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lomlhwa · 3 months

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get out of my head (c.yj)

pairing: soulmate!yeonjun x soulmate!reader

preview: when you turn 18, you can hear your soulmate's voice in your head. you have to work to find each other, no matter the distance.

tags/warnings: fem reader, ITALICS IS YEONJUN IN READER'S HEAD + BOLD IS READER TALKING BACK TO YEONJUN, lots of dirty talk, monster cock!yeonjun (it's me, what do you expect), oral (m.receiving), face fucking, crying, pussy slapping, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 1.6k

song recs for this fic: yes, and? by ariana grande, 3d by jungkook, nonesense by sabrina carpenter

a/n: hey guys.... it's been a long time T-T hope you didn't forget about me. this is my first time writing a fic in a WHILE. hope you like it and i hope to post more maybe idk

“3! 2! 1! happy birthday!” your friends cry out at midnight on your birthday. you blow out the glowing candles on your birthday cake eagerly. you make a silent wish for your soulmate to be hot.

your friends look at you expectantly. “has he said anything?” one of them says. you shake your head. your brain is still dead silent. no soulmate talking to you. “it is literally midnight, so he could be sleeping,” you shrug. your friends murmur among themselves as you slink down your chair.

“hellooo? anyone there yet?” a male voice appears in your head and you jump at the sound. your friends look at you concerned. “hello?” you sit in silence for a moment again, your friends remain unmoving. “fucking finally. took you long enough to turn 18.” you laugh and your friends relax.

“he sounds pretty,” you say to your friends. they shake their heads. you’re the last one out of your friends to turn 18, therefore you’re the last one to hear your soulmate. your friends have been with their soulmates for months at this point.

“my bad, i have a late birthday,” you respond to the voice in your head. your friends disperse through your house to let you talk to your soulmate for a few moments.

“what’s your name? mine’s yeonjun. are you pretty? where do you live” you chew on your bottom lip while you listen to him talk to you. “my name is y/n,” your leg bounces as you answer the first question. “my friends think i’m pretty,” you add.

you stay silent, debating if you should tell him exactly where you live or just the general area. saying you live ‘around seoul’ is too broad though. “well? where do you live?” you shake your head and just decide to give him the general area.

“i live in busan.”

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you stand outside a cafe nervously checking your phone every minute. you’re waiting for yeonjun. you’re meeting your soulmate. how terrifying.

“i’m almost there. are you outside?” you jump when his voice rings out in your head. you’re still not used to having a whole other person in your head.

“yeah, i’m just waiting,” you lean against the wall behind you and observe your surroundings. yeonjun picked a really cute cafe to meet at. you watch as people walk mindlessly past you.

you look down at your phone until you hear yeonjun’s voice again. “what color are you wearing?” you look down at your outfit before replying. “pink.”

before you can say anything else, you feel a presence in front of you. you look up and make eye contact with one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. he gives you a smile that lights up his entire face.

“y/n.” it’s his voice. it’s his voice but outside your head. he’s in front of you. your mouth hangs agape as you realize this beautiful man is your soulmate. you flatten your hair and smooth out your outfit before you speak. “yeonjun.”

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before you know it, you’re back at his place with your back crashed against his front door. your date didn’t last long. he wanted you as soon as he saw you.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” his lips are attached to yours. being able to speak to each other telepathically really comes in handy when your mouth is otherwise occupied.

his hands grip your hips and guide them to grind against him. he groans into your mouth. you can feel his hardening length through his jeans. it’s huge.

“are you big?” you feel him smile against your lips at the question.

he grabs your hand and drags you towards his bedroom. “does the pretty girl wanna find out?” yeonjun says before pushing you down onto his bed. he stands between your legs, just looking at you. your face turns bright red under his dominant gaze. he’s basically fucking you with his eyes.

“shirt.” his voice is commanding and you find your hands moving with a mind of their own to take your shirt off. you throw it on the floor next to his bed. you’re left in your pretty white bra and your pretty pink skirt.

“fuck, so pretty,” his voice in your head makes you blush. he hasn’t even touched you yet and your panties are practically soaked through.

he trails his big hands up your thighs, lifting your skirt in the process. he licks his lips at the sight of your soaked panties. he runs his long index finger over the wet patch, causing your hips to jerk.

“you’re soaked. i haven’t even done anything, baby.” yeonjun’s tone is full of fake pity.

out of nowhere, he grabs you by the hips and forces you onto the floor. you’re on your knees in front of him. the tent in his pants is massive and you can tell that it probably feels unbearable.

he undoes his belt and pulls his jeans down to his knees. he pulls his boxers down the same length and his cock flies out. it almost smacks you in the face. you look at it in pure shock. how is this natural?

“suck,” he orders. your jaw falls open and you welcome his length into your mouth. you take it slow and steady to try and prep your throat for his monster cock. you can tell that he’s getting impatient within just a few moments.

“please let me fuck your mouth, pretty girl.” the question sets something off in you and you feel like you would do anything for him. you stop all your ministrations and go limp. “do it.”

yeonjun gathers all your hair into a ponytail and uses it to move your head back and forth. you open your throat as much as you can but you could never manage to take all of him. there’s just too much.

his hips snap to meet the movements his making with your head. you cough and choke around him. saliva drips out of your mouth and onto the floor, creating a puddle. your eyes water and threaten to ruin your makeup.

you look up at him with teary eyes and you can tell that he’s close, even through your blurry vision. “cum down my throat, jjunie.” your words in his head mixed with your teary gaze causes him to finish almost immediately. you choke a final time before he pulls out and watches you swallow.

he lifts you off the ground with a foreign softness compared to his length in your throat. he lays you down and wastes no time in removing your panties. he leaves your skirt and bra, finding them particularly cute.

he forces your legs apart to full take in your glistening pussy. he runs his palm over it before bringing his hand down and slapping it. you squeak, jerking back. your pussy continues to drip, so he does it again.

“jun, please, need you,” you whine. your legs close to try and keep him from bringing his hand down again. tears well in your eyes out of the desperate need for pleasure. your core is throbbing.

yeonjun pries your knees apart and settles between your thighs, his cock brushing your core. “are you ready, baby? can you take it?” your eyes flicker down to his member, slight fear coursing through you. you nod hesitantly.

he brings his hand down to stroke himself before lining up with your weeping hole. “deep breaths pretty girl.” he pushes his cock in slowly, inch by inch. the stretch is painfully intoxicating. your eyes cross as he bottoms out.

“baby, breathe,” yeonjun says. you had been holding your breath while he pushed into you. you breathe sharply, trying to keep yourself from falling apart on his cock immediately.

“please, move jjunie,” you beg. you dig your nails into his forearms as he pulls all the way out and slams back in, balls slapping against your ass. you choke out a moan, throwing your head back into his pillow.

“you suck me in so beautifully,” his voice rings out in your mind through the buzz of pleasure. you look at him to find his mouth slightly open, whines of pleasure escaping. his sweaty hair hangs over his eyes deliciously. you could cum just from seeing him like this.

you clench around him, pleasure building up quickly. his fast pace thrusting into you has your mind going numb. you remove your hands from his forearms and grab him by the hair, forcing his lips to yours. he meets you in a feverish kiss, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“i’m gonna cum, please fill me up jun,” you run your tongue over his bottom lip as he nods in acknowledgement. you wrap your legs around his waist as he uses your hole to get off.

your arms fall limp on the bed by your head and yeonjun takes the opportunity to hold your hands with his. he intertwines his fingers with yours in an attempt to ground himself.

“c-cum-” you stutter as your walls close in on him for a final time before you hit your high. he finishes immediately after you, your clenching becoming too much for him. his hips stutter and he lets out a high pitched whine as he spurts white hot cum into you.

you pant, trying to catch your breath. you squeeze his hands gently. he collapses onto you, nuzzling his face into your neck. you brush your hair out of your face, finding that it’s sticking to your forehead.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers before kissing your neck gently. you giggle, biting your swollen bottom lip.

“my perfect soulmate.”

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worldlxvlys · 3 months

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can u make a fic a lot like this cola but instead of the reader using their safe word they just take it. i love love love your writing btw!! 💗

dress

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: whewwww chile smut (don’t read if you don’t like), oral (fem receiving), semi-public sex, squirting, p in v

a/n: ok so this is based off of these texts, you can read if you want :)

this is the fic anon is referring to: cola

hope you enjoy <333

(reader texts= italics , chris texts= bold)

what would you do if i popped a tit?

what.

maybe i should give this guy next to me a peek

chris stood across the room, eyes on his phone. when he looked up, i glared at him, taking a hand off of my phone to toy with the strap of my dress.

stop.

maybe i should pull my dress up a little.

since, according to you, my ass is practically hanging out.

whats the difference anyway?

i moved my hand to my thigh, pushing my dress up slightly.

this shit isn’t funny.

i continued to glare at him from my seat on the barstool.

i’m not laughing.

i’m serious.

look at me.

he looked up from his phone for a brief moment. i titled my head at him, willing him to keep testing me.

does it look like i’m joking?

maybe i should spread my legs for him.

ask him to help me out.

as soon as he received that message, his head snapped up.

i moved my legs apart slightly, not enough to show anything, but enough to get the message across.

his jaw clenched.

you need to stop.

stop staring and do something about it then.

i raised my eyebrows at him, daring him to do something.

you asked for it ma.

by the time i finished reading his message and picking my head up, chris was already taking long strides towards me.

before i even realized what was happening, he had grabbed my arm and pulled me to the nearest empty hallway.

he pushed my hip against the wall, bringing his face so close to mine that ours noses bumped into each others.

“are you seriously that fucking desperate?” he asked, looking back and forth between my eyes.

“pop a tit.” he said.

my eyes widened, jaw falling open.

“what?” i asked, looking at him as though he was crazy.

“pop. a fucking. tit.” he growled at me.

“chris, anyone could walk by”

“you had no problems doing it for that random dude, let’s go pretty girl” i just blinked at him.

“unless you want me to bring you back to him. do you need an audience, princess?” he asked condescendingly.

without another word, i brought my hand up to the same strap i was playing with earlier, now pulling it down.

he didn’t waist a second in moving the fabric of the dress down, just below my tit.

he gave it a lick and blew on it, the cool air making it harden.

“better be quiet baby, the echoes in this hall travel pretty far” he said before pushing his face into my chest, licking and sucking on my nipple.

i gasped, trying to suppress the moans as his hands traveled to my thighs.

he pulled my dress up, revealing my thong.

“i was right, barely covered” he smirked at me.

my thong didn’t do a great job of collecting my wetness, as it was dripping down my leg.

“so fucking wet, baby. remind me again, who’s all this for?” he asked.

“you, chris”

“you sure ? what about that guy out there? you sure it’s not for him ?”

“no, chris, no it’s not. all for you, baby”

he tilted his head at me, mimicking my earlier actions.

“hmm, i guess we’ll see about that” he said as he moved my thong to the side, pushing a finger in me.

“fuck, chris” i sighed out, shakily. i held onto his shoulders as he continued to thrust his finger into me.

“you seemed pretty confident a little earlier on, what happened baby?” he asked cockily.

i felt my stomach start to tighten.

“you’re so fucking dirty. you like the thought of someone walking by, don’t you?”

he slapped my ass. “i asked you a fucking question”

“yes, yes, fuck chris. i love it” i moaned out.

“better learn to keep that volume down, baby. that mouth of yours is gonna get us in trouble” he said as he got down on his knees.

he looked at me expectantly.

“well? you said you were gonna spread those legs ma. open up” he said.

i obliged, moving my legs apart. he wasted no time in wrapping his legs around my thighs.

he licked my thigh, cleaning up my wetness before licking a stripe up my pussy.

my hips bucked up into his mouth.

“fuck chris” i moaned out, not caring about how loud i was.

he pushed my hips back into the wall, continuing to lap at my pussy.

“you wanted to tease me? let’s see how you like it” he took the thin strip of fabric that covered my pussy, moving it from side to side against my folds.

“fuck! chris, don’t tease” i whined out, needing more.

“i can’t tell you what to do, right? same rules apply with me” he said as he continued to play with the fabric of the cheeky underwear.

he pushed the fabric down, making it dig into my clit.

“oh my godddd” i whimpered, my head falling back into the wall behind me.

suddenly, he pushed his face into my pussy, fucking his tongue into me.

“ SHIT, CHRIS” i yelled, my hand weaving into his hair, gripping with all of my might.

he moaned into me, the vibrations adding to my pleasure.

he looked up at me, his gaze unfaltering and intense.

the piercing glare of his eyes coupled with the feeling of his hot tongue moving against my wet walls caused me to finish all over his face.

“shit chris” i sighed out, breathing heavily.

he pulled away from my pussy after licking my juices up.

he pushed me against the wall, again, pushing his hard dick against my thigh.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, ma. you gonna help me?” he asked, peppering my neck with kisses.

i nodded my head, too fucked out to realize he couldn’t even see me.

his kisses moved to my tits, starting to leave marks.

as he continued to mark me up, i reached down to his clothed cock, palming him.

“mmm, fuck” he mumbled into my skin.

i undid his zipper, reaching under the waistband of his boxers to stroke his member.

“shit, baby. love having your hand wrapped around me, feels so fucking good”

i pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough to free his throbbing cock.

without a word, he slid his dick through my folds, never actually pushing it in.

“fuck, chris” i moaned out, placing my head on his shoulder.

he pulled my thong down and placed his tip directly on my clit, rubbing himself on the bundle of nerves.

“c-chris, i-FUCK” i yelled out, still sensitive from my previous orgasm.

it wasn’t much longer before i came, embarrassingly fast, against him.

“that was pretty fast, baby. you must really like my dick”

“shut up” i said, without thinking.

he didn’t utter a word before lining up slamming into me.

“holy fuck! chris !” he hooked one of my legs around his waist, thrusting into me deeply.

“chris chris chris” i whined.

“so tight, ma. feel so good wrapped around me”

he continued to fuck me against the wall, watching the way my titties bounced with each snap of his hips.

“chris! chris! i’m gonna cum!” i barely even finished before my hips snapped up, and my cum coated his cock.

he groaned at the feeling of me dripping down his length, and continued to fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

“c-chris, i’m so sensitive “

“you know your safe word” he grunted out, continuing to pound into me.

he grabbed my ass, hoisting me up and continuing to fuck me into the wall.

the new angle allowed him to hit my g-spot, immediately sending me over the edge.

“oh- CHRIS” i yelled.

“i know, baby. i’m close” he moaned, rubbing my clit.

“fuck, chris” my hips started to twitch, my nails digging into his shoulders.

i clenched around him, pushing him to his orgasm as he filled me up.

“fuck chris” i moaned as the feeling of his cum in me triggered another orgasm.

he pulled himself out of me, watching our cum drip out.

“hmm, looks like i gotta clean you up” he said, barely giving me time to process his words before he was on his knees again.

he dove into my pussy, running his tongue through my folds.

“god, chris” i whined, my body still twitching from the aftershocks.

“taste so good, ma. could eat you all fucking day” he spoke into me, making me moan. he moved his tongue against me in every direction possible, shaking his head from left to right.

he slurped and sucked, entranced by the way my body reacted to him.

my moans and whimpers continued to fuel him on, even when he pulled another orgasm out of me.

“chrisssss. fuck, fuck, fuck” my voice was hoarse from all the yelling i was doing.

he worked me through my orgasm and continued on, rubbing my clit in circular motions.

“chris! j- slow down, fuck!” i yelled, almost squealing at this point.

his tongue never stopped, pushing me closer and closer to finishing.

i couldn’t keep the upper half of my body still, twitching and squirming as my eyes screwed shut.

my head fell forward, jaw hanging open as my vision began to blur from tears.

i couldn’t even make noise anymore.

he pulled one orgasm after another from me, the timing so close together that they faded into each other.

my hips shot forward, my juices shooting out of me before my body went limp.

chris removed his mouth and hand from me, kissing me on the cheek.

“did so good for me, baby” he whispered.

“sorry, but if you thought that would encourage me not to wear this dress again, you’re dead wrong”

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fanficsformyfaves · 4 months

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I Can See You

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Avenger!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex (R Receiving), P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Choking (R Receiving), Fraternizing Between Co-Worker, Mentions of Loki Being Able To Read Minds, Secret Relationship, Mentions of Hickeys, Jealous!Loki, Mentions of Masturbation (Reader), Mentions of Loki getting slapped, Mentions of Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Reader has Dark Humor

PREFACE: Loki and Reader were the newly recruited Avengers, who everyone thought just hated each other, but unbeknownst to them, they were a lot friendlier when no one was watching

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

Earpiece Monologue In Bold and Colored!

Loki changed after the events of Avengers 1 and gets recruited in this A/U!

"So sweet", he groaned against my cunt,

Pounding his fingers into me, as his free arm wrapped around my leg to hold me in place. How we ended up in the janitor's closet was actually quite the story.

"Don't stop, please!", I whined,

"Oh, I don't plan on it", he grinned.

Loki and I met a few months ago, when we were both recruited into the Avengers and at the beginning, we actually didn't get along.

All I'd heard about the God of Mischief prior to meeting him was that he invaded and nearly destroyed the city of New York, so to say I wasn't his biggest fan would've been an understatement.

"Welcome to the team, kid", Steve nods,

"Thank you", I smiled,

"This is great! Now we have two extra sets of hands to help with the work load!", Thor roared,

Causing me to look back at him in confusion.

"Two?"

That's when the original six turn to each other, awkwardly.

"Well, go ahead, Captain Thunderpants, it was your idea", Tony snipped.

My eyes meet Thor's, curiously.

"Well...there may be...a new recruit"

"Really? Who?", I questioned,

"Uh...", he looks to his friends for help,

"Don't look at me", Nat refused,

"Not a chance in hell", Tony also declined,

"Steve? Banner? Barton?"

"We're good", Bruce answered on behalf of the other men.

"Oh, come on, how bad could it be?", I asked.

Just then, the door slides open, revealing the devil himself.

"Team", he greeted,

Letting himself in, before his eyes fell upon me. My head snaps back in Thor's direction, who had already taken three steps back.

"Loki?!"

"Yes?", he answered.

After letting out a deep exhale, I began walking up to him.

"I don't think we've officially met-"

Unable to control my anger, I slap him hard across the face, bringing shock to all parties in the room.

"That was for New York!"

Smirking, he turns back to me, before looking over at his brother.

"I like her", he teased,

Making me groan in disgust.

For the next following weeks, I tried my best to avoid him at all costs and my plan was going according to how it should...till that the damned mission.

I was fighting off one of the Ultron bots and failed to see one charging up at me. Just as I was about to be blasted by the ray of its laser, I was pushed out of the way and pinned to the wall, left to watch another building collapse from it's lethal impact.

I turn to see who it was and there stood Loki, holding me in place by the small of me waist.

"You alright?", he questioned.

His eyes pouring into mine with such concern. All I could focus on was how little distance there was between us. My lips barely an inch away from his.

Once I realized what was happening, I snapped out of it.

"I'm fine", I said dismissively,

Before getting back to work.

Tony: Pretty cozy lookin', you sure we didn't interrupt something?

(Y/N): Shut up, Tony

Later that night, I found myself restless and unable to fall asleep. All I could think about was him and how his body felt...right against mine. How his lips were just right at my own, almost brushing against them.

I knew it was wrong, but the more I thought about how intense that moment was and how willing he was to risk his life for mine, the less I grew to despise him.

I touched myself all night to the image, till I was all tuckered out and able to drift peacefully off to sleep.

A day later, during the blowout celebration for destroying Ultron, I decided the only way I could ever face Loki again was to drink.

Sure, one or two shots would've sufficed, but alas, I got carried away and ended up somewhere near ten. Don't ask.

"Okay, you're cut off", Steve says,

Trying to take the shot glass away from me.

"Boooo, what are you my dad?"

That's when the captain's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, he's dead", I say,

Right before bursting into laughter.

"That calls for another shot!", I sing cartoonishly,

"No-"

"I've got this", a low voice says from behind me.

I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes, groaning. This man was just always somehow at the right place, at the right time.

"You sure?"

"I am, thanks", Loki reassured,

Steve nods and walks off.

"A water, please", he asked the bartender,

"I don't need you to babysit me", I slurred,

"Well, stop acting like child and I will"

"Pffft, you're lucky you're as hot as you are. I wouldn't take this shit from anyone else", I accidentally confessed.

The moment I saw his eyes widen and his fine lips curl up into a grin, I felt the realization of what I'd just done hit me.

"Don't you dare tell anyone I said that!", I warn,

Leaning forward to point, when my elbow slips off the table. Luckily, he caught me before I met the hard floor.

"Alright, let's get you to bed", he struggled,

Before throwing me over his shoulder and using his free hand to keep my dress from rising.

If it hadn't been for the loud music and crowd of people dancing, the team would've seen us and gods knew, they'd never let me live it down.

I wake up being greeted with a splitting headache and the sun shinning impossibly bright through the gap in my curtains. I was beyond relieved to remember that it was Saturday and I could take my time recovering from this hangover.

Pulling the comforter off me, I noticed that I hadn't taken off the dress I wore the night prior. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even remember how I made it to my room.

I groan to myself, eventually getting up and heading to the kitchen, but as I did, I find Loki making himself a cup of coffee. He turns to face me and grins at my less-than-stellar state.

"Morning. Care for a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks", I snipped,

Making him scoff to himself.

I grab a bowl and began pouring in my cereal, before adding the milk and taking a seat at the dining table.

Once Loki's was done stirring his coffee, he takes the chair, right across from me. As inappropriate as it was for me to shamelessly stare at his toned arms, I couldn't seem to stop myself.

"Enjoying the view?", he remarked sarcastically,

Snapping me out of my daze.

"Bold of you to assume I was enjoying it"

He shakes his head, smiling to himself.

Curiously, my brows knit together, as my eyes narrowed at his reaction.

"What?"

"Nothing", he coyly replied.

Something was off. His once-passing glances were now longer and focused on places I'd never seen them on before. My lips, my collarbones...my chest. I couldn't help but blush at the sudden attention.

Not wanting to delve too deeply into it, I brush it off and avert my attention back to the breakfast before me.

"So?"

I look up from my bowl of cereal.

"Are we going to talk about it?", he questioned,

"Talk about what?"

"The delicious little confession you made last night"

"What are you-"

Fuck, I thought to myself.

"Ah...so you do remember?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", I rushed,

As I got up and abandoned the bowl, trying to escape the awkward encounter.

"Oh, I think you know plenty", he challenged,

Trailing behind me.

"I was drunk, obviously what I said didn't mean anything"

"Oh, darling, try as you might, I know it to be true"

I turn to tell him off, when I was met with him being closer than I anticipated. He brushes a stray hair from my face, causing a breath to hitch in the back of my throat.

"You've thought about it. You've thought about all the dirty little things you wish I'd do to you. The only person denying it...is you"

I was at a loss for words. All I could do was focus on keeping my knees from buckling, as he spoke to the deepest parts of my longing. He leans forward, now holding the side of my face and pouring his baby blue eyes into mine.

"These walls may be soundproof, but your thoughts...they're just so loud", he brushes his fingers down my arm,

"I couldn't help myself from taking a little glimpse into that pretty head of yours...do not get in the way of your own pleasure", he whispers.

My skin was on fire and my heart was threatening to give out. Any sense of reason disappeared the moment his hands abandoned my warm cheeks and trailed down to the sides of my waist. With no reservations left in mind, I grab him by the back of his neck and crashed my lips onto him.

I was then thrown into the air and my legs instinctively wrap over his hips. My tongue darting out, meeting his in a heated exchange.

"Just this once", I pulled away.

Well...lets just say that was a blatant lie.

We met almost every night since that day and neither side had any complaints. In each other's rooms, the showers, the kitchen island and couches when no one was in.

It felt almost impossible to keep our hands off of each other. He was a god after all and he sure did fuck like one.

But not all was fair in love and war.

He always felt the need to mark his territory. For instance, the Hickey incident, when Loki left one the size of an orange on the side of my neck.

"Steve was on my ass for this today", I say,

Trying to conceal the mark with makeup.

"He could only ever dream of it"

I playfully rolled my eyes, continuing to cover it up.

So, it should've come as no surprise to me, when I was yanked into the closet, after being overheard playfully flirting with Thor by Loki. Unbeknownst to him, that was my plan all along. To get him so frustrated, that he was left with no choice but to screw me out of my mind as a lesson.

He was always so possessive. Not that I minded.

As a matter of fact, it turned me on more than anything, knowing that it drove him up the wall, seeing me receive attention from anyone, other than him. Call it evil, but I liked the power I had over the god and it seemed like he was more than okay with giving it to me. Even MORE okay with taking out his frustrations on me during our intimate moments.

After effortlessly making me come undone on his skilled tongue, I was immediately flipped onto my stomach with no chance of catching a breath. I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants hitting the ground around his feet.

"You just love how riled up I get over you, don't you? Purposefully throwing yourself at my brother of all people, simply to get a reaction out of me? Not a smart move, pet", he groaned,

Before finally impaling me in one thrust. I gasp at the sudden fullness and his hand reaches from behind me, using my throat to hold me taut against his expensive white button up shirt.

"Now now, we wouldn't want anyone to find you in this compromising position, now do we? With your hair a mess, your lipstick smeared and my cock buried deep inside you?"

He pulls away slightly, only to thrust back inside me with a newfound harshness. Not that I minded, but this time felt...different.

His pace was brutal and desperate, like he had something to prove. The angle allowing him to fill me to the hilt.

I could feel the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting me right where I needed it to.

"Loki", I quietly moaned into the air,

"Such a sweet girl. Letting me ruin her right next to our co-workers", he groaned against the skin of my neck.

The coil in the pit of my stomach began to heat up and tighten. The closer I was to my next climax, the more wanton cries of pleasure began escaping my lips.

"I feel you pulsing around me, darling. Let go for me. I'm close", he grunted against my ear.

With his hips faltering and going faster and faster, I was left at the mercy of my climax overwhelming my senses and rendering me weak and limp.

Within the next few seconds, Loki paints my clenching walls with hot ropes of white, moaning into the shell of my ear.

Once I had somewhat come down from high, I caught my breath.

"They definitely heard us", I exhaled,

Causing him to chuckle tiredly.

"Good. At least now they'll know who you belong to"

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 4 months

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Felt the need to come have a wee chat to you in your inbox 🩷 wondered if you had any advice for me as I'm trying to start writing for the avatar fandom here and there? Ive already done a couple of pieces but 🤷 any advice would be greatly appreciated 🙏 also constructive criticism if you happen to take a look at what I've done (tho you absolutely do not have to ofccc) Ty babes have the loveliest day/night

I would say the best thing to do is read other people’s pieces so you have more info for your fic, and then just start writing! Just let everything flow together. And if you get stuck with something I’m always happy to help. Because when I posted my first fic I was anxious asfff but I asked my some of my mutuals to give me advice and proofread it and that’s exactly what they did! So I’m glad you reached out to me of all people like🥹 you’re the sweetest frl🩷🩷

Here are some more of my tips bc I didn’t say a lot in this ⬆️:

- when you read other people’s fics, make sure it’s the same topic as yours (so like smut,fluff, angst)

- try to avoid usin the word “said” or “says”, I usually will look up other words on safari or Pinterest bc they always help me out. But also it’s not the end of the world if you do use them, just don’t make it a habit ofc.

- make sure you put warnings, a summary(if you want), and translation(if you want), but warnings are the most important! Just to make sure people know wtf they ab to read😭

- in your fics make sure to talk about their tails and ears, bc i always do that since i like the visual it gives (especially if you’re writing a smutty story 😩)

- add periods and comas in the right places. And I know that seems obvious but I always forget to do it, even after I’ve proofread 3 times😭

- and adding to this ⬆️ when the character your writing for calls reader a pet name or vise versa, always put a coma before or after the pet name, depending on what your writing. So like: “what’s up, baby?” Or “mama, come here.”

- when you write dialogue, putting an action before the talking is what I like to do best. Idk why but it just flows better for me and I just like it. So for example:

“You brushed the two braids that hung infront of his face behind his ear. Catching his attention quickly as he looked at you with pretty amber eyes filled with confusion, brows furrowed together. “Come on, yawntu, I wanna show you something.” You purr before grabbing his hand and tugging him up, both of you racing to the forest together.”

- don’t forget capitals and punctuation! I do that a lot in my fics, that’s why proofreading is so important.

- adding to this ⬆️ tho, PROOFREADDD!! It’ll save you from embarrassment I promise 😭 I’ll always catch a word I spelled wrong or I’ll add something in or take something out and just fix my fic to my liking. But even if you don’t that’s fine!! People on this side of tumblr are always here to help with little mistakes made in your fics or they’ll just ignore it and fill it in mentally, bc we all know what you’re tryna say.

- also when you’re trying to focus on a character’s emotions, try to describe it with their speech and expressions. Example:

With expressions: “You threw your things down and sat on the bed with a huff. Brows knit tightly together and lips curled up in anger.”

With speech:“Leave me alone, *name*! I don’t wanna talk right now!” You shout at your mate, guilt slowly pooling into your stomach when you see his ears pin to his head, tail swaying behind him sadly. Causing your expression to soften as you walk over to him.”

- use italics,colors, and bold to make the story more interesting and dramatic. (A personal favorite of mine)

Example:

“He picks you up swiftly, saying a quick goodbye to his friends before storming to your shared hut. “You just love making me mad, don’t you, babygirl?” He growls, the anger radiating off of him making you stay silent. “Answer me.” He says sternly as he slaps your thigh. Hard. “Y..yes..” tone barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for him to pick up on. Making a pleased smirk appear on his face before he opens the flaps to your hut.”

- the most important of all is to have fun!! Don’t overthink anythin and js let everything flow naturally. You got this baby<33

Here are some of the people whose fics I’ve read and learned from! I hope they help you out as much as they did for me🩷: @pandorxxx @pandorxxx @plooto @sweethoneycn @tiredmamaissy @teyamsatan @tallulah477 @tiyawnyana @teymars @hotdsworld @blue-slxt @neteyamssyulang @neteyamswillow @neteyamkink @neteyamsyawntu @atxxokirina @sulieykte @wheneclipsefalls @eyweveng @zafrinaxyz @inlovewithpandora @iseeyou-neteyam

I hope this helped you out! And my dms are open if you need any more help from me<33

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irayoeywa · 8 months

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the name game ✧

part eight, the finale

neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

warnings/notes - fluff, love confession, kissing, bold & italics mean flashback, characters are speaking na'vi unless stated otherwise, gif is mine, divider creds to shifterium.

na'vi words used (with translations) - atokirina - wood sprite uniltaron - dream hunt eltungawng - glow worm kali'weya - arachnoid yawne - beloved tute asevin - pretty woman vitraya ramunong - tree of souls kuru - queue naer - alcoholic beverage swoasey - hand sized bowls used for the naer

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y/n's days were usually peaceful.

or, that's what they used to be.

lately, they've been anything but that. not since what happened about a month ago…

your head snapped up when the words left neteyam's mouth. he looked nervous, his face carried a tight-lipped smile and his eyes were avoiding your own. and your silence wasn't making him feel any better. after what seemed like forever, you finally decided to speak. and coincidentally, neteyam decided to vocalize something at the same time.

"i can't accept this."

"i see you."

the two of you said in unison. after both pieces were spoken, the two of you stared at one another with wide eyes. you, shocked at his confession and neteyam, shocked at your rejection.

after the initial shock, neteyam was the first to speak.

"what? why not?" was the first thing he asked. he sounded upset and the look on his face didn't make you feel any less terrible for rejecting him.

"because this is serious. and i haven't done anything to deserve this." you said, putting the necklace back in his hands.

"y/n-"

you cut him off, "i didn't tell you my name for months, i avoided you every time i saw you, and i couldn't even understand when the great mother sent me a sign, two signs at that. so no, i can't accept this, because i don't deserve it."

once the words left your lips, a silence fell over the two of you. shaking your head, you started to get up from your seated position. a cool breeze washing over your calves and feet that were no longer immersed in the shallow water of the pond. you didn't even bother grabbing the half weaved anklet and you honestly didn't even care about it at the moment, you just wanted to leave. the last thing you wanted to do was deal with the aftermath of the now undoubtedly awkward situation you created.

neteyam watched you with a hurt expression. he really wasn't expecting this to be the reaction that he received. the worst case scenario was unfolding and he was having trouble wrapping his head around it.

but neteyam wasn't letting you walk away just yet. he was like his brother that way, never admitting defeat until it was absolutely necessary.

you had almost disappeared from his line of sight before he spoke up, making you stop in your tracks.

"i saw it." was all he said.

you turned around, looking at him in confusion. you wanted an explanation and he planned on giving you one, he just needed you to stop walking away first. neteyam stood up and began slowly walking towards you.

"i saw the atokirina that day, you thought i didn't see it but i did. i saw it." neteyam confessed, "i didn't understand what it meant at first so i went to talk to my grandmother to ask her about it. she helped me realize that you mean so much to me and maybe eywa was telling me that the two of us are meant to be something more for each other. i was originally going to wait until after i went through uniltaron to do this but once my mother told me you actually came to the marui to drop off my visor, that let me know that you are trying to be more open and that means a lot to me. so i knew now was the right time. i know you have your own reasons as to why you didn't tell me your name and you can explain when you're ready, but i don't care about that because nothing can get in the way of my feelings for you. i see you, y/n."

it was as if your brain went haywire. your mouth was parted slightly in surprise while your eyes began to water. there were so many things you had to process but didn't have enough time to. he saw the atokirina that day, so maybe it was a sign for the both of you. his speech also made you realize that he is willing to be patient with you even after you did everything in your power to push him away. even now, you tried to walk away from this situation. he wasn't giving up on you that easily. he wore his heart on his sleeve and now it was him that deserved an explanation, and you were finally ready to give it to him.

you let out a sigh, "i.. i never really liked attention. being the sibling that nobody really knew about. it was more peaceful that way. and so when you, the son of the olo'eytkan wanted to be my friend, i knew that would draw attention. attention that i didn't want. so i thought if you didn't know my name and if we didn't speak at high camp, i could still have a sense of normalcy while being your friend."

neteyam didn't say anything, he just stared at you as you continued to explain.

"but you mean so much to me and i realize that not only was i taking you for granted, i was also pushing you away. and i apologize for that." you sent him a small smile, hoping your explanation made sense.

for a moment, the sound of nature was the only thing that could be heard. neteyam began to walk closer towards you. his steps got smaller as you two were now nearly chest to chest. he then took your face into his hands, softly caressing your cheeks as he looked into your eyes.

the close proximity was intimate and you had no choice but to look into his eyes as well. and in that moment, you felt a sense of comfort and normalcy. like this is supposed to be your new normal.

neteyam smiled softly, "there's nothing to apologize for. i see you."

"and i see you." you breathed out, a smile stretching across your face once you said the words.

neteyam smiled before leaning in, bringing your lips together. you wasted no time in responding to the kiss. it was slow, but that's all it had to be. it was passionate and that's all that matters.

once you pulled away neteyam took a step back, "are you going to accept my gift now?"

you laughed and nodded, "yeah of course."

he smiled before motioning for you to turn around. you did so and lifted your braided hair so he could secure the necklace around your necklace. while he was doing so you suddenly remembered something.

"you know, i went to the tsahìk to ask her about the atokirina too."

"really?" you couldn't see but neteyam had an amused expression on his face.

you nodded and he shook his head, "that's probably why she looked amused when i explained everything to her. because you had already told her."

"hey, i needed answers and she's wise."

"that she is."

it's been a month since that day and you and neteyam have been moving at a pace comfortable for the both of you. you've been getting closer while still keeping some things the same such as still hanging out in the forest and going on ikran rides together. the only difference is you're now romantically involved with one another.

but your presence within the clan definitely changed. thanks to your big mouth sister, the entire clan now knows that neteyam is officially courting you.

now, everywhere you go, people are either staring at you or trying to speak to you. it was like you were suddenly the main focus to everyone. most people didn't even know you existed so they were curious to see who the future olo'eyktan was supposedly planning to mate with.

dealing with all the attention was very stressful at first. you didn’t want to leave your marui because of all the people that would stare at you. but of course, neteyam helped you get through it and eventually, you got somewhat used to it. it still did bother you though, but you tried your best not to think about it too much.

today is a very important day. today is the day that neteyam finally goes through his final rite of passage before he finally earns his place among the people forever.

uniltaron is a rite of passage that all omatikayan people are required to go through. even though it was a significant tradition in omatikayan culture, that didn’t stop it from being dangerous.

the first step of uniltaron was for the tsahìk to place a eltungawng into the navi’s mouth. this glow worm gave the na’vi the ability to hallucinate. then the olo’eyktan would take a kali'weya and have it stab the na’vi twice in the shoulder. the venom from the kali'weya mixed with the compound from the glow worm gives the na'vi the opportunity to experience their vision from eywa. but, the venom from the arachnoid was powerful enough to completely stop someone's heart. there have been na’vi people that have died during the ritual. the occurrence was rare but, never impossible.

your uniltaron happened about two months before you met neteyam. it usually took hunters/warriors longer to go through the rite of passage because he had to complete other things before reaching this destination. since your place in the clan is being an artisan, all you had to do was tame an ikran beforehand. neteyam on the other hand had other tasks to handle first.

even though you made it through okay, that didn't mean you weren't scared and nervous at first. and you were feeling those exact same emotions for neteyam.

during the ritual, there are other clan members surrounding the na'vi that is going through uniltaron. these clan members are usually people that are close to them. meaning family, friends, and partners. since you and netetyam are now promised to each other, that meant you were going to be in attendance.

your palms were slightly clammy and your stomach was in knots as you walked through high camp. and because your nerves were at all time high, you barely noticed the couple of people that turned their heads at the sight of you.

once you got to your destination, you peaked your head in the marui that the sullys resided in. seeing that they were all there. tuk seated on the ground, messing around with her hexapede toy. lo'ak and spider were in their own world, holding a conversation of their own. your eyes scanned the room before finally landing on the boy you came for.

neteyam was seated while his dad kneeled down in front of him, talking to him. his body language looked serious so you assumed that he was most likely giving him a lecture or a pep talk for what was to come. jake is the one that has to do the part that frightened you the most. beside him was neytiri and kiri, they were preparing the white body paint that would go on both his face and body.

you decided to finally make your presence known. you walked in and everyone’s head went up, seeing who just walked in. luckily, everyone greeted you with smiles.

neteyam had properly introduced you to all of them a week after he began courting you. the two of you knew that there would be a lot of questions and demands your families would have so the first week was just you and neteyam. enjoying your time together before everyone knew. when you told your family a week later, they all said they had a hunch. they noticed the necklace that resided around your neck and knew something was up because it wasn't crafted nearly as well as your usual accessories. they were just waiting on you to say something

kiri was the only sully that knew for the entire week since neteyam told her your answer the night he got home. she was happy for her brother, happy that he found someone. she was also delighted that she was able to help make the necklace for you.

when neteyam told the rest of the family, tuk smiled and said she was happy for him, which was expected. spider started laughing, turning his head to his lo'ak and telling him that he owed him a ride on his ikran. lo'ak started objecting, telling spider that he didn't win the bet because they haven't mated yet. neteyam shook his head, not even surprised they made a bet.

his parent, on the other hand, were surprised. they knew their son had some type of romantic feeling towards you but wasn't sure if he was bold enough to act on it. they were a little skeptical at first, not knowing if he was serious enough about this and if he was making the right decision. but after having a conjoined dinner with both of your families, it was clear to jake and neytiri and your parents that you and neteyam were very serious. mo'at had even said that she saw something special with the two of you. after that, they were more than happy to welcome you into the family.

and it wasn't long before your sister started running her mouth to everyone in high camp, telling them about you and neteyam. she was mainly the reason why and how the entire clan found out rather quickly.

while you began to hang out with kiri more, neteyam hung out with nanti a lot more. nanti and neteyam had a general sense of respect for one another so it didn't much for them to get along.

but being accepted by the sullys meant a lot to you so it warmed your heart that they were more than happy to have you around.

as you walked over to neteyam, you greeted jake properly. he was still the olo'eyktan and you wanted to be respectful. he greeted you back before giving neteyam a firm pat on the shoulder. he then stood to his feet and walked away. neteyam smiled as you sat down in the spot jake was once in.

"good morning, yawne." neteyam smiled.

you blushed at the pet name, "good morning teyam."

your eyes shifted to neytiri, who had just finished making the paint with kiri.

"i can do it, if that's okay." you say to neytiri, motioning towards the bowl. she looks at you before smiling and handing it to you.

she and kiri stand, walking away as well. you then dipped your fingers into the white paint before applying to neteyam's face in a series of patterns.

"are you nervous?" you asked him, briefly making eye contact with your boyfriend.

"not really. i mean i've been preparing for this my whole life." he answered honestly, "i can tell that you are though." he laughed.

"it's not funny." you frowned as you dipped your fingers back in the paint, now placing the patterns on his neck and collarbone area.

"i just don't want anything bad to happen."

"i know you're scared of the kali'weya but nothing is going to happen, i promise." neteyam spoke, bending his head a little to make eye contact with you since your eyes were focused on his neck.

"you can't promise something like that."

he leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead, "well i just did, tute asevin."

you smiled softly before the sound of gagging took you out of your trance. you and neteyam turned your heads to see lo'ak and spider fake gagging as they watched and listened to your conversation.

“you can’t promise something like that.” spider said in an over-exaggerated feminine voice.

lo'ak then licked his lips, puckering up and then kissing the air dramatically which neteyam rolled his eyes at, "well i just did, tute asevin."

"you two are insufferable." you laughed.

"and you guys make me sick." lo'ak rebutted.

you and neteyam waved them off before continuing your conversation. once you finished applying the paint to neteyam's body, it was time to go.

uniltaron never took long. the ritual itself took maybe an hour if that. but right now, it felt like hours. you sat in a circle with the neteyam's family, as well as your sister while neteyam sat in the middle of the circle. since neteyam now considered nanti a close friend, she was also in attendance. your parents were happy that their two most antisocial children were actually venturing out and being more open.

the ritual had begun and it played out just how you remembered. neteyam had consumed the eltungawng and it was taking effect rather quickly. you watched intently as his father took the kali'weya out of the bowl it was residing in. your breath hitched as it stabbed neteyam twice in the shoulder.

you gasped as the boy groaned as he hissed and doubled over, placing his hands on the ground in front of him. the tsahìk began fanning smoke towards him as everyone in the circle began to sing a traditional na'vi song. you sung the song as you stared at neteyam with concern. he was still in the position from before. you tried not to panic because you remember the pain that it causes but you couldn't help it.

after a few moments, neteyam sat up, which you were relieved. the singing continued as he had his vision from eywa. once the ritual was over, you thanked the great mother for allowing him to get through the ceremony safely.

after the effects of the insects wore off eventually and he was back to normal, the entire clan gathered at the vitraya ramunong. jake recited a saying before declaring neteyam as one of the people. he then placed both of his hands on neteyams' shoulders. mo'at did the same and everyone followed in pursuit, holding onto the shoulders of the person in front of them. you held onto the shoulders of kiri and nanti placed her hands on yours.

once that was completed, everyone returned to high camp for the celebration. so far everyone was having a great time. people were singing and dancing as the music from the blue flute played. there was food and drinks. parties like this were always nice.

you didn't want to be glued to neteyam's side for the entire night, especially since a lot of people were going up and talking to him. he respected that you didn't really want to be that social so you both agreed to meet at the tree of souls again after the party was over.

"yo i got us something!" lo'ak exclaimed as he rushed over to where you, spider, tuseÿa, and ri'an were sitting.

"what?" tuseÿa asked, looking at him weirdly. once it was out that you and neteyam were serious, tuseÿa had to let go of her crush on lo'ak, reluctantly doing so but she loved you and neteyam together.

lo'ak grinned before handing swoaseys to all of you. you took the swoasey from his hands and looked in it, it had some type of liquid in it. you went ahead and smelled it. the strong smell of naer filled your nostrils.

"lo'ak who gave this to you?" you asked, grimacing at the smell of the beverage. you were old enough to drink naer but the rest of the teenagers around you definitely weren't.

"sanari snuck me some. all i had to do was tell her she has pretty eyes." lo'ak laughed as he drank the liquid from his small bowl. you have drank naer before but you weren't really fond of the taste so you didn't drink it often. and to your surprise, all the teens around you downed their cups with ease.

"is there something i'm missing or?" you asked as you looked at them in confusion.

tuseÿa laughed, "we've all drank before y/n, what do you think we do when we're out with our friends at night."

"well i don't like naer so one of you can have mine." you said, outstretching your hand with the swoasey in it. lo'ak went to grab it when a hand came out of nowhere and took it from you. you looked up to see kiri holding it, staring at lo'ak.

"unless you want to be drunk in front of mom and dad, i suggest you calm down with the drinks." she glared at him. lo'ak rolled his eyes and in response as kiri sat down beside you.

"hey." you greeted her.

she looked at you and smiled, "hey y/n, why are you hanging out with these losers and not my brother?"

"hey!" the teenagers all exclaimed. she ignored them as she awaited your answer.

"this night is all about him so i wanted him to enjoy it. also there's a lot of people coming up to him and you know how i am."

"well he looks like he's losing his mind without you." she laughed, lifting her hand and pointing in a certain direction.

you followed her finger to see neteyam talking to two men. they were both built and wore cummerbunds so you assumed that they were both hunters. you were surprised to see that neteyam was staring at you as he was conversing with them. a smile crept on your face and he smiled back before looking away.

"he's so fucking whipped bro!" lo'ak shook his head, speaking english.

after a while, the music being played on the blue flute had come to a stop and the party ended. many na'vi were intoxicated as they stumbled their way back to their marui's. others had their kids sleeping in their arms from being up so late and others said goodbye and goodnight to their friends.

it was now time for you to meet neteyam at vitraya ramunong. you quickly went to your marui to grab something you had made a couple days ago. as you were making your way to the ikrans, you unexpectedly bumped into a figure, causing you to drop the item in your hand.

"oh i'm so sorry!" you rushed out, looking up noticing that you bumped into jake.

"it's all good y/n, let me get that for you." he bent down and picked up the item. once it was in his hand he stared it before looking at you, "did you make this for neteyam?"

you nodded, a little nervous of what his reaction would be. after a moment of silence, a smile etched onto his face. it was small but it was still there nonetheless.

"you're a good kid, y/n. and i know you make neteyam happy. you'll make a great tsahìk one day." he spoke before handing you what you dropped and walked away. you were frozen in your spot. a great tsahìk? did he think that highly of you? well, you are promised to the future olo'eyktan but it didn't really hit you that you were technically the next tsahìk of your beloved clan.

you managed to walk to your ikran despite the shock still evident in your face. you mounted your banshee and flew to the tree of souls. you landed in a spot that most ikrans resided when there were gatherings here.

neteyam was already there. he had his kuru connected to a few of the bioluminescent vines that hung from the beautiful tree. when he heard the screech of your ikran, he disconnected from the tree and watched as you got off your banshee and made your way over to him.

once you were close enough, neteyam rushed over to you and swiftly picked you up off your feet and spun you around.

"hello to you too." you giggled once he put you back on the ground.

"i missed you." he said, resting his forehead against yours.

"it was only a couple hours."

"i know but i wanted to spend the entire night with you. but i know you would've been uncomfortable with the amount of people that were coming up to me." he says, backing away from you so he could see your face better. he went to grab both of your hands and noticed you holding something.

"what's that?" neteyam asked.

you looked at the item he was talking about, "ok so as a gift for completing your final rite of passage, i made you your very first cummerbund." you handed it to him.

neteyam's eyes lit up as he took it from your hands. no surprise that it was neatly woven and the patterns were well put together. he looked up from the cummerbund and threw his arms around you.

"thank you so much yawne, this means a lot."

"you're welcome." you smiled as he began putting it on, "your dad told me that i would make a good tsahìk one day."

neteyam paused, looking up from the accessory and at you. he held a look of shock on his face. he didn't know that his father thought that highly of you.

"really? how does that make you feel?" was the first thing he asked. he wanted to put your feelings at the forefront of the conversation.

you noticed neteyam's fingers fumbling with making sure the cummerbund was on securely. you moved closer to him and made sure it was on correctly.

"i was honestly surprised, i hadn't really thought about it before." you answered honestly.

"if you do not wish to be tsahìk then you don't have to be."

"i know.. but is it something that you want for us?" you looked up at him.

"i'm fine with whatever you're comfortable with. so don't worry about what i want." neteyam reassured you. you gave him a warm smile before stepping back, looking at the cummerbund hug his stomach.

"it looks good on you." before you could take another breath, neteyam grabbed your hand and pulled you back towards him. your chests now pressed each other.

neteyam used a finger to bring your face closer to his. his lips ghosted over yours. your eyes fluttered shut, drinking in this moment of intimacy.

"all thanks to you." he muttered before placing his lips on your own. the kiss felt like any other kiss the two of you shared. gentle and affectionate. lips moving in sync as the environment around you glowed in different hues of blue, purple, and green.

you were the first to pull away, giggling when neteyam's lips chased your own. you looked at him, admiring his face as his bioluminescent dots glowed in the night.

"now that you've gone through your final rite of passage, we can finally.. you know.." you trailed off, hoping neteyam would get the hint.

and judging from how his eyes widened, he definitely did.

"are you sure? you know we can wait."

you nod your head, "i want this. i want to be with you."

neteyam physically felt his heart swell at your words. he brought his hand up to your face and caressed your cheek, "oel ngati kameie."

"oel ngati kameie." you leaned into his touch.

the two of you then reached for your kuru's before bringing them over your shoulders. the hair at the end of the braid moving to the side as the pink tendrils made themselves visible. you looked at neteyam who was holding his kuru, looking like he was waiting for your approval. you gave him a confident nod and brought your kuru closer to his.

once they were close enough, the tendrils in your neural queues connected with one another. your mouth dropped as you felt a sense of euphoria washing over you. you felt like you had to catch your breath. once doing so, your eyes locked with neteyam who looked like he was feeling the same emotions as you. you leaned in and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

you and neteyam were now mated for a lifetime.

a lifetime you couldn't wait to live.

sorry this took so long. also, the confession wasn't as good as it could've been but i'm not that good at writing stuff like that so that's the best it's going to get.

thank you to everyone that read and enjoyed this. i have more things i'm working on but school started so please just bare with me.

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thatlittleegyptologist · 7 months

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Hi there, you've shared that you've been dealing with a lot in your personal life, so I want to be clear that this question is not urgent. Take your time or don't get to it at all—totally fine. Take care of yourself and your loved ones first. But if/when you have a moment of free time and energy, and would like to devote those resources to answering questions, here's mine: did and form of hieroglyphs have something like italics? Or some other style to indicate emphasis?

I've got some time this morning, so I'll answer it now.

There's no form of italics or stylised emphasis (like bold/underlined) etc that exists within the Hieroglyphic script. Hieroglyphs just don't work like that! You have to look for other things to indicate emphasis.

Two of those things are visual: the adding of .wy to the end of a verb or a noun to indicate 'doubling' or emphasis (on what's known grammatically as a Stative where something is in 'a state' of something). This is usually context dependent as you can get words like pH.wy 'buttocks' where the .wy ending is simply telling you there's two of them, but in other instances the 'doubling' tells the reader that emphasis has been placed on the word they're looking at.

The same goes for sp-sn or sp.2 which is a series of signs that usually come at the end of a statement and mean 'to double/twice' but you don't translate it that way, you read it as an emphasis on the statement. Like this:

Essentially, it's a way of avoiding writing the adjective twice, but also showing that it's emphasised.

Then you have the more complex grammar, which is where I guess my specialism comes in. These you have to actually translate in order to show the emphasis as it would be present in speech. These are the Pseudo-Cleft sentence, Cleft Sentence (aka a Participial Statement), and what's known as a Second Tense. All these constructions place emphasis on a particular part of a sentence. So...

The Pseudo Cleft is constructed from a noun phrase + a defined relative clause, which agrees with the first term. An example of this can be found in the testimony of a man named Sekhahatyamun:

wA r=i wA r Ha=i nA swt aAyt inn iw.tw Xdb=i Hr nA aHayt n iw-m-itr mntw nA wn=i im

‘Far from me, far from my body were the Great Places! If I am to be put to death because of the tombs of Iumiteru, then they are the ones which I was in.'

The pseudo cleft emphasises the independent pronoun mntw, anaphorically referring to the tombs of Iumiteriu, by placing it in conjunction with the defined relative clause (nA wn=i im ‘the ones which I was in’). By doing so, he equates the tombs at Iumiteriu as being the only tombs that he was in and therefore seeks to use contrastive supplementation to subvert the Tribunal’s presupposition with his ‘truth.’ Basically, he's emphasising that 'ok if you want to punish me with death for tomb robbery, then punish me for *these tombs* because *I* actually robbed those ones, and not the ones you're currently accusing me of.'

Like the pseudo-cleft construction, the cleft construction is a construction in which one part of the sentence is separated (or ‘cleaved’) out from the remainder and placed into prominence/emphasis for the reader or hearer to notice. The cleft construction, or participial statement, is comprised of (in + noun phrase/ntf)+(participle/prospective sDm=f). An example of this is as follows from a letter between Butehamon and General Piankh talking about various tasks that needed to have been carried out and recounts the speech of the mistress of the house:

(i)n bn tw=k m nat i-r-m(=w) nA-Hbsw xr ntk i-ir=k swD(=w) n pAy=k nb

‘Are you not going with the clothes? And it is you who will deliver (them) to your lord.’

Here the mistress is using the Cleft sentence construction to emphasise that it is Dhutmose (Tjaroy) who should be the one to deliver the clothes personally to Piankh, and not to her, as Piankh has requested them. We see the cleft sentence make use of the independent personal pronoun, in this case ntk ‘you’, to cleft out who is responsible for the delivery and where they are supposed to be delivered to. The mistress who is speaking is implying to Dhutmose that if he wants to be seen as obeying Piankh’s commands then he will do as commanded. Indeed, we see evidence of this in Butehamon’s following lines ‘Even if there are some ten thousand servants belonging to our lord, would they obey him like us?’. It would seem that Butehamon is attempting to keep the emphatic force of the mistresses’ statement in his own letter to possibly further imply that the commands of both Piankh and the mistress were met and he is a competent servant. In simplistic terms, the emphasis is placed on the pronoun so 'it is you who is supposed to do this task', with the 'not me' implicitly emphasised.

The second tense construction is well-known to put focus/emphasis on the circumstantial (=adverbial) component of the sentence, with the verb and its dependents providing presuppositional material, thus similar to the pseudo-cleft and cleft constructions. It's a nightmare of a construction (sorry Mark) because it masks itself as a relative form in most cases and is really only definable if you notice the circumstantial element (something I do not always do, again sorry Mark). Here's an example from the testimony of Bukhaaf:

Dd=w ir tA st i-Hnw rs i-iri=k gmt=s mi ix Dd=f i-iri=i gmt=s wn.tw an

‘He was asked, “Now the tomb you went to, in what state did you find it?” He said, “I found it was already open.”’

This question can be seen as implicitly loaded, as the Tribunal presupposes that Bukhaaf was the one who opened the tomb. Bukhaaf’s answer contains the second tense of this example that attempts to dissuade the Tribunal from their presupposition, that he was the one who broke into the tombs, as he has seemingly noticed the implicit cue from the Tribunal that suggests they already believe he broke into it. Emphasis therefore has been placed on wn.tw an ‘already open’ thus allowing Bukhaaf to make it clear that he wishes to protest his innocence in so far as he was not the one who originally opened the tomb, but that it was already open when he robbed it, thus giving the construction a temporal element. This temporal element allows him to contest when the tomb was opened, as though Bukhaaf does admit to robbing the tomb, he seems to strongly deny ever having opened it, indicating that it must have been opened by someone else. Basically, a Second Tense gives an emphasised 'but/however/because of' to a construction like 'yes I did let the cat out BUT I was told to by Dad'.

I think this may have answered your question, but it's entirely possible that I may have caused further confusion :)

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The Third Widow || Red Room

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. |

Translations: Мэри (Mary)

AC: 8-year time jump, I’m sorry!!! But it helps make the story add up with the black widow movie timeline x I’ve made a couple of changes in the BW script, whoops

The Third Widow Masterlist

"Where did you think I was all this time?" Yelena now, 26 years old asked Natasha.

"I thought that you got out and were living a normal life"

"And you just never made contact again?"

"Honestly, I thought you didn't wanna see me."

Yelena scoffed, "Bullshit. You just didn't want your baby sister to tag along, whilst you saved the world with the cool kids" she says. Natasha dried her hands on the given towel at the gas station before walking by her, "you weren't really my sister" she mumbles. "And the Avengers aren't really your family" Yelena turned to follow the red head.

"They're more of a family than Melina and Alexie" Natasha gives the cashier money for the supplies on the counter leaving Yelena behind in silence.

Later the two sat at a table while Natasha stitched up Yelena's wound, "did you ever see her?" She asked the blonde. Yelena shook her head, "not physically, but I heard about her" Yelena looked away as Natasha wrapped the bandage around her arm, "He hides her" she added.

"From you maybe, I can't believe you went back there…the last I heard was Red Room had moved location again and a few widows escaped…I thought you were one of them"

"And leave Y/n there?" Yelena frowned as Natasha took the seat across from her, "you might not feel like we're family but she's mine…that's why I need your help"

"My help?" Natasha tilted her head slightly.

"That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret by an older widow from Melina's generation. I was on the mission to retrieve it, and she exposed me, and I killed the widow that freed me" Yelena explained with a saddened look.

"Did you have a choice?"

"What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I'm talking about chemically altering brain functions. They're two completely different things. You're fully conscious, but you don't know which part is you. I'm still not sure…I'm not even sure how bad things are for Y/n. He keeps her close to him, away from the rest of us" Yelena sipped her drink.

"Is that all there is left?" Natasha asked with an almost sigh.

"Mmm-hmm. It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of widows"

Natasha reached for her drink, "Can you be sure she's still with him?" She asked.

"He took her from me twice now. I've tried to keep track of things, but he hasn't been sending her on bigger missions like he did. He's trained her differently than us, maybe one in 20 survives the training, becomes a widow. The rest, he kills. To him, we are just things. Weapons with no face that he can just throw away. Because there is always more. And no one's even looking for him"

"We tried, Yelena. When you took off and didn't tell us, we knew where you were going. We looked for you, we looked for Red Room and we found nothing. We don't even know how you ended up back there"

"I..I don't even remember…I forgot why I was even there in the first place until I was freed again" Yelena's eyes dropped to the table between them leaving them both in silence that neither wanted. "Where you gonna go?" Natasha asked breaking the silence.

"I don't know. I don't really have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere" Yelena read the label on the bottle of her drink, unsure how where she'd truly go after this.

"Don't"

"Don't what?" Yelena questioned as she looked back up at Natasha. She chucked at Natasha's sly smirk, "You're going to give me some big hero speech, I can feel it" she adds. "Speeches aren't really my thing" Natasha smiled softly, "Huh?" Yelena replied with a confused look.

"It was more like an invitation" Nat explains. "To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?"

"Yeah"

"Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?"

"Yeah"

"That sounds like a shitload of work" Yelena slightly cocked a brow. "Yup" Natasha sighs, "Could be fun, though" she adds with a soft smile.

Meanwhile, Wanda who is now 25 going on 26, has found comfort in being a part of the Avengers and being cozy with Vision, though not a day as gone by where she doesn't think of you and remember the innocent smile on your face and the first time, she kissed you. She still smokes and chuckles almost every time to herself at the memory of you telling her how terrible her trait is.

When she was first asked to join the Avengers, she looked at Natasha who could barely look at her and acted as if she didn't know who Wanda was, the guilt in Nat's eyes made Wanda join the Avengers. She wasn't surprised to know the Avengers were most of her teachers from school, "that was the worse cover up" she chuckled to Tony when she first joined, "What was that all for huh? So, you could pick us out like candy?" she mumbled.

She hated how Natasha never spoke about you or even mentioned you to her, even when she tried to ask about you and Yelena, she would brush it off and ignore her. So Wanda did her own thing, her own searching. She came across a book she'd been told before was dangerous, but she didn't seem to care too much and thought about what you'd say if you caught her going against the rules like she did.

Vision was a good distraction for her, in many ways he reminded her of you and how you were learning to adjust to the new world. It broke her to look at him and not see you, every time she looked at him, she wished so much that it was you and she knew that wasn't far on Vision, but he'd never know… she never told him about you. Vision was able to help her see somewhat of a future together and sometimes she wondered what she'd do if you walked through the door, would she leave him for you? Even if nothing romantic were to happen but just so you knew that you had all her attention, or would she stay with vision and just be a friend you could count on.

Kate was rightfully mad at Yelena for leaving without even as much as a goodbye. The person she loved so deeply in secret, the one she never told her feelings too just gone without a word broke her just as much as losing you broke her. She took her hurt out on her archery, winning contest after contest but none of that meant nothing to her when she couldn't show Yelena.

She kept in contact with Wanda and often would spend nights staying up talking to her about things she wished to talk to Yelena about. Kate could hear how much Wanda missed you, whenever your name was brought up in conversation, she wanted to change the topic. It was like you were dead and there was no place for anybody to grief and slowly you became a topic that was just too much for Wanda to listen too.

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You needed no time to adjust to the environment that Red Room was. Dreykov sent you on many missions with his daughter, Antonia, even if you were solely there just to make sure she came back alive, neither of you spoke to each other and oddly enough you liked it that way. Your days there spent training no matter how much you already knew, you weren't to miss a day of training if you weren't on missions doing Dreykov's dirty work.

The other widows feared you and how much you were treated like Dreykov's shiny toy. He used you to set the new standards for Red Room. New widows would be injected with the same sternum you were injected with. You were the new standard, they all had to try and match your skill, your style, everything. Dreykov made becoming a widow a lot harder than it was. Yelena showed clear signs of being able to pass the training, which was perfect for Dreykov's real mission for you, that was until she was freed of course.

"Kill her. Don't bother bringing her back here" Dreykov spoke as he looked up from his screen towards you. "Yes, sir" you replied as you always did before your eyes dropped to the fellow Widow, you'd only seen in passing, "Is Antonia coming?" You questioned. Dreykov shook his head, "No. This is your mission. This is what have I prepared you for, you will go alone. You will report to me every morning until the mission is complete" he adds in a stern voice, "start with the house address on the second page, if Belova is going anywhere, it'll be there" He shoos you to leave his office, something he did far too many times.

Sometimes when you saw other widows talking among themselves you couldn't help but feel alone in a world where everywhere you looked was somebody just like you. At night you couldn't stop yourself from looking at the scars and wounds you'd collected from each mission, running your finger over them wondering if it was all worth it. All the killing, the guns, the damage it causes to the people and buildings. Was everything Dreykov made you do really for the best like he says? All these thoughts only to be reminded by the lack of freedom that you would never truly understand your place in the world. You are a weapon, you needed to remember that.

By morning you found yourself watching the house addressed in the mission file from miles away with binoculars glued to your face watching every move on the property. A woman with dark hair in a braid seemed to be doing some sort of testing on some pigs from what you could see, already assuming that was the famous Melina Vostokoff. Something about the area felt familiar, the house, the trees around you, the smell of the fresh air. You found yourself looking more at Melina with less care for the mission and trying to read her like she was trying to tell you something but maybe that was because you knew little about her from her file or maybe you were too focused on the mission and wanted to know everything there was.

For hours you sat and watched as she did work around her yard, as the minutes ticked on the place only got more familiar to you, but you still couldn't put a finger on it as to why. Your attention on Melina was broken by the sounds of conversation coming from the hill beside you, with your binoculars you could see a larger man, a little overweight with a big beard and slightly long hair. He was covered in tattoos, his white tank top doing nothing to hide them. Beside him were two young women, one with bright red hair, she wore a white suit while the other women had dirty blonde hair, a baggy white suit with a green vest. You looked down at the mission file to confirm the target was in fact, Yelena Belova.

You watched the three walk down the hill only to be greeted by Melina holding a rifle, your enhanced earing allowed you to listen to the unexpected greeting before the four traveled into the house. From the window, you could see they all sat at a table pouring drinks. The conversations between them made you take mental notes for when you had to report back to Dreykov.

"So, here's what's gonna happen" the redhead spoke, you could tell her voice from Yelena's. "Natasha don't slouch" Melina spoke, her Russian accent was thick, "I'm not slouching!" The woman you assumed was Natasha Romanoff argued.

"Yes, yes, you are!"

"I don't slouch!" Natasha spat.

"You're going to get a back hunch"

"Listen to your mother" a deeper voice spoke; you noted that voice down as Alexei Shostakov. Natasha signed "Oh, my God, this…"

"Up, up!" Melina prompts as you watch through the binoculars, smiling softly to yourself at the scene you watched from afar. Such an unusual family you thought as you continued to take mental notes and watch the family of four down glasses of what you assumed was vodka.

For a moment you lost yourself watching the family argue like other families did. "You're gonna tell us the location of the Red Room" Natasha demanded, shifting your attention back to the mission with a slight frown as you listened and watched even more.

"You can't defeat a man who commands the very will of others. You never saw the culmination of what we started in America, nor did you" Melina explained before you heard saw her pick up her device she was holding before, "What are you doing?" Natasha asked after Melina explained a few more things.

"Oh, I am explaining that the science is now so exact, the subject can be instructed to stop breathing and has no choice but to obey" she goes on.

After moments Melina explained more about the science behind Red Room and how they were able to do the things they do, to you, it meant nothing but knowing you were different to the other widows. Melina didn't mention anything about the things that they injected you with or why, all you knew was that you had to tell Dreykov they were coming for him.

You could hear the jets before you could see them as they surrounded the house with bright spotlights, guards you knew raided the house while you watched from a far unsure what to do when you saw them take your target, Yelena along with Natasha and Alexei into the jet.

"Let's not keep him waiting" you heard Melina speak.

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You returned to Red Room a few short hours later when you didn't get any commands from Dreykov. Walking by the training widows to your room, you wondered where your target was and why Dreykov sent you on a goose chase.

"Sir, What was that all ab-"you you paused after welcoming yourself to his office, seeing the red head, Natasha and Dreykov both looking over at you. "You're here. Good" Dreykov muttered but your attention was stuck on Natasha who sat with a frown. "Y-Y/n?" she questioned softly.

"Oh, that's useless, she doesn't remember you or anybody else" Dreykov inserted himself.

"What? You brainwashed her?" Natasha spat as she looked at him. "It doesn't matter" he muttered as he walked over to her, "she's better than you, faster, tougher, smarter!" he adds while circling her, "she does everything I say, when I say it. She has no intentions of leaving" he says to her before he looks back at you, "get out, you're not needed now!" He commands and just like he mentioned, you did so without a peep and walked back to your room.

"I know what you and Belova have been doing and let me assure you that it won't work on Y/n" Dreykov chuckled slightly while looking at Natasha. "What have you done to her?" Natasha demanded causing Dreykov to pull out the file he had on you. Everything you have ever done for him on file, everything he's ever done to you, burnt.

"I gave her a real home" he replied placing the file in front of Natasha. "The Avengers, they kept looking for her. That was you, yes?" he adds. Natasha flicked through your file, some of the details she'd already known. You'd been on the Avengers radar for some time now, they just weren't able to track you back to Red Room. "For years you have been looking for her and now you have Belova looking too? She belongs to me, I raised her" Dreykov rambles as Natasha closes your file. "She belongs with her family!" Natasha looked up at the older man. He chuckled once again, "She has no family, not even Belova. She has no ties to her. Not anymore!"

He circled Natasha once more before leaning against his desk in front of her, "do you know what her next mission is?" He asked. Natasha's jaw clenched as she kept strong eye contact with, "she's going to kill Belova for me, clean up the mess."

Natasha couldn't help but laugh in the man's face, "kill Yelena? Really?" she chuckles. "Don't laugh at me! At first, I wanted her to kill you for betraying your family but now?" Dreykov moves behind his desk, "do you know what I could do with an Avenger under my control?" he mutters moving his pinkie finger ring across the touch pad. Natasha looked behind her at the large screen with a map and mug shot like photos of thousands of girls, "I gave them all a home, a purpose! I took them off the street and gave them a life!" Dreykov says.

"You took away their freedom! Their choices! You can't honestly sit there and think you'd a god" Natasha shook her head with a chuckle.

"Is this your plan huh?"

"My plan is to kill you" Natasha stood from her seat, Dreykov cocked a brow, "Well, I'm alive so what are we doing to do now huh?"

"You don't feel anything, do you?" Natasha frowned, "did you feel anything when I killed your daughter?"

Dreykov laughed as he looked over to Antonia who stood patiently in the background, "Really?" He gestured for Antonia to step forward, "thank you Natasha for giving me one of my greatest weapons"

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You knew it would go against Dreykov's orders, but you couldn't help being drawn back to Melina's property, with your target in medical you assumed Dreykov would handle her and with Natasha in his office something didn't feel right. Slipping away without the guards noticing you was easy, especially when Dreykov was already busy with Yelena and Natasha. You traveled back to Melina's property knowing nobody was home, the sense of familiarity washed over you again.

Slowly you stepped into the house, a familiar smell greeted you as you stood in the kitchen, you'd been here before you told yourself, but nothing was coming to mind as you walked through to the living room and slowly up the stairs to the second floor. You were drawn to the first room on the right as it was the only room with a closed door. Touching the handle and turning it slowly brought you even more of a familiar sense to the building but again, nothing came to mind as to why.

The room smelt of dust as you switched the light on to see the bed made perfectly, a bookcase full of different books covered in dust leaving a trail from your finger as you ran over it. The desk looks as though this was a teenager's room, a laptop sat perfectly centered in the middle with a black leather book sat beside it. You frowned when you picked up the book, running your index finger over the red impressed name of yours before opening it.

"There is 365 pages in this book, drawing something for me every day, or don't. But I hope you do – Wanda"

Read on the first page, "Wanda" you whispered to yourself before flipping to the next page.

"Happy birthday, Мэри x"

Read the following page. The words stared back at you as you tried to work out who Mary was and why your name was on a book you'd never seen before and who was Wanda? You flipped to the next page as you sat down on the edge of the perfectly made bed with an even more confused look. A sketched drawing of 7 people sitting around a squared table with a birth cake in front of a young girl, at the bottom of the page wrote "first birthday!!" The longer you looked at the drawing the more you noticed who was in the photo, Yelena, Natasha, Melina, Alexei and two others you weren't sure of but there you were as a young girl with a big smile on her face with a banner above you that said "Happy Birthday"

Melina's voice soon clouded your mind with what you overheard earlier in the day, "The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled, Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe"

"Not me!" You mumbled to yourself as you threw the book to the side in frustration, "not me!" You spoke again. Your eyes caught a photo in a frame sitting on the desk, two small girls looking the happiest they've ever looked. You walked over to the photo and picked it up slowly, "Yelena" you whispered as you came to more realization. "Dreykov wanted me to kill Yelena because of this?" You asked yourself hoping that saying the words out loud would make more sense to the situation. Needing to take a moment as your breathing picked up and you felt overwhelmed you dropped the photo and stormed out of the room, leaving the light on. You needed answers and the only person who knew them was Dreykov.

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"Where's Y/n?" Natasha asked as Yelena helped reline her shoulder. "I don't know, I couldn't find her. We have to find Dreykov" Yelena replied, "I'll be right behind you" Natasha spoke giving Yelena the nod to go ahead.

Yelena rushed out as the building started to crumble, making sure to search each room in looks for you knowing that Dreykov was already on his way out of the building. Each room only left her with more worry and fear as there was no sign of you anywhere, she only hoped that Melina and Alexei had found you or that you were fortunately, for once, on a mission. Natasha collected all the data she needed for Melina and Yelena to help save the other widows as quickly as she could, even doing more digging in Dreykov's files for your name. To her surprise she found a lot more than she thought she would.

You arrived at the usual place where Red Room was hidden only to find it crumbling, falling from the sky. Jets of Widows landed safely as you stood in anger waiting for any sign of Dreykov.

"Y/n, you got out!" One of the Widows came up to you with a worried look, your jaw clenched at the sound of her voice as you looked at her, "Where's Dreykov?! Did you make sure he was safe?!" you asked in a demanding tone, the widow whose name you didn't know looked into your eyes with fear, "T-they didn't spray you with the gas?" she asked.

"Gas?!" You frowned, "Where is Dreykov?!" You added.

"W-we don't know…he's been controlling us. They told us we were free…" she tried to explain, "Shut up! Where the hell is he?! You guys a fucking useless!" You spat as you pushed by her. "Wait!" The Widow stopped you by lightly holding your arm, "You don't belong to him anymore, just wait, we'll help you" she said.

"I don't need your damn help!" You gripped her wrist and forced her to let you go. A loud explosive was heard from above, all of you looked up to see what it was. "That better not be him!" You turned to the Widow.

"Please, let them explain"

"Who?!"

"Melina, she knows everything!"

"We can't trust them!" You shook your head leaving the group of widows behind and began searching the rubble for any signs of Dreykov or Antonia as more pieces of the place you called home fell from the sky. Among the rubble were the bodies of guards that didn't make it to the ground safely but still no sign of Dreykov. With more and more pieces falling you decided to wait where it was safe, further away from the scene and hope to see him land in one of the jets so you could handle him yourself.

Why was there a photo of Yelena with a toddle that looked a little like you? Why was there a sketch book with a drawing of a first birthday which you only start to feel like was your own, but these people were strangers to you. You only know them from what you've been told, and nothing was ever mentioned about you having any connection to them and if you did, you didn't remember it.

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You realized the chances of Dreykov making it out alive were getting thinner by the second, you watched in the shadows as Natasha found Antonia before throwing a red dust into her face and the fight coming to a stop.

"Is he gone?" Antonia asked out of breath.

"He's gone" Natasha confirmed your fear. You watched her walk away after a few moments and called for Yelena. Now you'll never have the answers to your questions and without a home, what would you do? Where would you go?

Natasha found Yelena and you felt relief when you saw her movements from afar. Your heart only broke as you watched the two reconnect and hearing Natasha apologize in Russian. They were a family, a real family. You couldn't bear to watch anymore and it wasn't worth inserting yourself for a fight, quietly you disappeared into the woods leaving behind the only place you knew was safe. You were alone, confused and hurt, all these emotions you had Dreykov told you were worthless now it felt like the only thing that mattered.

You are alone, with nowhere to go.

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Lamentations Pt 4

Silas sighed. He pressed his pointer fingers together, then pressed them against his lips. He peered at his last entry. Those last words.

Pretty. Clever. Sharp.

That's what Morrigan called him, and he still remembered the emotions that flooded him when he processed the words.

Shock. Confusion. Flusteredness.

He was pretty sure Morrigan was messing with him at first, but that wasn't really Morrigan's idea of funny.

He had felt so restless that night, tossing and turning and scratching nervously at the wall, trying to find some purpose, some rhyme or reason for those words.

He thought of those gleaming, mischevious eyes and that wide toothy smirk, and his heart nearly lost all semblance of control.

Silas sighed and moved his hands to grasp his pen once again, just as he had done before.

Well, at least this bit would be easy to write.

Our encounters changed after that night. Not in a negative way, no, not atball. Though I will admit the atmosphere was tense when Morrigan came in the following week. I think he thought I was going to chase him off for what he said. But no, I did no such thing. The opposite, really.

Our relationship entered an odd limbo of flirting with each other and not much else after that. There were lingering touches, long-lasting (and I will admit, sultry) glances, flirting, his tailfin would curl around mine and I would let it, and of course, far more "fights" than usual.

When he requested that I teach him how to hunt, this seemed to worsen in a way. He would watch me with bright, burning eyes, hanging on to every word I spoke as if it were gospel.

I would watch him in turn, entranced by the sheer skill and ferocity in his movements as he copied my instructions . Too many times would a hunt turn on it's head and we would end up "fighting."

It's funny, really. To an outsider, it would seem like we were trying to kill each other. But we knew better. It was a dance. A waltz. A sign of trust proven by throats left unbitten and bellies left unslashed.

Morrigan was absolutely capable of killing me. It wouldn't be easy, and I would be able to cast something to get him away, but it was a possibility.

My magic was technically stronger, but his was far more refined, and his arsenal of spells was like no other. I was more patient and calculating, he was far more vicious and had an absolutely fascinating ability to simply force himself through whatever injury he was suffering from and keep going.

My malnourishment left me vulnerable, easy to break. And yet... he didn't. He was so careful. So practised. There were a few moments when we tangled with each other, where he would pause and glance down as if he feared he had broken me. Of course, I always took the opportunity to take victory over him, but I appreciated the sentiment.

Thinking back on these moments always brings me to those times where the fight was briefly forgotten, and we would simply gaze at each other in silence.

It's so easy to get lost in Morrigan's eyes. Brilliant, beautiful pools of turquoise like that of shallow tropical waters.

There was always so much in Morrigan's eyes. So many emotions and thoughts. So much knowledge. So much... adoration.

And then, the spell would break, and we would either go back upside or continue until we tired or one of us won.

My grandfather always teased me, muttering things like "Ah, young love" and reminiscing about when he met his own husband, and sometimes even teasing Morrigan.

However, I remember the day he got serious with me, staring into my soul with bright amethyst eyes that had witnessed things I could never begin to conceive.

"Silas."

"Yes, grandfather?"

"Sit down."

Silas sat down, suddenly feeling a lot less like a 33 year old business owner and more like a child about to get scolded.

"Silas," His grandfather spoke slowly, carefully, as if this were the most important conversation they would ever have. "I want you to think very carefully about your feelings for Morrigan. You're an adult, and you can make your own decisions, but I must advise that you decide where you want this... thing with him to go. He's clearly head over tailfin for you, and the two of you have been going in circles for months. You can't keep that up forever."

Silas opened his mouth to protest the very idea of having feelings for Morrigan or vise verse, then closed it again. He leaned back and blinked, taking a moment to think.

Morrigan. How could he ever describe how he felt about Morrigan?

A million different feelings and emotions flooded him at once when he was around Morrigan. Excitement, joy, amusement, thrills, admiration-

Love? Could that be what this was? He wasn't sure. He didn't know what romantic love felt like, not really. He attempted a date or two in the past, but while it didn't end 'badly', he never felt anything.

What could he say? They were nice, but they weren't Morrigan. They didn't make his adrenaline spike like Morrigan. They didn't snap back at his remarks like Morrigan. They didn't make him laugh with stupid jokes and puns like Morrigan. They weren't clever like Morrigan. They were not unafraid to fight him like Morrigan. They did not allow his teeth near their throat with such absolute trust like Morrigan.

...They didn't speak of the children in their life (at least those who had or interacted with children), the one's who's future was in their hands, with such care and love like Morrigan. They were not as odd, nor as ruthless and delightfullypowerful as Morrigan.

He could go on forever. It was quite simple, really. They were just not Morrigan.

Silas gazed at his grandfather and nodded his head.

"Yes, grandfather. I will."

I was quite absent-minded the next few days. Morrigan occupied my thoughts whenever possible, slithering into the cracks and crevices of my mind like a mischevious moray eel.

Yes, I was quite sure what I was feeling was some sort of romantic attraction. Morrigan made my heart pound, my blood rush, and my fins flare like something out of a cliché romance novel.

I eventually came to the decision that I wanted to give Morrigan a courting gift. Now, this was no lighthearted whim. Even in the Abyss, courting gifts were treated with utmost importance. In fact, damaging or breaking them was considered bad luck, especially if you were neither the giving nor receiving party.

I spent ages pondering what to make for Morrigan. I didn't bother worrying if teeth or bones would scare him off. He stuck with me that long and flirted with me on the regular. If something as simple as teeth bothered him, he would have been gone years ago.

The question at hand was what teeth to get him. The tradition of courting gifts went back hundreds of years, and it used to be common to kill a particularly dangerous, feared, or difficult to kill animal or person and present whoever you're interested in with some remnant of the carcass.

Usually, it was jewellery. The most common was a simple necklace of teeth. It shows your potential partner that you're capable of protecting them. If they reciprocate, they do so by making a courting gift to give to you in return.

It's still in practice today, but pretty things like seashells are becoming more popular over teeth and bones.

I had so many different possible creatures, even people, to choose from that I just couldn't decide. Barracuda? Moray eel? Swordfish?

I was so distracted with this that I almost completely missed Morrigan's arrival with a single yellowfin tuna in hand and a smug grin on his face

He had gotten so good at hunting under my guidance, but stealth was where he truly excelled.

"You..." Sillas' eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the tuna. His tuna. "I-"

"You're awfully distracted today, Silas," said Morrigan with a toothy grin. "Don't even notice me come in. What's going on in that mysterious mind of yours?"

Silas huffed. "I'm tired. But still, well done. I didn't even suspect you had arrived."

He was met with a smaller, more genuine smile. "Well, I did learn from the best."

Silas sent a half smile back, trying to act like his cheeks weren't warming up. "Hmm, true. What will it be today?"

"One yellowfin tuna," Morrigan began, holding the tuna up higher with that grin of his stretched across his face. He had such a stupid grin. Silas loved it. "four mackerel and and one octopus."

"A whole octopus?"

"Yeah."

Silas raised an eyebrow and went to package Morrigan's order, pondering whether or not he should make a remark about how Morrigan never ordered his "specials."

"That's new. What's the occasion?"

"My ma's birthday. She loves octopus."

"First time she's sent you to buy that from me."

Morrigan shrugged. "She doesn't want to get it her usual way anymore. A pair of octopus mers, mother and daughter, recently moved into the city. Ma says it would be disrespectful."

Silas furrowed his brows, then blinked at Morrigan. "What-"

"Yeah, I don't get it either. Apparently, one of the octopus mers is starting up a restaurant. You may have a customer. Mom told her about you."

"She did?" Silas questioned, surprised. He made an effort to ignore the pun. "I didn't expect-"

"Me neither." Said Morrigan. "She said all sorts of lovely things, a list of recommendations and compliments a mile long. She's usually so... unpleasant about you. Sorry. She thinks you're a-"

"Bad influence?" Silas finished, handing Morrigan his order. He knew the words quite well at this point. "Mm, I'm not surprised. I did turn you into a stone cold hunter with a taste for blood, after all. And I tried to kill you."

Morrigan's grin twisted into a smirk. "And I'm all the better for it. I'll happily do it all over again. Especially if it's to see you every week."

As he spoke, he shuffled about with his satchel and placed a pouch on the counter. It was created from seaweed and coral, like most things in the sea were, although it was larger than purses usually were.

"I've gotta go. I cannot be late today. See you next week Si!"

"Morrigan-" Silas began, but Morrigan was already gone. He sighed and picked up the pouch, muttering about keeping the change, and opened it to count the madol inside.

"Really, Morrigan, forgetting y-"

Whatever quip about to come out of Silas' mouth died on his tongue. His mouth went dry, and his heart began to pound as he peered at what lay inside the pouch.

Slowly, he reached inside the pouch and pulled the object of his shock free.

A necklace. A necklace of teeth, of orca teeth, strung on a carefully crafted string of seaweed and magic. A particularly spiney murex shell was the centrepiece of the whole ordeal.

Silas swallowed, his heart pounding so fast it nearly jumped out of hus throat. Quickly, he rifled through the pouch. There was the payment for the mackerel and octopus, and nothing else. No note. There was no need for one.

The message was loud and clear.

Trembling, Silas traced the large, sharp teeth and clutched the necklace to his chest.

A courting gift. Morrigan had given him a courting gift.

A flurry of emotions suddenly exploded inside Silas and he hastily swam to the second floor of the building, bursting into the kitchenette and scaring his grandfather into dropping his newspaper.

"Sea Witch, Silas, someone better be dying." The old shark gasped.

"No- No- Grandfather, Morrigan- he-" Silas gave up on words and carefully held up the necklace. "Look."

His grandfather's eyes widened, and then the surpised expression was replaced with a smile.

"Well now, it looks like he beat you to it. You plan to present him with one as well? ...If that is what you want?"

The question went unanswered for a while. Silas gazed at the necklace, then pulled his hair away from his neck and slid the necklace over his head.

"Yes," He murmured, thumbing at a particularly large tooth. "More than anything."

The thought of being with Morrigan, the thought of wearing his courting gift while he wore mine, filled me with a sense of what I can only describe as giddiness.

I knew what to get him then. Whatever I previously had in mind was dwarfed by the fact that Morriganbhad managed to pull the teeth of an orca, the oceans' top predator, whether by killing it, seriously wounding it or some other method.

How was I going to top that? It was simple, really. Find a bigger orca.

My grandfather found this incredibly amusing, of course, as he did with most things involving Morrigan and I.

"Always so competitive." He said to me. "Even when it comes to courting gifts."

He was right, of course, but competition was a constant between Morrigan and I. It is something that remained even after our friendship gave way to romance.

Besides, I was the better hunter.

With that in mind, I set off on my little journey to find an orca. Orcas do not scare me. They don't compare to the horrors down below, and I have eaten orca before.

The actual hunt of that orca when I found it is not too important. The important part to me is making the necklace.

It took a while for me to pull out the teeth I needed. I had to be precise and careful so I didn't damage them irbger them stuck. Then, after dropping them off at home, I swam to the very edge of the city of Atlanta.

It was the closest I had ever been to the city. Perfect, sparkling, and bright, fitted amongst a beautiful coral reef where the sunlight could reach. It hurt my eyes and made me nervous.

Nonetheless, I got what I wanted. A volute shell. A fairly large, very pretty volute shell. I may not understand the logic of presenting pearls and shells to your partner, as they prove nothing about your abilities, but it was a part of Morrigan's culture and I wanted to include it alongside the teeth.

I returned home quickly and, using a combination of seaweed, rope, and magic, began putting the necklace together. Small bone knives and some more magic helped me pierce the holes I needed, and then I laced the rope through the teeth and shells.

It took a very long time and was a frustrating process, but I was very particular about how I wanted it to look and refused to settle for second best.

I was quite proud of myself when I finished. I knew how to craft bags, pouches, traps, and weapons, but I never made jewellery. This necklace of teeth, with the volute shell functioning as a pendant, turned pit well. It looked beautiful.

When Morrigan came in next week, he was nervous. I know this because his stealth utterly failed, and I caught him before he could get a fin in the door.

We had our usual banter, although Morrigan was much more stiff than usual, then sold him his fish and carefully placed the necklace inside Morrigan's pouch alongside his change.

"I'll see you next week, Morrigan," Silas said softly, sending the mer a half smile.

Morrigan's earfins drooped, and a disappointed expression briefly flashed across his face.

"Uh- yeah. I'll see you next week, Si." He said. He began to drift out the door with none of his usual sassy comments, muttering to himself.

"Make sure you count your change, Morrigan," Silas called to him. "My math is off today."

"Yeah, okay." Morrigan called back dully. There was the sound of shuffling. Then, a pause. Then, a gasp of surprise and delight.

Morrigan shot back into the shop so fast he was a mere blur of dark green. He grasped Silas by the arms and nearly knocked him over, turquoise eyes as wide as saucers.

He was already wearing the necklace. It looked incredible on him.

"Y-You're serious?" He gasped out, disbelief all over his face.

Silas simply sent him a smile, and that said enough. Morrigan's fins fanned out in excitement, and he slid his hands down to Silas' hips.

"May I?"

Silas nodded.

Morrigan pulled Silas close and coiled his tail around Silas', carefully wrapping his arms around him.

"I'm so glad you said yes," He said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you weren't interested."

To his surprise, Silas huffed and leaned forward so their foreheads bumped together. "I'm afraid being uninterested in you is impossible.

Silas could feel Morrigan's heart speed up, though he didn't respond. He didn't need to. They simply stayed like that for a while, staring into each other's eyes, turquoise on amthyst.

After some time passed, Morrigan slowly moved his hand to cup Silas' cheek, the tips of his claws pressing harmlessly against the rough skin.

"I love you." He seemed to say, although no words were spoken. Silas put his own hand on top of Morrigan's and stroked it with his thumb. "I love you too."

Rough, scarred lips met soft, radiant ones in tandem.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading all the fluff! I was smiling the whole time while writing, hehe (except when Tumblr deleted the whole thing >:()

Tagging: @distant-velleity @theleechyskrunkly @the-banana-0verlord @cynthinesia @cyanide-latte @boopshoops @whspermy-name @officialdaydreamer00 @elenauaurs

For reference, the murex shell looks like this:

And the volute shell looks like this:

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Lighters in Malevolent

Hello, folks!

So, as loads of people have noticed, there’s some hinky stuff going on with the lighter in Malevolent. As I was going back through transcripts to see where it popped up, I thought it might be helpful to have a reference of all the lighter appearances so far (a sentence that sounded a lot more hinged in my head than when I typed it out.)

Obviously, there will be spoilers from EP1-26 under the cut.

Bold: Arthur obtains a lighter. Regular: Arthur uses a lighter. Italics: Relevant but not directly related to lighters.

For brevity purposes, I’ve also omitted repetitive lighter uses. (For example, if Arthur flicks on the lighter four times to guide himself around some tunnels, I’ve only noted the first go unless something has drastically changed in the meanwhile.)

(This is more of a reference post than a theorizing post, but IMO, a lot of the more Compelling lighter red-stringing pops up in later S2 + S3.)

Season 1

EP1: Arthur uses the lighter while exploring the ritual/sacrifice basement.

EP2: Arthur finds a flashlight in the trunk of his car. He leaves it after the crash.

EP3: Arthur uses a matchbook to light a candle, found in the Mansion.

EP4: Arthur steals Kellin’s lighter from his bed. He briefly drops it, and then lights Kellin’s bed on fire.

EP5: John remarks that they have nothing after the hospital, excepting clothes and several hundred dollars from the Lost and Found.

EP6: Arthur remarks that they need to get a flashlight and matches, which they buy at the gun shop.

EP7: Arthur searches for a lighter on his person to re-light the lighthouse wick. John responds that they have one, but it refuses to light in the heavy wind. He re-lights the lighthouse keeper’s supernatural lamp.

EP9: Officer Collin has a lighter at the start of the episode. Arthur takes both a lighter and a flashlight on the police boat, after the monster attack. He uses a lighter to start a fire on the beach.

EP11: Arthur uses the lighter for illumination and.to construct a torch.

EP12: Arthur uses the lighter to illuminate the hotel basement.. He initially refuses to light the boat lantern, but eventually does use the lighter to both burn the tadpoles and smash a lit lantern against the boat.

Season 2

EP13: Arthur finds his lighter in his bag while dealing with the Trader. He uses it to cauterize John’s wound.

JOHN: You said something back there. ‘This too shall pass’. (NB: In reference to Arthur comforting John before biting off his little finger.) ARTHUR: Yes. JOHN: Why did you say that? ARTHUR: I don’t know, it’s just a comforting thought. JOHN: It’s written on our lighter. ARTHUR: Oh, that’s right! (He pulls it out and flicks it.) That’s the one I had with me from... the office, way back when. Crazy to think it’s made it all this way. It’s not even really mine. JOHN: No? ARTHUR: No, found it in an old desk drawer when we moved in. JOHN: Interesting.

EP14: Arthur refers to the lighter when talking with the Three Soldiers.

EP15: Arthur uses the lighter to illuminate the tunnels.

EP16: Arthur momentarily drops and recovers his lighter. He uses the lighter to ignite the supernatural bullseye lantern.

EP17: Arthur lights and extinguishes the lighter per John’s wishes. He also uses the lighter to make his Molotov Cocktail.

EP19: Arthur barters back his lighter from the Trader after his imprisonment.

EP20: Kayne lists his things, but neglects to mention the lighter. In panic, John suggests the lighter to help with Lilly’s bleeding.

Season 3

Coda: Arthur uses the lighter to light a fire.

EP22: The following two exchanges -

As Arthur enters the washroom to bathe:

(The door shuts behind him. Arthur searches through his pockets.)

YELLOW: What are you searching for? ARTHUR: Our lighter. YELLOW: You have a lighter? ARTHUR: Of course, don’t you … you saw it. YELLOW: No. ARTHUR: You must’ve, you said – (NB: Reference to Yellow saying ‘This Too Shall Pass’ at end of EP21.) YELLOW: I didn’t see your lighter, Arthur. ARTHUR: Fine, must be in the bag. Any way to light the stove? We need to heat the water. It’s freezing in here.

After Arthur sees Uncle rummaging through his room:

ARTHUR: Oh. Um. (He starts to speak, in the same cadence as Kayne’s original rhyme. The main theme starts to play.) The glass, the stone, the mask, the books, the tooth, the coin, the wallet and … (Normal cadence) Some hooks. Um, the shaving kit, and my … uh, lighter should be in here, somewhere. YELLOW: What lighter? ARTHUR: The lighter, you – I used it... oh! (He flicks the lighter.) YELLOW: What? ARTHUR: Oh, it’s here, in my – in my … in my jacket. W-Wait! Didn’t I just…?

EP23: Yellow tells Arthur to pull out the lighter to illuminate their way in the estate. Arthur refuses.

EP24: In the mine, John asks Arthur where his lighter is. He finds it in his jacket again. He lights a lamp.

EP25: Arthur lights a torch with the lighter.

#Malevolent #Malevolent Spoilers #malevolent meta #( can you tell I miss being in the research biz #(as per usual if there's any catastrophic errors let me know and I'll take a loo #Malevolent Podcast #(Oh! And I forgot to mention - if anyone wants me to do this for any other plot elements #(EG. who are all those people in S1. what's up with the books. etc etc #( let me know! no promises but I do like transcript trawling

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Chapter Seven: They're Mine

Summary: Natasha is determined to find her wings - for if someone is willing to kill for them, then so is she.

Pairings: Devil!Natasha x Fem!Reader, Angel!Yelena x Natasha (sisters), Steve Rogers x Reader.

Warnings: Torture (waterboarding, sort of), murder (as always), Steve is still a douche, lots of soft Natasha but also lots of angy devil Nat, descriptions of murder. lmk if there's anything else pls, i'm typing this in the witching hours of the night.

A/N - There is a lot of italics and bold in this. When I use these, italics will often mean emphasis on the word/s, a different language or the name of something. With bold, it's either when Natasha is using her mojo, someone is yelling/growling or when combined with italics, is subsequently a combination of both yelling/growling and emphasis.

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*not my gif* - these are Natasha's wings, I hope I described them well!

Lux was quite empty save for a few dancers, Wanda and a man, as well as waiters and waitresses. Wanda watched the dancer in front of her with a wide grin before she looked over to the lonesome man. She gave him a not-so-subtle wink and lured him upstairs, using her inhuman speed to climb the secret stairs and get into the hot tub on the balcony.

The sound of the elevator ding alerted her, her ear twitching minutely before the man’s footsteps were easily heard across the tiles. At his hesitation, she grinned and looked slightly over her shoulder, the bikini showing off some small tattoos dotted on her skin.

“What are you waiting for? Hop in.”

Her simple seduction technique worked for his lust-drunk brain, disrobing into just his shorts before he sank into the water. Wanda pulled him close, and just as she was about to kiss him, her fingers threaded through his hair and pushed him down slightly.

He didn’t know that she would hold him underwater though, the thrashing in likeness to a prey caught between a shark’s mouth. She easily brought him back up, holding his head in a lock that could easily snap his neck.

Natasha, in a dark red and black-lined bikini, sank into the water on the other side. Her vibrant hair was all tied up in a neat ballerina bun, but a few small wisps that touched the water were as bright as blood. “Hello, Sergei. Waters a bit rough, are they?” She teased.

“What-what the hell are you doing?” Sergei coughed.

Her head tilted to the side slightly as her feet brushed against Sergei’s legs, gradually getting higher and higher. “Isn't it obvious? I'm going to brutally torture you until you give me what I want. My wings… Where are they?”

Sergei looked at her like she was crazy. “What wings? I don't even know what you're talking about!”

A simple brush against Wanda’s thigh had the demon pushing him back underwater, looking at her queen as she rolled her eyes. “Why do they always insist on being so difficult?”

After a few more seconds, another brush had Sergei sputtering water everywhere. “As you can see, I'm not playing, so let's try again, shall we? My wings, please.”

“Why would I take your wings?! I don't even know who you are!” He begged.

She sighed. “I'm Natasha Romanoff. And you, you small-peckered fool, are Sergei Bok, a known smuggler. You move just about anything you can get your trashy hands on.”

“Please, lady! I don't have 'em! I swear. Okay? I don't know what I'd do with a pair-”

Wanda dunked him back down, easily able to control him whilst he thrashed around. “Maybe if I hit him a few times?” She offered Natasha.

The redhead sighed, shaking her head as she caressed Wanda’s skin. “Though I hate to say it, I'm not sure violence is the trick here. I'm beginning to wonder if this human stain is actually telling the truth.”

Wanda almost leapt forward in defiance. “No! He's scum. He'll say anything.”

“Maybe it's not him… Maybe it's us.”

“Us?”

Natasha nodded, almost solemnly. “He's the fifth man we've accosted this week. Perhaps we're - dare I say it - going about this wrong? It might even be time to seek the help of a professional.”

Natasha stepped out of the hot tub and wrapped her towel around her waist, stopping for a moment when there wasn’t more thrashing. “Wanda…”

The sound of Sergei gasping for air was all that she needed to hear, walking into her bathroom to have a shower.

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Whilst you were normally comfortable with a few eyes in you in the precinct, you weren’t expecting almost every pair as you walked towards your desk for the start of your day.

“Hey.” You muttered as Steve came to your side.

“I don't know that you want to be here right now, Y/N.” He warned you cryptically.

“What, do I have a ‘hate me’ sign on my face?”

“If only it were that simple. It's about Malcolm.”

“What about him?” You squeezed through a gap between two men, their glaring eyes making you glare back.

“The guy's been in a coma for months. His wife decided to pull the plug. Malcolm's dying today, and you're still investigating him for corruption.” Steve explained.

“So, what, they hate me even more now that I won't put a halo on his head?” You scoffed.

“Maybe stay away from the precinct tonight. Cops are having a living wake.”

“Anything else?”

“It would make everyone's life easier if you would close your investigation.”

You shook your head as you chuckled wryly. “You know, Steve, I thought we were actually making progress there for a second, but once again, look who's on Team Everyone Else.”

He scoffed. “I'm trying to protect you.”

“From what? Catching a criminal or hurting your rep?”

“It's not about any of that. It's about Malcolm's family. If there's an open investigation calling for his dismissal, it can cost them his benefits, his pension, all of it.”

“So, what, you want me to just drop it? Just turn my back on everything I stand for?” You turned away.

He grabbed your wrist. “No. I'm saying if you want to do something about it, then do it now. You have 24 hours. Or let it go and let his family move on.”

You ripped your wrist from his hand, pointing a finger in his face. “Do not touch me.”

He raised his hands in surrender and you grabbed your things, going back home to use those 24 hours wisely.

You didn’t think that it would entail having Natasha.

“Is this really what you do in your spare time? How fascinatingly morose. Do you ever think of taking up knitting?”

You jumped at the sound of her voice, looking at her outfit of a black-on-black suit. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm here because I could really use your expertise. You're not busy, are you?” She looked down at the pages and pages of information surrounding you in a semicircle.

You stood. “Actually, shocker, I am busy. And it's really not a good day for... your... Natashaness.” You gestured to her whole body.

“Huh?”

You turned her around and guided her to the door. “Here's an idea. Call next time.”

She easily closed the door, watching you sigh and go to the fridge. “No, no, no. Hold on. Now, I'm not one to get into the feels, usually, but... you seem genuinely distressed. You okay? Do you want to... I don't know... chat about it or something? Sex is always on the table.”

You scoffed as you poured a glass of water from the cold jug. “You never quit, do you?”

“No, no, I’m not known for it. However… I'm simply offering an ear. Come on. Tell Tasha what’s wrong.” She cooed teasingly, seating herself on the opposite side of the kitchen counter.

You sighed. “Remember the Palmetto case I was telling you about?”

Her eyebrows raised. “The case that's been consuming you, causing people to despise you, call you names... people that I even quarrelled with because of it? No, it doesn't ring a bell.”

You chuckled. “Well, they're pressuring me to drop the case, assume the party line, and say the guy died a hero.”

“My spidey sense tells me dropping it's not what you want, is it?” She assumed.

You nodded. “I want the truth.”

“Well, then seek it out! You're a police officer. You don't need anyone's permission.”

You blindly looked around the room, nodding your head slightly. “Hmm. That's decent-ish advice.”

“I know. I'm quite good. Anyway, now we've helped you, my turn. See, I'm sort of working on a case of my own. And it seems that I've... Well, hit a bit of a snag.” She sighed, annoyed.

“A case? Um… What kind of case is it?” You kept yourself from laughing at her.

“Well, the nature of the investigation isn't important. I'm strictly here for professional advice. What do you do when your case hits a wall?” She asked, hands clasped together like she was praying.

“Mmm. What do I do when I get stuck?” You asked for clarification, which she gave with a nod.

“Well, I grab a pair of fresh eyes - someone who's not gonna be afraid to be honest with me, even if it's not what I want to hear.”

“Well, well. That's a brilliant idea.” She hummed.

“Yeah. It kinda is.” You murmured, grabbing some evidence from behind you. “So maybe if you help me, I could help you…”

And Natasha was gone.

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The beach was almost empty, given that the waters were beginning to cool, and the sound of a single wing flap didn’t make Natasha turn.

“What are we doing here, Natasha?” Yelena asked, standing by her sister in her formal clothing.

“I like to come here from time to time. Dip my toes in the sand, breathe the ocean air, walk down memory lane.” She chuckled.

“You see, five years ago, when Wands and I abandoned Hell, I landed right here on this beach. This is where I flipped dead old Dad the grandest of birds and had Wands sever my wings.”

“And why are you telling me this? Honestly, why summon me here at all? Surely it's not just to reminisce.” Yelena scoffed.

“I've asked you here because those same wings have been stolen. And I need your help to get them back.” Natasha looked towards her sister, who was already looking at her in disbelief.

“Your wings are missing?”

“Sorry, is there an echo? Isn't that what I just said?”

“What exactly am I supposed to do with that news?!” Yelena barked, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Use your angelic powers to soar around the city and find them. I mean, really, what good's an angel if he can't help a sister out? Am I right?” Natasha held her fist out for Yelena to bump, but she didn’t.

“Tasha, since your grand departure from Hell, I've been the one that's had to patrol the gates, I've been the one keeping damned souls from slipping loose - a job, by the way, that I loathe.”

“I didn't ask for that.”

“But those wings out there in the human world? Tasha, they're too powerful. A piece of divinity. Humanity can't handle them. And if they fall into the wrong hands-”

"Then people might die? Yeah, I get that. Just saw an asshole toss himself off a building after a mere peek at them, so if you're done telling me things I already know…” She took a deep breath, controlling her bubbling anger. “Will you help me or not?”

“You tell me something. If you truly hated the wings, why'd you hold onto them all this time?” Yelena grumbled.

Natasha shook her head. “That is none of your business, sister.”

“It's a sentimental move, Natasha. Especially for someone that was trying to leave their life behind.”

“Oh, please, here we go.”

“Maybe deep down you realise you never should've cut them off. And maybe that's why you left yourself an out.”

“Yeah. So are you done? Pretty words, but no. They're my property, I want them back, simple as that. If I can avoid an earth-shattering tragedy as well, bonus!”

“You wanted free will. You wanted accountability. Well…” Yelena let her wings fly out, their dark grey matching her formal clothing. “Fix your own damn mess, for once.”

Natasha watched her shoot up into the sky, time resuming around her before an idea popped into her head. After a lengthy phone call with you that ended up in an APB on angel wings and her help with Palmetto, Natasha parked her Corvette on the street, opposite your cop car.

*Oh, there he is.* Natasha thought to herself as she spotted Steve, straightening herself up as she walked in by your side.

“So, this is Palmetto Street.” She kicked an empty can like a child.

Steve chuckled dryly. “I'm sorry, why is she here again?”

“She helps me see things differently.” You answered.

“Yes, I've proved myself quite useful, Steve.” She glared at him before turning to you. “So, how can we help you?”

“All right, I want to reenact the shooting. I want to figure out what I missed.”

“How's that gonna prove anything?” Steve asked.

“Just humour me, thanks.” You turned to Natasha. “You will represent the seedy criminal element.” You placed her to one side.

“Oh, I believe you mean stunning criminal element.” She snickered.

Steve scoffed, but your careful eyebrow straightened him into position. “And Steve, you will stand for Malcolm. The tough-as-nails cop, who wishes I would leave this stupid case alone.”

“Ah, cute.” Steve smirked.

“And I will play myself. A chick who cannot figure out what the hell she saw. So in the months leading up to the shooting, we were following a French drug trafficker Nikolas Aoudi.”

Natasha was excited when you pointed at her. “Ooh, can I have a gun? I feel like Nikolas would definitely have a gun.”

Steve interjected. “Actually he was more of a hammer guy. He liked to break fingers and arms. Some legs and teeth too.”

“Right. Can I have a hammer, then?” The redhead turned to you, but you shook your head whilst Steve threw his arms up in the air.

“Somehow Aoudi kept evading the LAPD. I arrested one of his guys, I thought he was gonna flip. Then suddenly he changed his tune. The only cop who spoke to him was Malcolm. So, one night, I tracked him here, sneaking in through the side door. And I hid behind this glass.” You pointed to the red door on Natasha’s right, Steve’s left, and the redhead watched as your aura changed.

Yes - when she wanted, Natasha could see auras. She mostly used it on punishing mortal souls, depending on what their deadly sin and their aura was, but with you… it was different. They all had one singular colour, one defining trait to their souls.

When she looked at you, it looked like fireworks were going off around you. Red, blue, yellow, green, pink, turquoise - she registered this abnormality as you having mixed emotions.

“I could see them. It was Malcolm and Aoudi and his bodyguard. They… they looked like they were making a deal. Malcolm was holding cash.” You stammered.

“Hold on.” An idea came to Natasha as she faded her aura sight, fiddling with the inside of her suit to hand Steve a wad of cash. “Ooh, is that enough?” She handed over what could have easily been a thousand dollars based on the few hundred notes.

Steve took it whilst you continued talking. “A bribe, maybe. I'm not sure. But I leaned forward to hear what they were saying. And accidentally, I made a sound. I-I could feel it. Malcolm saw me, but he didn't react. He just went back to his conversation.”

You spun around, and Natasha grew alarmed at the glossy look in your eyes, a look she knew well.

PTSD.

“And that's when the shot went off. I-It didn't take long before bullets were flying everywhere. I had to brace behind the door, and then I ran in when it was quiet. Aoudi and his man were dead.”

You knelt down on the ground, Natasha’s concern never fading.

“Malcolm was on the floor, bleeding out.” You held your hand out gently towards the memory before it cleared, showing you the real world.

“There was nothing you could do.” Steve murmured quietly as you stood.

“It doesn't make sense.” Natasha stated.

“How?” You asked.

“Aoudi would have no desire to kill Malcolm. Trust me, if there's one thing I know, it's desire. I mean, if Malcolm were indeed corrupt, he'd be Aoudi's golden goose. It'd be quite dumb to shoot him.” She shrugged.

An idea popped into your head. “What if someone else was here?”

Steve put his hand on your shoulder. “The cops searched the place up and down, Y/N. There was no one else. Look, you may not want to believe it, but what if...?” He trailed off, making you sigh in defeat.

“I was wrong.”

Steve pulled out his phone as it rang, only taking four rings to answer. “Rogers. Uh, yeah. Okay, I will let her know.” He hung up, looking at you. “Did you really put out an APB for... angel wings?”

You shrugged, looking towards Natasha. “Maybe.”

“Well, it looks like they got a hit.”

Natasha’s eyes lit up. “Excellent! Right, my turn.”

She took your hand and gently pulled you out towards your cars, to which her Corvette hummed to life whilst yours… sputtered.

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Natasha didn’t like what the FBI had to say about her wings. But the information they gave was enough for her to go it alone, making a quick pit stop at Lux before she went on her way.

She handed the valet her keys after stepping out into a gorgeous suit with a red inside layer, standing out as she walked into the lobby. The dark red tie was an eye-catcher, but it was more so the assets around it that had some male attention. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a single but thick braid, her eyeshadow subtle but defining of her brilliant emerald eyes.

As she walked past a closed private room, her celestial senses fired off and she stopped, chuckling to herself. “Vyydi ottuda, sestra. (Come out of there, sister.)”

She watched Yelena step out of the shadows, wearing a similar suit to her own but with green exchanged for red, the dark green tie contrasting stunningly with her blonde hair. The stare she gave her devilish sister was one that the redhead enjoyed seeing, mostly because she liked annoying her.

“So what happened to going it alone, lying in my own mess and such? Or did you just want a front row seat to the action?” Natasha smirked as she led them down a hallway.

“I assure you, Natasha, I take no pleasure in following you around. But this is far too important to let you screw up.” Yelena grumbled, fidgeting with her cufflinks.

“Ah, so you just came to help?”

“I came to ensure the wings get back where they belong.”

“Which is where exactly?”

“You mean besides on your back?” The blonde scoffed.

Natasha chuckled at her quip. “Oh, surely, my fine-feathered friend, you don't expect that to happen.”

“They belong in the Heavens where they were created. If you don't want them, that's where they'll be.” Yelena concluded.

“Fair enough. Considering we're on a clock now, I could use a wingman.” The devil shrugged.

Yelena’s eyes widened slightly as they reached the top of another set of stairs. “What do you mean?”

“The FBI's raiding the place. So if we don't get the wings, humanity finds divinity, so on and so forth… you know the rest.” Natasha explained.

“Well, we can't let that happen.”

“Right, so you can join. Provided, of course, you can keep that angelic ego of yours in check.”

“I don't have an ego.” Yelena mumbled.

“Sure you do!” Natasha cooed. “but I'm encouraging you to get off that high horse and learn a thing or two about humanity. Though it appears that you've picked up a fashion sense. So that's, uh… I miss the dress.” The redhead sighed annoyedly.

They both stood in line patiently before they came face to face with the bouncer at the door, who upon seeing no invitation, spoke. “Private party.”

Yelena stepped forwards but Natasha stopped her with a hand on her chest. “Honey, not vinegar.” She warned, turning to the bouncer. “Yes, excuse me, I understand this event is very exclusive. But, uh, surely you've got room for just two more?”

Natasha reached into her jacket and pulled out a few hundred dollar bills, packing them neatly into the bouncer’s breast pocket.

“Unless you got business here, scram.” He ordered.

Yelena turned to Natasha, a silent expression of ‘dumbass’ written across her face. But an idea popped into Natasha’s mind, making her smirk. “It's funny you should say that, actually. Perhaps I do have something that might interest those keen on religious relics.”

She pulled out her special coin from within her jacket and held it up to the security camera above the door, watching the bouncer press into his earpiece.

He smiled at them both. “Right this way, ladies.”

“Thank you.” Natasha smiled widely as they walked through the door, pocketing the coin in her pants.

They were soon found by another bouncer, leading them towards a private room. Upon entrance, Natasha gave the small imp of a man her coin before he brought it to a fancy magnifier.

A man came into the room through another door, coming to the side of the magnifier. A stout, dark-toned man with a suit that Natasha knew to either be a cheap knock-off or from an expensive tailor.

There was a brief discussion between them both, too quiet for the celestials to hear, before the stout man named Carmen came in front of the girls with the coin in hand. “Congratulations, Mr. Morningstar. The Catholics and the Satanists will be clawing for this coin. With any luck, we may even have a bidding war on our hands. Wouldn't that be fun?”

“Who would've thought, eh? The devil's coin, worthy of so much love?” Natasha sat down as Carmen did, Yelena sitting in the chair beside her.

“Put a bunch of believers in a room and - pardon the pun - but the sky's the limit.” Carmen chuckled heartily.

The redhead chuckled with him, her voice much raspier and… far better than his. “That's very good.”

“If I didn't know any better, I would say that you don't respect your buyers' faith.” Yelena chimed in, hands clasped together as they rested on her lap.

“Oh, quite the contrary. I respect my customers' faith very much. But I don't have to share in their beliefs to profit from them.” Carmen shrugged.

The blonde tilted her head slightly. “So… I take it you're not a believer then?”

“I'm a man that believes in one simple divinity - the almighty dollar.” Carmen laughed loudly.

Natasha, ever the performer, laughed loudly with him, turning to Yelena at the end. “Humans. Am I right?”

With no sisterly reaction, Natasha ignored her and leaned towards Carmen. “I have to admit, I love being the bearer of bad news.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Carmen’s voice fell flat a bit, even though he still held a small smile.

“The coin's not for sale. I simply used it to gain entrée to you.” Natasha took the coin off of the table and put it back in her pocket.

“Then why are you here?”

“Someone stole my wings. About eight feet each, glow with the light of God. So if you'd be so kind as to deliver them, then we can be on our way without any... unpleasantries.”

Had Natasha been paying attention, she would have seen Carmen’s body language change. Straightened back, eyes on her. Her refined senses would have heard his heartbeat too - a spike before it normalised, like lightning within a storm.

“Funny. That's not how this works.”

Natasha tensed up at the sound of guns cocking, watching the bodyguard behind Carmen load his along with the other sounds behind her and Yelena.

The cocky blonde chuckled darkly. “Oh, you men don't know who you're dealing with. Those guns don't frighten us. In fact, I dare you to shoot.”

“Sestra…” Natasha tried to interrupt as Yelena leaned on the bench to face Carmen.

“Go ahead. See what happens.”

“And there's that angelic ego I was talking about.” The redhead sighed.

Carmen smirked as all guns were pointed on the women. “I'm sorry, uh... You were saying?”

Natasha stood and pulled Yelena back. “Gentlemen, please, don't mind my sister. She's just a bit... simple. We meant no disrespect, truly.”

*I thought you told me you wanted your wings back.* Yelena scoffed in her mind.

*I do, but this is hardly the way to go about it.* Natasha hissed.

“Give me one good reason not to finish this right now.” Carmen growled.

Natasha grinned her alluring smile. “Because you simply misunderstood me. I'm more than happy to buy the wings, like everyone else, with cash. A whole boatload of money. If you truly worship the dollar, then I'm your ticket to divinity.”

She watched Carmen carefully now, unlike she should have earlier. His posture relaxed slightly, but the thinned lips didn’t let up. “Happy bidding.” He snarked.

Natasha gave her thanks before dragging an annoyed Yelena out of the room, following the bouncer to the main party area, with Getting Surreal by the Fratellis playing through the speakers. On display in lavish (but probably cheap) display cases were many different items of jewellery, goblets encrusted with gems, crowns, bejewelled pouches, rings - anything that looked old and religious, as most things do, were in a case.

“It's funny, isn't it, how all it takes to unite the faiths of the world is a bit of illegal consumerism.” Natasha commented as she took a glass of champagne from a waiter, Yelena doing the same.

“Mmm. What I'd like to know is, since when is the Princess of Darkness scared of some insufferable human gun?” She questioned.

Natasha found a table for them to stand at, hiding them within the crowd but close enough for them to see and possibly steal her wings away when they came. “Well, since I, uh… I bled.”

“What do you mean, bled?”

“Yep. Don't know how it's possible, but on top of everything else, it seems I'm dealing with a bit of a mortality sitch. Hence, ix-nay on the uns-gay.”

Yelena grinned widely, concerning Natasha. “What are you grinning about?”

“I'm just realising the gravity of what you're saying.”

“That I'm allergic to lead projectiles?”

“That even if you don't choose Hell, all I have to do is wait for some pitiful thug to end you and right back to Hell you go. You hadn't put that one together yet, had you, Tasha?” Yelena grinned at her sister’s fallen face.

“You just made my millennium.”

Before Natasha could speak again, the lights above focused on the stage as Carmen came out. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Carmen Grant and I humbly welcome you to our Evening of Faith. Tonight we shall behold items that prove the miraculous is real…”

Natasha zoned out of his mumbo-jumbo charade, grumbling out a ‘those are fake’ which got the attention of a few nearby mortals.

“You don't know the half of it.”

Natasha turned to see you standing beside her, realising your hand was briefly touching her back before it fell on top of your small purse. A long black dress with a deep slit coupled with lace sleeves definitely had her attention, eyeing your legs, chest, and bright red lips she could definitely smudge if she tried.

“How did I know you'd come here?” You smirked.

“Because I'm admirably consistent? How did you even get in here?” She queried.

“Oh, I've got news for you, Natasha. You're not the only one with a little mojo.”

“Mmm. Touché.” She replied, looking back down at your legs to notice high heeled boots.

“And you're welcome, by the way. I came here to warn you. In about five minutes, the FBI's gonna storm this place, so we have to go now.” You gently took her by the forearm but she didn’t budge.

“But we were just getting started.” She whined childishly.

“‘We’?” You asked.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, that's right. You haven't met, have you? Allow me to introduce Yelena, my little sister.”

You eyed the blonde beauty, the green suit matching her hair and eyes so well. You didn’t have a preference amongst women - all women are beautiful - but Yelena…

You could tell they were sisters.

“Well, come on, don't look so shocked.” Natasha grumbled.

You nudged her at her annoyance. “Um... I just didn't expect your sister to be… so… well, stunning.”

“We're all full of surprises, it seems. I never expected my sister to change careers as she did, but I'm definitely beginning to see why.” Yelena chuckled.

You grinned. “Natasha, your sister got all the charm in the family.”

“Okay, that's enough of that. It's unsettling to see you two get along.” She grumbled.

The sounds of applause had your head turn to the stage. “The wings of an angel.” Carmen announced.

“They're gorgeous.” You whispered.

You looked towards Natasha when she chuckled, a genuine smile on her face but with a tinge of sadness in her eyes. You turned back to the wings, almost willing to gasp again - each feather looked divine, curved to the shape of perfection, and even with the chunks of flesh attached to them, you would have paid good money if you had it.

“Freeze! FBI!”

“Everyone, stay where you are!”

“Don't move!”

“Stay where you are!”

Bustling bodies didn’t stop you from chasing after Carmen Grant, leaving Natasha and Yelena alone. The redhead turned to Yelena, a desperate look on her face since she couldn’t find you.

“A little help?” She asked.

Yelena lifted an eyebrow, causing Natasha to scoff. “Please.” She sarcastically dramatised.

Yelena closed her eyes and by the time her next breath exhaled completely, time had slowed down significantly. “Thank you.”

After checking where you were, standing by a curtain covered wall in the corner of the huge room, Natasha turned to the stage. Her hand fell upon her wings like they were made of porcelain, happiness blooming in her chest.

Until it wilted.

“They're fake.” She growled at the touch of a metal bar beneath the thin layer of fake feathers, plucking one off oh so easily.

Yelena came to Natasha’s side and sped time back up, letting you deal with the FBI.

“I’m telling you, I saw him come in here.” You told the agents, pressing along the wall until you reached a painting.

A door popped open at the slightest touch beneath the frame. Agents rushed through, your mind clicking two pieces together.

“There was a secret door.” You muttered.

*Where’s Natasha?* Your mind ordered your body to find her, needing your partner to bounce ideas off of.

You found her sitting on the stage with Yelena talking to some FBI agents as an eyewitness whilst you sat down next to her, your hand falling to her knee to try to comfort her. “I see you got your wings.” With no trademark smirk, you frowned. “I thought you'd be happier, Natasha.”

“These aren't my wings.” She huffed.

You faltered for a moment. “Then whose wings are they?”

“Someone with a very warped sense of humour.”

“I don't… follow…”

Natasha looked up at you from stroking the fake feathers. “They're a knockoff, a sham. I mean, it's good work, I'll give them that. Probably would've fooled just about anyone, save perhaps the actual owner of the wings.”

“The actual owner… being you?”

“Yeah, they must've been switched out. It's no coincidence that my wings are stolen one day, and then Carmen's selling an exact replica a week later. No, this is some serious foul play.” She seethed, throwing the fake feathers on the ground.

You sighed. “I-I'm sorry to hear that, really I am, Natasha. But there's something at Palmetto that I need to take care of, so… are you coming?”

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Didn't you just hear me? My wings are still out there. I need to find them. If you want to run off to Palmetto, be my guest, but no more role-playing for me, thanks.”

Natasha could see the annoyance in your stance as you stood, picking up the feathers she’d thrown on the ground. “So, I rushed over here to save your ass from being charged with interfering in an FBI investigation, but just because these wings aren't the ones you wanted, that's it? We're done?”

She stayed silent. Anger laced with fear and guilt, the former in what she’d possibly say if she spoke and the latter in leaving you to go it alone.

“So much for quid pro quo.” You scoffed, storming up the stairs.

Natasha watched you go, the anger dissipating slightly which caused the underlying emotions to bubble up.

Yelena came to her side, smirking slightly. “Are you sure you don't want to chase after her? Maybe I can ask Father for some rain and make it a moment.”

The death glare Natasha gave her was enough for her to change her tune. “Alright. So what's our next move?”

“Well, I'm afraid this is where I leave you, sister. What I'm about to do is the Devil's work.” She growled, walking past Yelena and out to her Corvette.

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You stepped out of your car onto Palmetto Street, eyeing Steve as he stepped out of his. You quickly sifted through the car to find a jacket, eyeing one that Natasha had left once, and you wrapped it around yourself.

You tucked the collar against your neck and smelled the faint scent of her cologne, sighing in slight relief.

“You okay?” Steve asked as he came to you.

“Fine.” You muttered, buttoning up the jacket so as to keep yourself warm.

You pulled out your flashlight and entered the gymnasium, scanning around. Your mind searched for any signs of a secret entrance; gaps between corner walls,

“I thought we were finally done with all this.” Steve sighed in annoyance.

You rolled your eyes to yourself at his attitude. “I was done too. I even started believing I was crazy like everybody said.”

“I never said you were crazy.” He argued.

“Yeah, it's okay. I would've thought I was, too. But, you know, I got to thinking. Natasha pointed out that it made no sense for Aoudi to shoot his inside man, right?”

“Right.”

You stepped up onto the boxing ring, your boots clicking loudly against the flooring. “But no one else was there. No one could've shot Malcolm and fled without me seeing them.”

Steve smiled in relief. “Now you're making my point.”

“Because there was no obvious exit.” You continued, making him look at you with lost hope.

You held your hand out to him, telling him to wait. “But maybe, just maybe - hear me out - there was a secret one.”

“Y/N, you are stabbing hard at something that's just not there.”

“There's got to be an explanation for what I saw, Steve!” You yelled, dragging your hands down your face in frustration.

You weren’t crazy.

You couldn’t be.

“There has to be something-”

A creak.

Right beneath Steve’s foot, there was a creak in the flooring.

You knelt down as Steve whipped out his pocket knife, digging it underneath the floorboard to open a chained trapdoor. You didn’t wait for Steve - you jumped down onto the small platform before descending the stairs, making Steve walk down them in pitch blackness until he came to your side.

He found a switch to the side of the wall, sighing in relief. “You know I hate the dark.”

You smirked at him whilst turning your flashlight to the ground, finding a brighter area. You stepped through the creaky gate and looked up, recognising the entry type.

“Looks like it’s a manhole that leads up to the street.” You muttered.

A reflective flash caught your eye. On the ground.

“What is it?” Steve asked as you knelt down.

You grabbed a glove from Steve’s belt and picked it up, gasping in shock. “A 999 key. LAPD-issued. Malcolm had his on him.”

“Wait. Are-are you saying-?”

“Yes. Another cop was here. I was right.” You chuckled, tears pricking your eyes.

You weren’t crazy.

He tried to calm you down, putting his hand on your waist. “Y/N, this could mean a lot of things-”

“Steve, a cop knew this secret passageway existed! And chances are, whoever it was, they shot Malcolm.” You moved away.

“Yeah, but why?”

“That's what I got to figure out.”

You looked at him as he smiled at you. That same smile he gave you on your wedding day. Appreciation. Support.

Love.

“No. That's what we need to figure out.”

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Nobody wants a doorbell ringing in the dead of night, least of all a smuggler by the name of Carmen Grant.

He simply opened the door, only to be met with Natasha’s sinful smirk. “It's... you.” “

“That's right, me, Natasha fucking Romanoff! Do you mind if I come in?” She stepped inside anyways, looking around his apartment.

“You, Carmen, are slightly more difficult to identify, aren't you? No phone, no bank account, home registered under one of your many aliases. Seems wings aren't the only thing you falsify, eh?!”

“I can explain-”

Natasha didn’t let him. “I'm still moved by your words. ‘I'm a man that believes in one simple divinity, the almighty dollar.’” She mimicked his accent perfectly.

“You don't understand-” “

“No, I understand. Perfectly.” She towered over him, her bun not so perfect and her tie hanging loosely around her neck.

“A lifelong atheist, you took one peek at the wings and something changed in you. The great white light was revealed and a believer was born, one who couldn't part with real divinity!”

She turned around.

Her anger simmered down, overpowered by shock. “Oh, no.”

A ten-metre long, five-metre high display case held two divine wings, each at least three and a half metres from the flesh to the last feather. Even in the dim lighting of the porch lights, they seemed to glow vibrantly with pure energy.

“Mounting my wings, like some decorative stag head.” She scoffed, turning to face Carmen.

“Shame on you.”

“It wasn't my fault. Someone tipped me off.” His breathing began to quicken, fear striking deep into his heart as Natasha glare at him.

“Excuses, excuses. ‘It wasn't me, it was the biker that did it.’”

“I thought he was bringing me a sculpture.”

“Were you disappointed?” Her head tilted slightly, her anger rising back through the shock like air bubbles in a hot pot.

“I didn't know what they were! I never would have done it if I had any idea what I was actually dealing with.” His voice shook as he got down onto his knees.

“Please, please, please. You can't take them away. I can't live without them!” He begged.

“Perhaps you don't understand.” She leaned down, gripping his jaw with such a strength she could feel the fibres of his jaw bone snapping.

“They're mine.”

He began bawling his eyes out, begging and pleading for mercy but his cries fell upon deaf ears.

“Now before I deal with you, I have just one burning question on my mind. Who tipped you off?”

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Natasha sat on the beach with a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other, sitting between her wings as they were spread out on the sand. She took another puff of the cigarette and sighed, flicking the lighter lid up and down before a flutter of wings brought the sight of her smiling sister.

“I knew you'd come.” She said, looking at Yelena.

The blonde smiled gently. “Of course I'd come. It's my duty to return the wings where they belong.”

Natasha stood, walking over to her. “Is that all?” She asked, reminding the angel of her previous promise.

Yelena simply chuckled. “After everything that you've been through - bleeding, searching, reaching to Father and the high heavens for help - now that you finally have your wings, doesn't part of you long to assume your form? To get back to where you belong?”

Natasha lifted her cigarette, a thoughtful expression across her face. “Not exactly.”

Or so Yelena thought.

With a flick of her fingers, the cigarette flew back onto the wings and they burst into flames.

“What are you doing?!” Yelena yelled, rushing to them to try and save them but they couldn’t be.

“Well, ruining your plan, it seems.” Natasha smiled deviously.

“It was you, sister. You tipped Carmen off, and you orchestrated the theft.”

“Because you left me no choice.” Yelena sighed, sand spotting her sleeves and pants.

“Well, clearly you were desperate. I mean, you were willing to let a human die and unleash the wings upon the world just to remind me who I was. To fool me into desiring the wings and the hellish throne they accompany.”

Yelena stood and faced Natasha as she chuckled. “Well, d’you know what? It almost fucking worked.”

“But destroy them? Why?” Yelena begged for an answer.

“Well, you were right. Severing the wings was a half measure. I did leave myself an out. A rip cord back to the life that dear old Dad chose for me. But I don't need it now, because, in case I haven't made myself abundantly clear, I'm never going back to Hell.” She held her arms out, tempted to bow to an invisible crowd.

“But, uh... A for effort. I'm sure Dad will give you a big gold star for trying.”

With a cry, Yelena tackled Natasha. She gripped her under the thigh and threw her over her shoulder onto the compact sand, sitting on top of her to throw punch after punch after punch.

Natasha laughed darkly as Yelena continued. “That's right, hit me, little sister!”

Punch.

“Go on, again.”

Punch.

“Become like me.”

Punch.

“Become wrath.”

Punch.

“Fall as I did!” Her eyes shone their devilish orange, the sight causing Yelena’s next punch to falter.

Yelena fell back, letting Natasha go. Her right sleeve was splattered with Natasha’s blood whilst the devil had a nasty bruise forming by her eye as blood trickled from her mouth. “You never were much of a closer, were you, eh? Can't stand to get your hands dirty.”

“This is far from over. I'll do whatever it takes to get you back to Hell.” Yelena spat, walking away from the blaze behind Natasha.

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Lux was quiet. No patrons, no music, no dancers. Just Natasha, the piano, and her favourite Romani bartender.

“I cleaned up your mess on the beach.” Wanda murmured as she leaned on Natasha’s back, her hands hanging in front of her chest but they had no desperate desire to touch.

“I'm here to stay, Wands.” Natasha sighed. And I truly hate to disappoint you, but… well, this is where I have to be now. And I know, even with all the sex and drugs… and more sex, this isn't what you bargained for. And I know you made a vow, but-”

“But nothing. I am with you, Natasha, from now until the end. We're a team, right?”

“Of course.” Natasha kissed Wanda’s forearm in thanks.

“Now…” Wanda tilted Natasha’s head slightly so she could see the black bruise forming. “You should get some ice.”

“Yeah.” The devil murmured, watching Wanda walk away from her peripheral vision.

As you walked past Wanda on her way up the stairs, you admired the quiet club. The gold finishes on black tiles were beautiful, but that wasn’t what your eyes were focused on.

Natasha’s fingers danced softly over the piano keys, playing with an ease that came with years upon years upon years of practice. You were about to say hi before you noticed the dark purple, almost black, bruising around her left eye.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“Hmm? Oh.” She chuckled. “Sorry, malyshka. Just a little, you know, squabble with my little sis. Nothing serious.”

She watched you fidget with your fingers, looking at your worried face. She gently placed her hand on top of yours, calming the anxiety within you.

How she managed to do that was beyond your understanding. Or maybe it was within it.

“I don't, uh… I don't like how we left it at the auction.” You murmured.

Natasha moved over to let you sit down on the piano chair. “Yes. I agree. You definitely could have handled things better. And I supposed, you know, I... Sorry. What was I saying?”

She’d gotten lost in your full red lips and your wondrous eyes, glistening like the small disco ball above. The soft suppleness of your skin had her inner devil begging to touch it, to caress it and make sure you understood how beautiful you were, instead of trying to claim and dominate you.

Your sweet chuckle brought her ears back to listen to your gravelling night voice. “Look, I know how much it sucks being alone. And I can't pretend to understand why the wings meant so much to you. But if we're really friends, it… it should be enough just knowing that they did.”

She raised an eyebrow at you whilst you ever so carefully moved some hair away from her face, revealing more of the harsh bruise but also her stunning irises that looked like viridian emeralds in the dark lighting. “The wings are old news now.” She chuckled.

You leaned further into her view. “Earlier they were all you could think about. Now you just don't care?”

“Well, in my search for the wings, I realised what they actually were. A relic, worth exactly what someone was willing to pay for them. What can I say? I've moved on to bigger and better things.”

“So, what changed?” You asked.

“I don't know.” She muttered.

“Huh. Or won't say.” You teased.

*You’re too damn good, Detective.* She thought to herself as she chuckled. “Well, how'd your Palmetto thing go anyway, hmm? Did you find the answer you were looking for?”

“I found something.” You sighed, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“Oh. Well - to our equally enigmatic futures.” She raised a lonely toast, bonking it against your head softly.

You reached onto the piano head and grabbed a shot of the tequila, cheering it with hers before you downed it with a small shiver. She drank hers easily, taking your glass. “I thought you didn’t drink.”

You sighed, leaning your head back on her shoulder. “I used to. I used to drink at the bar with the other cops, I used to drink with my friends at parties when I was younger. But… when my dad died, I didn’t feel safe anymore.”

Natasha’s heart almost stopped.

You picked at your nails again as Natasha played softly, listening to every word with intent. “Mom never felt safe to me, with all of her acting stuff taking off and her being unreliable. My friends went all out when we could drink and drunk men, especially cops, aren’t the best to be around. So… I stopped.”

Natasha turned to you and gently kissed the top of your head. “You’re always safe with me.”

You moved away, but only to see her fully. The sincerity in her eyes, the way she held herself and her promise - it made you smile happily.

“Really?” You asked.

“Of course.” She replied simply. “I would never lie to you, Y/N.”

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As you fell asleep on Natasha’s shoulder, tears of happiness fell on the Graham family whilst nurses rushed to help him come off of life support. If you had asked them that day about who had come to visit him, they would all remember the family.

Nobody would remember the blonde in a green suit.

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romanarose · 2 years

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Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 1

Pairing: Stever x FEM!OC, Marc X FEM!OC latter on. Jake will come around latter on but you'll see

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Chapter 2

Content: Smut, fluff, angst, talk of self-harm, scars, depression, suicide, family issues, abuse, stalking, sexual assault (past and an attempt latter in the fic, not by the Moon Boys of course), canon typical violence. The OC has a lot of *eMoTiOnAl DaMaGe* so like it's heavy. But also, fluffy. Things will get smutty in a few chapters.

Italics is Marc's thoughts; Bold is Steven's thoughts.

Also, this is incredibly self indulgent. Like, OC is basically me. I will not be ashamed. OC is a fucking nerd for sci-fi and music, loves kids and the color red. OC's background is similar to mine. I just wanted to write this for myself and if you like it, even better.

Steven Grant was walking down the London streets after a particularly long day at work. Donna had been making him stay late to do inventory to make up for the days he lost. Still it wasn’t super late, but late enough that the cold London fall had darkened the streets. There were an abundance of people milling about; Steven supposed that made sense, considering it was a saturday night. He had never quite understood the appeal of drinking and crowds, but he thought it was nice that everyone was so lively and joyful. They say youth is wasted on the young, but Steven didn’t agree. They had a free spirit, even if it was just for a night, that Steven and Marc never had. Steven was always in his head… well… That's what his memory was anyway. Who knew how much of that was real. As for Marc, Marc was burdened with more than any child ever should. Marc never got to enjoy life after his brother died. There was lots of drinking, of course, but not the carefree fun nights that the kids here had.

Steven smiled at a giggling couple holding hands as they passed him when he heard the scream. It was off in the distance, no one else had noticed it. He summoned the suit that he still wasn’t sure why he still had, and ran down to the ally to the girl’s voice. When he arrived, it was not exactly as he had expected. What he had expected to see was a girl being attacked in an alley by a man, being hurt. What he saw… well he still wasn’t sure if she was being attacked or not, but she was fighting back, hard. In a red dress and black boots, she fought back. Steven was temporarily distracted by this, and didn’t initially step between them, but when he saw the girl take a punch, he swooped in. Suite and all, he pulled the man off of her and she fell to the ground backing against the ally. Steven beat him until he passed out, and left him behind a dumpster as he walked over to the scared girl “Miss, are you alright?” he crouched down to her, but stopped when she flinched “Oh, sorry, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” He stood back up, giving her space “Are you hurt?”

“Um… no, I don’t think so…” She looked up at him, still looking nervous. She was american.

“Right, well, that’s not exactly true is it? I saw you take at least one punch.” He held out his hand for her, which she took “Can I help you get somewhere? Is there a friend you’re meeting or something? You probably need ice for that hit”

She just looked at him as he helped her up “Are you Moon Knight?” She looked uncertain.

“Uh, well…” Steven considered saying yes, but he wasn’t a fan of lying. Just say yes Steven, and send her on her way. I want to get some fucking food. Marc grumbled at Steven. Steven ignored him “Not exactly. I’m Mr. Knight.”

“Are you his… sidekick or something?”

Steven could hear Marc laughing in his head “No! I mean… god, how to explain it?” Don’t explain it. Just go home please, we’re starving. Steven said his next words purely to spite Marc “There’s two of us in my head” He tapped the side of his head.

“Oh… like multiple personality disorder?”

Steven considered this “Well… the technical term is Dissociative Identity Disorder… but… yeah”

“Oh. Sorry?” She didn’t exactly look completely sorry.

“Don’t be. Can I…” Steven don’t “Can I walk you home? Or somewhere near your home, I suppose you don’t want to show a strange man where you live… Or to a friend or… a boyfriend… Or girlfriend!” Stop, this is painful to watch “Or wherever you… feel… safe” He trailed off, but she was smiling.

“Yeah, yeah you can walk me home… my name is Samantha”

Steven considered the fact his identity wasn’t exactly a secret… don’t you fucking tell her your name Tony Stark told the world who he was You are not Tony Stark, and remember what happened to Spider-man? I don’t want that happening to y- Steven had the mask disappear “I’m Steven Grant” he smiled Jesus christ…

She smiled brightly back at him, blushing a bit as she looked at his handsome face. Steven’s full suit disappeared, leaving him in his work clothes. She looked him over, and he was embarrassed at his casual dress and wished he had dressed better.

As Steven walked her home, he felt like they had known each other a long time, the conversation flowed so naturally. Samantha asked if Steven wasn’t Moon Knight, who was? Steven explained Moon Knight and Kohnshu. Samantha didn’t even seem phased, but he supposed after the last 10 years, everyone just rolls with the punches. Samantha asked to meet Marc, but Marc refused. He wasn’t a fan of what Steven was doing. Marc worried Steven would get hurt and it would disrupt their newly found balance. Samantha asked if there was anyone else living in his head.

“Uh yeah, we think so. Well, we assume.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well there’s been black outs, black outs since Marc and I have bled into each other. We will black out and wake up and there's just… bodies. Dead bodies” good job Steven, that’s how you flirt with a girl “Neither of us killed them,” Steven added quickly.

She didn’t look as concerned as she should “Just… random bodies or specific bodies?”

“Oh! Bodies of people trying to kill us. Not just the shop keeper…or pretty girls” oh bullocks, that was bad You’re damn right that was bad. Was that flirting or a threat? Why do you care? I know you don’t want this to work. It’s a bad idea. I deserve good things Marc, we both do!

Marc shut up. Steven tried to save face with Samantha “Sorry, sorry I’m nervous.”

She smiled reassuringly and was about to speak when they were walking through a crowd of rowdy men. She quickly grabbed onto his hand and wrapped her free hand around his arm as they passed. Steven heard a few comments and whistles, and Samantha held on tighter “Sorry” she muttered as she let go on his arm. He didn’t know where he got the courage, but he continued holding her hand. He was careful not to make it seem like she had to keep holding his hand, he simply kept gently holding it.

“Don’t be sorry, I can’t say I’m complaining.”

What’s your game plan here? One night stand? Fall in love, get married? Have you already named your future kids? Marc was being condescending and Steven was tuning him out.

Samantha cleared her throat “So, this third identity” Damn, I hoped she forgot about that “Neither of you have met him? Or, I guess you guys don’t probably meet, do you. Sorry, that was probably offensive” Christ, she’s as awkward as you

“No! No thats not offensive at all. Marc and I have technically met. If he wants to, he can appear in my reflection. It’s easier to talk that way, but most of the time I can just feel when he’s present in my head and vice versa.”

“Is he here right now? Marc, I mean”

“He is, and he’s being a right bugger” Steven smiled and Samantha smiled back at him.

“This is my apartment complex… Can I… would you like a drink? I got some shitty boxed wine.”

Steven stop, I’m begging you to walk away “Samantha, I would love to!” Steven was ecstatic.

Samantha seemed relieved that he said yes “Awesome!” And please, just call me Sam. And not Sammie. Just Sam.” She took Steven down the hall.

“Understood, ‘Just Sam’. I’m Steven, not Stevie, Steven with a V”

Sam unlocked her door “Right then, Just Sam and Steven with a V. Quiet the team. Can I make you anything? I’ve got some pizza I can heat up.”

Please, if you are making me suffer through this at least feed me, I’m starving “Oh, no thank you. I’m actually vegan.”

“Oh gosh, um… would you like some chips? I think that’s about it for vegan options here, I’m so sorry” She looked mortified.

“Please, don’t worry about it, I’m not even hungry” Steven… Fine “Chips would be great, love.”

She smiled and went to the kitchen and put chips on a plate. Before she even took out glasses, Steven saw her reading the label of the wine, she turned the box around checking all the sides. What is she doing?

“Wine is clear!” she called

What does that mean? She checked the label to make sure it was vegan…

When Samantha brought everything over, Steven noticed the cups the wine was in “Sorry Steven, I don’t have any glasses so we gotta drink from mugs”

Steven found it endearing enough, but was elated to see “”Doctor Who” on the mugs “Are you a Doctor Who fan?” Steven asked excitedly.

Samantha beamed at him “Oh boy, am I?” she left up her pant leg to show a TARDIS tattoo “Big fan, like, life consuming.”

It was like they were old friends. They talked of their favorite episodes, how they felt about the Davis era vs. Moffat era vs. Chinball and spoke about David Tennant’s newest projects they were excited for. It wasn’t until Sam stifled a yawn that Steven looked at the time “Oh bullocks, it midnight, I’m so sorry to keep you so long, I must've overstayed my welcome.”

“No, not at all! My first class isn’t even until 9, plenty of time to sleep”

“Nine? You should’ve sent me away hours ago!”

“No, I was having too much fun! Everyone here likes Doctor Who, but I never meet people who are as into it as me!”

“Yeah, bit odd for an American, innit?”

“Oh I was raised in Hertfordshire, actually. My family moved out here when I was in middle school, well, secondary school for you. My dad was a lawyer and he got a job teaching at the University. I think my parents just wanted a change. I moved to London for school.”

Steven was suddenly aware she said she had class “What are you in school for?”

“Early childhood education! I work in a nursery school right now, before and after class. I just love kids”

“I bet they love you too” Steven complimented with almost nothing to base this off of, she just seemed so warm.

Sam giggled “Thanks, they are the light of my life, honestly. Every day they make me glad I changed my career”

“Oh, did you just return to school?”

“Yeah, I was in school for pre-law, following my dad's footsteps, trying to get his approval. Well I realized it wasn’t coming no matter what I did, so I just decided to go for what I wanted. Unfortunately, my parents were paying for my school and they would only pay for things they think are worthwhile. That’s fair of course, but I couldn’t afford to go to school without their money so I took some time off and worked my ass off to save up. Which is why I’m 25 and still trying to get through school. And now I’m almost done. Spring term is my last!” She smiled proudly.

“That’s great! I’m always impressed with anyone who could finish school. I always thought I’d do research or teach Egyptology or something, but school wasn’t going to happen with my brain. Thought it was a sleep disorder at the time. Hold on love, you said you go to work before school? Jesus, what time do you have to work?”

Sam looked like she had been caught “Uh, at 5:30…”

Steven stood up right “Oh my god, look at me! Prattling on like an idiot while you’re trying to sleep! I’ll get out of your hair, please excuse me” Steven grabbed his coat and began to head out, not wanting to keep her up any longer.

Seeing him out, she hoped to god he would kiss her. She wanted so badly for him to kiss her, for her to wrap her hands in his dark curls…

“Have a good night, Steven with a V, I had a lot of fun. Thank you for saving me…”

“Don’t give it another thought, just Sam. I’m glad you are safe.”

Sam scribbled something on a paper “Call me or text me sometime if you ever want to hang out again. I promise I don’t usually fight people in alleys…” she teased.

Steven took the number “Thank you, I will” He wanted to kiss her, but after her ordeal earlier that evening, it seemed inappropriate “Goodbye”

“Goodbye”

When Sam closed the door, she fell with the back to it, swooning like a girl in a silent film. She couldn’t believe the day she had. Her friends had always warned her not to yell back at men who cat called her, but something always took over. The rage she felt when she got catcalled tonight through her into a spiral and she screamed that man who walked past her. This escalated and the fight broke out. Then, low and behold, the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life comes to her rescue. And he loves Doctor Who? Her siblings told her she’d never find a man as hot as David Tennant who was a Whovian that was actually interested in her, and yet it seemed this mysterious man was everything. He was kind, brave, funny, handsome and nerdy. They had struck up a friendship, but alas he hadn’t kissed her. Maybe he wasn’t interested, maybe the whole evening was him being kind. Had she strong-armed him into staying so late? She heard a knock at the door, perhaps he forgot something. It was Steven, but he looked… off. He stood taller it seemed, his face was calm and confident.

“Steven? You forgot something?”

“Not Steven” An american accent. He smiled a sly smile. It would almost be creepy coming from a face other than the man she already trusted.

It dawned on her “Marc.”

“Pleased to meet you” He didn’t seem too pleased. “Here’s the deal.”

Sam braced herself “Yes?”

“Steven is fragile in a lot of ways. He’s had a tough time lately and my job is to make sure he doesn’t get hurt”

Sam was curious, but not hindered. “Is this where you tell me to leave him alone, or if I hurt him, you’ll kill me?”

Marc smiled a little more broadly “No. I saw you reading the box.”

“What?”

“The boxed wine. And the chip bag. You were making sure they were vegan, weren’t you? For him?”

“Yeah…”

“That was very kind of you. Steven needs more kindness in his life. I can’t give him much of that… I’ll make sure he calls you, he’s a bit shy sometimes. I need you to do something though.”

“What’s that?”

His face softened “You’ll need to kiss him. He’ll never make the first move. He’s too polite. He’s afraid of accidentally kissing a girl who doesn’t want to be kissed. You have to make the move.”

Sam smiled “You’re a good friend to him, Marc. You from Chicago?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think my accent was that bad though.”

“I’m from Zion. I can always pick out Chicagoland people. I’ll see you later Marc, thank you.”

“Be kind to him” Marc pleaded finally “Whatever happens, just be gentle.”

“I will,” Sam promised.

“Goodnight”

Sam watched him leave. She could’ve sworn she saw the exact moment he turned back to Steven.

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Chapter 2

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bearsinpotatosacks · 1 year

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Thought I'd do a post about my top gun timeline. I say mine because I'm autistic and it took me almost a year to pick up on all the implied things about when and how certain things happened.

For example, I thought that Mav would just reapply for the Naval Academy, and didn't know you could join OCS straight out of high school. When I realised that Goose meant that Mav didn’t go to the Academy (that and no Academy ring), so made Mav go to Uni. I then switched the dates back a year until I finally searched whether you could join OCS immediately after high school and you can. This was a bit of a polarising realisation, I've written a lot of fics with my timeline, so I'm just going to have 2 timelines and specify which (on AO3 I'll make a separate series for the 'canon' timeline)

Onto the timeline! Dates in bold are canon ones, italics is my fics (with links to them on AO3!)

1943- Slider's grandma flees Germany with his mum and aunt

3rd October 1959- Nicholas "Goose" Bradshaw is born

27th November 1959- Carole Bradshaw, née Edwards (yes after Anthony Edwards) is born

11th December 1960- Tom "Iceman" Kazansky is born

6th March 1960- Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is born

21st April 1960- Ronald "Slider" Kerner is born

8th March 1965- US Officially enters the Vietnam War

5th November 1965- Duke Mitchell dies

28th January 1973- US part in Vietnam War ends

1973- Goose's dad dies

1978- Goose, Mav, Carole, Slider and Iceman graduate high school. Mav goes to University in Annapolis after not getting into the Naval Academy. Carole travels in the summer and settles in Annapolis.

1979- Goose and Carole start dating, Mav and Carole move in together

1981- Carole gets pregnant

1982- Bradley Nicholas "Rooster" Bradshaw is born, Only a Dad but the Best of Men and Bradley’s First Christmas take place

1983- Goose and Carole get married

1984- Carole's dad dies, Home is Where the Heart Is, Knight in Pearly White and Perfect Fit take place

June/July 1986- Events of Top Gun happen, Goose dies, A Ghost We'll Never Get to See and Soft Musk of Nighttime take place

1997- Carole gets diagnosed with Stage 4 Terminal Cancer and dies, Heaven Feels Closer than those Tears on Your Face, Halfway to Heaven and A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing take place

2000- Mav pulls Rooster's papers, Rooster's goes to University, A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing takes place

2004- Rooster graduates University and goes to the Naval Academy

2008- Rooster graduates the Naval Academy

2010- Iceman gets diagnosed with throat cancer

2017- Events of Top Gun: Maverick take place, An Old Friend Turned New and a Procession No One Can Follow After take place

That's it, for now I guess. I may update this with more fics. I'll also create a post for my interpretation of the 'canon' timeline, with Goose and Mav meeting in flight school, Bradley being born in 1984 (something I don't really agree with but it's nothing major) and TGM taking place before June/July 2016 (because Mav says "that was almost 30 years ago" when Cyclone mentions he was a top gun instructor showing that it isn't past 2016 but tell me if that's reading too much into it)

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pilferingapples · 1 year

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Bousingot Bouzingo Bousingo

@everyonewasabird you mention in your post on Les MIs 5.3.2 (and I hope you don’t mind my quoting you out-of-post!, but this got. Long.),

(If I’d had to guess where in Les Miserables Hugo defined the word bousingot for the reader, I absolutely wouldn’t have put it here, after the rebellion is done, after all our favorite countercultural rebels are dead…. but maybe that’s because I’m too used to Borel reclaiming it, and normal people think of it as a pejorative term. Here, it’s the police’s term for the insurgents.)

Indeed! “ Bouzingo/Bousingot/Bousingo” was a word with a lot of connotations-- not unlike “ Romantic” or, if it comes to that, “ Socialist” :P But I think we’ve got enough versions of it for a sort of general Romantic consensus XD :

Hugo’s version here is, of course:

From time to time, parties re-sole their old insults. In 1832, the word bousingot formed the interim between the word jacobin, which had become obsolete, and the word demagogue which has since rendered such excellent service.

“ Demagogue” being something Hugo himself had been called by this point, and , as suggested, right in line with “Jacobin” -- it means, well , “ the reds” , and the cold war US sense of “ the reds” isn’t a bad way of translating it, either-- a term that can mean either genuine political radicals or just someone a conservative doesn’t like for “ lifestyle” reasons :/ Either way, fair game for a little police brutality!

More confirmation of them as Favorite Police Targets from George Sand in Horace, via the novel’s main narrator, who is...left-sympathetic but politically more or less apathetic, like a more self-assured Grantaire, really (translation Zack Rogow, bolding/italics mine):

...They always find themselves naturally carried away by riots. The youngest go just to observe, others go to take part; in those days almost everyone threw himself into it for a moment and then quickly withdrew, after having delivered and received a good few blows. This activity didn't change things on the surface, and the only alteration produced by these efforts was a doubling of the fear of the shopkeepers and brutal cruelty on the part of the police. But not a single person who so casually disturbed public order back then need blush at the present hour for having had a few days of youthful warmth. When youth cannot demonstrate the greatness and courage of its heart except by attacking that society, that society must be evil indeed!

They were called Bousingots because of the sailor hats of that name, made of shiny leather, which they adopted as their rallying sign. Later they wore a scarlet headpiece in the form of a military stocking cap , with a black velvet band all around it. Pointed out again and again, to the police, and attacked in the street by stool pigeons, they next adopted a gray hat, but they were no less frequently rounded up and mistreated. Their conduct has been much denounced; but I don't think the government has been able to justify that of its own officers, veritable assasssins who beat to death a good number of Bousingots while shopkeepers looked on, showing not the slightest indignation or pity.

The name Bousingots stuck. When le Figaro , which kept up a teasing and caustic opposition under the loyal management of M. Delatouche, changed hands, and little by little changed its stripes, the name Bousingot became an insult; after that there was no mockery too bitter or unjust with which to smear them. But the true Bousingots remained unmoved...

The narrator’s description of a “ true Bousingot”, his friend Jean Laraviniere, seems familiar, as a personality:

...his face was pleasant, his appearance original, as were his wits. He was generous as he was brave, and that was no small measure. His instinctual combativeness, as it's called in phrenology, drew him impetuously into every brawl, and he always brought along a cohort of intrepid friends, fanaticized by his coolheaded heroism and his bellicose joyfulness... He was a blusterer, a carouser, if you will; but what a loyal personality, what magnanimous devotion! He had all the eccentricities of his role, complete recklessness about his impetuosity, all the swagger of his position. You might have laughed at him; but you would have been forced to love him. He was so good, so naive in his convictions, so devoted to his friends!

It doesn't sound too far from

...a good-natured mortal, who kept bad company, brave, a spendthrift, prodigal, and to the verge of generosity, talkative, and at times eloquent, bold to the verge of effrontery; the best fellow possible; he had daring waistcoats, and scarlet opinions; a wholesale blusterer, that is to say, loving nothing so much as a quarrel, unless it were an uprising; and nothing so much as an uprising, unless it were a revolution; always ready to smash a window-pane, then to tear up the pavement, then to demolish a government, just to see the effect of it...a man of caprice, was scattered over numerous cafes; the others had habits, he had none. He sauntered. To stray is human. To saunter is Parisian. In reality, he had a penetrating mind and was more of a thinker than appeared to view.

He served as a connecting link between the Friends of the A B C and other still unorganized groups...

right?

So there's an image of A Bouzingo as a character, at least: loud, leftist to a point that would seem absurd to Reasonable, Moderate types, violent in that cause , a constant target/enemy of the police. This seems consistent across sympathetic writers; even le Figaro, in the mocking article The Red Bouzingo, gives them the same general assessment, albeit from an unsympathetic POV:

The bousingot is inexhaustible, he will leave his mark like the camaraderie, the piqueurs and the jeunes-frances. If one were still writing books, one would put him in the books; if one still had theaters, one would drag him over the theaters by his beard and by his hat. The bousingot belongs to painting, statuary, to trestle-stages, to the Cockaigne pole, to Chinese shadows, to blockades at the intersection, he’s the sea-foam of politics, the flower of the ridiculous, the prototype of all exaggeration. By nature he’s a being of 93 in politics, honorably refined for his fashion, a royal bird for his habits. We’re waiting for Poulaine slippers.

Again: dangerously republican, dramatic to absurdity ; yet,even le Figaro concludes “ They’re not evildoers. “

And of course Philothee O’Neddy, the only person I’ve got quotes from who can and does actually claim the title for himself, says they were, rather intentionally, “laughable” in their exaggeration,but sincere in their politics.

..and of course, that above all else, they were bouzingo, no S, no T. Ah well, what message is ever perfectly preserved across the ages? XD

I suspect this is one of those (many) places where Hugo fully expected the audience to need no more than his nod at a term to understand both the reference and the opinion he had on the subject, but here we are now, and it’s an excuse for me to assemble a small run of references instead XD

#Bouzingots Bousingots Bouszingo #Bouzingo #LM 5.3.2 #long post

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SymBrock Fanfic: 'Symbosis Entwined Like Thorns of a Rose Wrapping Around One's Body, But Not Harming One' or 'Love Thy Venom'

----------------- Summary:

Symbiosis - interaction between two different organisms living in close physical association, typically to the advantage of both.

This is what Venom and Eddie have and this is their story on how it become more.

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Notes:

Eddie Brock and Venom Relationship

A/B/O dynamics e.g Venom is an Alpha Symbiote and so Eddie to him is an Omega

Eddie becomes a Omega for Venom

Eddie still keeps in touch with Annie

Venom speak in in bold italics when it Eddie Brock's P.O.V and normal italics when Venom's P.O.V

Sexaul intercourse or Mating

Mpreg

Violence, Gore and Heads being bitten off in future chapters to be written up

Carnage will make a appearance e.g. the person that we all saw at the end of the film that Eddie met in the San Quentin Prison

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Part 1 - Prologue: 'An Alpha always Protects their Omega, even if Both are being Hunted by another Predator' ---------------

Eddie Brock's P.O.V:

Eddie.

"Hmmm…..Five more minutes, please?…"

EDDIE!!!!

Venom shouting that in my ear at about 5 telepathically in my head makes me shoot up in my nice, warm cosy bed with shout of "CHRIST SAKES, YOU BLOOMING MOTHERFUCKER!!!" then lay back down, hearing him shifting to lean over me.

His symbotiate body rippling like ink in water or oil spreading outwards because literally it was so fluid and almost to mind seductive-looking then ruffling one hand through my hair, yawn to wake myself up and check the time seeing it is about 6:03 in the morning with sunlight filtering through a gap in the curtains of where I now live.

I had moved to nice street house, close to Annie and sold the the Apartment - the old one, that had got trashed literally after escaping from Carlton's goons and Venom well being what he was being the one who had done the damaging in the first place.

Calmly I look up at him. He soon leans down, nuzzling affectionately against my cheek - which truth be told he been doing a lot and without any explanation or reason why - and licking my lips to wet them decide to test myself to see how Venom will react to it.

Turning my face, I kiss him on the cheek lightly and pull back, feeling him peel away from me in the process. This surprises me at the action, because previously he just said "Hungry" when I had done that once and I would get us something both to eat then watch him now solidify until becoming a skinny version of himself almost.

Lying there seeming to want to say something to me in almost could I even say seductive 'Come-hither' pose.

"What's wrong? Venom, talk me to me." I ask, sitting on the side of the bed and he seems to be complementing what do next then his clawed hands reach up to take hold of both of my cheeks.

I'm pulled closer to him, while he seems to be trembling slightly like whatever he is feeling is frightening him him and it is me who makes the first move pressing my lips against his to test his reaction then feel him kiss me back, lifting me up onto my knees so were chest to chest and pelvis to pelvis.

He makes the sweetest mewls in the kissing, when I change position each-time to deepen it and flicking my tongue over his lips feel him open his mouth as I do the same for him then his very long tongue entwines with mine.

It becomes slow dance of exotic, strange harmony as saliva is either exchanged or dribbles down the side of our mouths and yet, neither of us are wanting to stop what were doing even when their is knock on the front door followed by shout of "PIZZA DELIVERY!!! HELLO, IS ANYONE IN!!! ALRIGHT I'LL LEAVE IT ON THE DOORSTEP." then Venom purrs softly in our kissing, grabbing my ass-cheeks with both hands and giving them a tight squeeze making me release my lips to moan heavily at the action of it.

He sits back, pulling me down into his lap and begins to rip of the t-shirt and boxers to shreds until I'm bare for him then moves one hand between my ass-cheeks where strangely I feel some kind of strange wetness!!!….No, Eddie….it feels more like slickness…..Maybe Venom will know….starting to seep out of my puckered entrance to trickle down the inside of my thighs.

"Eddie. Omega." He purrs out, making me in some strange way understand because of what and where he came from as he calmly and gently, lifts me up slightly as I decide to look down seeing the erect cock he has a bead of what could pre-cum already forming.

Slipping a hand down, I touch it gently hearing him purr softly and wonder what would it be like to taste - the pre-cum - or have it in my mouth to lick, suck and swirl my tongue around then he moves my hand out the way, going back to spreading both my ass-cheeks to expose the gaping, twitching leaking pucker with slickness dribbling out of it.

He slams me down hard, causing me to arch my back slightly with an exclamation of "OH GOD, VEN…OM!!!" at the feel of him entering his cock into me in one single thrust then lower my head to look down at him, seeing only…..Love for me.

"Does it hurt?"

"No….it feels really good actually. You can move. I won't break, Parasite."

"You are going regret saying that word to your Alpha."

"Then you better punish your….naughty Omega, then Alpha."

"Hmm….let's see how many times I can make you cum and scream in pleasure than."

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Eddie Brock's P.O.V:

"Hey, Mrs. Chen."

"Eddie, did you bring Ve-Ve?"

"Here I am."

Mrs. Chen smiles at the sight of seeing Venom again, when he appears from out of my shoulder throwing him some of her home-baked chocolate cookies - one thing he loved eating, along with biting of heads of bad guys we stumbled into or upon or they stumbled upon us - then scratches under his chin - another thing he liked as well - making him purr heavily in delight.

"What you been doing, Eddie? You look…well….well-fucked to be said." She asks me, making me blush to high heaven and doing a pretend coughing fit as memories of Venom filling me again and again until I was as she just said "Well-fucked" by him into the mattress come to the forefront of my mind.

This causes Venom to turn a bright shade of pink, quickly giving an excuse by eating more of the cookies hearing the shop bell gently tinkling as a another customer comes in making him quickly go back into my body.

Grabbing the plate, I make it look I was eating the cookies and take a bite out of one, finding them surprisely better than supermarket ones as old man with salt and pepper hair, plus glasses as small dog on a lead keeps close to them.

"The usual, Mrs. Chen." They say, making her smile softly and get some packet of custard creams and teabags from behind the counter, while finishing off the last cookie decide to head home.

"Thanks for the cookies, Mrs. Chen." I say, handing her back the plate and head out of the shop into the busy street where people are going back and forth their daily lives, while I head in the direction of home.

Eddie, were being followed.

Venom saying that in my head, makes me go on full-alert mode feeling him rippling slightly under my skin like water waiting to burst out of dam and keep on walking reaching for my phone to make it seem I'm just getting a phone-call from a friend and answering it.

"Yeah. Oh, what? Really, No way, man…just talking about that last night with my neighbour. Yeah, big shit wasn't it. Hmmm…hmm….I hear you."

Turn to the left.

Doing as Venom says, I quickly turn to the left and sink into an alleyway filled with darkness has the person passes by making me stiffen when I feel Venom coming out of my shoulder, inhaling silently their passing scent then satisfied they have gone slips back into my body.

I go to step out the alleyway when suddenly bloodcurdling scream fills the empty silence and quickly running out see a sight that makes me look in shock and how was it possible.

Crimson, pulsating and writhing mass looking like Venom only the vibes coming off them like literally it was like whoever was the Host of this Symbotiate was mad as they grab another person tearing them apart to gorge on them, licking their lips with long forked tongue.

"Mask." I find myself saying, feeling Venom shoot out and ripple over my body to fully cover me as I sink downwards into like I'm falling through water allowing myself to be drag down into the gaping maw below in the abyss.

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Venom/ Eddie Brock's P.O.V:

We open our eyes, looking at the Crimson Symbotiate in front of us.

They writhe and pulsate, turning to face me followed by licking their lips clean of the spilled blood and grab another victim licking their face with their long tongue causing a whimper to come from the person they hold tightly in their grip then fling them in front of S.W.A.T causing it to career into at the same-time the Crimson symbotiate slams into us hard.

An explosion of crimson and black happens, followed by snarling at them with fangs bared and saliva forming while forming sharp claws to rip them off our chest to slam them down on the pavement as they peel back the mask of their face to reveal who they are to us.

"Hello, Venom."

We open our eyes, looking at the Crimson Symbiote in front of us.

They writhe and pulsate, turning to face me followed by licking their lips clean of the spilled blood and grab another victim licking their face with their long tongue causing a whimper to come from the person they hold tightly in their grip then fling them in front of the S.W.A.T van causing it to career into at the same-time the Crimson symbotiate slams into us hard.

We wrench free from them. They slowly get up, walking up to us while a red claw slowly touches our chest and strokes downwards as they grin up at us then bring a long tongue upwards to lick some blood that splattered onto our cheek at some point, making us both flinch at this action.

“Enough.” We growl out, grabbing hold of their shoulders to push them back and away from us only for the crimson to start mixing with us and they press closer to us - creating a mixed, writhing mass of jet-black and crimson, while we try to get free.

"I don't think so. I've been looking for you...." They hiss out, long forked tongue flickering out heavily, followed by bringing up their clawed hands to cup our cheeks heavily dragging the claws down as we hear Eddie screaming internally when blood begins to trickle down our cheeks.

Hearing our Omega screaming in pain, we immediately block out everything around us to try and reach out only to be suddenly wrenched away from him by a sudden force.

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Eddie Brock's P.O.V:

Being flung away from Venom, I feel his ink-like tendrils reaching out to me only for something to slam away from them hard it sends me flying into a restaurant window where people scatter inside, when I land heavily on the restaurant floor with bits of shattered glass around me, splintered wood and China plates smashed into small white pieces.

Weakly lifting my head, the sight out the shattered restaurant window shows the black fluid-ness of Venom being forced to mix with the crimson symbotiate in such a way it makes me grab a shard of glass gripping it tightly when I clambered out of the shattered resident window feeling blood starting to trickle down the palm of my hand due to how tightly I’m gripping the glass shard.

Approaching the writhing mass of crimson and inky black, there is no second thoughts as I bring the glass shard down into the crimson symbiote's neck hearing it giving a deadly screech of pain when I do so, followed by whirling around to confront who had stabbed it allowing for Venom to wrench free, lunging towards me to roll me out of the way when it slams a crimson barbed tentacle down where I had been standing.

Holding me close to his chest, Venom begins run heavily heading towards an alleyway where he jumps up to the rooftops causing me to grip him tightly being slightly afraid of heights hearing not far behind the other symbotiate starting to follow.

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Eddie…..?

“I’m alright…..just…”

Tailing off, I find myself being laid down on the altar steps of an abandoned church, above the rafters covered in cobwebs which billow slightly back and forth due to breeze coming through holes in the roof and above us there is a intact circular, ornate stained glass window of many coloured hues.

His large, clawed hand comes up to cradle the back of my head, sifting through my hair making a trilling Omegan purr – something I had discovered during our Mating that I could form when being appreciated by my Alpha – which makes him lean downwards to start scent-marking me heavily, coating me in his rich, musky scent to indicate to another Alpha I was his and only his.

Bringing my hands to place around his shoulders, soft breathless mewls, gasps and pants begin to fill the empty space as his long tongue trails up and down my neck, causing me to tilt my head backwards to expose it to him more.

At the moment during this short moment of peace, he rolls us both so I'm straddling him where he gives soft nips to my throat - marking me - until pulling back to rest his forehead against mine then yawning heavily, move to lay my head on his chest feeling him wrap his tendrils around me to keep me in his embrace.

There was something about Crimson Symbiote which had felt familiar - like they were someone I knew - and yet, I couldn't remember at the moment who they reminded me off.

A clawed hand massaging my head soothes me, hearing myself making a trilling sleepy purr before slipping my eyes close.

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Sitting on a rooftop of some apartments, which are across the street from the church bearing a stained circular, ornate stained glass window the Crimson Symbiote watches silently where it can tell where it's prey is within.

A sweet, fertile Omega with such a rich scent it makes them salivate at the thought of capturing them. The opportunity was to much to miss, even if they had an Alpha already protecting them.

The black Symbiote it had heard rumours about from various sources, but to see who was bonded to it made them heat up in such a way it felt like Hunting for Prey.

Soon the crimson mask pulls back slightly revealing behind it a face of a someone who knew Eddie Brock very much from reading the journalist's articles which the man had written and watching him go about his daily life, alongside....the black Symbiote.

A lightening flash illuminates their face, revealing only briefly that of...Cletus Kasady - a serial killer - smirking in delight before the crimson mask covers his face once more, a guttural hiss escaping with fangs forming at the thrill of....continuing the Hunt which had started.

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For @apastandfuturenerd, @avidreadr2004, @thewitchofstjohns, plus any other Symbrock fans out there

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passerine-writes · 10 months

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Silent Sparks - Volt 46

Warnings: Feelings, transphobia, religious fueled detestment, chaos, pure and utter chaos Word count: 6422

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 45 | Volt 47

"We should play truth or dare!" Mina said excitedly, we all hesitantly agreed after a lot of persuasion. We sat in a circle in the center of the basement, all of us changed and ready for bed but too awake after a day of fun. "Okay, rules are simple. Spin the flat iron, whoever the corded end lands on has to answer truth or dare but if they choose to back out, they have to take a sip of the concoction of death!" I looked at the half full red solo cup on the end table, a mix of soy sauce, teriyaki sauce, ketchup, mustard, salsa, apple juice, hot sauce, ginger salad dressing and lemon juice sitting intimidatingly by itself. All of us had emergency drinks just in case so we wouldn't upchuck anything, but also an emergency trash can on standby. "I'll go first!" She leaned forward and spun the straightener, the object pointing to Kirishima. "Truth or dare!"

"Ah, shoot, uh, truth I guess?" He blurted out, clearly unprepared for whatever the girl might have in store.

"Boringgg! Fine, uh, if you were to get any piercing, what would it be?" Kirishima thought about this for a moment.

"Probably my eyebrow." The girl nodded in approval before Kiri spun, Denki up next. "Alright, truth or dare man?"

"I'm not scared, I'll go with dare." He said with a smirk, leaning back on his palms.

"Alright, I dare you to burp the alphabet without throwing up." Denki went upstairs and came back with a can of soda.

None of us could contain our laughter as he finished it without puking. I excused myself to go grab a soda as well after asking Sero, needing something to help me sleep tonight. I came back down and saw Mina and Sero dancing.

"I dared them to a dance off, to see who would fail first at copying the others move." Denki filled me in and I nodded, watching as Mina won Sero's dare.

I didn't get a turn for a while, somehow the flat iron always landing on Mina or Denki rather than me, until it did.

"Tsukababes! Finally! Truth or dare?"

"Easy, truth. I don't trust where you would take a dare." She poured but nodded.

"Who do you like?" She asked without missing much of a beat.

'I should've thought this through more.'

All eyes were on me and the sip of death looked tempting right now.

"A guy." I finally spluttered out. Sero snorting out laughter at my aversion.

"Well duh, but that's not who."

"Eh, it counts. Me saying 'a guy' is a valid answer because it's a key descriptor and definer of the 'who' which is what you were asking. If you wanted me to say the person, then you should've asked something else." She glared and pointed a finger at me. I spun the straightener and it landed on Kiri. "Truth or dare, bro?"

"I trust you Tsukabro, so dare."

"I dare you to let Mina do your makeup." Mina squealed in excitement and dug out her makeup. As she was doing his, we continued playing. He spun the flat iron before she even started, the appliance landing on Mina.

"Truth or dare, Min."

"Dare, duh."

"I dare you not to do my makeup." She groaned and put all of her stuff back.

"You're no fun!" She pouted but spun her straightener anyways, almost bouncing with joy when it landed on Denki. "Someone fun! Truth or dare!"

"Obviously dare. C'mon you already knew that." She got a glint in her eye and I immediately felt concerned on the multitude of ways she could take this.

"I dare you to kiss who you think the hottest person in the room is. Of course, only if they're okay with it." Everyone was watching what his next move would be.

I stared at my lap, not wanting to know who he would choose until I felt a familiar hand on top of mine. I glanced up at him and nervously licked my lips like earlier. We were already sitting fairly close, not letting the awkward tension break our normal.

"Is this okay?" His voice was soft and quiet, a mere whisper but I heard it all the same. My eyes glanced down to his lips without thinking and I nodded.

His free hand came up and cupped my cheek before leaning in. I met him in the middle, finally working up the courage to lean forward as well. Every bit of it felt like fireworks erupting inside my entire body. It was slow and gentle, our lips slowly moving together after a moment and he pulled away. My face and neck were bright red as was his. We stared at each other for a minute, trying to figure out what this meant and where we stood, my mind all over the place. Without looking, I knew Mina got a picture of it. Slowly, he moved back into his spot fully but his hand stayed on mine.

"It's my turn next, yeah?" Denki broke the silence and spun the hair straightener, the object pointing to Sero. "Truth or dare, man?"

"After the last dare, I'm going with truth cause the only one I wanna kiss is Todoroki." I bit back a giggle but nodded in respect.

"Is your binder still on?" Sero's eyes darted to the floor at the question, giving a clear answer. "Go take it off and put on a hoodie, please." Sero looked torn but I was slightly confused.

"Can I ask a question? Cause I'm a little lost." The pair of best friends nodded. "Is it bad if you wear it for too long?" Sero sighed and sadly nodded.

"Yeah, if I wear it too long it can cause some damage to my ribs. I'm already pushing it with wearing it during hero training." He said in a dull tone, a complete opposite to how he usually is.

"Go take it off, okay? Trust me, broken ribs are not fun. You're still a man, nothings gonna change that, but hurting yourself is only going to make things worse." He sighed and stood up, going up the stairs and coming down a few minutes later in a very baggy hoodie.

"It's off." He stated in a somber voice.

"You know we only push it because we care bro, yeah?" Sero nodded, confirming Kiri's words.

"If it makes you feel any better, apparently I have the biggest chest here." My comment got our friend to finally laugh.

"You're not wrong. We all know it too." I gave him a wide smile and a thumbs up. "Alright, so who's sleeping where? We have one queen size air mattress, the couch and the love seat. I would grab old mattresses, but most of them are toddler mattresses."

"Mina, who's your cuddle buddy tonight?" I asked the pink haired girl.

"Depends on who I sleep next to."

"We can always push everything together so that we aren't separated too much." I suggested, everyone shocked that I offered that.

"Yes! More cuddles!" Mina cheered with her hands raised, pumped at the suggestion.

As the air mattress was being inflated, Kiri and I moved the couch over, sliding it parallel to the loveseat. Mina and Denki set out spare blankets and throw pillows. Just as the air mattress got set up, I took out my ears and put them on the charger. I got settled in on the loveseat, opting to allowing Kirishima to be comfier on the couch. Mina slept beside him with Sero in the middle and Denki right beside me.

We sat up for a little bit, mostly on our phones doing whatever, sometimes I would look over and join the conversation but for the most part, I sat in a comfortable silence with my friends.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember briefly waking up. Mostly to turn over and get comfortable again, my eyes immediately drooping shut again. When I fully woke up, I wasn't expecting to be warm.

Or on Denki.

I went to stretch and found myself unable to move, his arms wrapped around me. One draped over my waist and his free hand in front of me as he scrolled on his phone. My head laid on his chest, my body curled into his side with our legs tangled together. His arm left, the rush of cool air sending a chill across my side until it returned along with my phone.

From Pikachu: Good morning :)

To Pikachu: Good morning

To Pikachu: When did I fall asleep? I don't remember

From Pikachu: About 11

To Pikachu: I can't believe I slept for ten hours

From Pikachu: Me neither but I'm glad you got sleep

To Pikachu: When did you go to bed?

From Pikachu: I was up until about 1, that's when you rolled onto me

To Pikachu: Sorry about that, I hope you weren't uncomfortable or anything

From Pikachu: Why would I be uncomfortable?

To Pikachu: I don't know, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything

From Pikachu: Well I promise I wasn't uncomfortable, I wouldn't complain about getting to cuddle with you

From Pikachu: Unless you were uncomfortable?

To Pikachu: I toootally was, hence why I'm still laying on you

I could feel the vibrations and slight jostling in his chest from laughter.

From Pikachu: Well I'm glad you weren't either

From Pikachu: I think that's the first time you've ever fallen asleep before me

To Pikachu: Yeah I was tired yesterday, I pulled an all nighter the other night

From Pikachu: What??? Why??

To Pikachu: Just couldn't sleep, it happens sometimes

From Pikachu: I guess, but I'm really happy you caught up on some sleep last night then

To Pikachu: Me too :)

From Pikachu: Soooo

To Pikachu: Soooo?

From Pikachu: Who's your crush?

To Pikachu: Take a guess

From Pikachu: I don't know, that's why I'm asking

To Pikachu: You should know

From Pikachu: How would I know??

To Pikachu: It should be obvious enough for you to guess

From Pikachu: Just tell meeeee

From Pikachu: Pleaseeeee

To Pikachu: You gotta guessss

From Pikachu: Why won't you tell meee

From Pikachu: Is it really that bad?

From Pikachu: I can literally see you reading these

From Pikachu: C'mon, talk to me

From Pikachu: Why not tell me?

To Pikachu: Fear? Judgement? I don't know, maybe a mix of the two. I'd rather just keep it to myself because I don't think it's going anywhere and the more people I tell who it is, the more real my feelings are and the more it's going to hurt in the long run

From Pikachu: I'm sorry for pushing so much, I didn't mean to make you upset

To Pikachu: You're okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it

From Pikachu: Still, I'm sorry

From Pikachu: Forgive me?

To Pikachu: You're forgiven, Denks

From Pikachu: Phew, okay

To Pikachu: Mina probably got pictures of us to add to her collection

From Pikachu: You mean to add to your collection?

To Pikachu: And what about yours?

From Pikachu: Okay so OUR collection

To Pikachu: I didn't know you saved the pictures she took

From Pikachu: Of course I do! What, you don't?

To Pikachu: I never said that

Denki ruffled my hair a bit and I put my phone down, noticing Sero sit up and start talking.

"Uno momento, estoy agarrando mis audífonos." (One moment, I'm grabbing my hearing aids.) I told the two that I knew were awake, not even realizing I was talking in Spanish until I turned back around to a confused looking Denki. "Sorry, language switch." I mumbled, still half asleep to a degree. "What were you saying Sero?"

"I was just wondering when you two woke up."

"I woke up a little while ago."

"I woke up probably an hour ago." Denki stated, Sero looking at him in disbelief.

"I didn't hear you wake up, I've been up for about an hour and a half." I gestured to our phones and he realized why.

"Should we wake those two up?" I pointed to a sleeping Mina and Kirishima. The girl being spooned by Kirishima while curling into Sero's side, the red heads arm reaching over her waist and onto the other boys.

"Please, I've been overheating this whole time." I couldn't help my small laugh at his words but got up to help wake the two up.

I circled around and poked Kiri's stomach rapidly, watching his muscles flex through his shirt before he woke up confused. His arm moving and waking up Mina in the process.

"What time is it?" The red head asked groggily.

"Almost ten in the morning." He hummed and rubbed his face, his usually gelled hair sticking all over the place. "Time to wake up." He nodded and stretched his arms, reminding me of the morning stiffness in my spine. "Hey Hanta? Can I borrow your legs for support?" He looked at me curiously but slowly nodded. I sat down near his feet and placed one hand on his shins to help me balance as I turned. The relieving pops going up my spine making me sigh before I turned and repeated it on the other side. "Thank you." Everyone looked at me with wide eyes.

"How the— what was that?" Kirishima asked.

"I cracked my back, that reminds me." I propped my chin on my hand and cracked my neck both ways. "I almost forgot about my neck." Mina fake gagged while everyone else was just looking mortified. "It's okay, I do it all the time. Hey, Hanta, where's the bathroom?" He slowly blinked before processing what I had asked him.

"I'll show you, you three meet us up there when you're ready, yeah?" They all agreed and we walked upstairs, my friend showing me where to go as he got caught up talking to Hinata.

I did my business and came back out to see Hanta no longer looking cheerful, but stressed.

"What's up?" He shook his head but I nudged his arm in silent retaliation. "What's wrong?" He sighed and leaned against the wall.

"My mom just let me know that my tío and his new wife are coming to visit for a few days." I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"So, what's the issue?"

"Issue one, they'll be here in a few hours. Issue two, he's kinda..."

"Not accepting?" He nodded grimly and looked to the floor stressed. "You want me to stay after the others head out? Run some sort of interference?"

"You don't gotta, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Well you aren't asking, I offered. If you want I can text my parents and let them know. Only if you want me to though." He nodded and gave me a sad smile.

"Thank you." I held out my fist and received a fist bump.

"Course. Let's get this show on the road."

After an hour or two, Kirishima and Mina left, both of them having to go home early and catch the train back to Chiba. Denki left after a little while too, saying how he had to start packing so he wouldn't cram pack on the last night and forget something. So I sat on the couch with Hanta, his twin little sisters joining us. Hana, the one with her ears pierced, slowly came up to me with a curious look on her face.

"Hey kiddo." I greeted with a small smile, not wanting to scare either of them.

"Hi." She looked at her older brother and he gestured it was okay for her to ask whatever was on her mind. "Do you know how to braid hair?" I stifled a confused laugh and nodded.

"I do actually. Do you want me to braid your hair?" Her eyes lit up and she ran to grab what was needed. "Do you want me to braid your hair too, Hikari?"

"Yes please." She mumbled before running off to her sister.

"I didn't know you could braid hair."

"Ah, yeah, I learned after I got adopted. I lost my fidget cube one day and my Pops let me fidget with his hair. He got the bright idea I could braid it and pulled up a few videos for me to learn from." My friend laughed at my simplified story, the twins running back around the corner. "You two ready?" They happily nodded. "Should I do different braids to tell them apart easier?" I whispered to Sero who rapidly nodded. "Okay, who wants to go first?" Hikari plopped in front of me on the floor and I couldn't help but laugh before I started brushing through her hair.

It took probably fifteen minutes for each of them, but I gave Hikari two dutch braids and Hana two french braids.

"Thank you!" The two cheered together, Himari peaking into the living room in disbelief.

"You two look so pretty! Why don't you go show your dad?" The two skipped out of the room and Himari stood next to her son.

"Is tío bringing his kids?" Hanta asked, the subtle look of discomfort already on his face.

"No, they're staying at home with your tía, said they'll come next year." He sighed but nodded. "You should go get changed." Hanta glared at the ground.

"I'm not dressing like a girl for him, it's his problem if he can't get over himself." Himari sighed and rubbed his back.

"You know your tío just sees things differently."

"You two grew up together, your personality should have rubbed off on him." She huffed out a sad laugh at his statement. "I'm not dressing as a girl. I'm not putting myself through that." Himari nodded and gave him a side hug.

"Okay, but you two should still go get changed out of pajamas. They'll be here soon. I'll call you both down when they get here, okay?" Hanta nodded and I gave her a thumbs up before trekking up to his room. He already put his binder on earlier, so he changed comfortably in front of me. Opting for a graphic t-shirt, a zip up hoodie and joggers. I went for a thin, grey long sleeve and ripped jeans.

"You okay?" I asked him hesitantly and he sighed.

"Yeah. Just, not a fan of when he visits. It was more tolerable when he was still married to my tía or when he at least brought the kids, but I don't like his new wife. Plus he insists on using my deadname." I nodded along, easily keeping up.

"I'm sorry dude. If it gets too outta hand I can ask if you can crash at my house for a day or two." He looked at me in shock.

"Really?" I nodded and he sat down beside me on his bed. "Maybe, I think it might be awkward sleeping at my teachers house." I snorted, causing him to laugh as well.

"It's weird for me going to school and having all my family as teachers. Trust me, it fades after a while." He nodded and flopped back on his bed, I followed suit and we sat in a comfortable silence until we were called down. "You ready?" He sighed but stood up, not giving me a verbal answer.

(A/N: anything typed in bold from here on out is someone talking in spanish. i'm not trusting google translate to be right and that's a lot to copy and paste.)

Hanta and I awkwardly stood to the side as his uncle greeted all of his siblings. He looked almost nothing like Hanta's mom, for obvious reasons. A woman stood to the side, looking irked that none of the kids happily hugged her like they did their uncle. I saw a boy I didn't recognize and put together that he was Hanta's brother, Hiroshi.

"Hello Hitomi." His uncle said blandly and I repressed a visual cringe at the use of his deadname. Hanta didn't say anything, just stood kicked back against the wall with an indifferent look on his face. "It's rude to ignore people."

"And it's rude to disregard a simple request." His uncle sighed and shook his head before acknowledging me.

"Who's this?"

"I'm Tsukare Onryo." His eyes widened at my use of his native tongue, unprepared for me to respond.

"It's nice to meet you, Tsukare. I'm Antonio Garcia, Hitomi's uncle." My eyes narrowed as I looked at the ground. He beckoned his wife over, she looked pretty but I could already tell she was stuck up. "This is my wife, Valeria." I sent her a nod in acknowledgement. "How did you two meet?"

"He's one of my good friends, Hanta and I are in the same class at school." That singular sentence earned me a shocked looked from Hanta and two glares from the adults in front of me.

"Her name is Hitomi, and you will address her as such. She is a girl, despite any of the lies she's convinced you of." He vehemently exclaimed, a vein nearly bulging out of his neck.

"I won't. You aren't my father, and you aren't his. You have no authority over me, and you can stop trying to make a display because of your negative prerogative and judgement of Himari's parenting. If you have an issue with the respect and human decency I'm giving to one of my friends then you can challenge my parents on how they raised me." He glared at me before turning around and walking away with his wife. I turned to my friend who was starting to shake. I pulled him around the corner and hugged him. "You okay?" He nodded and hugged me tighter before letting go completely.

"I don't think anyone has told him off in a while." I laughed and nodded.

"Yeah. But hey, you say the word and we're outta here. Okay?" He nodded and eventually went and rejoined his family. The twins came up and sat between us, happily chatting away.

"What's in your ear?" Hana asked curiously.

"These are my hearings aids. My ears don't work too good, so they help 'em out. Y'know how earbuds work?" The two little girls nodded. "Well, they're kinda like that. But instead of getting the sounds from your phone or computer, it gets the sounds from the world." They lit up, enthusiastic at that.

"Can we see them?" I nodded and took my ears out, placing one in each of their open palms and watching closely as they held them. Hana handed my left one back first, Hikari going to do the same until their tío showed up behind them.

Hanta tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the man who was glaring at me.

"Don't ignore me. What did you give them?" I put my left hearing aid back in and lightly grabbed the other one from Hikari before he could, watching as he went to reach for it.

"They're my hearing aids, Hana and Hikari were curious on what they were and wanted to see them." Antonio scoffed as I put my second one in.

"You're not deaf, those were earbuds. You're just attached to your phone like every other kid your age. It's disgusting that you would lie about something like that." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with this.

"Kids, I know it's early but dinners ready. Come eat." Himari said as she popped her head into the living room, quickly leaving again.

We all sat at the table somehow. Hanta and I squished at the end corner, the twins beside me. His dad at the head with Hinata on his lap, his mom beside them, Antonio and Valeria across from us and Hiroshi at the end beside Hanta. Hanta checked his phone briefly, staring at the screen for a moment before he got scolded by his mom.

"Honey, no phones when we're eating. You know the rule." Hanta apologized under his breath and pocketed his phone, Antonio sending a look towards me.

"Tsukare. That means no earbuds as well. Take them out." He chided, thinking he had something on me.

"Oh don't be silly, Antonio. Those are his hearings aids. Speaking of those, how did you lose your hearing? Were you born deaf?" It took everything in me not to smirk so I took a bite of food instead to bide time.

"No, I was born with my hearing. About two months ago I lost over half of my hearing during our internships, then less than a month ago I lost a little more in my right ear from a classmate setting off a loud explosion with his quirk." Himari, Hiroto, Antonio and Valeria looked at me in disbelief. "In my left ear, I have about forty percent of my hearing and in my right I have about twenty percent."

"Oh goodness. I'm so sorry to hear that." Himari's eyes widened as she realized what she said and she tried to backpedal but I was laughing.

"It's okay! No need to apologize. I came to terms with it a long time ago. My quirk is sound based so I was expecting to lose it eventually." Himari sent me a soft smile and nod.

"Tsukare! Can I put one in my ear?" Hana asked cheerfully beside me, Hikari joining and asking as well.

"Sorry but they won't fit. They're a little too big for you, plus they were specially made to fit in my ear." They looked at me with wide eyes and dropped jaws, clearly amazed at that.

"Tsukare, you mentioned that your quirk is sound based and that could contribute to your hearing loss. Do you know of any genetic factors from your birth parents that might contribute to that?" Hiroto asked politely. Antonio looked confused but before he could ask, Hanta explained.

"Tsuka's adopted." Antonio glared at his nephew before aggressively eating more.

"I don't know much about them honestly, I mostly base it off of my dad since he has such a similar quirk." I explained, almost saying Pops out of habit but catching myself so I wouldn't run any risks.

"But he's not your real dad, is he?" Antonio asked sarcastically, earning a glare from half the table.

"He is my dad. My birth parents signed me away legally. So he is just as much of my dad as Hiroto is to any of his kids , unless you're also saying nobody here is really family to you, then you can take up that dull prerogative with everyone here." Antonio glared at me and went to speak but was cut off once more.

"How did you lose your hearing?" Hana asked curiously.

"Well, your big brother and I had to do these internships at school. That's why he was gone for a week a while ago. But, when I was on mine, I was following around Endeavour. We were walking down the street and a kid about your age came up and talked to us. I saw a car coming really really fast, so I scooped him up and got us out of the way. The car crashed into the building and there was a huge explosion. It was like it was right out of a movie!" Hana, Hikari and Hinata laughed at my over exemplified rendition of what happened, enjoying my mild theatrics and not realizing the actuality of it.

"That didn't actually happen. You don't have to lie to try and impress anyone." Valeria said, her voice alone making me want to snap at her.

"It did happen, I recorded it. It was on the news and everything." Hanta said with a smirk.

"I remember seeing that on the news, your hero name is Sonus, right?" Himari asked curiously to which I nodded.

"How are your grades Hitomi?" Antonio asked, obviously wanting to change the subject. Hanta ignored him, munching on his dinner. "Don't ignore me Hitomi. Answer the question." He still got silence.

"Hanta, answer his question." Hiroto said softly.

"Stop being delusional already. Her name is Hitomi, she is a girl. Don't fuel her idiocy." Antonio snapped. Himari looked around at the table and saw most of us were done.

"Kids, why don't you go play for a bit, yeah? We have to have a grown up talk." Hanta nudged me and gestured for me to follow him, all of the kids in front of us. My hand was on his back, rubbing soothing circles to try and ground him, until I felt him stop moving. One look behind me, I saw Antonio had his hand grasped firmly on Hanta's wrist. Immediately, I turned and yanked it off.

"Don't even think about that." I seethed, Antonio pausing as I properly snapped.

"Why are you filling the children's heads with these immoral acts? It's a disgrace. My nieces and nephews shouldn't have any part in this." Antonio yelled at his sister.

"Don't you talk to my wife like that in our own house." Hiroto snapped back, clearly just as fed up with this as the rest of us.

"I see why Antonio was worried about me coming, he warned me you two would act like this." Valeria said as if she had any input.

"You stay out of this, as far as I'm concerned, you're not apart of this family or this discussion." Hanta and I tried not to laugh at Himari's retort. "And you. Antonio, you have no right to come into our house and act like you run the place."

"Then do a better job. This is disgusting behavior that you should have put a stop to a long time ago. Hitomi, enough is enough. Stop this. Stop giving in to this sin already."

"His name is Hanta. It is that simple." Hiroto said calmly, so Hanta and I tried to slip out again. However Antonio grabbed his wrist once more. I grabbed his as well, yanking it off with a harsh tug.

"Hitomi, please. Stop this already. You're tearing our family apart." Antonio pleaded and went to take a step forward but I stood between him and Hanta.

"You're not going near him. You're going to shut your mouth and you're going to listen. You have no right to try and manhandle him and yank him around like that because you're throwing a bigger temper tantrum then Hinata. You can cry 'sin' all you want but let's face the truth. By the sounds of it, you're christian or catholic, so let's make a few things clear. It is not a sin. Because your God is about love and acceptance. You want to talk about sin? Fine. Then in the eyes of your God, you're a sinner. To him you would be an adulterous, judgmental man with no morals or ethics. To him, you did one of the big no-no's, you got a divorce and got remarried. You also have constantly been doing another no-no, you've been judging him. As far as I'm concerned, he's more of a man then you will ever be. He is kind and compassionate, he is trustworthy, patient, respectful. So Hanta and I are going to leave the kitchen now and you are not going to touch him." Antonio froze at my tangent, Hanta and I walking out and immediately to his room.

"Hey, you o-" he tackled me in a hug and I slowly hugged him back, "-kay..?"

"Thank you." I heard a small sniffle from him and held him tighter.

"Of course. I got your back." He nodded and let go, rushing to pack his bag.

I texted my parents to ask, thankfully Pops responded saying it was okay for him to stay the night. A small tap on the door grabbed our attention, Hiroshi slowly coming in.

"Hey." He mumbled. Hanta immediately dried his eyes and waved.

"Hey kiddo." My friend responded.

"Can I ask you something?" Hiroshi asked while he looked at me. I pointed at myself to be sure and he nodded.

"Sure. What's up?" He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, gesturing for Hanta to cover his ears, so he did.

"Do you think.. Do you think Hi- H- Hanta thinks I'm like Tío Antonio?" I shook my head and crouched down to his level from where he sat on Hanta's bed.

"No, not at all. Because Hanta knows you don't like change. And he knows you're trying your best despite that. It takes time and change is hard enough to begin with." He nodded and stared at his hands. "What about change scares you so much?"

"I don't like uncertainty. I like to know what's going on." I gave him a lopsided smile.

"Which is why you were eavesdropping?" He blushed from embarrassment and nodded. "Well, there's a few things I'm certain about. I know Hanta cares about his family because he carries just about everything in his backpack that might be needed for when he goes outside with you or his friends. I know he loves being your big brother. I know he's a goofball. But I am one hundred and ten percent certain, that he loves all of you, despite the hiccups and mistakes, because he knows you're trying and putting in an effort. And I know he isn't mad at you at all." Hiroshi nodded slowly and gave me a small side hug before standing up and tackling Hanta in one.

"Love you dude." He mumbled into Hanta's chest once his older brother moved his hands.

"I love you too." Hanta mumbled back into his younger brother's hair before he left the room. "What did you two talk about?"

"I'll explain later, we should head back to my place." He nodded and we went downstairs, his mom coming out of the kitchen looking stressed.

"I'm gonna sleep at Tsukare's tonight." Himari nodded and hugged him. She turned to me and I bowed.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted in your household earlier." She gave me a soft smile and a hug once I stood back up.

"Don't apologize. I'm glad my son has friends like you. And Hanta, text me when you get to his house please. We'll talk more about everything when you come home." Hanta nodded and they bid their goodbyes.

"That was the first time he hugged me on his own terms since I came out." Hanta told me as we walked down my street, the train ride draining both of us almost as much as his uncle.

"Really?"

"Yeah. What'd you say to get him to do that?"

"Just told him the truth. That change is scary but you love him and you know he's trying and that even though change is scary, you can tell he's been trying anyways." He gave me a soft smile and a pat in the back before we walked into my house. "Dad! Pops! I'm home and I have Hanta with me!" I called out as we took our shoes off. Dad walked past the entryway with a mug of coffee.

"Hello. Did you have fun?" He asked me. I looked at Sero and we both laughed. "Oh no." Dad sighed and took another sip of his coffee. "Should I ask?"

"Maybe later. Where's Pops and Toshi?"

"Pops is taking a shower and Hitoshi is taking a nap." I nodded and guided Sero through the house. "Sero, are you allergic to cats?" My friend shook his head right before Mittens came up and started rubbing against his legs.

"That's Mittens, and that," I pointed to our other cat in her cat tree, "that's Spots. They won't scratch or anything if you pick them up." He nodded and slowly picked up Mittens, cradling her to his chest.

"Sero." He looked up at Dad's voice. "I take it he knows?" Sero paused for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I expect you to take your binder off tonight. Onryo and Hitoshi both have spare hoodies if you would like one, if those don't fit then you can ask either me or Mic. Understood?" Sero sighed and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"I forgot he would know. Which.. wait, holy shit. Dad do you think that means All Might knows?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before the realization dawned on him.

"If he read his file, then yes. He clearly didn't think ahead about his actions and potentially turning the countries future heroes against him." I chuckled under my breath.

"Yeah. Still don't know why Izuku idolizes him so much." Dad shrugged but Sero looked a little lost. "I'll explain later." My friend nodded and Pops walked into the living room.

"Hey little listeners, do you have fun at Sero's house?" Pops asked, the two of us laughing again. "Oh gods. Sho, should I ask?"

"I don't even know, that's up to you." Pops looked worried for a moment and asked.

"My uncle came to town with his new wife and he's not accepting or anything. It didn't go too well and Tsukare said some things." My parents each raised an eyebrow to me.

"I may or may not have snapped and told him that he was a sinner for being an adulterous, judgmental man with no morals or ethics and Hanta's more of a man then he'll ever be." Pops slowly started cackling, keeling over in fits of laughter while Dad just smirked. Hanta pulled out his phone and showed me the message his mom sent about how they kicked his uncle and his new wife out. I fist pumped the air. "Yes! Now I don't have to threaten him with Pops!" This piqued my parents interest and I clamped my mouth shut.

"Uh, he tried getting physical. Tsuka pulled his hand off before he could do any real damage and stood between us." Pops immediately pulled me into a hug.

You are so lucky you didn't get hurt.

I know Pops. But I couldn't just stand there and see how far he would take it. The furthest he got was grabbing Hanta's wrist.

"These next two and a half years are going to be torturous with how you and Midoriya like to handle things." I sent Dad a wide smile and two thumbs up, the anxiety slowly dissipating as Hanta and I settled in for the night.

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