#more like an involuntary mission but okay

[marvelfilth]

Need (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: g!p Natasha Romanoff, g!p Wanda Maximoff, implied influence of sex pollen, PWP, threesome, unprotected sex, blow job

Summary: absolutely zero plot, straight up PWP

Masterlist

You finally let yourself relax for the first time in the past two days, closing your eyes and throwing yourself on the couch.

You hate stealth missions. You are more of an explosion type of girl, coming in with a bang, kicking some ass and leaving as soon as possible, but this - staying hidden, moving in shadows, and sneaking behind people's backs - this is more of a Natasha thing, which is why she is the one in charge.

You sigh, turning your head to look at the redhead. She is bent over some documents, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Wanda appears by her side a moment later, drops of sweat rolling down her temples.

You sit up, and focus on the women in front of you. Hours ago something went wrong when you split up, they came back looking as guilty as ever, reassuring you that everything was alright, and you believed them then. Now you're not so sure.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, pinning them down with your eyes.

Wanda jumps in surprise and moves to stand behind the table, slightly bending over. Your eyes narrow at the sight.

"Everything is alright. You should go to the store, we don't have anything to eat," Natasha says through gritted teeth, not meeting your eyes.

Your mouth opens in shock, eyes straying to Wanda's in search of support, but you find her in a similar state - eyes dark and jaw clenched tight.

"You two go to the store. Maybe some fresh air will help you get your shit together." You huff, choosing to walk away from the women and hole up in your room, but when you pass by Wanda, your hand accidentally grazing hers, she lets out an actual growl, the wood of the table squeaking in her hold. Her eyes burn bright red, her mouth open as she pants heavily.

"What's wrong?" You hurry to her side, cupping her jaw to inspect her face, and her hips thrust forward, her eyes closing as she whines.

"You need to go." Natasha's low voice reaches your ears, making you look at the redhead. "Leave, before it's too late."

You blink and take a step back, concern swirling in your chest. "What is going on? Let me help."

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches for your hand.

"Wanda," Natasha warns, her tone steel-like, but Wanda pays her no mind, her fingers hot on your arm as she pulls you flush against her front, burrowing her nose in the back of your neck and grinding her hips against your backside, her rock hard cock straining in the confines of her pants.

You gasp, unconsciously arching your back to meet her messy humps, her hands curling around your waist, her mouth hot on your neck. "W-wanda."

Natasha walks around the table and you finally see her fully, see the bulge in her pants, see the veins in her tense forearms. "Leave," she croaks, "before we completely lose control."

You let an involuntary whimper, the sound making Natasha pounce on you with animalistic need. Her lips are on yours, enveloping you in their warmth, her hands are rough on your hips, squeezing and tugging you away from the other woman, but Wanda doesn't budge, growling against your neck and holding on to your waist.

Natasha stumbles back, breathless, and closes her eyes tightly, her fists clenched tight. "This is your last chance. If you don't leave now, we'll take it as your permission to do whatever we want to you."

Wanda hums against the slope of your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, her hot tongue soothing the sting. You gulp, head falling back against her shoulder.

"Use me," you whisper, "do whatever you want."

Natasha's eyes flash, and then she's pushing you down to your knees. Your mouth falls open as her pants and underwear slide down her legs. Her fat cock stands proudly against her stomach, precum leaking down the tip. You barely have enough time to wet your lips before she pushes it down your throat, holding your face between her hands and fucking your mouth like her life depends on it. She throws her head back, strands of her fiery red hair framing her face as she loses herself in her desire.

Wanda mewls beside you, and you glance at her, eyes widening when you see her straining cock in her fist. She pumps it fast, her eyes on you, and you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the length. She closes her eyes, her hands settle on your shoulders as you slowly jerk her off, your throat burning from Natasha's cock. She pulls away to let you take a breath, but you don't have enough time for that - Wanda immediately takes her place, shoving herself into your mouth, her balls slapping against your chin.

You blink back tears, trying to relax your throat, but still gagging on her length.

"M'sorry, detka," she murmurs, "you'll have to take it all."

Natasha taps her tip on your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair. You pull away, finally allowed to breathe properly, and clench your thighs at the sight of their cocks in front of your face, your wetness staining your sleep shorts as you subtly grind on your heel.

Natasha growls, and then you're pulled off the floor and thrown over the spy's shoulder. She carries you to her bedroom with ease, and throws you on the bed. Wanda hurriedly tugs off your clothes, almost ripping your underwear in haste to get you naked. Natasha is on you the second you're laid bare, ready to claim your most vulnerable part. You spread your legs, bending them at your knees, your thighs wet with your arousal. Natasha tugs you closer, and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Better," she husks, the tip of her cock pushing between your folds and into your tight heat, your walls clenching tightly around her shaft. She moans, thrusting balls deep, "Such a good pussy, taking me like a good slut."

You cry out, mouth falling wide open, and see Wanda settle in front of you, her cock still wet with your spit. She takes hold of your jaw and pushes your head down, simultaneously thrusting her cock deep inside your throat. "Fuck, Nat, we should've done this sooner."

They fuck you like you're a common whore, using your holes to their liking, Wanda's balls slapping against your chin, Natasha's palms placed possessively on your ass. You gag on the witch's shaft, tears streaming down your face, but she's too far gone in her pleasure to notice, hips snapping faster with each thrust. Natasha's length spreads your cunt almost painfully, the tip of her thick cock pushing against your cervix with each rough thrust.

Your moans send vibrations through Wanda's length, making the young witch cry out, her abs taut with tension, fingers pulling at your hair harshly. She comes down your throat with a loud moan, making you gag on her cum. You pull away, struggling to swallow the load that leaks all over your face and chest.

Natasha's thrusts become erratic as she gets closer to her own release, her fat cock sloshing in your wetness.

"Tasha- ah, please," you gasp, and she flips you on your back, changing the angle.

"Louder, baby," she pants, snapping her hips faster, her fingers leaving bruises on your hips. "I want everyone to know what a cock slut you are." Her dirty words make your head spin, your walls clenching around her thickness, trying to swallow her in.

Wanda throws one led over your stomach, now hovering over you, and pushes your breasts together before thrusting her cock between them. You eagerly open your mouth, welcoming the reddened tip. She whines and mewls as she plays with your breasts, her thumbs stroking your nipples, ready to come again just from the sight below her.

Your legs are spread wider before they're thrown over Nat's shoulders. She presses her palm against the bulge in your belly, making you scream, "Yes! Ah- Nat… Yes, yes, yes- deeper, I need you deeper."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she thrusts one last time, releasing a load of cum into your clenching heat. The pressure inside you releases as you're hit by the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. A few seconds later Wanda follows, forcing your jaw open and thrusting the tip of her cock inside. This time you swallow it all.

She falls on the bed beside you, her body glistening with sweat as you both catch your breath. Natasha slowly pulls out, gently massaging your thighs before taking place on your other side.

"We're not done," she whispers against your ear, her palm cupping your pussy. "We're not done until we've used every single one of your holes. And after that we'll go back to the compound, and we'll do it again and again and again."

Wanda nods, grinning wolfishly, and settles over you, her cock on your lower stomach, ready to fulfill Natasha's promise.

You gulp and spread your legs wider, ready to give them everything.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader

[justauthoring]

puppy love.

requested! -> high school nanami please! the reader gets everything she wants from kento 🤷‍♀️

a/n -> slowly trying to work through all the requests yall have sent me ':)

pairing -> teen!nanami kento x f!reader

shoko.

"kento-kun~!"

the words on the tip of nanami's tongue are left unsaid as his entire body freezes, a involuntary flush coating his cheeks as the sweet sound of you calling his name floods his senses.

shoko who's stood in front of him raises a brow at nanami's reaction, the stunned look on the younger boys face not one she's seen before. her underclassmen is normally so composed that it was hard to get a reaction out of him ever, and yet a simple call of his name from your lips seems to have the boy starstruck.

you bound up to him, all bright smiles and twinkling eyes, slightly breathless as you all but ran to make your way over to your classmate. shoko notices the faint pink dusted across your cheeks as well and her interest is further piqued as she watches you smile all prettily up at nanami, peering at him through your lashes as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"kento-kun," you call again, voice softer but just as sweet now that you've reached him. "are you free right now?"

coughing slightly, shoko notices nanami glances at her out of the corner of his eye, not liking the mischief dancing in her gaze before turning to face you fully. he tries to put off the impression he's annoyed but his gaze remains softened when glancing down at you and the warmth in his gaze is more than obvious to his upperclassman.

"yes." he hums, hand moving to shove in his pocket. "what is it?"

shoko watches as you positively beam, clearly ecstatic at the fact that he was free, hands coming up to clasp in front of you. "would you like to go to this cafe with me?" you ask, head tilted, before reaching for your phone, flipping it open to show off a photo of said new cafe. "yu and i saw it yesterday on our way home from our mission and i think you'd really like it."

the mention of haibara has shoko smirking, clearly noticing the shift in nanami's posture at the mention of his other classmate. something changes in his gaze and shoko has to bite her lips from laughing out loud.

"did you..." and nanami hesitates, looking wildly uncomfortable as he glances at his feet. "did you and haibara go there together yesterday?"

oh, shoko thinks, this was just too good.

nanami? jealous? gojo was going to have a field day with this.

"oh," you blink, momentarily confused before shaking your head. "no. i wanted to go there with you first!"

although he tries to hide it, the pleasure of your words is clear on nanami's face as his entire body eases, no longer tensed as the edges of lips curl upwards just faintly.

shoko snorts.

"okay." he complies, as if the answer would ever be any different. "we can go."

you let out a squeal of excitement, and if it was anyone else, shoko is sure nanami would wince. instead, he watches on with a fond look in his eyes as you start rambling on about how excited you were and what treats you wanted to try all whilst nanami nods, actively listening while letting you lead the conversation.

you wave bye to shoko as you and nanami make your way off the schoolgrounds, and just as you and nanami turn out of view, she sees him shuffle towards you, arms brushing together. she grins when she sees you glance up at him, still beaming, wrapping your hands around his arm and leaning against him, and nanami lets you.

all without complaint.

without hesitation, shoko turns, eyes peeled for a certain white-haired, blind-fold wearing classmate that would love to hear about what she just witnessed.

gojo.

"y/l/n~!"

gojo grins as you turn from your spot at the table to face him, a smile curling on your lips as you wave at your senpai, beckoning him over.

"gojo-senpai," you greet as he reaches the table, "what brings you here?"

gojo smirks as he glances to your left where nanami sits, the two of you having been working on some homework together and registers the rather nasty glare his underclassman was sending him. nanami didn't like him at the best of times, it was true, but there seemed to be an extra edge to his glare that day as gojo took a seat across from you.

"oh, i saw my precious kohai's and i thought i'd come by to say hi," gojo explains with a shrug, playing it off as nonchalant. he feels nanami's gaze narrow at him, obviously expecting there to be more to the story than gojo is letting off.

which is true, of course, but gojo certainly wasn't going to admit to that.

"oh!" you beam, "well, kento-kun was just helping me with my homework." cheeks flushing, you shift in your spot, embarrassed. "i'm not very bright sometimes when it comes to the academic stuff."

"that's not true," nanami cuts in otherwise almost instantly and gojo smirks. "you just need extra time. there's nothing wrong with that."

your cheeks are practically burning at nanami's words, turning to look at your classmate with a doe-eyed expression.

gojo internally laughs. shoko was definitely right.

"hey, y/l/n," gojo calls, pulling your eyes on him as you blink, somewhat dazed, over at him. "i could you help with this stuff, ya know? i am after all your senpai!"

your eyes widen at his offer, obviously not having expected it. gojo was nice enough and he had never been anything but kind with you; maybe a little cocky and he liked to tease, but still nice. he'd never offered to help you with anything school wise though, whether that be training or just homework.

"gojo-senpai, i—"

"that won't be necessary," nanami cuts in, voice sharp. you blink at him in surprise at his sudden change in tone but gojo, having expected it, simply tries to hold back the laugh threatening to burst past his lips.

nanami then turns to you. "don't trust a word this idiot says," he explains to you, and any normal day gojo might be mildly insulted. today though? he's just amused. "he's basically failing everything."

not true, but—

"o-oh," you stammer, eyes flickering nervously between nanami and gojo.

"now, if you'll excuse us," nanami turns back to gojo, glaring at him, "y/n and i need to actually do some work. we can't all just mess around like you."

gojo's eyes flicker to the way you grab onto the sleeve of his shirt, tugging as you mumble worriedly at him, afraid he was actually hurting gojo's feelings. gojo just continues to grin, moving to stand back up as he brushes your concern off.

"no worries, y/l/n," gojo assures, sending you a thumbs up. "have fun, you two. and still, y/l/n, the offer stands."

gojo's running off before nanami can send a slur of insults at him again.

geto.

this was ridiculous, geto realized.

but gojo had begged him and wouldn't shut up until he agreed. so, here he was, standing in front of you, his fingers working to brush a strand of hair behind your ear as you blushed up at him, frazzled and confused, smiling softly down at you as he waited for nanami to make his way down the hall.

he was fully prepared to make gojo suffer for forcing him to do this and the thought that he should've continued to deny, despite how annoying his best friend was, crosses his mind. because now he was not only being forced to do something embarrassing, but to mess around with his underclassmen.

unlike his best friend, geto thought he was a decent role model for the first years. haibara seemed to like him well enough, constantly asking for him to help him train and nanami didn't seem to hate him as much as he hated gojo. and you? you were sweet, too nice for your own good and even geto had to admit, you were rather pretty.

so this? flirting with you when he truly meant nothing by it other than to make nanami jealous? felt incredibly wrong.

"ge-geto-senpai—"

"please, call me suguru," he smiles, internally cringing at himself.

yeah, he was definitely going to make gojo pay for this.

your cheeks burn brighter, "oh, well, i don't—"

"y/n?"

you startle at the sound of nanami's voice, back straightening as you quickly pull yourself out of geto's grasp. geto lets his hands fall by his sides with ease, taking a step back as you rush over to nanami, eyes wide with your hands held out before you desperately.

"kento-kun, what... what are you doing here?"

nanami's eyes flicker to geto, and to his credit, geto tries to offer a small smile in greeting, before he focuses back on you. "looking for you. we were supposed to study together, remember? you were the one who asked in first place."

"oh!" you blink, eyes widening. "yes, sorry, kento-ken. i... we can go now." you send a flustered look back at geto and nanami's eyes narrow, shuffling uncomfortably on the spot.

nanami looks like he wants to argue otherwise, sending a glare at geto that has him wincing (there goes his reputation with the first year). but your hand slipping into his is enough to satiate him, tugging him along with you.

"b-bye, geto-senpai!" you offer faintly to geto, waving at him over your shoulder before grinning brightly up at nanami.

well, it was clear gojo and shoko were right about the two of you but he definitely needed to have a conversation with his friends about not meddling in the first years personal lives.

geto, however, did let a smile curl on his lips when he noticed you'd been very specific about referring to him by his last name, despite his previous words. or the way you'd made sure nanami had heard you refer to him as such.

ah, young love.

haibara.

"are you and y/n dating?"

nanami nearly spits out the water he'd been drinking, feeling the burn of it as some of comes up his nose. he coughs, lowering the water bottle to the table as he tries to gather his bearings. blinking, nanami presses a hand to his chest, before turning to look at haibara with a look of disbelief.

"what?"

haibara, to his credit, looks genuinely confused.

"are you not?" he asks, head tilting. "i just assumed you guys were."

"what—why would you assume that?"

haibara doesn't fail to notice how red his friends cheeks have gotten.

"well, you're always helping her with homework and studying together," he starts off, raising his hand to list off just the few scenarious he's witnessed in the past week alone. "when i ask you for help, you tell me to figure it out myself. and! oh! you guys went to that cafe together the other day and when i asked to stop off somewhere, after a mission not to mention, you told me to go by myself so—"

nanami splutters for a response.

"not to mention," haibara adds, pressing a finger to his chin in thought. "gojo-senpai and shoko-senpai told me you were so—"

"they what?!"

haibara blinks, surprised and confused by nanami's outburst. "yeah? the other day." he hums, nodding. "i went to join you and y/n outside and they pulled me aside, telling me i should leave you two to your date alone... is that not what they meant?"

haibara tilts his head, only then noticing how nanami looks like he's practically about to combust on the spot.

"nanami...?"

pushing himself to a stand, nanami doesn't say anything before he promptly turns and leaves.

stunned and confused, haibara blinks.

"what did i say?"

nanami.

"i need to talk to you."

"oh, kento-kun! what's up?"

truthfully, nanami probably should've taken a moment to think through just exactly what he meant to say to you before all but barging into your room.

he'd been so frazzled and embarrassed that he hadn't really been thinking straight, his feet walking for him until he found himself outside your dorm room. he hadn't even knocked before opening it and oh god, the realization that you could've been... changing crosses his mind as nanami feels himself grow hot from embarrassment.

"kento-kun?" you call out, concerned, as you stand up from your bed. "are you okay?"

he blinks and suddenly you're in front of him. he hadn't even realized you'd been making your way over to him until that moment!

heart pounding, still breathless, nanami meets your gaze, letting his eyes wander across you. before he can stop himself, his eyes lower to your lips, almost involuntarily, and then, with a split second though, he's leaning forward and pressing his lips against your own.

you freeze at the action, body stilling and nanami panics, moving to pull away, but then a second later you're easing into his touch, returning to kiss as your hands move to grip the front of his school uniform. you tug him towards you, holding him in place and nanami practically melts at the spot.

a moment later you pull away, cheeks rosy and breathless, grinning up at nanami.

"i've been waiting for you to do that forever," you confess, breathless.

and nanami's never felt like more of a fool then he does in that moment for waiting so damn long.

yaga.

wordlessly, shoko and gojo stretch their hands out towards their teacher, grinning ear to ear, palms up. geto stands behind them, shaking his head.

"you two are ridiculous." yaga grumbles, "you meddled."

shoko just shrugs; "never said we couldn't meddle."

"besides," gojo snorts. "if anything we helped. who knows how long it would've taken nanami to say something. have you met the boy?"

yaga just rolls his eyes, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

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[yanderestarangel]

☆ 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 ☆

tw: afab anatomy, v!sex, sleepy sex, praise, smut, somnophilia, ftm reader, soft!dom bi han.

a/n: I'm a sleepy boy, so I needed to write this-

It would be an understatement to say that Bi Han was tired that night, he had done so many missions for the clan after so much time off that he quickly exhausted himself. However, he always had time for the two of you - and most importantly, to satisfy you -

You and the grandmaster slept together on the soft bed with baby blue silk sheets, Bi Han's scent entered your nose, his calloused hand covered in bandages found itself on your back, making patterns that helped you relax and purr against his chest.

You were both naked - with Bi Han beneath you, his muscular thighs gave you support holding your body in place, his eyes were slightly closed but not completely, he wanted to make sure you were sleeping well, you actually slept well during a few hours, but soon woke up in the middle of the night with heat between your legs.

Your cunt was dripping slightly and you wanted and needed him, Bi Han's thick cock poking your belly and giving you a comfortable heat didn't help much with the feeling of needing to be fucked at that moment. You gathered courage, calling his name softly, placing kisses along his neck, you adjusted yourself slightly on top of him, making his dick rub against your wet pussy, thereby making your eyes open slightly.

Bi Han groaned softly, feeling your pussy rub his dick - He was half-asleep himself, but the sensation was too intense to ignore. His cock slid deep inside you, filling you completely - You were too tired to put in much effort, but it didn't matter. The sleek friction between your bodies was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through both of you.

"-Sleepy baby boy... Shh... It's okay... Just relax... Let me take care of you." Bi Han whispers in your ear, It wasn't about sex anymore. It was about finding comfort in each other's arms - you had never seen him so soft on you, giving you little, raw, quick kisses with every movement of your pussy on his shaft, you both fought to keep your eyes open, even though Sometimes, if you failed, small, hoarse and soft moans echoed through the night, unlike any other you had ever had. Your body moved lazily against his, the two of you lost in the haze of sleep and desire, it was a slow and languid fuck, full of passion and tenderness. He held you close, feeling your heartbeat equal to his as he thrust into you.

"-You're such a beautiful man... Keep riding my dick like that... such a tight pussy... " He moaned hoarsely against your skin, causing you to shiver and involuntary and confused moans, the cold wind came through the open window, making you even more drowsy. Sub zero saw you whisper that you couldn't move anymore because you were too tired, your legs hurt and you just wanted to come soon.

He got the message, smirking as he gently turned you around - Bi Han placed you on the mattress, with your back against his chest, and then entered you from behind, your pussy was tight and slippery enough for a rougher thrust, however, not enough to make you moan loudly.

His movements were slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of his breathing. The gentle friction between your bodies was enough to wake up the great master's state a little more, he looked at every ripple of your ass, how your wet little hole swallowed his cock, a thin, white layer covered his pulsing shaft, dirtying and warming your pussy even more.

"-You're always so wet for me... It's incredible, accept everything, baby Mmm- Y-Yes fuuck... Just like that" Bi Han whispers in a low tone, seeing you moan against the mattress sweetly, he I wanted it to never end, he could record that moment forever in his mind. As you both start to drift off to sleep, he picks up the pace slightly, wanting to make sure you cum one last time before the night is over.

"-That's it just cum for me, be a good boy and cum on my dick baby." And then, just like that, it happened... Your body convulsed around his cock, as he whispered even more sweet nothings, Bi Han groans and pulls you close, his cock pulsing inside of you as he fills you with his cum again he continues to thrust into you until your orgasm subsides, then pulls out and crawls up next to you on the bed.

"-Good night baby boy... You really were a good boy today, I love you... Yes I love you." Then, without warning, he closed his eyes again and slipped back into a deep sleep on your side, the smell of sweat and musk now filled your senses, as you let yourself fall asleep again.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH PHEE?

(and other equally puzzling things)

An EXTREMELY EXTENSIVE Post-Episode 10 Analysis/Theory

So, okay. Episode 10 was A LOT. Like... A LOT, A LOT. And a lot of this lot seems... Weird as fuck. So many odd choices were made in the narrative.

Top's drugged manipulation; White pulling info about shrooms out of his ass; Fluke becoming a victim of involuntary drug abuse ghosts of his past and begging for mercy after "all he did to Non"... But nothing beats Phee's OOC moments in ep.10 while he's alone with Jin.

Which is what compels me to make this post. Because this series has been nothing but the richness of detail and now suddenly... It's all over the place? Call it wishful thinking (or Last Twilight trauma) but I don't think so. And it mostly comes down to: Phee. And whatever his "agenda" is.

PS: All screenshots of the show I use (and I will use a lot) will have been brightened because this show is FUCKING DARK, BOYYYYYY and I don't think y'all deserve to force your sight at 3AM to enjoy my posts.

WHAT HAPPENS AND WHY IT'S SUSPICIOUS

So? What does Phee say and do when he's alone with Jin in ep.10 and why am I suspicious of it?

It's hard to say for sure. But we can base ourselves off of 3 things: what we hear him say, what Jin replies to him and the flashbacks (no, they're not just there to fill in time for this very short episode, they serve a narrative purpose).

So let's do this analysis following the order in which things are shown to us, shall we?

First of all, we get a short flashback. The events are as follows:

Phee and New go to see the gang's film

New approaches Phee and they talk

New and Phee decide to try and figure out what happened to Non by infiltrating the group

New and Phee join the gang's school and start asking question

Jin decides to leave Thailand

New suggests going to Por's mansion for the goodbye party

Phee questions New in the lab about his decisions

New suggests using their homemade drug on the group as a truth serum

Phee asks if the drug is deadly and New denies it

Although we don't hear Phee tell this to Jin, Jin does reply very angrily something along the lines of "and you just let him carry on with it? why didn't you stop him? what the fuck is wrong with y'all???", so we can assume we've been shown what Phee told him.

So far, it's very unsuspicious. We've been shown these events before in the actual flashbacks so we can be fairly sure all of that is true.

It starts to get suspicious, however, when Phee replies to him: "There's so much more that you don't understand. About Non, and Tan".

And I think Jin feels the vibe too because, the man standing on his tall pillar of morality and righteousness /s, says he'll give Phee another chance to cut the bullshit and tell him everything. And so Phee sighs and the dreaded narration of ✨New's Murderous Adventures✨ starts.

So Phee tells Jin (and consequently us) that:

Phee and New set up a bunch of cameras to spy on the gang

New drugged the drinks

It was supposed to end when everyone was high at the party but New didn't follow the plan

New deleted the camera files

Phee kept drugging the group

Por's injury wasn't an accident but a trap that he thinks New set

New's drug enhances people's inner fears

Phee "never thought New would be so cruel with Uncle Dang"

New drugged Top at the temple

New must've left the hard disk for White to find

By the time he figured New's plan, there was nothing he could do about it (and we see him looking distressed at New's arrival at the house)

Now, here we have some interesting things. Let me list them for you.

Why would Phee keep drugging the group after Por got hurt?? If, as he claims, he didn't mean for people to get hurt, why would he keep people on drugs while a man is dying on the couch? Especially when the guy you're on a revenge mission with is ELIMINATING THE CONTENT OF THE CAMERA RECORDINGS!! That sure isn't gonna help anyone survive!

How does Phee know about Top??? He and Jin never saw Top arrive at the house. For all they know, that bro is lost in the woods. Right??

HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW WHITE GOT THE HARD DRIVE??? There's no signal in the woods. We've established that. When White tells Tee and New about his actions they're ALONE. The only other person there is LITERALLY THE MASKY (I'm calling the masked person that for convenience, it's shorter. besides, it seems the fandom has been calling them that anyways, so... yeah). So how does he know? How does he know???

And in that same fucking sequence: THE MASKY TRIES TO HURT NEW!!! Bu if New told Top to hurt everyone who hurt Non, why would he hurt him??? And why, my friends, WHY would he SAVE TEE, when he's the only witness of those events??? It would be so easy to just say the masky killed Tee and he couldn't save him... Is it 4D chess??? Is it a different masky??? Or, is it simply not true that New did that?

It's very confusing, weird and suspicious. But let's wait it out, guys, because there's more to PheeJin in the temple.

After this odd-ass narration, they're back to having a convo. Which goes as follows:

Jin (very validly) asks Phee what the fuck is wrong with him and New

Phee says he'd never allow them to go if he knew New was going for murder instead of just confessions ("you can hate me if you want but I never wanted anyone to get hurt, I swear" or whatever he said)

Jin asks if Tan is New and Phee is Non's boyfriend

Phee confirms Jin's suspicions and even adds that "p'New came back from England"

Jin asks if they ever saw the group as their friends

Phee says they wanted to infiltrate the group to find the truth because they didn't know shit about what happened to Non and it's haunting them (good choice of words there, very subtle /s)

Phee explains his motivation, stating he told Non to "get lost and die"

Jin confesses to recording the child grooming revenge porn tape and posting it on Twitter (-_-)

Jin explains his motivation, saying he respected Non's relationship (by constantly making moves on him?) but couldn't stand him cheating on Phee (so he one-upped him by committing not one but two actual severe crimes?)

Phee appears to be mad and disgusted so he says "Fuck. So we both were the ones who hurt Non?", gets up and starts pacing (oh no! the big boy is angy~~~ /s)

Jin gets up like a sad wet cat

Phee randomly finds an axe and takes some exposition out of his ass by stating "this must be Tan's axe that he keeps as a spare. But it's good"

Phee breaks the gate

So by this point Phee's whole speech sounds a bit insane, considering the type of person we've seen he is. Not to mention he just INSTANTLY calms down upon finding an axe and just decides to move on. Like ??? Excuse me??? If that ain't weird then idk what is. Like, sure, Phee is a very confusing and confused character (as better explored by @crysta1ized in this post). He seems to have his heart divided between many things and they could all be pulling at his strings there. HOWEVER, we have to remember Phee's also THIS guy:

Does this look like the kind of person who would just move on after a (perceived) treason? Does he??

And, the thing about this is that it gets worse.

After the scene cuts back from the house, Pheejin are lost in the damn woods (parallels to New and Tee? mayhaps, man, mayhaps...) These are the events there:

Phee is back to supporting Jin's weight with his body while they walk (which makes no fucking sense bc Jin hurt his SHOULDER which is a part of his UPPER BODY so there's no reason why he couldn't walk on his own but okay, sure)

They make no progress walking for a while, even despite trying to mark the places they've already been at

Jin is very upset that Phee's not very good at navigating through unknown forests at night

Phee, however, is very understanding and says: "Jin. I told you that I would be the one who would protect you. So I'll get you out of here" then PROCEEDS TO HOLD HANDS with him and continues with: "Right now, our friends are waiting for us to help them. So, you must stay strong. Believe in me"

-Jin nods (because, despite trying to play the apathetic bitch, he's a softie and very much has feelings™)

-PheeJin finally find the exit of the fucking forest

DO Y'ALL SEE HOW SOMETHING'S VERY WRONG WITH PHEE HERE??? Bro's not just acting weird (that would be fine, we love weirdos. *looks at New and winks* <3), he's abnormal. He's not acting like himself.

So, before I jump into trying to make some sense out of all of this, I'll just add the last scene of PheeJin alone in ep.10, last anyone come tell me I missed it:

They're arriving at the mansion

Jin falls down

Phee abandons the axe to help him

I don't think this one is particularly relevant to analyse Phee's character in this episode (although the axe is certainly relevant for other plots and our dear 9th person) but it's there. After this, they're back in the house with everyone and Por's rotting corpse.

PHEE IS HIDING THINGS

So what the fuck happened, really? Well, a lot. Some are easier, I think, to interpret, some aren't but regardless, there was a lot going on with Phee. To make this very complex thing a bit easier to understand, I'll start from the things I think are a bit easier to explain and/or are more solid and then I'll move from there towards the rest of this mess. Okay? Ok- (gets shot bc I hate John Green).

One thing for me that's nearly set in stone is that Phee, at the very least, isn't telling Jin everything. If he was, then the flashbacks would've started with PheeNon's falling love montage but they don't. They start at the cinema. Plus, Jin has to ask if Phee is Non's boyfriend and Tan is New, like he's piecing things by himself. If Phee had told him that, he wouldn't need to ask. AND Phee would've have referred to New as New during his whole monologue but he did not. He kept saying "Tan". He only started doing so after Jin asked the question and he confirmed Tan was New.

Curiously enough, he also never mentions the antidote he knows exists and KNOWS New brought along. And that neither of them ever used on the others.

The million-dollar question here is then, naturally: why? Various reasons, I believe.

1st of all I think we have to account for the feels. Phee is definitely in a weird ass zone with Jin but it's something. And he feels that something (whatever it is. believe me I could make an entire post about that shit, it's so fucking complex, man, and it only gets worse this episode). He likes Jin, even if he tries not to or if he dislikes that he likes him. It's undeniable. So yes, of course, he doesn't want Jin to hate his guts more than necessary.

But also... We cannot forget why Phee himself is there: to find out what happened to Non. And what does he get out of the conversation he has with Jin? That's right. A confession.

Now, I don't think it's the confession he expected if his reactions are anything to go by:

I mean... If this is not the face of a man thinking "well, shit", then idk what it is. And also because, idk if it's a subtitle error or not, but he seems to ask "what did you three do?" when he's inquiring about the events of the past, so...

Someone is being excluded.

Still, I think it's super possible he was hoping to get something out of it. After all, even if he assumes Jin is innocent in his actions, I don't think he's excluding him from having knowledge of what went down. That would make his positive bias even sillier.

So yeah, sure, I bet Phee feels genuinely guilty and it hurts him to be in the situation he's in and he definitely wants to be in a good place in terms of his relationship with Jin, especially because, as he said, he doesn't know if they can get out of the temple. But also... As Ta (Phee's actor) himself said in an interview: Phee can be really manipulative (I can't find the damn interview rn but, during my search, I found @raelle-writing had also mentioned it in this post, so I think it's enough to say I didn't dream that shit). You know... 2 things can be true at once.

Which brings me to the next part:

PHEE IS LYING

That whole talk of "I never thought he would hurt you", "if I had known I wouldn't have let you come", blah, blah, blah. That's some major BULLSHIT.

Phee knew exactly what New was capable of. At least, on a subconscious level. After all, if my friends started being murdered, my 1st assumption would not be that my best friend did it. Unless, of course, my best friend was spiralling down to madness, constantly using drugs to see his dead brother and answering shit like this:

With a smirk on, when I ask him if the absynthe is gonna kill our friends. Because yeah, sure, I guess the green won't kill them. But you can't tell me this motherfucker wouldn't. He definitely would. And if we can infer that, so does Phee, who has been living with him as his close friend for the last 3 years.

In fact, the very fact that he feels the need to ask whether or not the drugs will kill the gang is proof enough that he, to some extent and, whether or not he's aware of it, KNOWS that's, at least, a possibility. Knows that's something New would do.

So yeah, he's perhaps not just lying to Jin (but also to himself) or not intentionally lying, but he's lying nevertheless. Phee knew this was a possibility. He knew New was capable of stuff like that. And when he pieces the story together, that's him admitting, even if no one realizes, that he knew it. And that he let it happen, in fact, because he never tried to stop the drugging. Or talked to New about what was going on (you'd think if he had that he would've told Jin in that situation). His biggest weapon is his knowledge and he chose not to swing the sword sooner. How very Fluke of him, isn't it? Especially because now 2 people are dead and that's on New, right? Right???

Not necessarily.

NEW IS NOT A MURDERER (initially)

You see, for all we see New is fine with death and murder in episodes 9 and 10, he makes it clear his nº1 goal is to figure out what happened to Non when he gets in front of a fucking firearm to harass Tee into talking.

So why would he talk Top into murder? Why would Top attack him?? Why would he kill Uncle Dang?? And why, on the goddamn Earth, would he eliminate the recordings in the house when his whole motivation is

(Thank you, hallucination Non &lt;;3) to expose them??? Especially when the only other person who knew about the hidden cameras was Phee. It makes no sense! Sure, he might've contemplated the murder, but on a later phase of the plan, I think. The priority was, always, to get them to confess on camera so he could later use the recordings to expose them to the country and clear Non's image. 'Cause we cannot forget, while the people close to Non don't buy the bullshit TV news sensationalist story (and, therefore, are searching for the truth), the rest of the country thinks Non is a slut who ran away with mafia money and his teacher(because, like @delululover explains in this post: Asian culture tends to normalize grooming of older teens and even blame them for the situation).

So what are we seeing when Phee narrates the events? Well, probably just Phee's guesses.

He thinks New is deranged and has drugs and that Top is missing and now they're being attacked by this person, who is conveniently wearing a mask. So he guesses that's Top. Plus, he doesn't know New was attacked by Masky in the middle of the forest.

He knows, like everyone else, that New had the hard drive. And, when Top and New go out in the woods with the bike he remains in the house. So, it's possible he saw the hard drive there where New left it before he went out.

And, because the only 2 people remaining in the house, as far as Phee knows, are Fluke and White, and New DEFINITELY wouldn't want the drive to get into Fluke's hands, he must've assumed New wanted White to find it (which may or may not be true but it's irrelevant, I think).

And, yes, calm down, I can hear you scream: "But how did he know White watched the video???" And the answer I bring you is very simple: he didn't. He has no idea. And the best part is: you only think he knows because you know. But Phee never says that. He says New left the hard drive there for White to find. And that's it. He never mentions a video whatsoever.

Now, is it convoluted? Yes. Absolutely. But we have to think this is Phee we're talking about. He's the guy who always thinks he has the upper hand (a.k.a thinking he can save Non or that he's not falling in Love with Jin). It's almost impossible for him to think he's in the dark as to what is happening to them. After all, in his narrative of his life, he is the hero. And, I know, lots of people in the fandom see it that way as well, so... It's not impossible to imagine that's what the story is trying to sell us. It's trying to make us believe Phee knows. When in reality, I think, it's more likely that Phee's the embodiment of this meme:

Okay. But then if New didn't do it, then who did? Because something is obviously going on with Top, right? And Uncle Dang IS very much dead. So what the fuck is that all about?

THE SECRET 9TH PERSON? ENTITY? THING?

As discussed several times by several people in this fandom, there's a very high possibility that there's someone else with them in the woods.

@blmpff points out the existence of various versions of the mask here. @subtextsays points out the crutches in the bathroom scene with Top here. There's this shit:

Whatever it fucking means (besides the fact that it gives me the hibbie jibbies). Someone is also obviously taking care of the Janta cult because there's fresh food in the offerings.

@raelle-writing also points out here that New is also seeing stuff even though our favourite insane motherfucker has got (and has been using!) the antidote.

And, as of episode 10, as @babyangelsky pointed out in this post. When PheeJin are lost in the damn woods, the cuts on the wood Phee supposedly make keep changing.

Which makes both of us question if they're all the same cut or even all done by Phee.

So, I think this is enough to speculate Phee could very much just be misinterpreting the whole thing and attributing guilt to New when, in fact, someone else has been causing the deaths.

Now you may question who and that's all very fair. You should even. But that is not what this post is about and, frankly, thank god, because this is already a monstrous creation.

So let's pick this cut these cuts in the wood and use it as a segway to the last part of this, shall we?

PHEE IS AS BENEVOLENT AS A GREEK GOD

So Phee's mad. Super mad. He's passing around and cursing.

Jin, the only person he probably genuinely thought didn't do anything, is the one who recorded and posted the video.

And then Phee finds an axe. And, suddenly, Phee changes. Why?

Well, we have to look at it with what urges Phee to talk in the first place (besides his feelings and his wants): Phee is losing hope. He states it himself that he doesn't think they're going to be able to get out of the temple. So, he talks. Sure, he doesn't say everything but it's the closest to being honest with Jin we've ever seen him be.

And then their whole reality changes. Because Phee found an axe. And it all comes down on him: they are going to get out of there. And what now?

As @yellingaboutkp states in this post Phee is not only hard to read for us or confusing to the other characters (Jin mainly). He's also hard to read and confusing to himself: "...is Phee still playing Jin? It seems like he's trying to, but the more time he spends with Jin, the harder it's getting to stick to the plan."

Thus, what we see at the end of their time in the temple and alone in the woods is a mix of things, I believe.

Phee needs to feel like he's in control again. And with the original plan being ruined and Jin knowing too much (and there's no way he's not gonna speak, in fact, it's the very first thing he does when they arrive at he house) he's simply not. So when he tells Jin everything is gonna be alright, he's also trying to tell that to himself. He's trying to reassure himself that they're gonna get out of that huge mess. And, perhaps, in saving Jin also finding some redemption because, according to his own narration of the events, he let New go to far (as Jin points out).

Phee also knows more now. And maybe, if he was able to get Jin to speak once, without even having to force anything out of him. who knows if he cannot do it a second time in front of the cameras they've set inside the house? So he's trying to follow the script and manipulate him into trusting him, like he always has been trying to do. Except this time he's more bitter about it. And this, alongside with reason 1, is why these two scenes feel so different:

And lastly: Phee knows the catastrophic effects his words and actions had on Non when they broke up. He knows the consequences of his rage. It's the entire reason why he's there. Because he failed at being a good boyfriend the 1st time. Does he really want that to happen again? Does he want to fail Jin too? There's a reason (besides the story itself and his need to justify himself to Jin) why we see that flashback of his break-up with Non in this episode. And I believe this is it. (so yeah, I understand it might be frustrating to see Phee be more benevolent to Jin who fucked up big time than Non who didn't do anything, it is EXACTLY because he wasn't benevolent to Non that Jin is getting princess treatment)

So, in conclusion: Phee is fucking confused. And it carries on being that way for the rest of the episode. Phee calls New out but he doesn't seem to care too much about Por being dead on the couch. He helps Phee on the ground, but he doesn't say a thing about Fluke pointing a gun at Tee. Sure, he does ask for the gun at a certain point but isn't that just more of Phee's desperate need to get control back?

And we see this all come down to the preview of the next episode and what it's probably going to mean:

Phee finally has got things under his control again. But this means, surprise, surprise, that Phee's gotta make a choice: to shoot (and stand on New's side) or not to shoot (and stand on the gang's side). Which, of course, metaphorically is a choice, in good romance and BL fashion, between 2 lovers: Non and Jin. But also, in good storytelling, as, once again, @raelle-writing (can't help myself, Rae's posts are FIRE 🔥🔥 sksksksksks) explores better in this post: a choice between the past and the present; continuing to drown in grief and a wish for revenge or choosing to move on and heal.

And, as I (YES, if I'm gonna tag a bunch of people and their works, YOU BET, I'm gonna link my own stuff) explore in this post about White's identity and role in the story (and other people in the fandom have commented), I'm inclined to believe he's gonna pick the gang, Jin, the present, healing. Because this is a story about the damage caused by cycles of violence and grief. And a story about how, the only way to stop them, is to choose not to participate in them by letting go.

CONCLUSION

Thank you for your time and attention. Feel free to comment and discuss this with me. And I'll see you either on my next long-ass monologue or next Saturday as we watch episode 11!

All the love 💜💜💜

PS: Shout-out to the group chat, including, but not limited to: @ayansbff, @cyberstalking and @squishysquadstuff who have listened to me ranting about this post since Saturday and told me to eat when I was too focused on writing it. Your patience was fundamental in carrying me through this monstrous project (it took me 10 hours to write this all) 💜💜💜.

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[sovasleepy]

“you will be fine.”

[ cypher x gn!reader ] a mission goes wrong, a mission that you’re caught up in. cypher can’t loose you too.

tw: reader is injured. descriptions of blood and brief mention of guns.

notes: this will probably be part of a larger series.. i’m a sucker for this trope idk. anyway, my (arabic) bsf says that ‘hobi’ is a term of endearment + google backed that up but please lmk if i messed up. thanks for reading!

his dark eyes had turned to you whenever the “good work, now lets head home” had come through the radio.

a familiar sense of relief had washed over him, one that he was usually skeptical to accept but one that was welcomed nonetheless. he wished he would have been a little more skeptical this time.

he watched as you smiled at him, then watched as your smile quickly fell. your eyes locked onto something on the ground behind him. you opened your mouth to speak, but you were interrupted by the sound of a singular gunshot.

the next few seconds happened very quickly. in one quick motion, cypher had turned and returned fire. the opposing agent dropped instantly.

and then, as cypher realized exactly where the other bullet had to have gone, time slowed down.

the air felt heavy.

not that it actually was, just that it felt as though the room was small. too small, and in such a way that it felt as though the room was closing in on him and his lungs were being filled.

cypher shouted. didn’t know if the others could hear him. he couldn’t even hear himself, although he felt like he was yelling. or maybe that was normal, what with the ringing noise and blood running in his ears and being already half-deaf from the gun that had just been fired so close to him.

he took in the scene before him in pieces at first. your gun laying on the ground, magazine still unloaded. the almost perfectly circular hole in your clothing. the crimson liquid pooling out of the wound in your left shoulder. your armor laying half-askew on your body. your glassy eyes staring up and involuntary tears slipping out of your eyes.

and then, he let the pieces form a full picture.

he was at your side before the image even registered in his mind. a gloved thumb wiped the tears that slipped from your eyes, the other attempting to apply pressure to the wound.

“you’re fine,” his throat was closing up, despite his best attempts at trying to soothe you. “you’re going to be just fine, hobi. just stay with me, okay? everything is going to be just fine.”

chamber’s hands grabbed at him first. and then it was brimstone. he felt their touches, but they felt more like a distant memory than anything significant. later, he would be told how much he tried to struggle out of their grasps just to be near you.

“they need room to work,” brimstone spoke in reference to sage and the medics who had just landed with the helicopter. cypher didn’t hear him.

at some point, he stopped fighting. he lay limp in the other’s arms. he doesn’t really remember walking to the helicopter or getting in it. he barely remembers the flight back, save for the way he was staring at you the entire time. the bright red of blood had covered his gloves, beading along the surface of the black waterproof fabric. it was dried and mostly rubbed off in some way now, but he took them off to wipe the dirt from your face.

“they will be fine.” sage said, confidence in her voice but a quiver accompanying it nonetheless.

“you will be fine.” he repeated sage’s words to your sleeping figure softly, almost so quietly that no one could hear it.

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[togrowoldinv]

All I’ve Ever Known

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

All Natasha has ever known is how to hold her own, but now she wants to hold you too.

Note: Blame this on me seeing Hadestown last night lol. It’s based on a song from that musical. This is very soft Natasha. I do hope you enjoy it!

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It’s a brutally cold morning in the middle of nowhere. You are on a mission and Natasha Romanoff is sitting across from you in the small tent that you share.

It’s been two days of camping out in an attempt to let the dust settle from the raiding of a cartel that the two of you completed. It wasn’t an easy task.

Natasha is the bravest person you’ve ever met. You haven’t known her for more than two months, but you know a few things about her.

She’s intelligent, creative, motivated, and fiercely loyal. You understand now why she was such a great assassin. But her brilliance extends beyond her character traits.

Natasha is beautiful. You couldn’t help but notice how her smile rivals the brightest stars, and how the red of hair is so defined that it can only be uniquely hers.

As you look her over now, you notice the redness of her nose and cheeks. Not quite as bright as her hair but certainly not her normal skin tone.

“Are you cold?” You ask her. Your voice seems to bring her out of deep thought.

“I’m okay,” Natasha says. She looks up to see a concerned look on your face.

You stand up and cross the short length of the tent. Now sitting next to her, you open your arms for her to fall into.

Natasha hesitates. You notice.

“I promise it’s okay,” you assure her. You can’t help but feel some of your own doubt about the situation. You can’t help but wonder if she doesn’t want to be held by you.

After all, who are you to hold such a woman in your arms?

Your worries are interrupted by Natasha accepting your embrace. And something shifts.

Natasha has been alone so long she didn’t even know she was lonely. Since she was a child in the Red Room, she was alone. In Ohio, even with her pretend family, she was still alone. As a teenager when she defected to Shield, she was again alone.

But here with you, she didn’t feel so alone anymore.

She hadn’t realized just how cold she was. Not until she felt the warmth of your skin radiating between the two of you.

Natasha felt like the whole world was suddenly bright and warm. Being in your arms is like the warmest day of spring. And she’s terrified that when you let go that she’ll have to face the dark and cold again.

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” Natasha finds herself asking. It’s almost an involuntary confession. It shocks her.

“Of course. I’ll hold you forever, Natasha,” you reply. You’re shocked at your own openness. But the feeling of her in your arms makes you feel like you can face anything.

You feel like you’ve always known her. She feels like she’s always known you.

And as you hold onto each other in the bitter cold, your world seems warm and full of light.

Your world is the girl in your arms. And her world is the arms she rests in. It’s love. It’s simply the most pure form of love.

All Natasha has ever known is how to hold her own, but now she wants to hold you too.

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[mermaid-trash]

hey!! could i get itto and a few other characters x traveler reader headcannons?? :D

like reader often does missions similar to the traveler, and maybe comes back hurt on one of them? :]

Hii!! Ofc, thank you for the request ^—^ these were so much fun to write (oh also reader is a resistance soldier in Gorou’s, not a traveller, I hope that’s okay!)

Characters: Itto, Kaeya, Gorou, Diluc (blatant favouritism towards Diluc in this one eeek)

Warnings: slightly gory descriptions of injury/blood, maybe a lil angsty but mostly hurt/comfort yaknow, gn!reader

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Inazuma felt different when you weren’t around; Itto had been waiting for weeks for you to return from a mission overseas, and with every day that passed his frustration and desparation only grew, so the moment he heard that you had returned at last, he almost tripped over himself in his rush to see you. It was only when he noticed the grim look on Kuki’s face that he halted, confused. Gently, she informed him that you weren’t in the best condition right now, and suddenly the eager feeling in his stomach was replaced with a cloying knot of fear. Without another word, Itto took off at a sprint and didn’t stop or slow until he was by your bedside, engulfing you in a bearhug faster than the healer could stop him and rambling nonsensically about how happy he was to have you home. His heart pounded where your temple was pressed against his solid chest, and his oni blood tingled with relief now that he knew you were safe, albeit more scraped up than he would like, and back in Inazuma where he can protect you. He vowed, his voice shaking a little pitifully, that no matter how long your recovery may take, he would be by your side, and Itto always kept his promises to you. Every day, he brought foods and drinks helpfully sourced by Thoma, and spent hours sitting with you, either fussing over your bandages with worry pinching his brow or desperately goofing around just to see you laughing instead of in pain.

Evening was just beginning to settle over Mondstadt and the Cavalry Captain was on his way to Angels’s Share to warm a barstool for the remainder of the night when Noelle came running through the cobbled streets towards him, eyes panicked and gasping for breath. In a single rush of breath, she informed him that you had been found, unconcsious and bleeding profusely, outside of the city, and that a few knights had already taken you to Barbara. Familiar frigid cold engulfed Kaeya’s body, and all thoughts of bothering Diluc were wiped from his mind as all he could think of was you, whether you would be okay, whether he would get to hear your sweet voice again. With a short word of thanks to Noelle, he turned on his heel and climbed the stairs to the Cathedral quickly, as though to outrun the dread that nipped at his heels with every step. When he finally laid eyes on you, bruised and bandaged but awake and smiling weakly at Barbara, an involuntary sigh of relief escaped him. For a moment he stayed where he was and simply watched you, feeling the fear loosen its fierce grip on his heart gradually with every second that passed. Of course, he would have to tease you about your inability to dodge attacks aimed at you, but that could wait a few days at least. For now, he would be at your every beck and call, spoiling and pampering you as he felt you deserved until you recovered from your injuries- and then maybe a little while longer too, until Kaeya stops beating himself up for not being able to prevent your injuries.

As a soldier in the Watatsumi Army, you were bound to get injured sometimes; Gorou just hated that he had watched it happen, seen the sword slash the air as though in slow motion before it caught you in the ribs, leaving a deep gash in its wake. A scream tore from his throat at the same time as you let out a yell of pain, and suddenly his legs were carrying him across the battlefield to you, arms wrapping around you to prevent you from hitting the ground. As the battle raged on around him, he carried your weak body to the healer, muttering words of apology as you complained of the pain when his trembling hand pressed to your wound, applying pressure in the hopes of slowing the bloodflow. Even as the healer worked, the general clasped one of your hands in both of his and waited resolutely, only his pinned-back ears hinting at the fear that had seized his heart the moment he saw you in danger. Once you’re stable, Gorou does his best to put on a stern expression and chastise you for being reckless, but his voice shook too much and his hands clasped yours too tightly; you felt the anxiety and fear radiating from him, and squeezed his hand back in a subtle display of comfort. For weeks, Gorou insisted that you rest and avoid battle until you were fully recovered, much to your irritation; he knew that he was being ridiculous and overprotective, trying to prevent you from fighting for the resistance, but the general simply couldn’t handle seeing you get injured, and he would do anything he could to prevent it from happening again.

Diluc was plenty familiar with how the deep redness of blood marred his hands, staining the skin no matter how hard he scrubbed it away, and the sight of your blood was no different. Despite having scrubbed his hands until the skin was raw and pink, the ghost of your blood still glistened sickeningly in the shadowy, candlelit hallway that Diluc paced as he waited for the doctor to finish tending to you. The sun was beginning to rise over the Winery, and the Darknight Hero had not yet slept; just a few short hours ago he had found you among the remains of a hilichurl camp, barely conscious and with hot, dark blood soaking through your clothes. The events that followed had gone by in a whirlwind of panic; strong, gloved hands pressed against your wounds and familiar lips whispered pleas for you to stay with him, stay conscious, stay alive. But now, there was nothing left for the man to do but wait until he could see you; so, he paced. Back and forth, back and forth, right outside the only door that obstructed you from his view. Every so often he stopped, fists clenched tight, and fixed the wooden obstacle with a fierce glare, as though hoping it would simply shrivel up and move out of his way; when it finally swung open, Diluc steeled himself for bad news, but was elated to instead hear that you were stable. Letting out a deep breath, he sent the doctor away and stepped, slightly hesitantly, into the bedroom- the bedroom that you would not be leaving for at least two weeks, upon the doctor’s orders. It was, however, upon Diluc’s orders that you were treated like royalty for those two weeks, supplied with all of your favourite meals and all kinds of small gifts that Diluc insisted on buying for you, while a maid waited by your door at all times in case you needed anything. It was the least Diluc felt he could do, after he had failed to keep you safe from harm- a failure he would ensure never happened again.

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Protector | part 2

Summary: Be the person you needed as a kid.

Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x female!reader, big sister!Natasha Romanoff x teen!female

Warnings: violence, angst, death of a character

Word count: 7746

a/n: The timeline here is obviously different compared to the real MCU, this fic starts after Black Widow and there’s more time between Black Widow and Infinity War. Ideas come from these two asks. I do realize this is similar to Two sides but that’s okay :) read the first part before this!

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Natasha will take great care of you.” Yelena reassures as she drives towards the compound. She wasn’t the happiest to leave Y/N behind, but this mission was something she didn’t want her to be part of.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Yelena! I’m 15 and I know very well how to take care of myself.” Y/N looks out the window, pouting she has to be away from Yelena for such a long time. “I’ve done it for my whole life.”

“See, that’s not something we’re going to normalize. Family takes care of each other.”

The word family still makes Y/N feel weird. She isn’t sure how she’s supposed to feel hearing it. She does have some sort of family now, so she should be happy, but at the same time it makes her feel bad. Caring about people always ends badly. No matter what. You can’t win.

Y/N sighs, she knows Yelena won’t change her mind. “Will there be other people.”

“I think so.” Yelena mumbles. That’s also something she wasn’t very excited about. Leaving Y/N with Natasha is okay, but with other unknown people as well is a whole new story. Yelena doesn’t know the Avengers and she doesn’t know how Y/N will be with them. “Nat lives at the compound and I think they fixed things, so no one is a fugitive anymore.”

Y/N hums. “I get to be part of the next mission, yes?”

“Yes, I will keep my promise don’t worry.” She glances at Y/N with a grin. “It’ll be the best mission ever.”

Y/N giggles quietly. “You know every mission we do turns to shit.”

“Hey, language.” Yelena glares at her, while Y/N rolls her eyes. Sometimes Yelena takes the motherly big sister role a bit too seriously. “The next one will be good, I can feel it.”

“I will bet you ten dollars something goes wrong.”

“Deal.” Yelena and Y/N shake their hands at a red light, both having a smile on their face.

“You’ll keep her safe?” Yelena has been standing on the compound’s front door for fifteen minutes already, going over everything Natasha should know about Y/N and making sure she’ll be good.

“I will, Yelena.” Natasha smiles lightly, starting to get annoyed by her sister. She’s holding Y/N’s bag on one hand while the other lays on the younger one’s shoulder. “Nothing bad will happen to her.”

“Good, because if something bad does happen, I will kill you.”

“I know.” Natasha chuckles.

Yelena grumbles at Natasha not taking her threat seriously, so she just turns to Y/N and gives her a tight hug. “I won’t be gone for too long and you can contact me whenever you want to, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N mumbles to Yelena’s shoulder. She is pressing her head against her, not wanting the involuntary tears to fall. “Be safe.”

“I will.” Yelena kisses her head and backs away from the hug. “Have fun with Natasha!” She starts walking away to her car, waving at the two until the door closes.

Y/N lets out a shaky breath as Natasha starts leading her towards a guest bedroom that’s next to Natasha’s own. “You’ll be sleeping here, is that okay?” Natasha sets Y/N’s bag to the bed.

“Yes, thank you.” Natasha keeps standing around the room quietly while Y/N carefully sits down to the bed. “You don’t have to hover. I know I’m not your sister like Yelena is. Besides, Lena hovers over me more than a family of five combined.” She scoffs with a small smile. She doesn’t hate Yelena’s hovering. It actually makes her feel cared for and safe, but sometimes she takes it too far. Like right now, Y/N would’ve been perfectly capable to go on the mission.

“I’m not doing this just because Yelena asked me to, I genuinely like you and think of you as part of the family.” Natasha sits down next to Y/N. She has a small smile on her face.

“Oh.”

Natasha hums, looking at Y/N’s hands that keep moving. “There won’t be a lot of people around. Wanda is away with Vision, she really wanted to meet you though. And the rest of them are kind of all around.”

“That’s okay. I prefer being around fewer people anyway.”

“So do I.” Natasha stands up, swiping invisible dust off of her hands. “You should rest. You can meet the people who still are here tomorrow. That sound good?”

“Yeah. Thank you, Natasha.”

“Of course.” Natasha gives her a smile before leaving Y/N alone in the room.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N looks around the room. The unfamiliarity of it makes her panic momentarily, but she regains her sense of surrounding quickly. The Avengers Compound. She is supposed to be here. She is safe.

Y/N moves the covers aside to stand up. She crosses her arms around her waist, holding herself tightly. She stands in front of the bedroom door, too nervous to actually leave.

At least fifteen minutes pass by. Y/N keeps staring at the door. She isn’t sure which rooms she’s allowed to go, or where the different rooms even are.

Biting her lip, Y/N takes hold of the handle and opens the door. She steps outside. The corridor is almost fully white and full of doors, probably to other bedrooms. She picks a direction and starts walking, her eyes going through everything, especially corners. Old habits die hard.

After a few turns, she starts to hear talking, so she walks towards it. Glancing around a corner, she sees Natasha and an unknown man talking together. With a deep breath, she makes herself known to the pair by walking in.

Natasha turns her way first. “Good morning.”

“Hi.”

The man turns to look at her as well. “Y/N, this is Steve Rogers, the Captain America. Steve, this is Y/N, she was in the Red Room.” She doesn’t mention Yelena or being sisters, Y/N isn’t even sure if Steve knows about it all.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” Steve walks over to her and puts his hand out.

Y/N stares at him. He’s big and looks strong, but Y/N thinks she could take him down if necessary. “Yeah, you too.” She mumbles, shaking his hand for a very short amount.

“I made breakfast.” Natasha shows a plate of waffles.

“She didn’t actually make them, they’re from the freezer.” Steve fake whispers so Natasha could clearly hear him.

She rolls her eyes, setting two plates down to the table. “Don’t you have a run to go to?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve holds up his hands in mock surrender, a smile on his face. “I’m going. Have fun you two.” He walks away.

Natasha gestures towards a chair opposite of her. Y/N walks over to it, sitting down. She stares at the plate full of waffles. There are so much it could feed her and Yelena.

“I wasn’t sure how hungry you are. No need to eat it all.” Natasha smiles quiet sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. “There’s berries and syrup, take whatever you want. Do you want orange juice? Or apple? We also have water, of course.”

Y/N looks at Natasha. She seems nervous, which is different. She didn’t think someone like Natasha Romanoff could get nervous. “Orange.”

“Got it.” Opening the fridge, Natasha pours orange juice to Y/N’s and her own glass, leaving the jug to the table afterwards. She sits down to her own chair. “I hope you like waffles. I didn’t think to ask yesterday what you’d like for breakfast.”

“I like them.”

“Good.”

They start eating in silence. Y/N takes small pieces at a time, keeping her eyes on the food, while Natasha keeps glancing at her direction. She analyses her face every time, looking for any sign of uncomfortableness or dislike, but she doesn’t see any. Although, Natasha isn’t surprised, Widows are good at keeping their emotions in check.

“You and Yelena have been freeing the other Widows?”

“Yes.”

“It’s going well?”

“Mhm.” Y/N nods, chewing on her food.

Natasha taps the fork with her finger. She isn’t sure how to keep the conversation going with the teenager, or how to overall get more than one word answers.

“What will you do after all the Widows have been freed?”

Y/N shrugs, moving pieces of the waffle around with her fork. “I don’t know. I don’t really know what I’m good at besides killing.”

“That’s what I thought too, but I figured it out. So will you.” Natasha offers her a gentle smile.

“Don’t you still do it?”

“Huh?”

“Killing. Don’t you still kill people? You’re just on the other side now.” Y/N stares at Natasha who struggles to provide an answer. “You would’ve been killed if you weren’t recruited to Shield, yes? So I either have to become an Avenger or a mercenary. And I’m not becoming an Avenger, so I’ll be a paid killer until someone kills me.”

“Well- no.” Natasha looks at Y/N, who has very monotone look on her face. She doesn’t understand how Yelena makes it look so easy. She interacts with Y/N with ease and makes her feel better with just few words.

“It’s okay. I’m just trying to be realistic.”

“Right.” Natasha pushes the empty plate to the side. “Listen, I’m not good at this.” She gestures between the two of them. “Teenagers aren’t my forte, and you aren’t even a normal teenager. Yelena somehow makes it look so easy.” She chuckles. “But I really do want to get close to you, okay?”

Y/N nods, she looks down to hide a small smile. “It’s not easy.”

“Hm?”

“With Yelena.” Y/N turns to look at Natasha. “It’s not easy with her. We fight a lot and disagree on many things. We’re somehow exactly the same and complete opposites, so everything is just a…shit show.”

“Language.” Natasha mumbles with a smirk. Y/N scoffs, smiling at herself. “Yelena can be headstrong and idiotic at times, but she is great.”

“She is.” Y/N frowns. “I don’t think I could do anything without her. She’s the reason I’m sane.”

Standing up, Natasha walks over to Y/N’s side and hugs her. “I know she couldn’t be without you either. And you’ll see her soon. Until then,” Natasha pushes her to arms length, holding onto her shoulders, “we’ll have fun, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N giggles

“I told you I’d take you to the next mission.” Yelena whispers as she, Y/N and Sonya, a third Widow sneak around the huge house. Y/N only shushes her, making Yelena shush her back in annoyance.

They all freeze when the target, Ana, another Widow, steps in front of them. Yelena and her start fighting, while Y/N fishes out a vial of the antidote. “Yelena!” She shouts, throwing the vial towards her.

Yelena grabs it and releases it in front of the woman’s face. “The next bit is going to be really scary, but we are here to help you.”

The woman scrambles up from under Yelena. She stares at the big red spot on her carpet. “Look what you did to my rug. 20 000 dollars down the drain, thanks.” Y/N frowns, she sure didn’t think that’d be the first thing on her mind after being freed from mind control.

“Excuse me?” Yelena looks just as confused.

“I don’t think she was brainwashed.” Sonya chimes in.

“What, you thought I was some rich pervert’s prisoner?” She stares at all three of them.

“Well, yeah, kind of.”

“Wait, this is your house? How can you afford all of this?”

“By doing the thing we’re all best at. Killing for money.”

Y/N sighs at the sentence. No matter how hard she tries to get away from it, everything just keeps reminding her of the purpose she was made to do. Kill people.

The four of them go to sit in the living room and talk in a more civilized manner. Y/N keeps mostly to herself while the three adults talk about the freed Widows.

“Yelena, how is your other sister doing?”

“She’s doing okay.” Yelena smiles lightly.

“Good.”

“Yeah, she’s good.”

“And then, you and Natasha will be reunited and go live your Sex and the City fantasy in New York.” Sonya giggles, missing the solemn look on Y/N’s face. She and Yelena always did want to go to New York, but it doesn’t look like she’s involved in the plan.

Yelena hums. “Excuse me.” She stands up and walks away from the trio.

Y/N sighs, sinking to the chair. She looks around the apartment. It would be very luxurious to live in a place like this, but she doesn’t want to kill people anymore. There has to be something else she’s good at.

Ana turns on the television to pass time. The sound of it is all smushed to Y/N as she thinks about her future. “I’m gonna go see what’s taking Yelena so long.” She mumbles, standing up and walking towards the bathroom Yelena went into. She knocks on the door and waits. Nothing. “Yelena?” Knocking again, louder than before, she starts to feel worry bubble in her stomach. “I’m coming in.”

Y/N opens the door, but the room is empty. With a frown, she starts looking inside the rooms close by. They’re all empty. Starting to get panicky, Y/N goes back to the living room.

“I can’t find Yelena.”

“Y/N.” Sonya has a horrified look on her face as she turns to look at her, but Y/N pays no mind.

“Are there any other rooms she could’ve went into in this giant house of yours?” Ana’s face is glued to the television. “Hello?”

“Y/N.” Sonya grabs her arm.

“What?”

Sonya turns her towards the television. “Listen.”

The News channel is on. It’s showing chaos all over the city. Cars crashing into each other, a helicopter falling down, people disappearing. “It seems like people are randomly turning into dust and disappearing. No one knows why this is happening or where the people are going. We’ll conti-“

The news anchor continues to talk, but Y/N doesn’t hear it anymore. People are disappearing. “No.” She mumbles, shaking her head. “She didn’t turn into dust, she’s here somewhere.”

“Y/N…” Sonya sets her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, but she brushes it away instantly.

“No!” Her breathing picks up as she continues to shake her head. “No. This is some cruel joke. This isn’t real. Yelena!” She shouts, starting to walk towards a hallway, but Sonya stops here.

“She isn’t here.”

“No!” She tries to pull away, but Sonya wraps her arms around Y/N. “Let go of me!” She starts wriggling around, but the older Widow doesn’t let go.

“Let it out. Let it out.”

“Stop it! She can’t be gone.” Y/N sobs, slowly losing her fight. “She can’t be gone.” She drops to her knees, crying, while Sonya continues holding her.

The phones have been ringing for a half an hour already, but Y/N has no energy to pick it up. She just stares at Yelena’s bed. It’s empty. It shouldn’t be empty. Her eyes have already dried, she doesn’t think she could physically cry anymore.

Yelena’s phone rings. She didn’t have it with her on the mission. She doesn’t dare to pick it up. Yelena always said: ”Keep your hands off of it! You have your own phone.”. The phone stops ringing.

After a minute, Y/N’s own phone starts ringing. Finally she answers it. “What?” Her voice cracks from all the crying and screaming she did earlier. She doesn’t even remember how she got to the house, all she knows she was sobbing her heart out.

“Why the hell haven’t you and Yelena been answering your phones?” Natasha’s loud and angry voice comes through the speaker. Y/N knows she’s only worried. “You can’t do that! I was so fucking scared.” She hears Natasha take a deep breath. “Are you two okay? Can I talk to Yelena?”

“Yelena isn’t here.”

There’s a long silence on the other side of the phone. It almost sounds like Natasha hung up, but the occasional shaky breath lets Y/N knows she’s still there. “Where is she?”

“She’s not here.” Y/N repeats.

“You already said that.” Her voice gets louder again. “Where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Y/N!”

Y/N’s hold of the phone tightens momentarily. “I don’t know. I guess she’s with the other half of the world.”

“No… No, no, she can’t.” Natasha mumbles. She sounds worried. There’s a pause. Y/N can hear her pacing. “Where are you?”

“At our house.”

“Okay.” Natasha clears her throat. “Okay, you should come to the compound. Yelena wouldn’t want you to live alone. We’ll fix this, I promise.”

“Okay.”

For a moment, Y/N actually believes her.

The first year of the blip, Y/N stays in the Avengers compound. She finally meets the rest of the team, or the ones that are left. She doesn’t like them. Why do they get to be here but Yelena doesn’t. It’s not fair. Yelena should be here. She’s glad most of them have already left. Y/N doesn’t think she could have spent longer with them. They’re pathetic.

For the first few months she didn’t speak any more than she had to. She stayed in the guest room assigned to her and ignored everyone. When someone talked to her, she’d mostly nod and hum. Although, sometimes she couldn’t even do that. She’d just stare into the abyss.

Then she started to get angry. When Natasha tried to talk to her, Y/N would shut her off completely. Yelling, slamming doors, throwing things, anything to shut her up. It didn’t work, at first, Natasha would keep coming back. She made a promise to Yelena after all, she’d keep Y/N safe. But after a while, she stopped trying as much.

Y/N started to resent everyone and everything. She hated the feeling of uselessness. The survivors. The ones who started to forget and move on. The Avengers. Natasha. Yelena.

There’s a knock on her door. Y/N puts down her phone. She’s been on it a lot these days. She goes to open the door. “What?”

Natasha holds a plate of food on her hand. “You haven’t come out of your room for days. You have to eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” Y/N starts closing the door, but Natasha stick her foot in between.

“I don’t care. You’ll eat.” Natasha welcomes herself in the room. It’s tidy. It’s always been tidy. Y/N is still accustomed to order and organization. It’s also empty. Y/N never wanted to get anything extra to her room. Because this isn’t her home. Her home is where Yelena is. “It’s just scraps from yesterday. I can’t cook, you know that, and Steve isn’t here today.”

“Right.”

Natasha gives the plate to Y/N, sitting next to her. “How are you?”

“Perfect, obviously.” She holds onto the plate, but doesn’t eat.

“Y/N.” Natasha sighs. She rubs her forehead. “I know this is difficult to you, I understand. But y-“

“No!” Y/N pushes the plate back to Natasha as she stands up. “You don’t know. You don’t understand!” She laughs, her eyes wide. She’s hollow. There’s nothing in her voice or eyes. “You have your second family or whatever you call them. All I had was Yelena. She was my family!”

Natasha sets the plate down to a side table, grabbing Y/N’s hands. “I know. And I promise you that we will get her back.”

“Don’t you dare promise me things you don’t even believe in.” Her words come out like a bite. Sharp. Cold. Rough.

“I do believe we can get everyo-“

Y/N pulls herself away from Natasha. “Oh shut up! We both know you can’t do anything alone. And everyone else has already given up.”

Both of them turn quiet. They stare at each other. Y/N’s chest is rising up and down as she breathes heavily.

“I want to leave.”

“You know where the door is.” Natasha mumbles.

Y/N clenches her jaw. It hurt. She knows she’ll regret leaving, so does Natasha letting her leave, but both of their judgments are clouded by emotions.

Y/N packs the few things she has and strides out the door, bumping into Natasha on the way. Natasha spends the night in Y/N’s room, crying.

The next four years go by rather quickly. Y/N doesn’t let herself have any free time to think or feel. She just works and then works some more. She was grateful to have a lot of work. People became angry and violent during the blip. They wanted other people dead. And Y/N was there to grant their wish. It also paid well.

Still, Y/N never moved out of her and Yelena’s old apartment. She never even changed anything in it. She wanted to keep Yelena’s side clean and pristine for her return. If she ever does return.

She cleans her knives from the blood that’s coating them. She always has preferred them over guns, even though the gun collection she has is big. The only sound in the house is coming from the television. The News channel is on.

Y/N throws a clean knife to her bag and picks up the next one. She stares at it. It’s Yelena’s. It has blood on it. It doesn’t feel right. Taking a wet cloth, she starts scrubbing it furiously, gritting her teeth together while doing it.

“Shit!” She drops the knife. Her palm is bleeding. “Motherfucker.” Mumbling, she goes to pick up the first aid kit.

While she bandages her hand, her attention turns to the television. The news anchor is speaking quite frantically.

Y/N ups the volume. ”We’ve just gotten new information from the fight against Thanos. Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff are confirmed dead.” Her whole body freezes. “But their sacrifice has brought back the half we lost during blip. Thank you for your heroism Ave-*

Y/N screams, throwing a knife straight to the television screen. Her breathing picks up quickly. She has to kneel down so she wouldn’t fall down. One of her hands is on the door while the other is pressing against her chest.

Natasha is dead. They’re back. Natasha is dead. They’re back.

The words circle through her brain. She starts feeling sick. Natasha tried calling her few times. Y/N didn’t answer. Then she texted how they’ll save Yelena. Y/N didn’t answer that one either. She didn’t believe her.

Running to the bathroom, Y/N kneels in front of the toiler just in time before vomiting. She coughs. It feels impossible to breathe. There isn’t enough air. The walls are closing in.

There’s a harsh knock on the door.

Y/N freezes. The knocking doesn’t stop. She flushes the toilet and washes her mouth with water. It’s all going in slow motion for her. The walk to the front door feels so long. A shaky breath leaves her mouth when her hand touches the handle.

She opens the door.

“No.” Her voice is quiet, but she sounds and looks just the same as five years ago. Y/N on the other hand, she almost looks unrecognizable to her. Of course she’d always recognize her little sister no matter what. But she’s so…adult like. “You didn’t disappear.”

Y/N shakes her head. She isn’t sure if her voice even works.

“You were alone, for five years.”

“I was.” She croaks out.

“You are an adult now.”

“I am.”

Yelena pulls her into a bone crushing hug. Y/N can’t do it back, so she just stands there. After a while Yelena pulls back to properly look at her. Her hand traces through every feature. Y/N’s face is rougher now, there’s a ragged scar near her left eye. It hasn’t healed properly. Yelena’s thumb caresses it. All that’s running through her mind is how she wasn’t there to protect her.

“You still owe me that ten dollars.” Y/N whispers.

“What?” Yelena’s gaze turns from the scar to her eyes. She instantly frowns. They look so cold compared to when she was a kid.

“You owe me ten dollars, from the mission. I told you it’d turn to shit.”

“Language.”

“You can’t say that to me anymore.”

“Yes I can.” Yelena laughs. It’s airy and sad. “I’m still your big sister.”

The words make Y/N frown. Yelena doesn’t have a big sister anymore. “Natasha is dead.”

“I know.”

“She saved you.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t believe her.” She whispers. “She promised to bring you back, but I didn’t believe her.”

“It’s okay. She knows you didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

Y/N scoffs, walking further in the house. Yelena follows her after closing the front door. Her brows scrunch when she notices the broken television, knives and bloodied papers near the aid kit. Only now she realizes Y/N’s hand is bandaged.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“This is not nothing.”

“Just leave it, Yelena.” She snaps. Y/N groans, rubbing her head. She doesn’t want to get angry at Yelena, especially not right now. She just got back. “Nothing happened.” She rips the knife out of her television. It definitely won’t work anymore.

Yelena sighs, deciding to change the subject. “What have you done during the five years?”

“I was at the Avengers compound for the first year, then I left.”

“And then?”

“You don’t want to know.” Yelena raises a brow. Y/N groans, rolling her eyes. “I…killed people, for money.”

Yelena purses her lips together. She’s mad, obviously. She didn’t want Y/N to live this kind of life, but at the same time, she would’ve done the same. “Okay. Who do you work for?”

“Different people. Whoever needs me.”

Humming, Yelena looks around the apartment. It looks exactly the same. It’s comforting to see that at least something is the same. “Does your current boss need another employee?”

Y/N slams the car door closed, watching as Fanny runs right past her. She walks behind Yelena. The whole car ride there was quiet, Y/N didn’t know what to say, if she even should say anything. She doubts there’s anything that’d help the grief Yelena is feeling. And she’s mourning too, though at times she wonders if she’s allowed to. Anytime those feelings come, though, Yelena seems to be there to remind it’s okay for her to be sad.

Yelena cleans up the grave, while Y/N kneels in front of it. She isn’t sure if her legs would hold her.

Natasha Romanoff

Daughter Sister Avenger

Yelena presses her head against the side of the grave. Whistling to it and then pausing, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would answer.

She stands and helps Y/N up as well. They stare at the gravestone in silence, until the sound of blowing a nose disturbs them. Turning to look at the person, they see Valentina.

“Wow, sorry.” She sniffles. “I’m allergic to the Midwest. What this woman did, honestly, I can’t even imagine.”

“You’re not supposed to be bothering us on out holiday time, Valentina.” Yelena comments, refusing to look at her.

“Oh, bothering you? Oh, no, no. I’m just here paying my respects.”

Yelena hums, not believing a word that comes out of her mouth. “You know, coming here makes you look desperate.” They laugh, but Yelena turns serious very quickly. “We want a raise.”

“Oh, yeah. You and me both. Believe me, you’re gonna earn it.” Valentina takes out a tablet. “I’ve got your next target. Thought I’d hand-deliver it. Maybe you two would like a shot at the man responsible for your sister’s death.” Yelena takes the tablet, showing it to Y/N as well. “Kind of a cutie, don’t you think?”

Y/N stares at the picture. Clint Barton, an Avenger, the one Natasha was stuck in Budapest with. She turns to look at Yelena, who has mostly a emotionless look on her face, but she can see the fury deep within.

Here they go again.

Y/N stares at her phone while Yelena is changing out of the uncomfortable suit. They’re in New York, staying in a fancy apartment Yelena got for them. She has always been the one who thrives in fashion.

’We have a plan, Y/N. We’ll save Yelena and everyone else. You don’t have to be alone anymore. Just like I promised.’

It’s the last text Natasha sent to her. The one she didn’t answer to. Natasha died thinking she’s still mad at her, when truthfully, she never was. Y/N shouldn’t have left. Maybe Natasha would be still alive if she stayed.

“Aren’t you going to change out of that?” Yelena stares at Y/N.

Glancing down at her own suit, Y/N shrugs. She doesn’t have the energy to move. Her side hurts. She’s pretty sure the other woman sliced her with a knife, but Yelena never noticed, so Y/N will keep quiet about. She’d worry too much.

“Are you hurt?”

“No.” She sighs. “Just tired.”

Yelena hums. “I think I lost my mask in there.” Clint pulled it off in the middle of the fight. It never looked practical to Y/N.

“Do you want to go get it?”

“No, I’ll get a new one.” Yelena keeps staring at Y/N, whose eyes are still glued to her phone. She’s reading the text over and over again, as if magically Natasha would text her again and she could apologize. “I think we should visit Kate Bishop later.”

“Okay.”

“You’ve been very distant recently.”

Y/N puts down her phone to look at Yelena. “I don’t know what you mean.” She presses her hand against the wound to slow down the bleeding, hiding the grimaces of pain.

“You don’t talk, you don’t want to do anything but work.” Yelena walks closer. “I’m worried.”

”There’s no need to worry.” Y/N mumbles. She sighs, combing her hand through her hair. Standing up, she starts organizing the things around their apartment. She wanted to keep everything neat and Yelena is more messy than her. It was also way to escape her thoughts.

“You’ve changed.” Yelena states. Her voice is full of worry, but she tries not to show it too much.

“You don’t get it, Yelena.” Y/N’s voice is desperate as she moves her hands around. “Of course I’m different. It’s been five fucking years!”

“Language, please.”

“Stop acting like you’re still my overprotective older sister. I don’t need that anymore.” She starts pacing around her spot, rubbing her forehead. Her head is starting to get cloudy. She can’t get her thoughts straight.

“You don’t just magically stop needing your big sister!” Yelena frowns. “Which is why I’ll al-“

Y/N throws an empty glass to the wall. “Oh shut up!” Yelena doesn’t flinch from the burst of anger.

“Throwing things isn’t going to solve anything.” Yelena takes a few steps forward. She can see the struggle in Y/N’s eyes. “You talk to me when you feel angry. You tell me what’s going on in your mind. You come to me. Because you still need me.” She grabs Y/N’s hands, tightening her hold when she stats pulling away.

Y/N grunts, getting increasingly frustrated by Yelena, who pulls her even closer and closer. “Stop.” She mumbles.

Yelena wraps her arms fully around Y/N, locking her arms under them. Slowly, Y/N starts breaking down. Her tears fill with tears and they fall down her cheeks. Yelena shushes her as she starts sobbing, whispering sweet nothing into her ear. “We’re going to be okay.” She lifts up her hand when she feels something wet. Blood. “Lets get this cleaned up.”

Kate is sitting right in front of them. Yelena is talking with her while eating mac and cheese. Most of the conversation has gone past Y/N, she doesn’t have any energy to listen.

Her head is still a mess, somehow she can’t clear it as well as before. Maybe it has something to do with Yelena being back, or Natasha dying, Y/N doesn’t know.

Kate’s eyes keep glancing at her. She isn’t sure if it’s because of how quiet she is being or how roughly she fought at the rooftop. Her fighting style has changed, though it still involves knives and combat, but she’s more brutal, more calculating. It has helped her a lot at being a mercenary. She learned to detach her feelings from the job, which just made her better.

“No. Our sister saved the world. Natasha Romanoff, she saved the world.” The sentence brings Y/N back down to Earth.

Sister. She isn’t sure if she even knows what the word means anymore.

“You’re really Natasha’s sisters?”

“Yes.”

“No.” Y/N mumbles, speaking for the first time since they arrived to Kate’s old apartment.

Both Kate and Yelena turn to look at her, the latter having a questioning look on her face. “What?”

“She’s not my sister.” Her voice is quiet and her eyes are stuck on the table. “She’s not.” Standing up, Y/N leaves the apartment alone.

Yelena doesn’t come of call after her, she isn’t done with Kate Bishop yet. She also knows she wouldn’t get anything out of Y/N when she’s being so distant.

Y/N walks through the streets of New York until she’s far away from people. After a few seconds of utter silence, she lets out a loud, bloodcurdling scream. She screams until she doesn’t have any air left. Holding onto her stomach, she takes deep breaths.

She couldn’t call Natasha her sister with good conscience anymore. Not after what she did, or didn’t do. It’s her fault she died. Maybe if she stayed at the compound she could’ve taken her place. She didn’t deserve to die. She had people who needed her, like Yelena.

“She’s dead.” She mumbles, closing her eyes. “She’s dead and I killed her.” Blowing air out of her mouth, she relaxes. It helps her, in some sick sense. She’ll spend a lot of time saying things out loud, to remind her what’s real. It clears her head, because sometimes things get mixed up.

After spending three more hours on the one spot, Y/N finally starts walking again. She’s going slowly, staring at her surroundings. She hasn’t really spent any free time exploring the city like Yelena. Not that she had any free time. When Yelena went to see the tourist spots, Y/N did side jobs. She hasn’t told Yelena about it.

The lights are beautiful during the night. She looks up at the buildings. The mist from her breath comes to her field of vision every time she breathes out.

She stops in the middle of an empty street, taking in the cold. She always hated it after the Red Room, but now she misses it. The slight pain from being out in the cold for too long feels like an embrace.

With one last deep breath of the fresh air, she starts walking towards the apartment her and Yelena are staying at. She doesn’t say anything when she comes in, neither does Yelena. She’s grateful for that. At times Y/N hopes Yelena has given up on her like Natasha did. That she’d let her walk out of the door without stopping her, and her every action brings her closer to it.

Yelena and Y/N split right away as they enter the huge Christmas party. They’re looking for Clint, both of them wanting to get the mission over, especially Y/N. It’s too close to Natasha.

Y/N rolls her eyes when the sniper starts shooting. Of course nothing ever goes their way. She follows Yelena to go after Clint, but they lose him momentarily in the midst of chaos and darkness. However, they find a hallway leading to the elevators Clint is in.

As they wait for one, Kate walks up to them. “So, I know you’re chummy with my mom, but I gotta say, I didn’t think you’d make the cut for the Christmas party.”

“Kate Bishop.” Yelena smiles, making Y/N rolls her eyes. She gets too sidetracked in her opinion. “We’re not here to ruin anything. We’re just going to kill Barton, have some appetizers, and then we’ll go.”

“I hope you enjoy the bruschetta, ‘cause it looks like you already lost him.”

“He’s in the elevator.”

“Yeah, what, out of 65 floors, you think you’re just gonna magically guess which one he’s on?”

One of the elevators dings. “Twelfth floor.”

“Damn it.” Kate mumbles.

“Can you two shut up.” Y/N grumbles, staring at the other elevator’s numbers to will them to go faster.

Yelena shakes her head with a sigh before grinning at Kate. “She’s a bit grumpy.” The elevator opens. “Enjoy the party.” The two assassins get in, Yelena stopping Kate from entering. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work as she slips in right before the door closes.

The three of them stand there in silence. At least for a while. Kate decides to disturb it by trying to push all the elevator buttons, multiple times, which Yelena stops every time. Until the third time when Kate slaps her. Y/N actually snorts at it.

As the elevator door opens at the next floor, Y/N and Yelena run out of it, the latter cursing Kate and throwing her jacket at her. Kate runs right after them.

She catches up to them in the middle of some offices. They fight, though not with their full strength. Y/N isn’t opposed to leaving casualties behind, but right now she just wants to get past her.

Kate blocks the doorway forward. “What are we doin’?” She smiles widely. “I mean, it’s Christmas Eve. Let’s grab a drink, huh?”

Yelena nods. “Okay. Yeah. Sure. After we kill Barton.”

“No. No, that’s not what- Come on. You don’t need to-“

Y/N huffs, getting tired to the stalling. “Get out of my way.” She slams herself against Kate, making her fly out of her position. She holds a foot over her chest. “And stay out of it.” Irritated, she jogs away from Kate, who gets up quickly to continue fighting with Yelena.

They finally get to the window, but right when Yelena is about to use her baton, Kate throws an object straight to her hand. “Ow! That really hurts!” Yelena throws her hands around, grimacing in pain.

“Yeah. Yeah, well so did the kick in the ribs.”

“Oh, yeah. That was a good one. That was good form.” Y/N rolls her eyes at the conversation going on. “But you did the really cool body throw.” Yelena motions the throw with her hands.

“Yeah, thank you. Thank you.” Kate purses her lips. “Stop making me like you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N groans, throwing out the wire and jumping out of the window.

Yelena stares at the now empty window. “She’s not one to make friends.” She shrugs at Kate. “That was really fun. Bye.” Jumping out of the window, she takes out her gun and starts shooting at Clint with Y/N. Unfortunately for them, they miss their shots. On the ground, they run to hiding.

They attack Clint again on the ice, Yelena body throwing him to the ground. Clint lays on the ground as Y/N and Yelena stand near him. “Before I kill you, I need to ask you one question.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Yelena and Y/N.”

“I need to know what happened.”

Clint sits up, taking ragged breaths. “Look, Yelena, if I told you what really happened, you’d never believe me. But what you need to know is your sister sacrificed herself, and she saved the world. I’m sorry.” He glances at Y/N, who is intensely staring him down.

Shaking her head, Yelena frowns. “You’re lying. You’re pathetic. You’re so pathetic.” She kicks him down and starts fighting him.

Clint holds Yelena on her place. “Nobody killed her. She made a choice.”

Y/N’s body freezes as she stares at the fighting going on. She knows Clint is lying. She’s the reason Natasha is dead, whether he knows it or not. It’s her fault.

“You’re not listening to me. She sacrificed herself, understand?” Clint holds Yelena on a chokehold, while Yelena looks like she’s about to cry. “I couldn’t stop her.”

Y/N just stares at the fight. Her eyes are glasses over. It’s like she can’t move. Like she’s in the middle of a nightmare that she can’t wake up from. She supposes it is in a way. Just the other way around. Sleep is her escape, but she can’t sleep forever. She has to live day after day in her forever nightmare.

The fight flashes before her eyes. Suddenly Yelena has Clint overpowered. “You should’ve fought harder.” Yelena takes out her baton, nearing Clint as she starts beating him until he can barely hold himself up.

That’s when Yelena drops the baton and takes out her gun, aiming at him. Clint whistles. It makes goosebumps appear on Y/N’s skin, and Yelena stops moving.

“How do you know that?”

“Your secret whistle with Nat. She talked about you all the time, Yelena. She told me about how you got separated as kids. She was flying that plane.” Y/N knows the story. It’s one of the first memories Yelena told her about Natasha. “I asked her if she was scared. All she could think about is that you were safe. That never changed, Yelena. She loved you. And always wanted you safe. Both of you.” He turns to look at Y/N.

“No.” She mumbles.

Natasha told Clint all about Y/N. How the first year of the blip they were together and how regretful Natasha felt after letting her leave. “She was never mad at you.”

“Stop it.”

“She forgave you right away.” Every word he speaks, the more Y/N hurts. “All she wanted was to have you back with her, so she could keep you safe. Like she had promised Yelena.”

Y/N shakes her head. All the thoughts in her head are getting too much.

“She loved you.”

“No!” The change happens in a split second. She takes out two knives, starting to fight Clint who can barely dodge her. Her moves are rough and all over the place. She isn’t calculating all of her moves like usually, now it’s pure emotion and brute force. “She’s dead!” Her yell echoes through the area. Clint is getting littered with cuts while Yelena stands on her place, too stunned to move. “She’s dead! And it’s…it’s-“

Clint gets holds of Y/N’s hands, holding them tightly so she couldn’t move them. She fights against him, but eventually drops down to her knees.

“It’s my fault.” She whispers. ”I killed her.” Dropping the knives from her hands, she stops fighting. Yelena frowns from the sidelines, she didn’t know Y/N thought like that. ”I never answered her. I could’ve stopped her, I could’ve helped.” She mutters.

“You couldn’t have. She made her decision.”

Y/N glares at him, ripping her arms off of Clint’s grip. She stands up and walks away, pulling away from Yelena’s touch as she walks past her.

She continues walking until her legs physically can’t carry her anymore. There’s a small bridge right in front of her, so she goes to sit down on the railing. No one is going through it, giving Y/N a chance to be alone. Her nails are digging deep into her palms and her teeth are clenched together, causing a constant headache.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Yelena’s voice breaks the quiet atmosphere. “Natasha’s death wasn’t your fault.” She says it again to make sure Y/N hears her.

“I didn’t answer her.”

“What do you mean?”

“She tried to call me and sent me a text before she died, saying she’d bring you back. I didn’t answer. I was angry at her.”

Yelena leans against the railing while staring at Y/N. “It’s still not your fault.” She sets her hand on Y/N’s back. “I should’ve been there for you, raising and protecting you. You shouldn’t have been alone.” Yelena huffs, frustrated at the whole situation. “I should’ve protected you.”

“Well you didn’t, did you?” Y/N turns around, dropping down from the railing to stand in front of Yelena. “You weren’t there to keep me safe or comfort me, and that’s shitty, but you can’t do anything to change it. So, just stop it.”

Yelena purses her lips together. She knows Y/N is right. In a way, they can probably never get back to the way they were. Y/N is an adult now. She was all alone for years and that changed her for the rest of her life.

“I don’t need a protector anymore. I don’t need you anymore.”

Swallowing, Yelena frowns. The words hurt to hear. Because she still needs Y/N. “Family never stops needing each other.”

“This family broke a long time ago.” Y/N whispers. “I know it was only few seconds to you, but to me it was five years. And during those years I grew up, it’s time for me to move on. You should do the same.”

“No. I don’t want to.” Yelena shakes her head, stepping closer to Y/N. “I’m not leaving you alone again.”

“You aren’t leaving me, Yelena. I’m walking away.” Y/N clears her throat so her sound wouldn’t waver so much. “Thanks for giving me a family, even if it was only for a short while.” She nods and turns around.

“No, Y/N.” Yelena’s eyes turn glassy as she stares at Y/N’s back. “I forbid you from walking away from me!”

“You can’t do that anymore.” Y/N shouts out with a sad smile, not stopping, not looking back.

Yelena keeps standing on her place, just watching as Y/N moves further and further away. She doesn’t follow her.

She can’t do that anymore.

#marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu fanfiction #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x yelena belova #the black widow #black widow #platonic yelena belova #yelena belova x sister!reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova #yelena belova x teen!reader #steve rogers #kate bishop #clint barton #angst

[sprout-fics]

So the sad ask would be… when Joel Miller lost his daughter-

If you don’t wanna answer it it’s okay! I was feeling a little mean…

Like say a mission went wrong (doesn’t have to be canon to the fic) and Maus saw that Price was gonna be shot by O’Conor and she shoved him out of the way but takes the bullet instead. Price hears a ringing in his ears before he hears what sounds like muffled sobs and whimpers and his hear shatters when he sees Maus on the ground on her back, blood coming from the wound as she places her hands over it to stop the bleeding while fighting the pain..

Price scrambles to her, barking orders to get an Evac for Maus to save her life. She cries out in pain as he tries picking her up but he just can’t focus right… she tries to say something to him, he tells her to save her breath to get her back to base… he only hears “Captain.. I’m… im s… I’m so- …..” then she goes silent and the light leaves her eyes…….

Im so sorry if it’s evil I just started watching the Last of Us the the first episode destroyed me q-q

I'll do you one better

(Major character death ahead, you've been warned)

"Choose."

O'Conor's voice rings like a graveyard toll in the misty hours of morning. Dreaded. Imminent, a whisper of death that clings to the promise of dawn. The finality of it isn't wasted on Price, who's face falls open in a rare, dreaded expression of fear.

It's your face that looks back at him, hair matted with sweat, blood smeared against the corner of your mouth. Your eyes are bright with tears, hands restrained behind you in a similar fashion. Stripped of your gear, you look so small, absent of the tactical vest and equipment he's so used to seeing you in.

It stabs at him then, the realization just how young you are.

The safety clicks off.

You whimper, the sound entirely involuntary, and as soon as it echoes forth Price sees your lips tighten in a firm line, face scrunching in refusal to bare another noise to your captors. It sends a hollow, broken flare of pride through the captain, that even now, even here at the end of all things, you refuse to buckle and break, staying strong until the last breath.

"Go on, John." O'Conor drawls, and the barrel shifts from him, to his corporal, and then back to Price. "You...or your subordinate."

You don't speak, but Price sees the way your eyes alight with horror, expression falling open in fear. You're shaking, he notices, and that alone has him struggling at his restraints, growling, trying to claw his way to you, to hold you safe.

"Rookie." He speaks, voice thick with the coppery taste of blood. "Rookie look at me."

You do, and as you meet his eyes Price watches tears spill in rivulets down your cheeks, smearing the flaked grime across your skin.

He swallows then, pushes down the horrible stab of pain at the mere sight of you, feeling hurt echo across his chest.

"None of this is your fault." He manages softly, in a voice far too tender for the circumstances. "You're going to be just fine."

O'Conor moves then, as fast as a whip, lifting the gun and firing a round into the opposite wall. It's enough to make you scream, body hunching forwards, shaking as a sob comes loose.

"Answer me, Price!" O'Conor yells as the gun moves back to your form. He takes a step forward then, presses the still warm barrel into your hair.

"Me!" John yells then, voice cracking, struggling at his restraints, shoulders screaming in protest. "For fuck's sake, it's me! Shoot me, leave her- Declan, I-"

He falls silent as Declan turns then, pointing the gun at Price.

John settles, breathes deep. There's a cry from you, a wordless, cracked sound that screams against his decision, tries once more to reach him. Your words are indiscernible between sobs, tears falling freely as John hangs his head forward, refuses to look at you in these final moments. Instead he focuses on the memory of your smile, on Gaz's laughing eyes, on Soap's bantering, jovial tone, and the soft, rare smile from Simon, on the boys he called his sons, and on the ones he kept close to his heart.

"It's alright, Rookie." Price murmurs gently. "It's going to be oka-"

BANG-!

John jolts then at the sound, flinches hard, waits to see the reaper who by now is more of an ally than an enemy.

A moment passes.

He takes a breath.

Then, his eyes open.

To see you, collapsed to the side, eyes shimmering with tears...

...and a bullet wound through your chest.

"N-NO!" Price screams then, voice loud enough to threaten the heavens above. "ROOKIE!! NO, NO, NO!!"

He thrashes wildly in his bindings, feeling a horrible, sickened fear bubble up inside him at the sight of your blood pooling thick and red around your form.

Dread forces it's way up his throat as you gasp, watery eyes finding him through the pain.

"Rookie-!!" Price sobs then, feeling his own tears manifest in his gaze. "Darling, keep your eyes open, you're going to be fine. Every-everything is going to be fine. Keep looking at me."

Yet the light is fading behind your gaze, and when you speak, your voice is no more than a wet whisper, a murmur as you focus on him even as the world fades around you.

"J-John." You manage, voice frail, broken. "I-I'm...sorry. P-please...please..."

He sobs then as you try to find the words, even as your eyes grow glassy, as your chest rises, falls...

and then stills.

"NO-!" He wails then, chest burning, aching, sickness clogging his throat as the pool of red grows around you inch by inch, and you remain floating within it. Still, silent, absent of sound and light. A void in which he buries his despair.

The world collapses around him.

#requests #drabbles #fic: little mouse #NON CANON BTW #Maus and Price are fine #made myself cry with this one lads

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hello! Can I request Kyojuro x Tsuguko!Reader that became a demon? I'm fine with either fluff or super angst.🥲

Ooo okay! I hope this is what you wanted! <3 I was a dramaqueen writing this jsksjjdb it's so dramatic and for what 😭

Warning: blood...

Masterlist &lt;3

Kyojuro x Tsuguko!Demon!Reader - Changes

The grief is so overwhelming that you fell it sweltering in your chest, that little ball of pressure that makes it hard to swallow and even harder to breathe. Each breath, in fact, has you feeling more and more suffocated, and the tears that flood your vision irritate your eyes, stinging them and forcing them to shut, causing more to overflow.

Little droplets of your heartbreak catch on your eyelashes, reflecting the light and making stunningly pigmented eyes practically glow in the low moonlight casted across Corps Grove.

Cold wind blows through the grass and against your previously beautiful kimono, which is now decorated in blood. It's so, incredibly difficult to think back on the mission, or what you could've done.

An involuntary sob bubbles up in your chest, and then dies in your throat. Everything is lost.

The headache brought on from crying yourself into dehydration moves to the front of your head, accompanied by that familiar pressure inside of your sinuses as your head tilts down, and you let yourself freely cry.

Rengoku looks scared, upset, worried, and just about any other negative emotion in the book. Why is his beloved not letting him close? Why can't he embrace you?

"My love, what's gotten you so stricken with grief?!"

If only he knew.

"My love--"

"-Don't. ...please. Just- I failed. I failed the damn mission! I-..."

What? He doesn't care, he's failed missions in the past, so why are you reacting this way when the problem can be so easily fixed, he thinks.

"Kyojuro!-"

You wail his name, and his chest physically hurts at the sound. You sound so pained, like everything has been lost, like you've been wounded so deeply, you could never truly heal. Panic starts to set in. He wants to run to you, is fighting every urge not to scoop you into his arms and envelop you, keep you safe from the world. But you won't let him.

You absolutely will not let him get closer.

"I'm a- I-... Kyo- I died-"

Oh.

Oh. He knows what's going on.

He knows it now, and there's a sinking feeling in his stomach and he just looks at you, eyes wide in shock. In horror.

The silence is interrupted by a whistle of the wind, fiery hair being caught in the gust and almost reaching for you. He feels ill. Sick.

Please say something, he thinks now. Is he dreaming? Is this some kind of sick joke?!

"I was-... I-…"

It's almost impossible to speak when your chest spasms with shallow breaths, and your head swims with blooming anxiety over what you could've done, and how you've ruined everything with just a little mistake.

Your gut is filled with sorrow and regret, and in your head you tell yourself that it's not fair, that it really was just a little mistake, but it's far too late now, and you can't undo what has already been done.

"I'm not- I'm- n-not human anymore!-... I don't even know why I'm alive!"

That's when Kyojuro's heart sinks. He scrambles to reason with you though, and his attempts have you smiling through tears, as much as your face hurts and your skin feels tight from the salt dried on your cheeks.

"We have Nezuko! We can have you too! I will absolutely not let you go! My love, we can get past this... Please let me come to you- this changes nothing!"

It's like your heart shatters the moment you hear your beloved Rengoku's voice waver in his pleading. He's always so sure of himself. He's so strong and brave, braver than you could ever hope to be even if you wished upon a falling star. But that's why you fell in love with him. Even in this moment, when everything is up in the air, he's still certain that he loves you.

Your resolve wavers, and for the first time since you've gotten back from your mission, you let him hold you.

He's got you wrapped tightly in his arms in seconds, and even through the physical pain, and emotional torment, he still feels so warm and comforting. You're finally safe. Everything is alright.

#demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer angst #kimetsu rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kny imagines #kny headcanons #kny #kny rengoku #kny x you #rengoku imagines #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x reader angst

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi once again!!😅🥰 Can I please request a Tangerine x fem!reader where she’s Tangerine’s gf, like a sister to Lemon, and she’s their partner? The three of them are really close.🥺🧡🍊💛🍋 She is also a mutant who can create and control the elements + her eyes and hair change color when she’s creating/controlling the different elements (Like blue with water/ice, red with fire, green with Earth, and idk what color for air). She doesn’t have to carry a weapon (although Tangerine has most definitely taught her how to use one, along with hand-to-hand combat…) Also she tends to make it out of missions mostly unscathed, unlike Lemon and Tangerine who tend to get kinda beat up, mostly because people can’t really get close enough to Y/n to get a hit in😂 Like the three of them going on the Bullet Train job, Lemon and Tangerine looking gradually more and more ragged, especially at the end, but Y/n looking like nothing has happened 😂 Also Y/n saving Tan with her powers from accidentally being shot by Ladybug, as well as fighting the White Death’s men (alongside Tan, Lem, The Son, Ladybug, and The Father)… Ladybug would so be like, “OH MY GOSH, WHAT IS HAPPENING” when she attacks him with her powers to save Tan and also fight the bad guys 😂

hiii! I kind of used jean grey as inspo😭 I feel like the ending might be rushed, but I hope it’s okay. thank you for requesting, hope you like it 💌

the mutant gene (tangerine x fem reader)

wc || 1.4k

warnings || weapons, minor gory description of a death

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Over the years you have been on countless missions with the twins and collectively built quite a reputation. But, what many people don’t know, is that you are actually a mutant. You don’t like to show people your powers and you don’t often use them. The twins knew about them, but for the most part, you liked to hide them. Usually wearing gloves as a way to block your powers from escaping your hands. 

When you were a teenager you had involuntary experiments on you, ultimately they unlocked a special gene that granted you superhuman abilities. You used to feel embarrassed about your powers, but when you met the twins, you quickly learned not to be ashamed of them.

So now, you loved them. You loved the way you could control the elements and how your eyes and hair would change accordingly. 

For the better part of missions, you’d fight with fists and weapons and you would only use your powers when absolutely necessary- sometimes it felt like cheating, just because it was too easy to defeat the enemy. 

Your favourite power was fire, just as it was the coolest; you’d embody it and beautiful waves of orange and red would radiate from your whole body. The other elements were just as cool, air manipulation was another one of your favourites. You could create large gusts of air from your hands. These were usually the powers that were most useful during assignments. 

You were usually pretty lucky during missions, you’d often come out looking the same as when you went in. Your hair would still be as pretty as when you started, and unlike the twins who would be battered and bruised- you were not. 

Cutting forward to today, your mission was to escort The Son and ransom money to Kyoto, where they would be collected from The White Death. Everything had gone tits up during this assignment, it started when a guy stole the briefcase, but you later learned that his name is Ladybug and he is a bit of an idiot. There was also a woman who tried to kill The White Death’s son, luckily you had managed to stop it as you were petrified of The Son getting killed in your possession. Who knows what his dad would do?

You had been running around the train constantly, trying to keep tabs on everyone and who they were fighting against. Rushing around the carriages trying to maintain the chaos, but then you spot Tangerine in between a face-off against the young woman from earlier, holding her at gunpoint. You trusted your boyfriend’s judgement, so you knew that she probably deserved it. Watching idly by to keep an eye out. 

The case snatcher from earlier walked into the carriage, making incoherent conversation between Tangerine and The Prince. You didn’t like how this was going so you decided to interject. Without thinking, ripping your gloves off to direct a large gust of air at Ladybug’s hand, knocking the gun from his grip. 

Rushing over to your boyfriend's side. “Oh my goodness, what happened?” You anxiously gush, checking over his bloody face.

“That twat pushed me off the train.” Spitting towards the very confused guy. 

“OH MY GOD- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

“Shut up one second.” Holding a hand towards Ladybug. “Where’s Lemon? I thought he was with you?”

“She killed him.” 

No.

Wrapping your hand around Tangerine’s head to bring him closer to you, stroking over the back of his neck as his face borrowed further into your neck.

“You killed him?!” You retort, glaring at the girl as your eyes began glowing deep orange.

“What- no- no. I would never. The guy that kidnapped me did it- he did it. Please-?” 

“Enough.” You snap, holding Tan closer. Right now you felt like a protective mother bear and desperately wanted to defend your family. “Where is his body?” You sadly ask.

“Uh- in… in the toilets.”

“Hey? Tan, I want to say goodbye to him.” Brushing down his back. “You’re both coming too.” You scoff, pointing a finger towards them.

Your heart shattered when The Prince opened the door, looking down at Lemon covered in blood. You hated to think of the pain he was in before he died. 

Suddenly Lemon’s mouth widens as he lets out the loudest yawn. You and Tan fall to your knees to hug your partner, holding him tight.

“Oh, you had the water.” Ladybug says from behind.

“We thought you were dead.” You and Tangerine say simultaneously, checking over Lemons's face.

“No. But that bitch shot me.” 

A groaning comes from beside Lemon and you see the guy from earlier doubled over in pain. 

“She’s crazy.” He groans.

But when you turn around you see that she had completely vanished, turning your attention back to Lemon to help him up. 

“The White Death is coming, we got to sort a plan out.” Ladybug says flustered as he paced. 

The five of you re-enter the carriage to discuss a potential plan, but then you see an older gentleman sitting next to your seats. 

“Yuchi.” The man says sweetly, looking at the guy next to you. 

“Father.” 

//

You all had about five minutes to discuss some sort of plan to win against this Russian nutjob. 

You had leant that the gentleman goes by the name of The Elder and he is also the father of Yuchi. 

As you were all patching each other up, you decided that you wanted to consider mentioning your enhanced abilities, thinking that you’d surely win against The White Death. 

“I know how to win against him.” You quietly say to the group. “Wait a second- where’s the kid gone?” Another thought interrupting your original one. “Actually no, I don’t care right now. I think I can beat The White Death.” 

“How?” Yuchi mumbles as he reaches for the bandages.

“I’ll need all of you. ALL of you.” Looking between the twins. “To get to the far end of the train, yeah… and get off- and leave.”

“We’re not leaving you.” Lemon interjects.

“How will you beat The White Death?” Yuchi asks.

“I just can, okay. We’re nearly at Kyoto, so you gotta go.” Ushering the group away. 

“It’s freaky, man… she can move stuff with her mind.” Ladybug whispers to Yuchi.

“You’re in charge, get everyone as far as possible.” You tell Tangerine, kissing him sweetly. “Chop chop.” 

Hugging the twins once more before they left.

That’s him?

Train coming to a halt at Kyoto station, you see a guy sitting on the bench with many guards scattered around him. You kind of felt out of your depth right now.

You were trying to think of a strategic way to wipe out everyone, also without causing harm to everything else around you. You could set every one on fire? But that might make the trains explode. Or you could manipulate the ground so that they can fall in? But that might not work and would probably ruin cities.

You wanted to take out the easy ones first, hiding as you direct orbs of air at his pawns, sending them flying. Doing the same thing to several more, knocking them down and out of the way. 

Looking over you see your team creeping in, they were sneaking up to attack them from behind. You wanted to keep the enemy's eyes forward, so you walk out onto the station glowing dark orange as you levitate; allowing your team the perfect opportunity to strike. 

During the plan discussion, The Elder had told you all what The White Death had done to his family, so you knew that it should be him to take out his old ‘friend’. 

Turning your attention towards the minions, taking them out with beams of air from your hands. Watching over the twins, making sure they don’t get themselves hurt, occasionally knocking out the ones that got too close to them. 

Everyone else was down, it was just a matter of taking out The White Death- for good. The rest of your team rush over to help The Elder, keeping The White Death still as his arms got sliced off. It was pretty graphic, but luckily you have seen much worse. 

The Elder makes one last incision to his throat, sending The White Death’s head rolling along the floor. 

It was revolting, but finally, you had won. Running over to Lemon and Tangerine, quickly wrapping them in a tight hug. “You were meant to go.”

“Too bad, love. Not getting rid of us that easy…We’re taking that money and putting it all on red.” Tangerine says triumphantly.

“Fuck yeah we will.” 

“Good job guys, but I don’t ever wanna see you again.” Looking at the other guys who were sitting on the bench, clearly exhausted.

Tan laces his hand into yours as you walk off, the three of you strolling side by side into the Kyoto sunrise. You didn’t even want to look at the mess behind, you just wanted to get the hell out of there. You were just glad that your family weren’t hurt. 

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine and lemon #tangerine x you #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine blurb #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #lemon and tangerine #bullet train 2022 #tanger

[palpipeen]

Wolffe Thought (and Thot)

This isn’t nsfw until nearly the end so Minors DNI, 18+ readers only THANKS!

So this one goes out to all the bitches who carry all their stress in their back

(Me, I am bitches)

More under the cut~

Okay so can you imagine giving and then receiving a back massage from Wolffe? I definitely don’t think he’d be great at giving them unless shown how to but he catches on quick.

Like. Maybe it starts off with you running your hand along the back of his neck and feeling just how tense he is. Hard as duracrete under your fingertips, and when you comment on it he just huffs

Course he’s tense, he’s the commander of the 104th, he’s the leader of the Wolfpack. He’s only a little tense though! It’s nothing for you to worry about

Yeah, right

It would probably take some gentle hints dropped until he relents, or maybe after a particularly stressful mission. Yes he could use some help working out some of that tension. Ans maybe he has something else in mind but then you start by rubbing small circles in the base of his neck and

“Oh kriff”

It’s not until you feel some of the tension melting away from his neck that you tell him to take off his armor, and the top half of his blacks if he’s comfortable with it. This being Wolffe, I imagine he smirks the whole time he removes his kit, and then his upper blacks are being peeled off and hooo wow

You can’t wait to get your hands on him.

Neither can he, but then you tell him to lay face down on the bed/couch and he pisses and moans about it but he can’t deny what you did for his neck felt great. So he listens to you, and I imagine he’s got a smart comment or two about when you straddle his hips. You would too if you weren’t so flustered by being this close to his very muscular, probably scarred up back. It’s a map of the life he’s had - hard and unyielding.

Until you get your hands on him that is.

I don’t think he’d relax into it until you get to a particular kink in his back. He’s grunting and huffing and twitching until you get to it and then he tenses up. Wolffe stays tense until you really start to work that kink out, and it seems to spread out from there. He just goes limp from his back to his limbs, head rolling to the side and then —

He moans.

It’s quiet at first, involuntary, but it comes from deep in his chest and tapers off at the end in a sigh. Then he gets quiet because he realizes what he’s done, but you know how to get more out of him.

And you give him no mercy in your quest to leave the commander boneless and pliant under your touch, because it’s what he deserves. A thorough, kind and intimate exploration of his body, worshipping him with your palms and fingers and knuckles. The muscles of his back twitch and tense and relax under you, rippling under the deep tan of his skin

But you don’t stop at his back. Your clever fingers work down from his shoulders to his upper arms, forearms, wrists and hands. His fingers twitch under yours, clearly wanting something to hold onto - you - but he lets you work. 

Wolffe sighs and groans and shudders through all of it, lost in bliss. Right up until you return to his back, and drift lower, and lower - and then you stop. Just above the hem of his lower blacks.

He almost asks you why, but then your fingers run through his hair and he shivers as you drag your fingernails across his scalp. Wolffe has been rendered breathless, gasping into the pillow or cushion he’s holding onto when you lean forward, your lips just barely brushing his ear -

“How are you feeling, Commander?”

Eyes flying open, he stares at you, eyes heavy lidded and dreamy. Or as dreamy as Wolffe can look. “Perfect, cyar’ika,” he rasps.

And then gravity tips and you’re on your stomach, Wolffe straddling your upper thighs as he slides his hands along your sides. You squirm and he clicks his tongue, gently chastising you.

“Lie still,” he tells you. “If I can do it, you can for me. Right?” 

You nod enthusiastically, still shocked at the turn of events, and you let out a quiet whimper when he toys with the hem of your shirt. Asking silent permission and then helping you peel it off, everything until you’re bare from the waist up. And his whole body had been warm between your thighs, but his hands feel like they leave trails of fire in their wake as he drags the calloused pads of his thumbs up the dips and bumps of your spine. Pressing into every tense muscle he feels, mapping them out  for when he really gets started. Wolffe guides your body to where he wants it, then leans down, his hand curled around the back of your neck. Teeth scraping the shell of your ear, he grinds into your ass, and your eyes fly open when you feel him.

“Oh, so now you noticed?” He taunts you, grinding his hard, throbbing cock against you again. When you whine he chuckles, low in the back of his throat. “Did you think I couldn’t feel what you wanted? Well, if you’re gonna be a tease, you’re just going to have to suffer until I decide your good and relaxed.

“Get comfortable, baby.”

#Commander Wolffe x Reader #Wolffe x Reader #Wolffe Thot #racy.txt #hey Wolffie pls put your hands on me kthx

[thepenultimateword]

okay but "Date or Die" ? Damn. If you ever feel like continuing it, just know that I will definitely read it like five times and making up head cannons instead of sleeping-

Part One

The air smelt like cinnamon. That was the first problem.

The second problem was that Villain had no idea how to walk in these shoes, and they were clinging to the most dangerous criminal in the city like a nervous prom date.

They stumbled over the parking lot curb with an inelegant yelp, and Supervillain's arm muscles corded beneath their hands as they hauled Villain back onto their feet with only a taught roll of their shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Villain blurted, ignoring their sore ankles. They were pretty sure that they'd narrowly avoided snapping them in two with that clumsiness.

"Did you practice like I told you?" Supervillain said, already an accusation.

Villain swallowed. "Um, yes, it's just, I've never dressed this way before, and the toe of the shoe keeps getting caught in the skirts, and um, maybe if we could walk a little slower—“

Supervillain glared down at them murderously.

"Or- or not. That's ok. I like a brusque walk. I'll just hold on extra tight." They circled their arms tighter around Supervillain's bicep and leaned their cheek lightly against their sleeve, hoping it looked like an act of love instead of clumsiness, and hoping even moreso that their makeup wasn't getting on their date's sleeve.

It was harder than they'd thought, pretending to be enamored with the person that had very nearly blown their brains out two weeks prior. It wasn't their first time putting on a show, of course, but it was usually a mission on the line, not their life. Their regular tactics, such as focusing on their date's attractive qualities—the muscles, the long, silky hair, the dark pomegranate cologne—were useless. All they could think about was Supervillain's stranglehold on their shirt collar and the suffocating sweetness of their scent as they leaned in close for the kill.

An involuntary shiver ran down their back, and Supervillain gently smoothed one of their puffy poet sleeves.

"Relax," they murmured. "No matter what happens today, a deal is a deal. I won't kill you until the day after tomorrow."

They didn't know what sadistic part of Supervillain thought that was a comforting statement, but strangely, it did snap away their fear-made blinders. Right. They could do this. The main goal of tonight, aside from project make-the-newlyweds-jealous, was to buy themself some more time. That meant forcing Supervillain's hand through the connections they made here.

Villain raised their eyes off their unsteady steps and began to survey the flood of guests entering the building alongside them. They took them in from under half-lowered lids and smiled languidly at any person that met their gaze. Being able to walk in heels wasn't the only way to make people believe you were important.

When they reached the door, they plucked the wedding invitation out of Supervillain's front pocket and held it out to the doorman with a smooth flick of their wrist. The man folded a little beneath their confidence and only gave the invitation a quick scan before waving them forward with the nervous-giddy smile of someone who thought they might have just met a celebrity.

"What are you doing?" Supervillain said.

"Doing?" Villain responded, nerves banished by their new persona. A few guests were already doing double-takes.

"Yeah, tone it down a little, darling. You're here for Friend, not the whole wedding party."

Villain's answer was lost on their lips as they passed through the second set of doors and into the very definition of scandalous wealth.

Dunes of glittery, coral-pink sand bordered the entire gala room, the state of the art airconditioning blowing soothing ripples into the largest of the piles, while at the same time dispersing a constant sprinkling of some beautiful orange spice around the room. Draping silks of pink, blue, and scarlet billowed around the tables, and an enormous, beautifully woven rug distinguished the dancing area. At the front of the room, the wedding couple's table had been set off with a scarlet, gold-embroidered awning, and a pair of throne-like seats.

"Wow," Villain said.

"I know," Supervillain agreed.

The further they got in, the more the refreshment tables seemed patterned after some sort of bazaar. "Isn't this a little...culturally insensitive?"

"Friend always does whatever thing they get in their head, screw the consequences." They seemed as fond as they were exasperated when they said it. Supervillain really cared about this person, didn't they? Until now, that hadn’t seemed possible.

Villain scrunched their nose to hold back a sneeze. Now that they were inside the cinnamon scent was even stronger. Whatever food that was coming from, they had better avoid—

They blinked at an orangey splash of powder on Supervillain’s collar. A quick scan of the room found similar splotches on the rest of crowd, including themself, courtesy of whatever was floating in the air. They rubbed at a smear on their sleeve, and curiously brought their fingertips up to their nose. It took all their willpower not lurch away.

Cinnamon. The air didn't only smell like cinnamon, it was filled with it. What sort of rich psychos decided it was a good idea to fill the air with cinnamon?

Villain hastily covered their mouth and nose with their sleeve.

"What's wrong?" Supervillain said.

"Nothing. Air's just a little...spicy, don't you think?"

"Yes, ridiculous, it will be miraculous if they reach the end of the night without anyone having an asthma attack or coughing up a lung. Now stop covering your face, we're going over."

Villain forced their arm to their side and held their breath until they reached the front of the room. Supervillain immediately skipped past the line, and stepped into the place of a retreating pair of well-wishers.

"Supervillain!" Friend beamed, standing up from their cushioned seat to throw their arms around the criminal.

"Hey! Congratulations, you devil!" Supervillain said, concealing the pining length of their hug behind several gruff pats on the back. They didn't wait for Friend to slacken first before transferring themself to Friend's Spouse, smooth as cream. "You both look marvelous. This place is marvelous."

Before either part of the couple could reply Supervillain interrupted with a sharp, "Oh!" and dragged Villain forward. Villain's ankles turned awkwardly inward, but they hid beneath a sinking curtsy bow. "This is my date!"

They felt a little intimidated all over again in front of the jewel-encrusted pair, but as they rose, they thrust their hand out with as much confidence as they could muster.

"I'm Villain. Congratulations, both of you."

They barely managed to turn the second sentence into a purr under Friend's scrutinization. The newly-wed grinned wolfishly as they kissed the back of their hand.

"What attractive earrings, where did you get them?"

Villain fondled the gold chains, connecting a clasp on the rim of their ear to a heavy, dangling bar in their lobe. "Oh, they were a gift from Supervillain."

Easy. Gifts made people jealous; it was just a fact. Letting them know how Supervillain doted should be a good start too-- Wait, wait, wait, what was happening? Why was did Friend suddenly look like they were trying to smile through a bite of something bitter, and not in the jealous way?

"And the clothes? The shoes?" It came out strained, like all their lightheartedness had to be squeezed out of the tight confines of their throat.

Supervillain gripped Villain's arm painfully, but Villain wasn't sure what they wanted from them. Even if Villain wanted to lie, they didn't know where to begin. The clothes had been delivered without tags or receipts. What stores even carried these brands? They hesitated, looking back and forth between their frowning date and their friend.

"Supervillain?" they finally squeaked. Goodbye suaveness. Though that might have been lost soon enough anyway with the uncomfortable itchiness growing in the back of their throat.

"I knew it," Friend said, turning on Supervillain in an instant and jabbing their finger hard into their chest. "You are just as controlling as you ever were."

"Controlling?" Supervillain snapped. "So I gave them a few presents, suddenly that's a crime? They wanted to wear them!"

"And I'm sure they wanted to come too."

"We're dating. This event required a date. They came as my date. It's not about want or not want, it's about responsibility to your partner."

"You can't make all of your partners your dolls," Friend cried, "dressing them, introducing them, waltzing them around pretty scenery. They're not ornamental: you have to actually care about them, Supervillain."

This sounded like the type of disagreement that had a lot of history behind it. Maybe the sort Villain should have been made aware of ahead of time. Though, from the way Supervilain was making their argument, maybe it was their very obliviousness to the problem that kept them from bringing it up.

Friend's Spouse rolled their eyes and sat back in their seat. Maybe Villain should wait it out in silence too, though easier said than done with the aggressive tickle in their nose.

"I do care about them!" Supervillain lied vehemently.

"Ah-choo!"

Villain tried to stifle the sneeze in their sleeve, but they still got a mild glance from both parties. It didn't stop Supervillain from escalating their bull though.

"What do you need proof? You need me to--"

"Ah-choo!"

"--prove how much I care about them?"

"Ah-choo!"

The walls of Villain's throat suddenly felt tight and they breathed very softly to keep from wheezing. They clasped one hand over the nose and tried to rub away the itch, but it was no use. They were royally screwing up everything. Who got jealous of a red-eyed nobody with snot running down their lip?

“Supervillain I’m not trying to argue with you right now,” Friend said, forcing their voice a little calmer. “I just worry.”

Supervillain jaw clenched. Pity was definitely not the emotion they had been going for tonight.

Yeah, Villain was definitely getting killed. What were the chances they could escape out the back door during a dance and avoid Supervillain forever?

“I think—“ Suoervillain began coldly, but was immediately cut off by a sneeze from Villain. They glared and began again.

“ I think that it’s very bold of you—“

“Ah-choo!”

“—to be making assumptions about our relationship.

“Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!”

"Excuse us.” Supervillain wrenched Villain to the side. "What is wrong with you?"

Villain's shoulders sank. They could barely see anything through the water leaking out their eyes. "I'm--ah-choo!--allergic to cinnamon..."

“You…Of all things…” They sighed. “Come on.”

“Wait, but what about Friend?” Villain cried, stepping cautiously in the direction of their pulling hand. It was much slower and gentler than earlier, but that only made Villain more uneasy.

“I don’t think you’re in any state to be my love-bait right now. Besides it’s over. They didn’t buy it. They think I’m some poor sociopath who will never understand love, just as they always have.”

Supervillain pulled Villain tighter against their side before they tripped over a chair leg, and their cheek pressed against the scratchy breast of the master criminal’s suit coat.

“So they have you pretty pegged,” Villain said a little muffled.

“Careful, darling. We wouldn’t want any premature accidents.”

Villain chuckled nervously. Next thing they knew, they were being sat carefully in a cushioned seat. The soft satin of a cloth napkin rubbed outward toward their hairline, definitely smearing eye makeup all across their brow bone.

“We’re under one of those cheesy transparent silks covering the tables now,” Supervillain announced. “So your free from breathing in anymore junk. How bad is your allergy? Are you in any danger?”

“No,” Villain said, squinting through puffy eyes and grabbing up a second expensive napkin to blow their nose on. “It’s just really, really, really, uncomfortable. If I eat it, it makes my tongue kinda numb, but lucky day, I don’t think breathing counts as eating.”

“I’ll get you something to drink. Water, punch, or wine?”

“Why are you being nice to me?” Villain said. “I messed everything up and your going to kill me later.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t want your almost last day being completely miserable. So, water, punch, or wine?”

“Punch,” Villain said softly.

Supervillain returned a few moments later with a little plastic cup of pink juice, bubbles gathered up along the sides and bottom.

“Is it carbonated?” Villain asked, maybe a little to interestedly.

Supervillain looked it over and shrugged. “Possibly. Try for yourself.”

Villain sipped cautiously. A burst of watermelon and hibiscus filled their mind with sensations of summer and sunshine. Refreshing bubbles fizzed at the back of their tight throat, soothing the burning itch that was turning the esophagus walls to sandpaper.

Maybe they made a face because Supervillain chuckled a little. “That good?”

Villain shuddered a little with their second sip. “You rich people keep all the good stuff to yourself.”

“Do I look like the sharing type to you?”

No, Villain had worked many a scheme with Supervillain, and they were not the sharing type. Maybe that’s why they wanted Villain dead, though Villain had never taken the trouble of finding out exactly. There was something a little morbidly funny about that.

"I'm sorry,” Villain said. They weren’t even looking for last ditch sympathy, they actually felt a little bad. Maybe it was the starts of insanity. Probably brought on by all the high stress from the last few years and the mega stress of the last two weeks.

Supervillain glanced subconsciously in friend’s direction, one shoulder half-raised in a shrug, and froze. “Don’t apologize yet, I think you actually might be doing great.”

Villain straightened a little in their chair to peer over Suoervillain’s shoulder. Friend’s eyes were glued to them, and they were frowning. Not a concerned frown, not a exasperated frown, the type of frown you shot someone who took the very last slice of your favorite cinnamon apple pie…and then didn’t even eat it all.

Supervillain pushed Villain back in their seat. “You can’t look too, it’s too obvious. Hurry, put your feet in my lap.”

“What?” Villain spluttered.

“The shoes hurt right? Well we’re a happy couple. Feet in my lap.”

Villain slipped off the heels with some relief and swung their legs across Supervillain’s knees. Now that they were out from under the lacy skirts, they could see the heels were scraped and the ankles were red and swollen.

“I think they’re coming over,” Supervillain hissed, massaging the sore muscles. Villain melted a little beneath the firm rub of their thumb. Not really because it was them, but because their feet hurt so bad, and they were surprisingly good at being soothing.

“Are you alright?” Friend’s Spouse said, sitting across from Villain, eyebrows raised in concern.

“I’m fine,” Villain sniffled. “I just have a cinnamon allergy so I’m a little uncomfortable right now.”

Friend clasped their spouse’s hand tightly, but they watched the movement of Supervillain’s hands with a growing crease between their brows. Villain finally understood. Even if Friend acted upset that Supervillain didn’t have a true relationship, the only reason they were fine with Villain earlier was because in their mind Supervillain didn’t have the ability to care for anyone but them. Even if they would rather marry their spouse, they still wanted the exclusivity of Supervillain’s affections.

“Supervillain said we should leave,” Villain said, “but I told them ‘No, you can’t miss your best friend’s wedding, being here meant so much to you.’”

“I’m sorry, maybe I should have written something on the invitation,” Villain Spouse said.

“Yes, maybe you should have,” Supervillain snapped, “or better yet, not have done something so ridiculous in the first place. You don’t need an allergy to be choked on cinnamon.”

Villain shivered a little. Supervillain almost really sounded protective.

“Watch your tone, Supervillain,” Friend said. “No one tried to hurt anyone. But I’m sorry too. For dismissing your relationship.” They turned toward Villain, smiling but not looking like anyone Villain would trust in a dark alley. “I’m sorry to you too. I imagine you must have been upset when I spoke the way I did.”

"That’s alright,” Villain said. “You were only worried. Maybe we can do something all together when you're back from your honeymoon.”

Friend gritted their teeth, but their spouse came in with remorse still fresh on their tongue.

"Of course!”

Yes. But not enough. This wasn’t a social politeness; this was life or death. They needed to lock it in.

"Perfect. How does June 12th sound? I’m sorry but with Supervillain’s schedule we need to plan everything in advance.”

They shot a crooked, knowing smile at the newlyweds

“June 12th...” Friend’s Spouse looked at Friend. “That should be fine, right hun?”

“Yeah,” Friend said reluctantly.

Friend’s Spouse hopped up from their seat. “Then it’s a plan. We should probably get back to the line now, but I’m glad your ok, Villain. Thanks for putting up with all this for Supervillain.”

“Yeah. Thanks for coming, both of you,” Friend said, giving Supervillain another hug, more brusque this time. Then they were gone.

Villain blew their nose again, and slowly lowered their bare feet to the grainy hard floor.

“They were jealous,” they said simply.

“They were,” Supervillain agreed with a wicked grin.

“Their spouse is pretty nice though… Do you really want to destroy their marriage?”

“Of course not. I’m already resigned to the fact that Friend and I will never be together. I don’t need to win them; I just can’t lose to them. And seeing how they finally lost that smug little face, I’d say we’re at a draw. Oh, and you…”

Villains insides lurched a little.

"Clever, clever, clever.” They actually sounded somewhat impressed. "You just got yourself three more weeks."

Part Three

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[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2023

Day 15 - Portentous

"How can anybody be so stupid?!"

A'viloh grimaced and turned to the enraged Viera, that was yelling at him from behind.

"Did you just call me stupid?!", he spat back already annoyed by his involuntary teammate’s attitude.

The Viera had introduced themself as Rael Hyskaris and for a second A'viloh was actually interested in the new companion. He neither had met a Viera before nor could he tell whether Rael was a rather girlish boy or a very broody girl, which was strangely intriguing. But the somewhat condescending scowl on the Viera‘s face should have told him from the start that this task would become annoying.

His nerves were stretched rather thin anyway, given the task at hand, he didn’t need some grumpy know-better to scold him around… The Inn-Keeper in Limsa had asked A'viloh for support and send him all the way out to Aleport to investigate pirate activities in the area. Pirates, of all things possible, it had to be pirates!

The contact at the Sastasha Seagrot had already awaited him and introduced him to some other adventurers, who where supposed to be his teammates for this mission: A Hyuran Marauder from Limsa Lominsa and a Lalafellin Thaumaturge from Ul'dah. And of course lastly Rael, a Viera Conjurer. A'viloh had seen quite some arrogant people during his journey so far but this one had managed to piss him off unusually quickly.

They had introduced themselves, listened to a few more tidbits of intel about the place and the threats they may encounter and then they had made their way into the cave.

The scenery was surprisingly pretty considering A'viloh had expected a damp, dark hellhole filled with drunk and brutal pirates. Myriads of strange things grew all over the place and against all expectations it was quite bright and colorful for a cave because there were various luminous plants or corals shining in all kinds of pretty colors.

At first they had made very good progress. The ground wasn’t too swampy, the monsters relatively harmless and the whole team seemed to be capable. But at some point Rael stopped and called for them to wait. They knelt and plucked some soggy piece of paper from the ground turning it this way and that, trying to figure out what was written on it.

"What’s that?", the Marauder had asked and Rael had shrugged. They held up a damp note smeared with blood and read aloud: "The Capten lykes his kebbage Green… The spelling is horrible and the handwriting a disaster but I guess this confirms the Yellowjackets suspicion."

A'viloh knew it was most likely going to be pirates after all but the confirmation still made his mood drop and suddenly he couldn’t wait to get out of the cave again. "Alright, great!", he announced in an attempt to gloss over his nervousness. "Whatever! Let‘s move on, okay?" And so they did.

Everything went smooth and for quite a while there was no hint of pirates until at some point they found themselves at a dead end filled with more glowing colorful corals. For a moment they just stood there and tried to figure out if they had taken a wrong turn somewhere, when the Lalafell suddenly exclaimed: "What’s that?"

They huddled around an eerily red glowing coral and tried to see what the Lalafell was pointing at. "A button?" the Marauder asked rather confused and suddenly A'viloh saw it too. It was hidden nicely if you didn’t know what to look for. "It’s a secret passage!" A'viloh felt particularly clever for figuring that out. "Let’s press it!", he suggested and before anyone could interfere he had already done so without thinking twice.

"Wait!" Rael had protested waving around the parchment from earlier but it was already too late. With a slight tremor and ominous growling a pathway opened between the corals and a giant Coeurl jumped out and immediately threw itself at A'viloh with sharp claws and teeth. He jumped to the left trying to avoid it but something still hit him and smashed him into a bunch of corals. He felt dizzy and when he tried to get to his feet again his right leg caved with a sharp sting of pain running through it.

Rael rushed to his side and raised their wand. A warm rush of healing magic flooded through A'viloh‘s body and a moment later he could walk again. Before he could even think about saying thank you the Viera was gone again trying to help the marauder to not get eaten alive. A'viloh shook out his limbs and grabbed his brass knuckles to aid them.

The beast was tough but against their combined forces it stood no chance and at last a fireball from the Lalafell‘s staff brought it down. They all sighed deeply, happy to be still alive, but while the others hadn’t connected the dots yet Rael was furious and had immediately snapped at A'viloh for being stupid.

"Yes, I called you stupid! What else would you call it to just blindly go and press some button not knowing what it does?! What could possibly go wrong??"

Before A'viloh could even open his mouth to defend himself the Viera ranted on and threw the piece of paper from earlier at him. "This was a trap! An obvious one even! The solution was right here and instead of using your brain for one second you almost got all of us killed!"

He didn’t mean to get defensive but this accusation did in fact hurt him more than he cared to admit. "Oh, come on!", he exclaimed. "How was anybody going to figure out this was going to happen?"

"There are multiple buttons here, stupid! Are you not just dumb, but also colorblind? It‘s a riddle! The right button is the green one, just like the note says!", Rael yelled at him and A'viloh hissed angrily at the insult. He was pretty sure the other's hadn't figured that out either...

Before the argument could escalate any further the Marauder stepped between them, arms outstretched to keep them at bay. "Calm down, everyone! Gladly we are all still alive thanks to Rael and we all learned a lesson today. But we still have a mission to take care of, so let’s move on. Carefully!"

They glared at each other for another moment and then went along growling to themselves. Secretly A'viloh wondered what he would have done if anybody had died today because of his mistake…

***

Rael had really hoped their first team mission to be different than that but instead they found all their suspicions proven true. Rael was reluctant to trust other people with anything important and was convinced to best work alone. If you want the job done correctly, better do it yourself.

The mission had been easy enough so far and the team looked okay but then there was that antsy redhead Miqo'te, that seemed to have left his brain at home this morning.

Somehow they had managed to survive the monster he had unleashed on them but it could easily have ended with one or even all of them dead. But somehow the other ones seemed very nonchalant about the incident, too nonchalant for Rael‘s taste.

They had talked a little before the Miqo'te had arrived at the outpost and Rael had learned that the Hyur and the Lalafell had already worked together a few times. They definitely were a little more experienced than Rael and maybe that meant they knew how to deal with imminent danger more calmly. Maybe Rael had reacted too harshly, maybe they shouldn’t have yelled at A'viloh so rudely, it certainly didn’t help anyone… But there was no time contemplating this now. Rael was even more observant than before, just in case, and gladly the redhead had learnt his lesson and seemed to be a little more careful than before.

After the trap with the Coeurl it indeed didn’t take much longer for them to encounter pirates, just like the Yellowjackets had suspected. Shortly after defeating the first few pirates a loud deep laughter announced the presence of their Captain. The sound echoed from the cave walls, multiplying itself and making it seem more threatening. The marauder-thaumathurg duo remained unimpressed but A'viloh jumped in surprise. He looked panicked and once again Rael wondered how much of the Miqo'te’s ego was actually just show.

The captain send his lackeys at them and mocked them before running off. Looks like they would have to fight their way through his whole crew to chase him down. At least the pirates where no real match to them and quickly the four of them were running to catch up with their captain.

But soon the cave, that had been rather linear up to this point, turned into a big area with various paths to all sides, most of them cut of by heavy, locked gates and guarded by more pirates armed to the teeth. One of them luckily had a ring with lots of keys at his belt. A'viloh picked it up and jingled the key in front of Rael’s face with a big grin.

"What do you say, boss? Is that another trap or should I try those?", he sneered full of sarcasm.

"Haha, very funny.", Rael answered dryly and shook their head in exasperation.

It took a moment of fumbling with the various keys before the first heavy door swung open.

The Miqo'te gasped, stumbled backwards, almost falling over his own feet, and the key ring went clattering to the ground.

"What is it?", the Marauder asked and stepped into the door frame, weapon raised to shield them from whatever had scared A'viloh.

Rael stepped forward and tried to see what was at the other side. They squinted but all they could see were a few huddled figures in dim candlelight. The Thaumaturge summoned a ball of fire at the top of his staff and illuminated the room. It was a damp cell, dirty and cold, and dozens of women sat on the floor, their hands chained and their eyes filled with fear and fixed on the Marauder with his raised axe.

As realisation kicked in he quickly dropped his weapon and raised his hands in a defensive manner. "Calm down, we will not do you any harm. We are here to save you.", he said with a calm and soothing voice. Then he added with a look over his shoulder: "A'viloh, unlock their chains. Rael, check them for injuries."

Rael stepped forward but the Miqo'te stood frozen in place, his eyes wide, staring aimlessly into the prison cell.

"Hey? You alright?", Rael asked and was tempted to wave a hand in front of the redhead‘s face. "A'viloh?"

The Miqo'te blinked and fixed his eyes on Rael instead. "What?"

"We should free them and get them out of here", Rael repeated and nodded towards the keys.

"Of course…" A'viloh muttered and pressed the keys into Rael‘s hands. "Take care of that, I‘ll keep watch outside."

Before Rael could say anything, the Miqo'te rushed out of the cell. Once again Rael shook his head at his behaviour but decided there was no time for such nonsense.

They quickly freed the people in the prison cell, Rael healed the worst injuries as best as they could and then the Hyur gestured into the direction they came from. "Look, we cleared a path to the outside this way. It’s not far and there should be Yellowjackets waiting outside. You’ll be safe with them. Don’t worry, we are going to get the bastards who did this to you."

The others nodded in agreement. "We‘ll make them pay for that." A'viloh said and clenched his fists, before walking off to the opposite direction. His voice was not quite as convincing as his attitude though. "Let‘s go or that piece of gobbue dung is going to get away."

He was right. They had to hurry before they lost track of the pirates in the depths of the cavern. The pirates tried their best to slow them down but finally they caught up with their captain and that not a minute to early as he was just about to get to his ship. Right as they were going to face him, suddenly a giant Sahagin leapt from the water and struck down the pirate. So it was not just pirates after all…

The monster charged at them with a long harpoon and the Marauder almost didn’t manage to dodge the strike. He did his best to keep the Sahagin occupied and while the Hyur‘s axe and the beast‘s harpoon clashed repeatedly, the Thaumaturg let fire and ice rain down one the enemy and A'viloh darted fiercely around it‘s legs landing one punch after the other. Rael did their best to support them, using healing magic to keep their teammates up and running and throwing some elemental spells at the Sahagin whenever they could. And finally a bunch of hits directed to the monsters legs made it stumble and the Marauders buried his axe deep in the creature‘s chest. With a terrible shriek it fell. The fight was won.

The Lalafell cheered victoriously and the Huyr gave a reassuring nod. "Good job, everyone!"

A'viloh said nothing and looked over to the pirate captain‘s body. Rael followed his gaze. "To bad we didn’t get him alive.", the Viera said but A'viloh made a disgusted face and shook his head. "Nah, serves him right!"

"He may have had useful information about what happened here." Rael suggested. That made the Miqo'te huff. "We know exactly what happened here, smartass."

"Hey! What’s your problem?!" Rael asked angrily. They had done nothing to deserve his wrath and A'viloh really started to get on their nerves.

"I don’t have any problem. Mind your own business!", the redhead barked and walked off without another word or goodbye to any of them.

Rael shook their head and turned to the remains of their team. They decided to walk back to the entrance together and double check the caverns for more pirates or captives. When they made it back to the outside the fresh wind felt like a blessing and the sun had already begun to set over the ocean making the water look as red as blood.

At the Yellowjacket‘s outpost the prisoners were taken care of, but A'viloh was nowhere to be seen anymore. The Hyur and the Lalafell said their goodbyes and departed together and Rael sighed deeply and watched the sunset for another while.

It had been a stressful day, but at last their mission was successful. The pirates where defeated, a lot of people were saved. They had done good today. And the best of all was that Rael never had to see that moody redhead Miqo'te again…

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv writing #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ARR #A'viloh Tia #Rael Hyskaris #I hope I understood that prompt correctly... #portentous can be something more positive right? like fateful? #so here's the fateful first meeting of A'vi and Rael! #fateful because I think they were meant to meet and eventually become friends #at first they bring out the worst in each other but later they are each others greatest support #they complement each other and learn so much from the other...

[appleciderp]

Some Badger lore because I've been thinking about Badger a LOT



Pre task force:

Pretty average Canadian childhood. Lower-Middle Class, an older brother.

Joined kickboxing in high school and absolutely loves it. Still does.

Joined the military to pay for her university, but life didn't end up going the way she expected.

When on the field, she was mostly close-quarters combat and infiltration. Specializing in Urban Warfare.

Absolute dogshit at sniping

Got her callsign because her work partner was called Coyote, and their absolute symbiotic teamwork on the field yet conflicting personalities led them to jokingly call her the Badger to their Coyote. An unexpected, but fantastic duo.

They slowly became friends and got their matching tattoos after a particularly difficult mission.

A few years before Badger joined the task force, they both got caught in an explosion. Her injuries led to permanent nerve damage and significant scarring along her back. Mostly causing involuntary muscle spasms (especially in her arms/hand when she holds anything for prolonged periods of time) and full-body numbness and stabbing pain. She was deemed unfit to return to active duty (due to the risk of her dropping her gun in the middle of combat) but offered a Filling Clerk/Supply Sergeant role for her keen organizational skills.

Coyote has yet to wake up from their injuries, but she visits them whenever she's on leave. Knows their nurses by name due to frequent contact.

Currently:

Is mostly fine with her role - enjoys it even - but gets a bit anxious whenever her people are out there and she can't do anything.

Occasionally feels a bit alienated from the rest due to her not being on active duty like them. Especially if everybody is gone for a while, she feels as if they'd forget about her. She'd die before telling people this.

Whenever the task force is out of base, she always tries to patch in their comms channel to her work laptop, to at least know if something happens to them.

Whenever anybody is hurt and has to stay on base, she'll try to give them space, as that is what she personally prefers. But will definitely show up with some baking a few times.

Her love language is teasing/insults and baking.

She says she hates physical touch, but only says that to keep up her non-existent image. Everybody sees through her, whether they act upon it is up to you.

Her door is almost always open, and even though she might grumble a bit at other task force members' arrivals, she honestly is thrilled every time somebody shows up.

Frequently records voice memos for Coyote, their nurses play it for them. This is the only time her door is closed.

The only time she cried in front of the task force was when telling them about Coyote for the first time. But she's thrilled whenever somebody brings them up, and will genuinely smile and give you an update on their status.

Gets frustrated whenever she drops something. If it happens in front of people she may lash out if they ask her if she's okay. Will apologize whenever she cools down.

The best way for her to cool down is by kicking shit. Whether it be a punching bag, a wall, or a rock. shit will be kicked.

But also bakes whenever she needs a breather, helps her settle down and gather up her thoughts.

She has a sourdough starter. A few times a week she'll wake up early and make a few loaves for the task force.

The more she's anxious, the sweeter the food gets and the more Canadian it gets. Whenever she whips out Pouding Chômeur or Butter tarts, she's on the cusp of a breakdown and just needs some homely comforts.

#badger white #codsona #kicking is when she's angry baking is when she's anxious #I'm still unsure if I want her to be in a relationship with Coyote or they're just BFFs #anyway enjoy my mutuals <3

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Jujutsu Kaisen 0

Not to immediately harp on how they designed Okkotsu's bully, but I knew. I knew from the Coat Rack Man. I saw the writing on the wall. And yet: 😨🤬🤡

Oh hey, we're back in Gojo's favourite room for a harrowing student-teacher conference:

The Jujutsu High School Board LOVES a secret execution. It's like their version of detention

"The curse placed upon you is one that can save people too, depending on how it's used." What an optimistic thing to say to someone who has just gravely injured 7 people seemingly by accident

I love everyone's old haircuts. Inumaki's spiky hair is fun! Also hgkjhgkjgh @ Team Gojo being the only students never pictured in a classroom

Also, the hair makes him look EVEN MORE like a smaller Gojo

"This is where we learn curses to exorcise curses." [Mentally, stressed] Tell me that ahead of time. HAHAHA. Did Yuta just think he was going to a regular school?

"It's a promise. That when we both grow up, we'll get married." Awww, Yuta and his playground fiancée are cute

Oh. Never mind. I take it back, it is in fact extremely haunting (no pun intended):

I am immediately endeared to Yuta and his awkward, haunted demeanour. He's just trying to live, huh?

"Put... me... on?" I feel like this can't possibly be right but immediately I want to assume that this curse is born of elementary school children not wanting to put on their jackets

"I want the confidence to say it's okay that I'm alive!" Maybe the real curse was insecurity all along

Awwwww I love Maki's gruff inspiration speech that also simultaneously promises Yuta that after this mission they'll be friends

As he has the ring on, makes me think it must be out of the question for Yuta to date if he's haunted by his ghostly fiancée

Also they're not going to elaborate on why Yuta was in the hospital?

"This is my personal theory, but there's no curse more twisted than love." Gojo said: Why yes, I have been hurt before, thank you for not asking, Yuta

"Do not forget that Okkotsu's secret execution was only suspended." "And don't you forget that if it comes to that, I'll side with Okkotsu." I love when Gojo is righteous. It's nice!

"Besides, no one's allowed to take youth away from young people," said Gojo, as if enduring violent battles with murderous apparitions is something that all teenagers do

I don't know how putting Rika's curse in a sword will break it so much as relocate it, but I do love a training montage:

"Maki! You've got a chance!" HAHAHAHA the dating question has finally been raised. Also I love that Panda's qualification for if someone can date Maki is if they also use weapons. The Nobara bond holds true too

I really do like Inumaki. The way he pushes his teammates out of harm's way. His curse essentially being its own kind of chronic illness (me too, buddy!) What a reliable and strong presence he is, even permitting for the fact that it is hard for people to understand him

"Inumaki-kun is kind. He doesn't want to accidentally curse others, so he speaks in rice ball components—words that can't carry curses. Even today, he helped me out. He tried to keep me away from danger." I love that right after I was mentally monologuing about how much I enjoy Inumaki, so too, is Yuta

That is extremely not how cough syrup works but we love a combo attack. [Kakashi voice] Teamwork!

"Once I break Rika-chan's curse, I'll be a normal person." Doesn't bode well for Okkotsu that he's still in this school, hm?

Omg where did Geto get Toji's weird worm storage friend???

Also since Geto's around, I wonder if this is going to feature the infamous attack we heard mentioned in S1

"Toge's cursed speech is something he's been able to use since he's been born, so back in the day, he struggled quite a bit." Imagining Baby Toge accidentally throwing his parents into the wall when they play peekaboo

Awwwww Inumaki empathizing with Yuta's involuntary curse

Why did Gojo sniff as he entered the development as if he could smell that Geto had been there gjghgfgg

"Geto Suguru. One of the four special-grade jujutsu sorcerers, who was banished from Jujutsu High after cursing over a hundred normal people to death. He's the worst curse user." 1) It helps to have the context of the Hidden Inventory Arc right before this 2) There are only FOUR? And Yuta is one?? 3) It's funny that they're all curse users essentially but it's derogatory to say that instead of sorcerer. Oh, the anime social structure

"I don't want everyone to catch the monkey smell." Geto said: I'm icky! And also maybe xenophobic. It depends on what metaphor you're going for

"We're going to kill all non-sorcerers and create a world with only jujutsu sorcerers." What makes Geto think this is a marketable business plan

Also the answer to my earlier question about the traumatic attack is: Yes, yes, it is

Gojo said: Stop trying to convert my students, it hurts my feelings!!

"I don't really understand what you're talking about, but I can't help anyone who insults my friends!" This is the funniest possible reason that Yuta could say no to ethnic cleansing. But alright, I'll take it

"On the coming December 24th, when the sun sets, we shall conduct the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons." Ah, it's the preamble to the traumatic attack. Also, Merry Christmas?

"I find it hard to believe he'd start a war he couldn't win." Gojo said: I have never accused Geto of optimism before

Geto really does love a diversion attack. And also torturing high school students. It's a wonder they didn't see the whole Exchange Event problem coming

"Why are you still a jujutsu sorcerer then?" "Because I'm spiteful." Hahah, I love Maki ❤️

"I wish I could be like you," said Yuta to Maki, immediately after her saying she's spiteful and wishes to crush her own family from within

HAHAHAHA YUTA OFFERING TO HELP WITH FAMILY-CRUSHING. What a nice, weird boy he is:

Maki said: You've unlocked the secret phrase to my heart. I now want to give u a leetle kees

NOT TO QUOTE THIS SHOW AT ITSELF BUT: "Jujutsu sorcerers are extraordinarily compassionate. An opening is always created when their ally is injured." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Inumaki using his remaining strength to tell Yuta to run away 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 The only time we've heard him use someone's name!!!!!!!!!!!

"That woman saved me. Handle her with more care than a butterfly or a flower!" Yuta has grown a backbone but with the soul of a marshmallow. I love him 💘

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YUTA USING CURSED SPEECH. POWER SWAP!!

"How old are you two?" "Fifteen." "You're still just children. It's not too late for you to turn back. You don't know right from wrong, do you?" Mimiko and Nanako said: Excuse me, Ijichi, we would like to be tried as ADULTS, thank you very much

"How many years do you think it took the sorcerers in my country to weave this one rope." Why must this movie continuously feel like a subtle hate crime LMAO

Is that three sided weapon the one that Maki uses in S1? 👀

"Especially when we jujutsu sorcerers exist without belief." The revelation this is an non-theist society is actually very interesting, Geto says one (1) useful thing in this movie

Yuta is experiencing Baby's First Homocidal Rampage

Seeing that it is the exact same team in the Shinjuku battle really recontextualizes what it must've been like for the Kyoto School to be ambushed during the exchange event. They've really been through it as a school

Yuta thanking his curse fiancée for falling in love with him!!! 😭💗

Not to break the sincerity of this moment, but I bet this went over really well with the monsterfucker community

"So that's how you want it, womanizer?" "That's rude. It's pure love." Insane dialogue to accompany this scene. 10/10. No notes

"I trusted you. Trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn't kill off young sorcerers without a reason." Bold take from Gojo about someone who has killed over a hundred unsuspecting people at very minimal provocation

Is the silent dialogue meant to be Gojo telling Geto he loves him? I cannot think of what else this would imply:

Also I guess this explains why no one's like "Well, it's obviously Geto's fault!" for all the curse problems. They think he's dead!

"You're the descendant of Sugawara Michizane! That makes us super distant relatives!" So are all jujutsu sorcerers indirectly or directly the descendant of other sorcerers? It seems that way

"This past six years, I've been happier than I ever was when I was alive!" said Rika, as if that were not a weird thing to say about the time she spent committing acts of extreme violence as widely-feared apparition

Does Maki see Rika if she's not wearing her glasses? How does she experience this moment? She can definitely see the floating peaceful orbs

"You found it for me, sensei?" "No, not me. My best friend. The only one I ever had." With greatest affection. This is a symptom of Dumb Bitch Disease. WHY DO U SAY THESE THINGS TO PEOPLE THAT HAVE ACTIVELY BEEN ATTACKED BY HIM, GOJO

UHHHHHHH what brings Yuta to have lunch with Miguel!!! Who attacked them all a year ago!! What a threatening way to the end the movie

#ayesha liveblogs jjk #ayesha talks anime #for context: i watched this after watching the hidden inventory arc but i have not watched the rest of the season #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 0 #jjk series #moqueueton #liveblogging #jjk 0 spoilers