this one, Din. This is what I’m good at. Plus, Cara and Fennec will be with me, and I know that neither of them would ever let anything happen to me. I guess I don’t know much about Bo-Katan or Koska yet, but…they seem competent?”

He nodded reluctantly. “They are.”

“Okay, then.” Loosing a tense, frustrated sigh, you rolled onto your back, forcing his knee to press into the dip of your waist now as you stared at the ceiling. “You must…trust all of them, right? I don’t think you would have asked them to come on this mission if you didn’t trust them.”

“I do. I trust them with my life.”

“Okay!” With a firm grip, you gathered one of his hands into both of your own, holding onto him in a way that felt like a plea. “Then trust them with mine.”

“Your life is far more precious to me than my own, cyare.”

Your gaze snapped to his, and you hit him with a quirked-brow, deadpan expression. “You’re ridiculous,” you said seriously, and Din couldn’t hold back a gruff burst of laughter. The sound prompted the smallest smirk from you, and then you were joining him in his laughter, your low chuckles mingling with his own in a way that felt deeply intimate in the close, quiet air of the shared bunk.

After a moment of this levity, he threaded his fingers through yours and relented. “Fine. But I still don’t like it.”

You offered him a wry smile and dropped a kiss onto the back of his hand. “You don’t have to like it. But you do have to let me do whatever I can to help get our boy back. I know the risks. You have to trust me to make my own choices.”

Silently, the bounty hunter nodded. You were right, of course. He couldn’t force you to stay behind. And he certainly couldn’t find fault with your desire to do your part to rescue Grogu. Were he in your position, he would do the same. But you were also right in that he didn’t have to like it. He only hoped he would be able to keep his wits about him tomorrow when it came time to execute the plan. You would be boarding separately, fighting separately, but he couldn’t afford to be distracted by thoughts of you and your safety. The stakes were too high; Grogu was counting on him.

Content to leave things as they were for now, Din laid down beside you on the mattress, tucking his arm under the thin pillow and pressing in close. It was the only way for the both of you to sleep on such a narrow surface, but he hardly minded. The two of you had had such little time to enjoy one another, to grow accustomed to your newfound intimacy before your lives had been thrown upside down, and now you spent nearly every minute of every day surrounded by other people. Any opportunity he could take to feel the warmth of your skin, the softness of your body, the strength of your hands – he would take it.

“When this is all over…” he sighed, slipping his hand under the blanket to caress the small of your back, “I want to take you to meet the naur’alor.” You looked up into his visor with a question in your eyes. “She is…or I suppose she was the head of my covert. She’s my Tribe’s armorer, our spiritual leader.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Of course. I’d be honored.” There was surprise in your voice, as well as a note of reverence that had his heart clenching behind his ribs.

If he had ever been uncertain, if he had ever questioned, those words were enough to quell his doubts, and you didn’t even understand the significance of what you had just agreed to. You simply wished to know him, to understand his culture, his roots, the people in his life that were important to him. To you, it was a pure thing, an easy thing, and it made Din’s heart swell with love for you.

“I plan to ask for her blessing. I…want you to be mine in truth.”

Under his palm, he felt your breathing stop for a moment, felt your fingers dig into the fabric of his flight suit.

“Din. What are you saying?” you whispered.

With slow, gentle precision, he dragged his hand from the small of your back to the curve of your cheek. He brushed your hair back from your face, mourning the barrier of his leather gloves between you, wishing he could feel the texture of the strands beneath his fingertips, and then he cupped your jaw in his palm to bring your forehead to his.

“I would have you wear the sigil of my clan so that everyone we meet will know that you are under my protection,” he explained. “Other Mandalorians would no longer see you as aruetti. You would be Mando’ad – a child of Mandalore, like me. Like Grogu.”

You were trembling now, little tremors traveling from your body to his. “You want me to…be Mandalorian?”

“I want you to be my riduur. My…wife.”

All of the air in your lungs seemed to leave you in a rush, and Din watched as your eyes began to glisten in the low light. Tears welled along your lash line, the tip of his thumb there to brush them away before they could fall.

“Really?” you asked, the sound strained and tight with emotion.

He was certain you would be able to hear the smile in his voice, feel the softness of his gaze even with his helmet between you. His own heart racing, he nodded. “Not right away. I want to take my time with you, court you properly. After I have…proven myself a worthy partner, I’ll ask you to take the riduurok – the marriage agreement. And at that time, you can tell me whether you wish to spend your life with me at your side.”

Pressing yourself as close to him as you could manage, you nodded urgently. The bridge of your nose knocked into the bottom edge of his helmet as you whimpered, “Din, I already know my answer.” More tears spilled over your cheeks and tracked toward the pillow tucked under your head.

The bounty hunter dropped his hand from your cheek and instead pressed his index finger against your plump, trembling lips. Stars, you were so beautiful, he could scarcely stand it. “Don’t say it yet, mesh’la.” His voice was closer to a growl now as he desperately tried to keep himself quiet, not ready for his words to travel any further than the slip of air between his face and yours. “Taylir bic o’r gar kar’ta. Hold it in your heart. So that when I ask, you know for certain.”

You drew your lower lip between your teeth, “okay” whispered in the quiet, so faint that he could barely hear it. With a little whine, you pressed your forehead harder against his, this time smushing your nose against his visor in a move that startled a chuckle out of him. It was like you were trying to press your way through the beskar, as if you could phase through the layers of metal and electronics if you simply tried hard enough.

“I wish I could kiss you,” you murmured, and Din couldn’t hold back his laughter. Had he ever met anyone as sweet as you? You made him yearn for a life he never thought he would have – a soft life, a comfortable life, a life filled with gentle touches and bright laughter, witty banter and hot kisses.

“I wish I could kiss you, too, cyar’ika.”

“You sure you can’t take your helmet off here?” You dropped a kiss, just a single press of your lips, onto his visor, and the sight of your mouth so near had Din digging his fingers into your hips. “You can blindfold me again, I don’t mind.”

With another breathy burst of laughter, the bounty hunter tucked his face into the crook of your neck. “I know. I promise, ner kar’ta. The minute it’s safe, you’ll get as many kisses as you can handle.”

“Good.” Arms snaking around his neck, your hands came up to cradle the back of his helmet, palms pressed flat to the reflective surface. “I’ll hold you to that.”

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Note: Right now, this is looking like it will shake out to be about 25-ish chapters in total, so we are nearing the end, friends! I hope you enjoy getting to see how this saga comes to a close!

[arabellasbootss]

I know you’ve got the moves

alex turner x reader ( taotu era )

warnings: smut, p in v, oral sex ( f receiving )

word count: 2,635

You had been looking forward to this day for weeks, your best friend recently got you two some tickets to go see The Last Shadow Puppets at your local arena. You had been the one to introduce your friend to their music, and she loved them, but not nearly as much as you did so it was safe to say that you were looking forward to it more than she was.

“Do I look okay?” you turn to ask your friend, you had opted for some black knee high boots, a short black mini skirt and a matching black velvet top, paired with a red leather jacket. “You look amazing, maybe you’ll catch some cute guys attention huh?” she laughs.

You could only smile, *in your dreams* you thought. If anything you thought she had a better chance of finding someone to go home with tonight, she looked terrific as always. You had always felt that way though, like you were just her shadow, nothing more, nothing less.

You and her had arrived just as the opening act was finishing off, and only around 5 minutes afterwards, your friend began shaking you to look, and sure enough Alex Turner and Miles Kane were walking onto the stage, you blushed hard when you saw Alex, you had always had a crush on him, since you first found out about the monkeys. You had a pretty good view of his gorgeous face too, since you were just about at the barricade.

Alex introduced himself and Miles before they started playing the first song, you recognised it straight away, The Age of the Understatement, you danced around for a bit, staring up at Alex as he sang passionately, then, you noticed he was staring straight back at you. Of course, your friend noticed too.

“Holy shit Turner is totally checking you out!” she smacks your arm playfully, you laughed, *no way* you just kept dancing along, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. The gig slowly came to a close. By then you were sure that your mascara and eyeliner was running, you were a mess.

“Wanna go for a drink before we head back?” your friend asks you, dragging you in that direction already, making you feel like you really didn’t have a choice either way, so you complied, nodding your head. You were exhausted after all the screaming, dancing, people pushing you around. If you were being honest you’d rather just go home and relax at that point.

When you arrived at the pub, you headed over and got your usual, vodka and coke. Simple, but it did the job. You looked around for your friend but she was nowhere to be seen, that was until you saw her dancing with some guy. Knowing what she was like, you knew she wasn’t planning on sticking with you at all and would probably wind up home with him doing god knows what.

You sat at the bar miserably, you had a great night, you just wished you weren’t left on your own seeing as it was her idea to drag you two to go get a drink afterwards. You heard a voice behind you. a thick Yorkshire accent booming through your ears, “Anyone sitting ‘ere love?” the voice asked. Shivers ran down your spine, *it couldn’t be*. You turned around, *oh but it could be.* Your heart was doing somersaults inside of you, Alex fucking Turner was standing in front of you for crying out loud.

“Oh um..” You thought about telling him that your friend was here but then thought best not to, after all you didn’t even know if she was or not. “No, nobody’s sitting here” you gave him a small smile. He happily sat down beside you, looking you dead in the eye. “What you got there?” he says just above a whisper, eyeing your drink. “Vodka and coke, it’s my favourite” he smiles at you and scoots closer, “Saw you at the gig y’know? looked like you were having fun” you blush, hard.

“Oh yeah, It was great, you both have a real talent” you say, immediately wanting to kick yourself in the head, way to make yourself sound like a stupid fangirl. Well, you were but that’s not the point. He laughed, noticing your nervousness. You almost felt as if he were a bit cocky, you couldn’t blame him, but still.

“Thank you… so uh what’s your name?” he asks you, you tell him your name and he repeats it softly. You like the way it sounds, the way it rolls off his tongue softly yet with his thick accent. “That’s beautiful, suits you… I’m Al by the way” he mutters at the end, figuring you already knew but he didn’t know for sure, and didn’t want to assume so he shared it with you.

“Nice to meet you Al” you two start talking about everything and nothing, and turns out you both have the exact same taste in music, which sparked an interesting, hour long conversation about it, debating whether Blur or Oasis is better and different songs you both grew up listening to. You felt comfortable around him now, as if you two had known eachother for years. The bartender walked up to you both and explained that the bar was closing soon. You checked the time, 2 AM. Where had all those hours gone?

Sadness filled you as you realised you wouldn’t speak to Alex again, and most likely would never see him again. He looked at you, trying to read your expressions, but nothing, you stared blankly at your hands and got up. “I- uh I was wondering if maybe you wanna come back to my hotel? Nothing weird just so we can keep talking, I think you’re pretty interesting y’know” he almost whispers, not meeting your gaze. No way he was shy?

“I would like that Al, a lot” you give him a warm smile in hopes to calm his nerves. His shoulders dropped, letting the breath he was holding in out. You grabbed his arm, interlinking it with yours as you two walked, feeling a sudden boost in confidence. He laughed softly and grabbed your arm just as tight, never letting go once.

By the time you were both back at the hotel your hands were grasping eachother’s tightly, and your head rested on his shoulder. It was around a 20 minute walk so you got comfortable. You didn’t feel nervous around him at all anymore, you felt like he was your best friend by now. “It’s the third floor darling” he whispers softly as he leads you to the elevator.

Once you were in his room you sat on the bed looking up at him, feeling your nerves slowly creep back up. “Make yourself comfortable, you want summat to drink?” You shake your head no. He sits beside you on the bed, the silence was deafening. *Why was it so awkward now?* you gulped. “So uh.. do you wanna watch a movie maybe?” he asks you, “sure”

You two decide on a movie and he kicks his shoes off, inviting you to do the same. You discard your jacket while you’re at it and get back on the bed beside him. You thought about making a move but figured best not. After all he had a life to get back to soon, and he also probably wasn’t into you like that. Alex scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You felt your cheeks heat up and you snuggled up close to him.

As you both sat in a comfortable silence you started debating whether or not you should just go for it.. it was risky but he was really great and you liked him a lot. Luckily enough he slowly pulled you into him resting your head on his shoulder. He called out your name, to which you lift your head up to look at him.

“Can i do something?” he whispers, a faint pink painting his cheeks. Your heart began racing, praying on everything out there that he was about to do what you had been waiting for all night.

Your wishes indeed came true, once he saw your nod of approval he slowly grabbed your chin to turn your face to his and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft, and he tasted amazing. You never wanted to pull apart.

He slowly pulled away as you two ran out of breath, you began giggling to yourself out of utter nervousness, and he smiled at you before joining in. “Sorry i kind of just sprung that on you I’ve been wanting to do it since the start of the night I just- I dunno you intimidated me a bit”

You couldn’t believe your ears, *you intimidated him? huh?* gaining a new feeling of confidence, you grabbed his face again and kissed him again, slowly tangling your hands in his fluffy hair, scooting yourself to sit in his lap. He seemed to enjoy this as a low whimper left his lips when your hips met.

You bit his lip softly making him whine and you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like heaven, a taste of alcohol and cigarettes on his lips but you loved it. Alex started to get riled up the more you two made out, pushing his hips into yours for a moment before pulling back and apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that I just-“ you cut him off by kissing him roughly and grinding down onto him harder than he did before. “fuck” he pants as you continue your movements. “Are you sure you wanna keep going?” he whispers and you nod, “Only if I’m in control” you smirk at him and he nods quickly.

He wasn’t used to not being the one in control but he thought it was so hot that you had openly said that to him, and he also wanted to know what it would be like. You had no idea what had taken over you, only a few hours ago you were petrified at even speaking to this man and now you wanted to fuck him.

“You wanna make me feel good first hm?” you say quietly. Alex urgently flips you over and kisses your neck roughly, definitely leaving marks. He slowly moves himself downwards, taking off items of clothing as he went. Once he was done he sat up and admired your body.

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous” he blushed at your naked body lying before him, hair sprawled over the pillow. You had to admit, it did make you nervous that The Alex Turner was saying all this to you but you still wanted to be in control.

“Cmon puppy, i know you wanna make me feel good” He blushes at that, and spreads your thighs apart. blushing wildly at the sight before him. Placing kisses on your inner thighs, you shiver at the feeling.

“Oh my God” you moan as he places a sloppy kiss on your clit before sucking it in his mouth. He slowly starts kitten licking you from your entrance to your clit and then stopping to lap up your wetness.

“Taste so good princess” he mumbles before licking you again. After a couple of minutes he brings his fingers to your entrance, pushing them in and curling them upwards. You squeal at the sensation of his hot tongue and nose brushing your clit as his fingers work you too.

He seems happy with your reaction and hums into your pussy as you pull his hair roughly. After a few minutes of his face buried between your thighs you feel the knot in your stomach come loose.

“Alex oh my god” you whimpered and moaned while he made sure to drink up every tiny bit of your sweetness, before climbing back on top of you and kissing you sweetly. “Best pussy ever” he whispers into your ear, you almost laughed at his attempt at dirty talk but it still worked, making you feel ready again.

You flip him over so you’re back on top and unbutton his shirt and pants, sliding them off. He grabs at your breasts, staring at them. “Eyes up here Al, and paws off puppy” you slap his hand away making him apologise profusely.

“Want me to ride you baby?” you hold his face in your hands, staring into his doe eyes. “Please…” he whispers in response.

“C’mon you can beg better than that can’t you?” you smirk at him as he cheeks turn rosy. “Please want you to ride me so bad momma I need it please” *Momma?* you thought to yourself, *why did that turn you on so much?*

You palmed him roughly through his boxers, he was fucking huge. A small moan falls from his lips as you take his cock out from his boxers. Your mouth salivated as you stroked him slowly. Painfully slow.

“Please don’t tease me” he says under his breath. “You ready?” he nods furiously in response and you align him with your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him and bite your lip to try not to wince at how much he stretched you out.

“Fuck you feel perfect, like heaven” he groans once you’re fully sinked down. Slowly, you began to move up and down on him, locking your eyes with him the entire time. The room was filled with filthy sounds; your hips slamming together, the dirty noises spilling from both of your mouths and the sound of your wetness sliding up and down his cock.

“Alex you’re so big puppy, love it so much” you praise him as he whimpers and whines. “Not gonna last long baby” he chokes out and you begin to grind back and forth and up and down even faster. “You wanna cum for me hm? you’re gonna have to wait for me” you moan as he grabs your breasts and starts kissing and licking them.

Not long after, you felt the knot in your stomach ready to become undone. “Al baby you gonna cum for me?” you pant out as he nods eagerly. You grip his shoulders and moan loudly into his ear, biting the skin under it to muffle your noises. He whimpers as he fills you up, holding you tightly.

“Oh my god” you pant as you come down from your high, holding his face in your hands, you kiss all over his face and slowly get off of his lap lying down next to him. You feel your shyness creeping back up as you pull the blanket over yourself and him. Alex wraps his arms around your waist pulling you so you lay on his chest.

“That were fuckin’ amazing darling” he whispers before kissing your head, stroking your arm up and down softly. “Yeah it was” you laugh quietly looking up at him. “I’ll leave in a minute just give me a sec” you say.

Alex looks at you, puzzled. “I- um, if you want to leave then do but I was kinda hoping you’d spend the night I dunno..” he trails off and you smile at him, “Okay”, “Okay?” he asks and you nod putting your head back onto his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Can I take you out tomorrow? I was thinking lunch maybe” he asks. You think about it for a second before agreeing. “I’d like that Al, a lot” He grins to himself before slowly drifting off, you hear his quiet snores and heartbeat in your ear.

You couldn’t be more surprised at how the night had went but you were happy to fall asleep beside Alex, thinking about how tomorrow would go.

this isn’t proof read at all and also my first time writing in years so sorry if it’s awful 😭

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Stuff i like

Anyone has some good stories without the smut? I don't care about the fandom

Whump :

[tw choking, manhandling, captivity, stockholm syndrome, masochistic whumpee]

Vampire x human whumpee (A centuries old vampire takes in a mortal bloodbag as a gift from his maker. )

some Stockholm

what's best

giving information

Two Weeks of Whump Masterpost

The Scry Masterlist

Clove Masterlist

The Scry

🩸 Kane & Jim Masterlist🩸

Blood catalase

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old bones

The Promise

White moves first pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

Bruises

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JJK :

defiance masterlist | king!sukuna x servant!reader by @yenayaps

moments in twilight (sukuna basically in love)

Yuuta x reader (basically yuuta is like a yandere but reader is okay with it, literally the best one I've read I LOVE IT)

Haunted (toji x reader)

synopsis in which satoru really needed to start reading the gc more often. solves a lot.

tell me about love (show me how) | gojo satoru

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ PROF. GETO'S CLASS IS SO HARD, BUT HE'S SO HOT!! ❞. Pt.2

AURORA BOREALIS GREEN

Bad Habit (hitman!tōji fushiguro x reader | 17k) (this THIS 😻😻😻)

Say yes to heaven (gojo)

Beat of my heart pt.2 (college au - drummer! gojo x psychology major! reader)

Shameless (king to be gojo x f! Servant)

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! (Gojo)

Taking what's not yours (bully gojo) masterlist pt.1

Jjk fanfics

𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Sukuna and His Goddess Waifu (i love the wife)

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Hero, villain and stuff :

Protective ( villain x villain stuff, Supervillain swoops in to help them out of their misery )

Hero x villain (hero has wings and she's basically a monster)

Some romantic hero x villain 😏

Hero x medic

Bodily Responses

"I love you."

Hero got amnesia

Mutually Assured Destruction (DAAMAMMMNNNNN EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ IT)

Hero has amnesia from an injury Villain caused. Guilty, Villain took them in until their memory returns

A Good Roommate Is Hard To Find pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Kidnapped by the Boss pt.6

First meeting (dork villain and hero)

Sweet dreams : pt.1 pt.10

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Masterlists :

@treasuringizu masterlist

Watercolorfreckles masterlist

Masterlist of oddsconvert (whumpee stuff)

Masterlist of thepenultimatword

Jazz's Master List

Neptunsopening

arealphrooblem masterlist

im-a-wonderling's masterlist

treasuringizu's masterlist

maxrspeaks's masterlist

Pick your player

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Mixte1963 :

Joseph Descamps x Michel pt.2 pt.3 (it's on Ao3 ) A Mixte 1963/Voltaire High fanfiction about Michèle Magnan and Joseph Descamps

Joseph Descamps x reader

I don't know

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BNHA :

Deku × reader (ok so deku is a pro hero famous and stuff but he's lonely and needs a partner, meets reader and decides to date her but reader is a thief. I won't die peacefully unless there's a pt 2)

Katsuki x reader (divorced, it's Christmas)

He hadn't meant to fall in love. (Katsuki x reader)

Shigaraki being touched starved

Love like a ghost (shigaraki x reader)

Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader

Touya x reader

vitality : pt.1

Accidental Boyfriend (tomura x reader)

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Denji with a Codependent gf!

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Some stuff I didn't read yet

Hmm1

Hmm2

"creature of myth."

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Stuff I'm reading right now (not finished)

College sukuna pt.5

Not just anybody list

no rest for the wicked (mafia lord!sukuna x maid!reader) p.1

The arrangement pt.1

Jealous best friend sukuna

Snowed in

The devil's hour

https://www.tumblr.com/lemonlover1110/751955764778778625/%F0%9D%90%81%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%9D%F0%9D%90%AC-%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%9F-%F0%9D%90%85%F0%9D%90%AB%F0%9D%90%AE%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%A7?source=share

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Truck diver ellie x serial killer redear

[toxicanonymity]

Would you ever write dark for Oscar Isaac characters? Or do you just write Pedro? Just asking because there’s a lot of overlap in the fandoms, no pressure I love your writing very much

Thank you! I'm a multifandom slut and write at the whim of my inspiration, although I do tend to fixate. As for writing dark, it's good if a canon character has some base darkness to build on, even a glimpse.

First thing that came to mind for Oscar 🥲

Annihilation

Kane x f!reader x shimmer!Kane

whether they take turns or pack it in, one way or another, they annihilate reader's pussy 💦