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biteofcherry · 12 days
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:
Steve + “Are you trying to hide from me?”
Thank you for sending the Hoe Fairy my way, through all the trials and dangers of time zones 😆💖
Grateful for it, I wrote something slightly longer than a drabble? Oops.
I'm creating a new dark-ish universe here, so brace yourselves.
New World Order
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soft dark!Steve Rogers x female reader
summary: After the snap and the breaking of the Avengers the world has turned into a darker place than it already was. Being under Steve Rogers protection should be your beacon of light, right? So why does it sometimes feel as if you're caught in a sticky web?
warnings: semi dystopian universe; soft dark Steve Rogers; manipulation; sprinkle of gaslighting; economical/situational power imbalance; dub-con; smidge of breeding kink; sex (p in v);
word count: 3k
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A small creak startled you. Your body tensed and jerked, the jars in your arms almost falling to the floor. You held your breath, tightening your hold on the precious cargo.
The sound came from the other room, the one anyone from the compound could’ve walked into, so it shouldn’t scare you. Not when you made sure to cover any tracks leading to this special, secret unit, which you’ve discovered a few days ago. 
Slowly, careful not to make any sound that might alert whoever was roaming out there, you put the jars down on the shelf. One by one. Gently. You kept your breath shallow as you did, keeping your movements to the minimal. Then you stayed still, counting down seconds in your head and listening for any sounds from outside. 
As one minute passed into another, then another, until it was seven minutes, then eight, you began to relax slightly. 
No further sounds, steps, nor voices came. You assumed they were gone, whoever it’s been. 
With a little huff of breath, you turned around. The nose of your boot bumped into the box of supplies you sneaked inside. It made little to no noise, but it was enough for the domino to fall down completely.
Something clanked on the other side of the wall. Then the hidden passage in the wall opened. 
Bright daylight filtered through and the broad, dark silhouette filled nearly the entirety of the doorway. 
You lifted your hand to shield your eyes from the sudden burst of light, letting out a small squeak as you curled inwardly. It took you a mere second to recognize who caught you and while your heart eased at the realisation, there was still a part of you that feared the outcome.
“I was wondering what kind of mouse has been hiding in the walls,” came his soft, deep voice. “Turns out it’s my own little scrapper.” 
Captain Rogers walked in. Despite wearing heavy boots he still managed to move quietly. 
The wall closed automatically after him, leaving the two of you in a small room with light fixtures casting pleasant, but artificial glow from the ceiling. 
“Are you trying to hide from me?” His lips curled in a lopsided smile, but the way he slightly tilted his head made you aware that he wouldn’t like it, if you said yes. 
“Of course not,” you let out a nervous laugh, gripping the edge of the counter behind you. 
“Not from you, Steve.” Nervousness still buzzed inside you, spiking as he neared closer and closer. 
Steve Rogers, Captain America, could be a scary motherfucker, if he wanted to. Usually, however, it was reserved for anyone trying to harm people he protected. Or if his subordinates broke his rules in any way. 
He may not be the golden boy you remembered from the very few, rare press conferences and pap photos from a decade before. Too much has happened, since he was the poster of glorified values the government tried to sell. 
First, they stripped him of the crystal areola they put themselves on him. Named him a fugitive and a traitor, for wanting to protect his best friend and fight for justice. 
His other colleagues have turned away from him, leading to breaking of the Avengers formation, which was supposed to protect the people.
Then, when the ultimate threat appeared, the remaining politicians blamed Steve and the other heroes for being unable to defeat Thanos. Tony Stark never returned. So many others have dispersed into dust. For a few years - as the world around you spiralled into dystopian nightmare - phantom governments have been using Captain America and other Avengers as the arguments for why so many things were failing.
Living became hard. Well, even harder than it used to be. People turned jaded and distrustful, so very few still tried to show each other support. Unable to count on governmental help, people have started forming their own little groups. Little communities that took care of each other, but were very wary of anyone else. 
You met Steve when you shyly walked into one of the support groups he was leading. You’ve seen posters inviting people to the meetings, but for quite a long time you stayed away from them, because Captain America or not, these groups always meant selling your soul in some way. 
Steve lured you in with his patience and soft voice, but was firm in pointing out that if you’d like to take some of the provisions back home, or needed aid, you had to do some labour in return. 
You weren’t opposed to that, but you were wary. Still, you agreed. 
Each task seemed more and more important, or that’s what you told yourself, because with each you’ve somehow gotten to work closer and closer to the Captain himself. 
You worked dutifully, which was something Steve didn’t omit to praise you for on a few occasions. Which perhaps was the reason why he assigned you to a team that so often worked closely with him. 
As much as it filled your chest with warmth, your gut tightened each time he got a little closer.
And he always got closer. 
You always sensed his gaze on you. Felt your heart jumping whenever he grazed his fingers along your arm, in a seemingly innocent, sweet gesture. But there was something about his attention, about Steve himself, that made you feel uneasy.
He was charismatic, but also less lenient. 
Caring, but didn’t give second chances. 
Patient, but often merciless in his decisions. 
He was still Captain America, but bitter and darker. Worn-out and dirty, like his suit, with the trace of a star that used to shine hope to those who saw it. Now that faith trailed with darkness. 
When Steve approached you one evening, as your team was scavenging the territory the Captain and his Avengers have liberated from under the influence of bloodthirsty gangs, you felt that quickened pulse and whispers of self-preservation instinct telling you to be wary.
He said that he noticed you watching him. Which rendered you speechless for a moment. If anything, you always caught him looking your way. 
Did he really think you were the one checking him out? Was it why your gazes met every time?
You stuttered with your response, not quite knowing how to explain yourself. Steve offered you that disarming, comforting smile. He touched your hand. Slipped his fingers between yours, ever so slowly rubbing the pad of his index finger between two of yours. 
Such a small, meaningless gesture, but something about it had your cunt clenching in response, as if he was insinuating he wanted to rub you somewhere else. 
Before you managed to explain the situation, Steve turned the tables on you once again. He leaned in and confessed that he missed intimate touch, as well. That it was understandable and he felt honoured you would give him your attention.
Then he simply walked away, joining Natasha to make further decisions regarding the operation; leaving you dizzy with confusion and conflicting emotions. 
Was he right? Were you subconsciously seeking out his attention? Was your sense of unease in his proximity provoked by your attraction to him?
Because Steve Rogers was a very handsome man. From the soft strands of hair he had grown a little longer, to the way his broad chest tapered into narrow hips and possibly the sexiest ass you’ve ever seen. 
From that moment, the Captain often approached you, smiled at you, and touched you however briefly. The pounding of your heart increased each time, your thoughts still clouded. 
When he caressed your cheek one time, while having just returned all dirtied and splattered with blood from a mission abroad, your breath stuttered. He asked you to help him out with patching some bruises and you didn’t find the strength in you to deny a request from a wounded man. Captain America at that. 
He took you to his quarters. At Steve’s command, the AI closed the door after you. Your fingers trembled as Steve guided you how to unzip and take off his suit (since his shoulder throbbed so hard, he seemingly couldn’t do it himself). 
Steve’s fair skin was indeed marred with bruises and a few cuts, which you cleaned and patched. In response to your breathless “I better leave” after you were done, Steve slid his big hands onto your hips and softly asked you to stay. 
Perhaps it’s been too long since you kissed anyone. Or maybe his grip on you tightened enough for the fear of repercussions freezing you in place. 
With a tiny whimper, you gave in to his demanding lips and wandering hands. Despite your brain screaming at you to run away, your heart rate accelerated with pleasure, quickly drowning out the fear.
Steve had you sinking down on his thick cock right there, while he still sat in the chair and his suit was barely pushed past his hips. He groaned praises at how good you felt; how hot it was to feel your tight cunt stretching around him; how sexy you sounded struggling to take it all.
Even with some of your brain cells fighting against it, your whole body surrendered to Steve and the pleasure he drew out of you over and over again. 
Maybe he was right all along and you were starved for intimate contact. 
Maybe you were choosing to let him take you, so he wouldn’t hurt you or your family in any way. 
Later, as you laid in Steve’s arms, you debated with yourself how good it felt to be held and protected, and that maybe it was worth following Steve’s subtle commands. 
He took you again in the morning. On your side, sliding into your sore pusy from behind. When you hissed that it hurt, Steve slowed down, but didn’t stop. He distracted you by arousing other parts of your body - rolling and pinching your nipples, sliding his fingers between your lips and fucking your moth with them, using his wet digits to rub your clit. 
Both of you returned to your duties afterwards, but in the evening Steve simply wrapped an arm around you and greeted you with a kiss on your temple. Then guided you back to his quarters.
He talked to you about everything, asked about your past, as well simply about your day. 
But not once did he ask, if you wanted to have sex with him. 
As the days passed, the less brave and determined you were to reject him. Especially not after Steve started coming over to your quarters, to meet your parents and play this whole thing, as if you really were a couple.
So if he was this sweet and supportive, why did you still fear displeasing him in any way? 
“I mean I’m not hiding at all.” Your speech quickened slightly, as you explained your actions. “I may have hoped no one would find this spot that quickly. I would tell you about it, I was going to. But first I needed to, um, I wanted to-”
“Easy, honey.” Steve cupped your cheek.
He ran his thumb along your lip, cooing at you softly. 
He didn’t look angry, nor suspicious. Which lessened your worries. 
“So you found one of Tony’s panic rooms.” Steve took a quick look around. “Not many people know about their existence. Not many can find them.”
“It was actually an accident,” you laughed at that, remembering how you stumbled when changing light bulbs in a weird fixture in the main lounge room and instead of breaking the mirror on the wall the pressure of your fall activated sensor in the wall, opening the passage to this room. 
You told Steve the story, watching mirth form crinkles around his eyes. He kissed your forehead softly, before pulling away. Not enough to leave much space between your bodies. 
“And why are you storing provisions here?” He glanced at the jars and cans you stacked on the few shelves. 
“Just in case. We have a storage and everything is rationed generously, but-” your gaze dropped as you mumbled- “somemayhavebeenstolen.”
“What was that?” Steve’s tone chilled and you felt the hair on your nape standing to attention. 
With two fingers, he tilted your chin up. Blue eyes bore into yours, a Captain’s command in them snapped you into obedience without an order falling from his lips. 
“I think I’ve noticed someone sneaking out some portions. Often.” You admitted. “I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t suffer much loss, in case that person continued to steal.”
“Why haven’t you reported it?” Steve frowned, his hold on your chin turning into an unpleasant pinch. 
“Because the person I should report to first, is the one who takes it.” You also tried to convince yourself that maybe Walker simply was giving it away to someone in need. 
“You could’ve told me.” Steve pointed out, his frown deepening in displeasure. 
“But you always talk about the importance of chain of command,” you blurted out.
Which actually surprised Steve. His eyebrows arched up and then his disapproval was shifting into amused satisfaction once again.
“You’re so dutiful, honey.” Steve’s grin made you gulp nervously. 
His gaze slowly trailed down. When it returned to your face there was a possessive glint in the blue irises. A hot jolt stroke down your spine, pooling in your lower belly with heat in preparation for what was to come.
Because even if your lips wanted to part on a pitiful No, you knew Steve would take anyway. And he’d make sure your body was on board with his desires. 
“Why don’t you continue your impeccable service for your Captain, huh?” Steve dragged the zipper of your jacket down. 
It was butter soft brown leather; once belonging to Steve, but since it was too big on you, he graciously encouraged you to cut and sew it, so it fit you better. 
Steve parted the sides of the jacket, exposing your chest. One move was enough to yank down the stretchy top you had underneath. Your breasts spilled out and you clenched your fingers on the edge of the counter, forcing yourself not to cover yourself, even though you felt shy. 
Steve cupped your breasts with his hands; squeezed them and kneaded gently. The coarse fabric of his fingerless gloves provided additional sensation. He rolled one nipple under his thumb; pinched the other. His mouth swallowed each little moan of yours. 
He drew out a whine out of you as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, at the same time unzipping your jeans. Steve knelt down to take off one of your shoes and pull your leg free from the pant leg. Enough to have you spread for him as wide as he wanted. 
“Umm-” you swallowed hard as Steve stretched to his full height. 
He was so much bigger than you. So much stronger. Sometimes, when he had you in his arms, it truly made you feel safe. Other times it scared you; made you quickly comply. 
Steve picked you up so easily, sitting you on the narrow counter and standing between your legs. 
“I don’t have any more pills,” you revealed. “Contraceptives, I mean. Bruce said it will take a few weeks for the production to be finished, after that one ingredient turned out to be spoiled.”
Steve met your eyes. He listened to what you were saying, nodding his head intently as you spoke, but still unzipped his suit and freed his cock. 
You couldn’t help it, your gaze flicked down. Seeing it almost daily didn’t diminish the awe of the cock a primal part of your brain declared perfect. Your pussy clenched, growing wetter in preparation for what was inevitable. 
Steve’s hand closed around his girth and he gave a few pumps before guiding the angry-red tip into your hole. 
He slid inside with a groan. Your own choked cry responding. 
When he met slight resistance due to your position, Steve hooked his arms beneath your knees and pulled your legs upwards. Your ass tilted and your upper body angled backwards. It allowed him to sink fully in, until you felt that unpleasant pressure against your cervix and his balls met your buttocks. 
Then, as he bottomed out in your unprotected pussy, Steve regarded your words.
“Slight inconvenience. But we’re skilled in adjusting to new situations and challenges.” He rested his forehead against yours; his voice growing more raspy and breathless. “If fate wants us to have a child, then we will rise to that blessing as well.” 
He rocked his hips into you, his pelvis grazing your clit. You squeaked, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders. 
“Fuck, honey.” Steve withdrew a few inches then slowly thrust back in. “Your sweet cunt is so tight and wet for me.” 
It was tight, because he hadn’t prepared you thoroughly - sometimes it was a blessing, because there were other times when Steve was so focused on making you soaked that he turned you into an overstimulated mess. 
Also because his dick was so fucking thick. 
“My perfect pussy. Isn’t it?” Each stroke was a purposeful, unrushed torment, so that you felt those inches penetrating you. Owning you. 
“Y-yes, Steve. It’s yours,” you mewled when he poked your cervix again. 
“It was made to be filled, honey.” Steve’s pace started increasing. “Its purpose is to take my cock and milk every last drop of my cum, until your womb swells with it.”
There were protesting voices in your head, demanding that you shake your head no and that you tell him you didn’t want to get pregnant. But they never made it past the barrier of voices supplying that you always dreamed of having a family and that Steve would take good care of you. 
Even if the objections somehow made it onto your tongue, the moans and cries Steve was eliciting with each thrust and filthy word deformed them into agreement. 
“That’s it, honey. Taking your Captain so well. Going to take all my cum and thank me for it.”
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myir0nlung · 9 months
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I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING..
hobie brown
IN WHICH, hobie hates talking about his canon event, especially since it involves your death..
angst, reader dies, few swears, tried to keep it gender neutral
He was supposed to save you.
He was supposed to be the hero.
He was supposed to make sure no one would harm you.
He was supposed to not let you die.
It had been eating him up inside ever since that horrible, shitty day.
It was like any other day, Hobie leaving the comfort of your shared apartment to fight whoever was causing trouble. It was basically a routine by now. You two had ate a takeout dinner, lounged on the couch for a bit before Hobie took off into the city that never slept. It was like this every night. Every damn night.
Tonight was like ever other, Chinese takeout scattered across the messy coffee table Hobie found on the side of the road. A movie was playing but neither of you were watching it. Instead Hobie was laying on top of a few raggedy pillows with you on top of him. His arm was lazily slung across your waist as he toyed with your belt loops. You were tapping a beat out on Hobie, that making him smile. It was lazy moments like these that made him forget about how trashy the world was, made him forget about everything else and just focus on you.
Well that was until his flip phone was ringing. You raised your eyebrows at him as he picked up the phone call. You could hear distant shouts and a crash come from the dingy old flip phone. Hobie grumbled into the phone, snapping it shut and discarding it some where on top of the hectic mess you called a coffee table.
“Osborn acting out again, aight? Gonna’ need to go deal with his arse.” Hobie angrily grumbled. Couldn’t he just enjoy a peaceful moment with his partner?
“Right..” You mumbled. You pulled yourself out of Hobie’s embrace and sat back on the couch, now just by yourself. Hobie kissed your forehead lightly as he pulled on his battle vest. He hopped over the couch and looked around his boots.
“If Osborn ain’t a big wanker today should be home by 12, so no need to stay up late to see me yeah?” Hobie now by the window, perched on it. His mask was laying limp in his hands. It looked kind of funny, the red fabric with large metal spikes was just crumpled up in his large hands.
“You know I’ll always stay up to see you Hobe’s.. you can’t stop me.” You teased. Hobie rolled his eyes and moved to jump out into the smoggy city, but you said his name quickly preventing him from moving away further. He looked back to see you peeking over the couch, chin resting on your palm.
“Love you~!” You sing-singed. That got a chuckle out of Hobie as he returned the words with a wink. Then with one movement he disappeared into the night sky, which wasn’t very dark from the amount of light pollution in New London.
It had only been a few minutes before another noise caught your attention. Someone was were Hobie was, peering in through the open window. Of course it scared you, but it suddenly got a lot worse when it came in to get you.
Hobie was in a back alley way with Captain Anarchy, hiding from Osborn and his stupid venom robots. One had landed a decent gash on his chest which was why he was hiding out. Captain Anarchy was explaining something to him, something about where one of the potential weak spots was on a mech. Hobie was listening at first until his spider senses took over.
Loud ringing plagued his ears, a throbbing pain overtook his mind. Hobie grunted in pain as he gripped his hair with such force that it ripped some out. Though he didn’t notice as his spider sense flared up like crazy. The ringing got louder and louder.. the throbbing pain thumping like a bass in a rockin’ punk song..
Captain Anarchy was at Hobies side instantly, trying to get through to him. He gripped his shoulders as he tried pulling him up right. His lips were moving but Hobie couldn’t hear a word. Hobie closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. The ringing and pain didn’t go away but it subsided enough for him to finally be aware of his surroundings.
“Hobie! Hobie, can ya hear me?” Captain Anarchy questioned. He had one hand on Hobies shoulder and the other about to slap him. Hobie saw that and pushed him off of himself.
“Fuckin’ spider sense.. just keep going. I’ll be up in a quick second.” Hobie brushed him off as he sat against the cold brick wall. Captain Anarchy said something and left but Hobie didn’t bother listening. He was confused.. why did he spider sense flare up..?
A scream pierced the air. One that sounded all too familiar. It jolted Hobie from his thoughts. He pulled his mask down again and found his way out of the alley, only to be met with a horrifying sight.
Osborn gripping you with one of his stupid venom mechs.
That sparked something in Hobie, it was like a fire had been lit. He desperately webbed around to try and beat Osborn up. He tried smashing the mech’s up, trying to shatter the pilot window so he pull that greedy fucker out. But nothing was working. Too much was happening, too much was going on for Hobie to realize what Osborn was doing.
Quickly Osborn scaled a building, pulling himself to the top. The old building was crumbling because of the impact from the fight but the pressure from the venom caused it to break more. When finally at the top Osborn turned to meet Hobie.
“If you really want your petty partner back so bad Spiderman, go fetch!” He taunted. But nothing could prepare Hobie for what happened next.
He dropped you, right off the side of the crumbling building. Debris fell with you as Hobie dived after you without a second thought. Your screams pierced his ears as Osborns horrible laugh echoed into the background.
You knew Hobie wasn’t going to get you. He was simply too far away. If he tries webbing you if would snap your back from the sudden impact, but you would probably end up breaking your back on cement aways. It pained you knowing this was how you die, falling from a building because of a corrupt prime minister. How delightfully stupid.
So you spoke your last words, knowing you had to make them meaningful. You said only four words, ones that might’ve just been something said without a blink of an eye yesterday. Ones that would’ve been said normally any other day. But right now, in this horrible moment, they meant more than anything.
“I love you Hobie.”
He wasn’t quick enough. His webs touched you just as you smacked against the dusty and dirty cement. Rubble rained down from the destruction of the buildings. There you laid, forever staring into nothingness. Hobie carefully held your body as he ripped off his mask.
“No no no.. love I’m here.. im right here.. please..” He begged. Hobie was never one to feel scared but right at this moment he had never felt more fearful. His hands ghosted your cheeks which lost more and more colour each second.
“(Y/N), please.. just fucking respond.. just do anything.. please..” He cried. He held your body close to him as he cried. Hobie never cried, he never felt the need to. But this moment, god this moment was the most heartbreaking moment he had ever felt. Nothing around him mattered no more. The noise seemingly stopped as he sobbed into your lifeless body. All the destruction, the chaos, it seemed muted.. Just his cry’s rung out in his ears.
Hobie couldn’t handle your death, not at all. That moment was one that he couldn’t deal with. It haunted his thoughts all day and all night. The image you falling burned into his memory, constantly replaying. The absolute burden it left on him made him become bitter and hateful, but deep down, depressed. It plagued him. It hurt him so much he.. he gave up spiderman.
He threw his suit away, swearing he’d never take up that mantle again. If he couldn’t even save the one close to him how could he save anyone else? The thought of even wearing that suit again disgusted him. Hobie swore that he would never ever put on that suit again, as if he couldn’t save you, he couldn’t save anyone.
“Hobie you alright?” Miles questioned, snapping his fingers in front of his Hobie’s face.
“Stop that.” Gwen hissed. She swatted his hand away.
Hobie came back to his senses after that. He didn’t mean to get lost in memories.. memories he’d rather forget. Anytime someone brought up Hobie’s canon event he couldn’t bear to listen. His mind always brought him back to that wretched day.
“This is the present mate, we don’t need to live the past.” Was all he said. Miles stood dumbfounded, Hobie didn’t really answer his question. He just wanted to know what his canon event was. Everyone had one so why was he being so secretive?
Hobie shook his head and moved away, no longer wanting to be apart of the conversation. Miles furrowed his eyebrows at that.
“What was that for man?” He grumbled to himself. Gwen leaned over to whisper into his ear,
“You know Miles, his canon event was losing his partner. The only one dear to him. Just don’t bring it, it’s a really touchy subject…”
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lakesbian · 4 months
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and now for our Checking In With The Dallon Sisters poasting
Panacea shook her head, “Tattletale found a way around my sister’s invincibility. Glory Girl was bitten pretty badly, which is why I didn’t come sooner. I think it hits you harder, psychologically, when you’re pretty much invincible but you get hurt anyways. But we’re okay now. She’s healed but sulking. I- I’m alright. Bump on my head, but I’m okay.”
victoria is demonstrably having a bad time with the previously noted psychological pain of being forcibly reminded that, no matter how hard she tries, she will never be the spotless, invincible, perfect hero she wants to be. the bug bites suck obviously but the "sulking" After being healed is an indicator of where it really hurt--not just physically.
(amy's power reminds me of. do you guys know that one tumblr post about the concept of exploring the horror potential inherent to D&D-esque fantasy healers? like, the horror inherent to being perfectly, magically healed from horrifying injury a hundred times over, and being expected to just get up and keep fighting afterwards, without any regards to how your mental health is doing. that's exactly how amy's power functions: you're made physically better than ever, and expected to get back up and keep being a hero, but you still have the memory of the pain and the lingering psychological aftereffects. but, like, you're fine now, so you just need to get over it and go back to throwing yourself in the line of fire, okay?)
amy is also right off the bat clearly not doing so hot--she's acting very shy and withdrawn and unsure compared to both of her prior appearances. obviously that is due to the horror of some random villain going "btw, remember that you're ontologically an invader into the family you are trying to belong in!" but i think it's probably compounded by the fact that amy is so used to being treated either 1. like she's intrinsically awful/unwanted or 2. like she's only valuable/desirable as a resource by Everyone But Victoria that walking into a room of heroes w/o victoria by her side is always liable to make her insecure and withdrawn.
oh, and the burnout. obviously the severe fucking burnout.
“No, I hated that he would have a normal life, because I’d given up mine.  I was scared that I might intentionally make a mistake.  That I might let myself fuck up the procedure with this kid.  I could have killed him or ruined his life, but it would have eased the pressure.  Lowered expectations, you know?  Maybe it would have even lowered my own expectations for myself.  I… I was just so tired.  So exhausted.  I actually considered, for the briefest moment, abandoning a child to suffer or die.” “That sounds like more than just exhaustion,” Gallant replied, quietly. “Is this how it starts?  Is this the point I start becoming like my father, whoever he was?”
the "every second i rest, someone dies" conundrum would be nightmarish for her even if she had the healthiest social support net on the planet, but her circumstances make it infinitely worse. she's treated by everyone in her "family" but victoria like an invader, and even victoria has unintentionally stressed the importance of using her healing power in the way that the family wants (i.e. to cover up victoria's police brutality) in order to Be A Good Family Member. amy has internalized that being a good dallon is the same as being a good hero, and failing at being a dallon is the same as being overcome by her ontologically criminal roots. so she works herself to the bone, and when she inevitably starts to falter, she views it as an indicator of something intrinsically wrong with her rather than as a sign that her family + society's expectations for her are harmful and unfair.
and dean's advice for her only reinforces this further:
Gallant let out a slow breath, “I could say no, that you’re never going to be like your father. But I’d be lying. Any of us, all of us, we run the risk of finding our own way down that path. I can see the strain you’re experiencing, the stress. I’ve seen people snap because of less. So yeah. It’s possible.”
he suggests that she try to take a break, but only in the service of "so you can heal more people in the long run." he validates the idea that she could go "down that path," as if becoming a villain--becoming A Bad Person--is a risk all heroes have to fight against on an individual level, as opposed to criminality being a result of circumstance and not even inherently immoral. and of course dean thinks that way--he's a millionaire child soldier, his entire life is predicated on individualist thought with ignorance to the ways in which systematic factors impact people. acknowledging that amy is being horrifically mistreated would mean not only acknowledging the flaws in the PRT system, but acknowledging what might lead people to stray from it, and he simply can't do that. it goes counter to every idea that his life is built on.
he never even tells anyone that amy thought about letting a child die, or if he did, it didn't go anywhere. she was desperate for help all along, increasingly ready to explode, and everyone just ignored it. because as she says:
"My sister’s all I’ve got. The only person with no expectations, who knows me as a person. Carol never really wanted me.  Mark is clinically depressed, so as nice as he is, he’s too focused on himself to really be a dad. My aunt and uncle are sweet, but they’ve got their own problems. So it’s just me and Victoria. Has been almost from the beginning."
this is also where we see another more blatant sign of her crush on victoria--it's very ambiguous as to whether dean is interpreting amy's feelings towards him as meaning "wants to date me" or "jealous of me for dating victoria" but i think it's probably the former because there's no way he would keep his mouth shut if it was the latter, lmao. really what this scene is doing is introducing all of the stressors amy is experiencing that, because they're going unaddressed, because everyone else is refusing to address them and she has internalized that's how it should be, are going to boil over horrifically later on. that burnout and fear of accidentally-on-purpose making a mistake will lead to truly being unable to heal victoria later on. that sense of obligation, that if she can't keep healing she's turning into her father, will contribute to her being unable to just walk away from victoria instead of trying to heal her. her crush on victoria--the ultimate example of how her should-be family has ostracized her--will boil over in the impulsive brain alteration & the sexual nature of the wretch's design.
and all of this would've been avoidable if not for, as mentioned in the prior post abt this interlude, the dallons' and the PRT's enforcement of wallpapering over the kid heroes' pain to Keep Up The Show.
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Am I allowed to request an ask for Damiano about his SO being taken advantaged of by an ex a few years before they started dating so when she tells Dami he shows her what a first time was and is supposed to look like
Only of your comfortable with this tho
How It's Supposed To Look Like | Damiano David
Pairing: Damiano David x reader
Summary: After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like.
Warning/s: Mentions of abuse and SA - read at your own risk, smut (but like not very explicit), alcohol problems, mentions of fights, bruises and cuts, crying, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, very short fic (sorry) 😔
Author's note: So this is kind of the first time that I am writing this, so I don't know if it's any good. However, I do hope that you enjoy this. Thank you for the request and have a good day/night!
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It was always hard for you to show much affection after what happened to you. It felt like forever since it happened, but at the same time it felt like it didn't. It felt like it was yesterday or two days ago the most.
You met your ex in a classic way. You were in a bar, dancing with your friends when you met him. He charmed you and you felt like everything couldn't be more perfect. Until it wasn't. You were dating him for 2 years and after the first year he started to get abusive. You never expected that from him. He was always so sweet and kind and gentle with you. You thought that he could never bring you any harm. You were wrong, sadly.
At first it was yelling. He would pick up a fight from nothing at all, but he was just so angry all the time and he needed to take his anger out. You just never expected it to be taken out on you. Then he started to drink more. He would come home from work and yell at you for nothing or he would come home drunk and pick up more endless fights. But then it started to get worse. He didn't stop at just shouting or yelling or getting drunk and constantly picking up fights. He started to physically abuse you.
As you remember this, as you talk to Damiano about this for the first time in forever, you could still remember the bruises and cuts as you spoke about it.
You could still remember how he would beat you up after he came home drunk. There were points of your life where you had to try to fight back, but couldn't. There were points in your life where you would run as fast as you could and quickly locked yourself up in another room. You remember times when you were violently shaking and crying as you listened to him as he tried to break down the door behind which you were hiding. You remember praying to whoever heard you to keep you safe, to keep you alive. Because there were times when you were afraid that he would kill you.
You couldn't stop yourself from crying as Damiano heard you say this. He held you, as you trembled and shook and cried. He tried to contain his own tears and heartache as he listened to you opening up about it for the first time.
The day after, he would come running back to you and beg you for forgiveness. He would tell you that he loves you. You knew better. You knew that it was a lie, but you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't escape.
You remembered the days where you would be standing in front of the bathroom mirror for hours, trying to cover up the mess he made out of you every day. Nobody noticed anything, nobody heard anything. Nobody knew anything.
Until one night when he came home more drunk than usually. That night he forced you to do something you really didn't want to. As you rememberd this moment, you could still hear your bloody screaming. You could still feel your body trembling. You could still remember that empty feeling, full of sadness, full of hopelessness.
This was it, you thought to yourself, he is going to kill me tonight.
You never felt such, dare you say relief in your life. You felt like you were finally saved when the cops started to bang on the door. Your neighbor, a nice elderly man, heard your screams that were trying to be silenced by your ex, and called the cops.
"I don't know what to say." Damiano said as you finished talking. "I can't find the words to say how sorry I am that that had to happen to you, amore."
"It's fine." As you said that, your voice raspy from crying, you felt Damiano shake his head against you, but you continued to talk. "Nobody can do anything about it anymore." You said, bud Damiano didn't agree.
"We'll see about that." Damiano said as he turned to look at you and he found you looking at him in confusion. "We can try to do it if you want to." You looked at him in shock for a brief moment.
"Of course, we don't have to, we don't need to do it if you don't fell 100% ready." Damiano quickly explained as you listened to him speak. "But if you want to, I can show you how much I love you and how you deserve to be treated. He was an idiot to do that to you. I can show you how it's supposed to feel like. If you want me to."
For a brief moment you were speechless, but you realized that you want to try. You realized that you want to give yourself to him because he truly loves you, and is so patient with you and doesn't rush you into anything.
And so you agreed.
The rest of the night was spent with passion and, most importantly, love. He was stopping every few seconds at first, constantly worrying if you were all right and if you wanted to stop and if you were comfortable. You felt like you could cry from happiness. You loved him so much your heart was hurting you.
He was so gentle with you, whispering prises to you all night long, kissing every single inch of your body. He was making you fall in love with your body and with him all over again, and you loved him more than anything for it.
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I Love You, John Price
John Price X F!Reader
The nightmares…
They have been plaguing her for weeks.
They have been the same – almost every night… The mission had been successful; the intel was retrieved…
They were one step closer to finding Shepard.
But there were loses on both sides.
And Price…
Bloody, beautiful bastard.
Captain John Price – pushed her out of the way and took a bullet to the leg.
She remembers the sticky feeling; the warm, crimson, syrupy, blood leaking between her fingers as she applied pressure, and called for backup.
Ghost was on his way, but he was still minutes out.
Soap and Gaz were covering the outside – they were told to stay put. She remembers the frantic look on John’s face when he asked if she was injured.
“You’re the one that’s been shot, and you’re asking me if I’m, okay?” If she could have found the strength to laugh at the man who held her heart in the palm of his hands… She would have.
“I can’t lose you, sweet girl… Not now… Not ever.”
Every night, she goes to bed – the nightmare always has the same horrible end…
She had thought to start praying – though she wasn’t religious by any means… She thought to ask whoever watched over her… To make the nightmares stop.
She couldn’t lose Price.
But every night is the same…
The team doesn’t get to them in time.
Price dies in her arms.
She is covered in sweat – nearly drenched to the bone, gasping for air… Her chest feels tight, as if she can’t get a grasp of fresh air.
There is a dead weight set about her arms.
And she panics… with the trembling need to scream, it feels like she is stuck frozen in time.
-
And every night – she ends up here.
Staring in the sky, watching as stars twinkle from above.
She hopes, she’ll see a shooting star.
Then maybe she can wish, for the nightmares to go away.
She’s tired…
And the stars are becoming tiny blurs as her vision dances with wet tears.
-
“Thought, I might find you out here.”
She hears him.
His voice is smooth like honey, it’s relaxing and calm…
It’s commanding and makes her tremble… Makes her question her beliefs.
She hears him – he is growing closer to her, she can catch the faint scent of his cigar, his cologne.
And though she has tried to push the feelings away – she knows she is drowning… Drowning in the sea of his serenity.
She feels his warmth, as he takes his place beside her.
There is a brief silent.
The stars are her only guiding light in a blank slate of sand.
“You want to talk about it?” John breaks the silence.
She can see from the corner of her eye, where John looks to her; trying to figure her out… Trying to get a read on her.
She closes her eyes, and turns her face towards the sky, “It doesn’t matter… I just couldn’t sleep… Needed to get some fresh air.”
John wants to believe her; she can hear the sigh escape his barely parted lips.
He finishes the cigar, and flicks the dead butt out into the sand, “But it’s not just that, is it?”
He doesn’t give her time to answer.
“I hear you,” he shifts where he sits, giving her his undivided attention, “Ever since we returned from that mission – you haven’t been okay.”
She shakes her head – wishing he had never found her out here… She can feel the tremble before her hands start to shake – can see the blurriness in her vision before she feels the wetness of tears caress her eyes.
God, she didn’t want him to see her like this.
“Hey,” he whispers gently.
“I….” She licks dry lips, feeling the lump – the boulder size lump stuck in her throat as she tries to comprehend what words she wants to say.
I love you.
I’m afraid to lose you.
You put yourself in harm’s way, and I felt my world shatter.
Please don’t leave me.
“Talk to me, please,” The Captain begs.
“I nearly lost you,” she whispers, so afraid if she spoke any louder, she would scare him away. That the conviction of her confession would rattle the course of the team.
Of the friendship between them.
John Price is silent for a moment.
He is studying her, watching her fight with the terrors that have haunted her since – that moment.
He can see the purple circles.
The lack of sleep so evident in her eyes, it’s bitter.
But in that singular moment.
She had never looked more beautiful to him.
He reaches out a hand, taking her hand in his – her skin is silky smooth and cool to the touch.
He links his fingers with hers.
“But you didn’t lose me, sweet girl… I’m right here,” he tries to meet her eyes.
“I’ve been having nightmares,” she stares into a blank spot in the sand, refusing to meet his intense gaze, “I couldn’t save you… The team didn’t get to us in time, and you died in my arms.”
“Hey,” he stops her, pulling his hand away, to cup her face, and to force her gaze to meet his, “That didn’t happen. I’m right here,” he speaks with a soft calm demeanor, his thumbs wiping away the few strays tears that linger on flushed skin.
“It’s been the same every night,” she can feel the fresh tears burn her eyes, as her vision of him swirls.
“You saved my life, you –“
He feels as if the air has been stolen from his very lungs.
As if winter had settled deep within his bones.
Her lips are soft, perfect, molded perfectly to fit his…
He is stunned at first – taken by surprise.
But as the seconds seem to mingle and time becomes nothing but a blur; he feels the tension roll in her shoulders, as she begins to pull away.
“Cap, I!”
He pulls her back in, refusing to miss the taste he has neglected himself of for so long.
The kiss isn’t perfect, it’s teeth and tongue and chased whispers…
Mingled breaths, and trembling laughs.
“I love you,” she whispers between heated kisses.
John Price is a man of many words – he has faced death many times over in his life…
But never in all his years, did he feel his heart skip a beat… If not two.
“I love you, John Price,” she cradles his face in her hands, “You don’t have to say it back… But I have for a while; and seeing you take that shot for me… Made me realize that I can’t keep – “
“I love you too,” his voice is cheeky, his face is flush, the chill of the air as turned his cheeks rosy red.
“Then kiss me like you mean it, Captain.”
“Yes mam.”
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Eden
TW: kidnapping, captivity, creepy/intimate whumper, pet whumpee, referenced drugging, referenced stalking, emotional manipulation, referenced depression
As he roused from a deep sleep, Ezra found himself curled up on the sofa in his living room.
He racked his brain as his senses slowly reaserted themselves, but found no recollection of where he had been the previous night, or how he had gotten home.
The cloying smell of lavender perfume overwhelmed him. Ezra didn't wear perfume.
As more sensations flooded his body, he realized his head way laying on someone's lap.
Someone who was running their fingers through his hair.
None of his friends were this affectionate. They all knew him to be severely touch averse. They wouldn't try something like this.
Trying to sit up, he found his arms to be bound behind him with soft, but tight strips of fabric.
This finally spiraled Ezra into panic. He thrashed, struggling to get away from whoever was with him, putting his full strength into breaking his bindings.
Despite his best efforts, his sluggish body couldn't move enough to fall off the stranger's lap, let alone escape.
The stranger had no problem pushing Ezra down by the shoulders and holding him in place.
"No," they said in a deep voice, firm but gentle. "Stay still."
Ezra scanned the room. The clean beige carpet, new looking brown sofa, and sea scape paintings certainly weren't his.
"Where am I?"
Ezra's heart raced, fuelled with fear and andrenaline, pounding against his ribcage in a mockery of a ceremonial drum.
"I didn't give you permission to speak," his captor said.
Ezra stayed silent. The humiliation of being treated like a lap dog wasn't enough to render him stupid.
His captor could have a gun or some other sort of weapon. Fighting back simply wasn't worth the risk.
Ezra needed answers before he could decide what to do. There wasn't any point in getting himself killed.
Music played softly in the backround, the melody much too pleasant for such an occasion. A woman sang softly from the spinning record, but was not loudly enough for Ezra to make out her words.
Turning his head slightly, Ezra got a look at his captor. He looked to be in his thirties, fair skinned with mousy brown hair, wearing wire framed glasses and a small smile.
He tucked a lock of hair behind his captive's ear, before leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.
Ezra flinched and tried to pull away.
"Tsk tsk," his captor said. "That is no way to treat your master. I'm just being friendly."
Ezra opened his mouth to retort, but swallowed his complaint before it could escape his lips.
"You're being such a good pet," his captor continued, petting Ezra's curly hair. "Now, if you had something you wanted to ask me, you may. So long as you're respectful about it."
"Where am I?"
"Call me sir."
"No way in-" he broke off, remembering his position. "Yes, sir."
He tried his best to sound vaguely ticked off, but still compliant. Judging by the look on his supposed master's face, he succeeded in only the second part.
"You may ask that again."
"Where am I, sir?"
"My home. You are still in the United States, but I took you over state lines."
None of this was helpful in the slightest, but Ezra figured it was the best he was going to get.
He lived near enough to the borders of Idaho, Oregon, and even Montana that he could have easily been taken to any of them.
"Why am I here, sir?"
"Because I thought you would make a good pet."
Ezra's stomach dropped.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. It isn't anything horrid. I'm not going to hurt you, unless you harm me or attempt escape. You should be grateful, really. I'm a lot kinder than most of the masters you could have gotten stuck with."
The term human trafficking sprung to Ezra's mind. He had never thought to worry about such a thing happening to him. It always seemed so removed from his normal suburban life.
"Can you tell me what happened, sir?"
Sir. How he loathed that word. It was meant to refer to a person he respected, and his captor sure as hell didn't qualify.
But he needed information. And he needed a plan. Faked respect was his best bet, and he would use it to its fullest extent.
"Well, let me see..." His captor considered for a moment how best to explain. "I saw you at that shopping mall. Do you remember?"
Of course he remembered. Ezra hung out in that concrete, capitalistic place of congregation every week.
It had always seemed so...pleasant.
Graphic t-shirts, warm pretzels, loose change jangling in pockets, luke warm carbonated drinks, bad hair dye, and casual socialization.
Sure, it was only a way to cope with the dreaded outside world. Spend five bucks on a drink to pretend you aren't in credit card debt, buy a fun piece of clothing to make yourself feel better, avoid becoming an alcoholic by gorging on salty pretzels that only ever seemed to make you hungrier.
The mall was routine. It seemed safe.
What he didn't remember was being kidnapped.
"I don't remember you," he said. "I mean sir," he hastily added. "The last thing I remember was feeling ill from a bit of food poisoning in the food court and walking out to the parking lot."
"It wasn't food poisoning. I drugged you. It was so easy too. You kept leaving your drink unattended. I noticed that habit in you for weeks."
This remark set off a phantom cascade of crushed ice falling under Ezra's shirt collar and sliding down his back.
"You always seemed like such a sweet thing. Tipping cashiers and complimenting every other person. Such a sunny disposition too. I am very surprised that I was the first person to sink my teeth into you, so to speak."
Was that it then? He had seemed "sweet," so some stranger decided to drug and kidnap him? Had every good deed only brought him closer to this insane fate?
No. This was not going to be his fate. He was going to cooperate, and then, when his captor finally trusted him enough to let his gaurd down, he would make his escape.
There was no point in rushing, not if his captor wasn't going to hurt him. He just had to bide his time.
"And you're so pretty too," his captor continued. "I know a few men who would wear your face as a mask sooner than saying hello. No, no, you're much better off with me. I'll take care of that pretty face of yours."
He trailed his fingers down his captive's cheek.
"I've admired your smile from afar for much too long. Waiting for my golden opportunity was simply torturous."
Ezra wasn't smiling.
"I was so paranoid that someone else would find you. I considered taking you from your bed, of course. But I didn't want to leave any evidence. So many people go to the mall, a few of my stray hairs won't mean anything to an investigation. And I didn't take you until you were already in the parking lot. No security footage. I checked."
Hot tears pricked the corners of Ezra's eyes. Despite all his pragmatic reasoning, he still found himself overwhelmed by the enormity of his situation.
He didn't know where he was. There wasn't any evidence of kidnapping. He had ghosted his friends all too often, mostly out of depression. They wouldn't be concerned by him not responding to their messages.
In short, he was completely screwed over by a demented stalker and his own poor social skills.
"Oh, don't cry." His kidnapper pulled Ezra's head up, so that it was resting on his chest.
Despite Ezra's best efforts, hot tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He hated not being able to move his hands and wipe them away.
"Angel," his captor whispered. "I should have realized that this would be too much for you. Oh, I tried so very hard to be kind. To make waking up as easy for you as I could. These first few days are going to be rough. I know that. But you'll learn to be happy with me, just give it time."
Ezra sobbed and melted into his captor's warm embrace, allowing his lavender perfume to smother him.
Despite its obvious falseness, the comfort was pure bliss. He wanted to ignore his troubles for a few hours and cry himself asleep in his captor's arms.
His captor began undoing the knot holding Ezra's arms behind him, pull the strips of fabric off, and drop them on the living room floor.
To his relief, Ezra's sore muscles were finally allowed to move. He fought the urge to run, knowing that it would only cause him more suffering.
Instead, he hugged his captor, still an uncontrollable sobbing mess.
A familar, detached sense of pain overcame him. This all was a dream. It had to be.
But still he wept, unable to bring himself to do anything else.
His captor held him close.
"I love you," he whispered soothingly. "I want you to know that. You will be happy here. I'll keep you clothed, clean, and fed. You won't have to worry about anything. No twenty-four hour news cycle. No war, famine, and disease. No abuse and neglect. I will treat you with all the kindness, affection, and care you have always deserved. And I'm only sorry that I didn't give you the chance to come willingly. I was so afraid of scaring you off."
That sounded like hell and heaven all rolled into one. It reminded Ezra of the best promises weaved by fascism, while it went about ignoring its bloody history.
His captor didn't love him. He couldn't delude himself on that point. All his captor had was obsession and mental health problems. What he needed was serious help, not a human pet.
But it was tempting to stay like this forever. Warm and comfortable. Letting his captor keep his promises. Not having debt and the constant risk of homelessness. Living somewhere his toxic friendships and familial connections could never bother him again.
Ezra felt truly pathetic. Had his depression and anxiety really gotten bad enough that he was considering becoming a pet to his kidnapper? And for what, cuddling and empty promises?
He took control of his breathing and was, at long last, able to wipe the tears from his face with his long sleeve.
"Please," he whispered, his voice breaking.
"Please what?" his captor asked, his voice drenched with sympathy.
"Please let me go...sir. I know that you mean well. But I can't stay here. I have to leave."
Another sob choked him, and sent him collapsing into his captor's open arms. The act betrayed a nonexistant lie.
"Oh, darling. I'm afraid not." He squeezed his new pet in another suffocating embrace. "I can't lose you. Not after everything I've been through to get this far. You're far too perfect to be damaged and discarded by the outside world. I'm not doing this out of cruelty. I'm doing this because I love you. Just give me time. That's all I want."
"Well, I want to go home."
Ezra's body didn't match his words, clinging desperately to his captor, seeking any semblance of comfort from this torment.
God, maybe he would make a good pet, needy and compliant. Sitting on his master's lap, cradled in his arms.
No. He wasn't going to give up. It would be absolute insanity. He had to stay strong internally, even if he showed his captor every sign of weakness.
"I'll give you everything you need," his captor promised. "Our own little Eden."
Ezra's mind felt like it was stuffed with barbed wire, every wicked point concealed by a cotton ball.
His friends would report him missing eventually, even if it took them a few months to realize he wasn't intentionally ghosting them.
Patience, he simply needed patience.
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24. "You're trembling." steban/ulixes
The whole mess starts like this: one afternoon, Ulixes doesn't turn up to the reading group meeting.
His absence is a stark confrontation with the fact of how alone Steban is. Thus far, as long as at least Ulixes was still coming to the meetings regular as clockwork, Steban could go on with business as usual and put off reckoning with how solipsistic his little pretense at a revolutionary cell has become. Pretend like any educating of anyone in matters of radical theory was still being done here... like other members could walk in at any moment and give the whole thing a purpose again. Now, with Ulixes absent, Steban sits and waits and drinks too much coffee and feels, though he tries to ignore it, a bit like an idiot with his metaphorical dick in his hand.
He considers his options: he could go out and try to recruit again, he could go to bed and have a depressive episode, he could do serious self-critique about where the reading group went astray and why, he could wallow in his misery about driving his friends away with leftist infighting. He could disband the reading group. He could steal Cindy's pyrholidon and get high. He could go to Uli's apartment and start a huge fight about his perceived betrayal. He could get high, go to Uli's apartment, and have a sobbing breakdown about how Uli is his only friend and Uli's absence would destroy his life.
All those destructive impulses are eventually pushed aside, and Steban decides he will go to Uli's apartment, to check if there's something wrong with him. Uli has never missed a meeting before. Maybe it's not betrayal yet. Maybe there's something he needs...
When he, an hour later, knocks on Uli's door, Ulixes opens looking perturbed and disheveled, but at least he doesn't seem sick or hurt.
"Hi," Steban says. "You--"
"Oh no. The meeting..." Ulixes looks so caught out and almost frightened that whatever was left of Steban's sense of betrayal immediately evaporates. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to miss it, I've been out all day and... I only just came back here, you have to believe me..."
Steban raises a hand. He doesn't like seeing his friend so anxious. "It's alright. What's going on?"
Ulixes suddenly slumps against the doorframe, his skinny form bending like a defeated reed. "It's Comrade Reading, he's... gone missing."
Ah, yes, Required Reading. Uli's new kitten. Uli's new kitten that Steban is all support for, because Uli having a gentle, non-violence-related hobby must be encouraged... as long as the cat doesn't come close enough to Steban to shed hair on him.
Steban likes houseplants. They're his preferred way of existing alongside nature as a communist should. They're pretty, quiet, predictable, and can be raised according to a manual. They don't yell at him in the middle of the night, or scratch him, or bite him, or break his things, or shit in a box he has to clean, or mess up his cleanly, tidy, pleasant little apartment. Besides, something about this particular cat is... strange. It meows and purrs and cuddles and plays and whatever else the things do, but there's something Steban can't put his finger on that is... weird. The less he sees of it, the better.
Still, if Uli wants a cat, a cat he shall have. If Uli wants to spend every moment of his free time with a cat and not his human best friend who can actually carry a conversation and doesn't smell like litterbox, well... so be it. Who is Steban to question his tastes?
"I opened the door briefly to get the mail and he darted out past me," Ulixes is saying. "I've been looking for him all day."
"Oh," Steban says, then makes an effort to imbue his voice with more sympathy, "I mean... oh."
Now, he expects, is when Uli is going to channel his concern for his pet into rage, the way he usually does, and vow some vague idea of vengeance onto the universe for making this happen to him. Now he'll say something over the top like swearing to murder whoever should dare harm or withhold his cat from him in several grisly and overly specific ways that will leave Steban a mixture of nauseated and fondly exasperated, because it's clear that while Ulixes dreams (in graphic detail) of violence, he has never actually experienced it up close, and these fantasies are just how he copes, and...
"This is all my fault," Ulixes whispers, and Steban is shocked to see his eyes beneath his glasses growing damp, "I'm so bad at this, and now I messed it all up."
He sits down on his desk chair and buries his head in his hands. "Why did I ever think I could take care of something? He could die out there, and it's my fault."
There's nothing for it. Steban's still not exactly fond of the cat, but... seeing Ulixes this quietly devastated turns the world inside out. Steban thinks, I need you like I need my limbs and blood and beating heart, and puts his hand on Uli's shoulder. "We'll look for him together."
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They make missing posters and print them on campus, and Steban volunteers to help put them up around Uli's neighborhood. They spend the rest of the day looking for Required Reading, even when it gets dark, even when it starts to rain. Eventually, Steban makes Uli take a break. Ulixes resists it, but at some point, he does have to sleep. Steban stays with him as their rain-soaked clothes dry over the heater, and softly reassures him as he drifts into an uneasy sleep.
Two days go by. The rain doesn't let up. Ulixes keeps searching for Required Reading, and Steban supports him, though privately he's beginning to lose hope for the whole endeavor. Revachol is gigantic, and there are myriads of ways for a very small cat to vanish in it. And of course Steban is sad for Uli's sake, because Uli really loved - loves - that cat, and taking care of something small and vulnerable has revealed a new side of him, one that Steban finds intriguing. But... a part of him, a part he tries to ignore because he's not quite comfortable with having it in him to think so lowly, is... not too bothered by the prospect of things going back to how they were before Required Reading appeared. Back when he- when the reading group had Uli's undivided attention. When Uli was focused on him the cause. When Uli would look at him with adoring eyes and--
Stop, Steban tells himself. That's a scummy way to think, and wholly inappropriate when it comes to your comrade. Of course you want him to get his cat back.
He should interrogate that entire train of thought, practice self-critique and remind himself of the incompatibility of Mazovian thought with such... greedy possessiveness. But he's not ready to examine himself in this instance, so he pushes it all down and out of sight.
It's ironic then that, on the third day, Steban finds the cat first.
He's on his way to Uli's apartment. It's still raining and he doesn't have an umbrella, so he's steadily getting soaked through. All he really wants is to get out of the weather. Still, he pauses when he hears, from across the deserted square, a tiny cry, like a baby, or a...
...kitten.
They've pinned one of the missing-cat-posters to a lamppost on the sidewalk here three days ago. Now, under the lamppost, crouched under a soggy, discarded newspaper that offers only scant protection from the elements, there he is, meowing plaintively for help: Required Reading. His fur is plastered to his body with rainwater, but it is him.
(It would be so easy for a passerby to recognize that this is the cat on the poster. Almost as if he sat himself down here on purpose... but surely that's impossible. Cats can't read, or recognize themselves on pictures.)
(Weird.)
Steban shakes his head. It's probably just a coincidence. He'd better scoop the cat up before he runs away, hope he doesn't get his arms scratched up, and bring the little thing home to Uli. Cautiously, he steps closer.
Sigh. Here goes nothing...
Suddenly, he hesitates. A thought unfolds...
Maybe he could just... keep walking. Pretend he didn't see. Ulixes would never know. He'd be sad for a while, but eventually he'd recover, and then they'd spend time in their meetings again like they used to... no more cat hair on his clothes, no more mess, no more having to feign interest in an animal he honestly finds a bit off-putting... and Uli's attention would not waver again, and Steban would never have to ask himself what he even is without Ulixes.
He stands in silence while the rain beats down.
Required Reading has stopped crying. He's seen Steban and, doubtlessly, recognized him. He doesn't scamper up to him like Steban supposed he might. He simply looks at Steban with eyes that seem way too intelligent, and in this moment Steban is convinced that somehow the cat knows what he's thinking. Knows that Steban is considering abandoning him here.
Weird!
Or maybe that's just his conscience?
"This is nonsense," Steban mutters to himself. Of course he's going to bring the cat back to Uli. Because that's the right thing to do, and it'll take the anguish off of Uli's mind, and surely Uli will be so relieved and thankful. Steban can just picture it: his normally reserved friend smiling and hugging Required Reading close to him, and maybe then he'll set the cat down and hug Steban, too, and express his gratitude and regard for how Steban went above and beyond for him... maybe there'd even be a kiss on the cheek in it for him...
But no. Why would there be? Steban is used to kisses from his family members as casual displays of affection, that is just their way, but if Ulixes did that... if Ulixes kissed him on the cheek, it would be different, it would mean something.
Despite the rain, he blushes. What is this thought? What is he considering here? And anyway, he's not supposed to do things because he expects a reward. Again, what an inappropriate thought to have, about a comrade no less. He can't just stand here getting lost in... whatever this is. There's a task to do.
Slowly, carefully, telegraping his movements, he crouches down and reaches for Required Reading. By some miracle, the cat doesn't spook. He lets Steban scoop him up, his small, shivering body almost eclipsed completely by Steban's slender hands.
"Aww, pobrecito," Steban murmurs, dutifully, because that seems like the sort of thing one says. "You're trembling... come here, let's get you home."
"Mrreeep," Required Reading says, huddling closer to Steban's body heat.
Steban tucks him underneath his jacket and continues on his way. It's still pouring down upon him, and the cat sneezes into his armpit, but he barely notices, his head swimming with thoughts of what awaits him: the warm and dry apartment, maybe some hot coffee, the opportunity to bring Ulixes a wonderful surprise, the dread and self-recriminations leaving his comrade's face and being replaced with joy, the feel of his body pressed against Steban's in an exuberant embrace, the gentle rasp of his beard against Steban's own stubble when the--
Hm.
As Required Reading, bundled up under his jacket, starts to purr, Steban begins his struggle to contend with the fact that, apart from everything else he's got going on already, he now apparently dreams of his comrade's kiss.
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My Mate-Adam Warlock x Reader
Summary: Your team has to find a way to save Rockets life. New enemies appear and sovereign being known as Adam Warlock is entranced by you. How will he react when he meets you?
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(Wrote an Adam Warlock one shot a long time ago, but wanted to write an official one with Will Poulter as Adam this time. Hope it's good and I apologize if it seemed rushed and credits for the person who made the gif. Also I'm laughing at the haters who now love Will Poulter and made fun of my crush on him long ago.)
I was taking down a couple of Christmas lights that were still being clung to the ceiling to one of the buildings, a party we had thrown Peter a few weeks with the help of everyone. Though I do wish Peter would've helped, I went to see him but saw him drunk with plenty of bottles scattered around him.
"Mantis, do you think you can wake Peter up?" I call out to her.
"I'll try my best, I'll ask Nebula to help him wake up." Mantis began to search for Nebula and watched them together enter where Peter was. Groot was nearby helping Rocket with a couple of things.
I stopped what I was doing and could feel something wasn't right. Looking around I noticed no one was around and in an instant I felt a gush of wind and the sound of a broken window. I fell back but regained my posture and I looked above and saw Rocket being taken away.
"Rocket!" I cry out when I see Rocket with his eyes closed now.
I began to climb up a couple of stairs and tried reaching at whoever suddenly came to kidnap Rocket from us. I continued to run through the roofs and could hear see below me, Nebule and Groot trying stopping him but he kept avoiding our attacks at first. I grabbed hold of my sword and started walking quickly towards a tall man in red and golden armor.
"Hey! Golden boy!" I shout raising my sword towards him not planning on sparing him if he were to harm Rocket in about way.
The man furrows his eyebrows together continue to hold the raccoon. I hear quick footsteps approach me and look back to see Peter and Nebula.
"You want the easy or hard way, buddy?" Peter says holding onto his blasters.
The tall man in front of me finally speaks. "Who is she?" I ask the man asks continuing to look at me.
Everyone looks around not knowing who he is referring to. "What?"
"Her. That woman next to you." My eyes widen when I see the tall man pointing at me.
"What the hell is he talking about?" Nebula says glaring at him and standing in front of me with Peter.
Peter seemed uneasy and takes his fighting position, "Look man, just go back to where you came from-"
"Every since I was released from the cocoon I've been having strange feelings, confusion and loneliness being the most effective. Now I realize what I need, You."
My eyes widen being surprised at what he's saying and seeing Peter turn to glance back at me with a weird expression.
"You're not making any sense man." He tells the sovereign. "(Y/N), sneak out as fast as you can." Peter mutters under his breath.
"I've been so lonely, I only desire to be with my mate. That human is pleasant to my eyes. Thus I choose her." He says looking at me.
"Whoa whoa I make my own decisions with who I decide to stay or leave. I barely know you!" I exclaim yet can't help the blush spread across my face.
Peter continues to try and block me from him. "Ayesha must've sent this himbo. Alright! You can have her only if you leave." Peter makes a face and see Nebula shaking her head.
"You are not going to put her at bait." She warns him.
"I have a plan.."
"Some of your plans don't work out Peter!"
"I have a right in all of this. And you!" I pushed right last Peter and stepped closer to the tall golden man. "Kidnapping is not okay, especially if you plan on taking something that doesn't belong to you." I point and felt Nebula pulling my arm so I can step back.
We stared at the man who seemed confused and stayed silent for a couple of seconds. "I can't?"
I sigh loudly and face palmed myself. "Are you serious?!"
The man now seemed completely taken back, almost on the verge of tears at my sudden raise of voice. "I was taken out of my cocoon early." Is all he says.
The man seems like a being built like no other species has. He's clearly Ayesha's son. He looks like a god, tall, muscular and seems threatening..but he's…kinda dumb. I tilt my head wondering how he acts looks completely to how menacing he could look to others. For the short while I've see him he acts child like, irrational not knowing exactly what to say or do..
"He's an asshole, that's what he is." Peter says interrupting my thoughts, he now steps forward with me. "Hand us our friend over." Peter says when the man held onto Rocket.
"Alright, we already gave him a warning." The three of us began to fight him, or attempted to since he was too strong for us, Groot also tried to but got cut with only his head remaining. Nebula was quickly thrown to the ground and beaten with only Peter remaining trying to fight back.
I threw Peter my sword so he would continue the fight and I quickly was about run to Mantis's side when I heard her cry until I was tripped and quickly caught myself and saw the man standing back in front of me.
I positioned my fists up ready to fight him back. "I won't go easy on you." I threw the first punch, punching the side of his face, then was about to do it again but he began avoiding it, not fighting back at me.
I groaned angrily and tried to hit him but he would avoid me. "Quit dodging me and fight!" I shouted at him when all he did was simply trip me again. I glare at him and quickly got to my feet.
"You really are a strange man."
"Thank you." He said almost smiling.
"That wasn't a compliment." I bluntly tell him
"My name is Adam if you are wondering."
"I don't care. You hurt my friend." I managed to hit him again and quickly Peter came to my side and began to help me defeat Adam but we were unsuccessful and he left.
Time is quickly running out for us. We've been in search of the High Evolutionary, our friend Rocket is fighting for his life. We had arrived to counter earth and I was guarding the shop with Gamora, well new Gamora from the different timeline.
"I missed you, you know." Was the first thing I said, unsure of what to say since the silence was a bit awkward. I awkwardly adjusted my blue suit and started playing with the sleeves.
"I don't know who you are." Gamora replied glancing back at me.
I decided to say nothing more and crossed my arms over my chest. We used to be an amazing team with her, if it weren't for Thanos past Gamora would still be with us.
"Hey..look." both of us stood up and when we did the ground began to shake. I ran closer to inspect outside and saw that the planet was blowing itself up. This was all planned then. Everyone will die here.
"Gamora, I need you to try and contact either Peter or Drax."
"Hey! Where are you going?!" She shouted when she saw me running outside of the Bowie.
"Trying to save any one I can!" I continued to run outside and saw many of counter Earth's citizens running for their lives, others unfortunately died in the fire. Some of them recognized me of when we landed and began to follow me when I began to motion for them to follow me.
"No where the hell is Mantis and Drax?!" I ask myself and panting while continuing to run.
Another loud and huge explosion happened and I watched the High Evolutionary's ship now beginning to ascend. That's where Peter is! I began to run now faster when the ground beneath my feet started to shake.
"Shit!" I cursed now running faster towards the ship again, I nearly fell when the ground started to crack and fall down. Damn it in not gonna make it!
I continued to run until I didn't feel my feet on the ground, I slipped down and I reached my hands out and tried holding onto the ground above me tight. I cried out and tried pulling myself up but the ground continued to shake and I slipped again. I closed my eyes tight and was prepared to die.
Only that I didn't fall. Well, I did fall but I didn't hit my head as hard as I thought. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself inside Peter's ship, I looked to my side and saw a small creature, a Blurp wagging itself and his what I assume owner now fainted by my feet.
"Adam?" I stared down at him surprised and I reached carefully down and poked him. He's unconscious. So he's the one who saved me.
I jumped in my spot when I heard Gamora cursing and she appeared in front of me. "Where were you?! Never mind help me get him up, I'm going to tie him up."
Gamora walked past me and made it to Adams side. "Now!" She ordered. If I were to disobey her we would have a fight, so I did as she said and helped Gamora tie Adam down. The small Blurp had peed when Gamora shouted at it and felt safe with Adam so it stayed with him while Gamora and I went back to control the ship.
The Guardians of the Galaxy and I were safe, everyone of us survived though mostly disbanded. The High Evolutionary was now dead for all the suffering he placed on innocent animals. Knowhere was now a refuge for people in need. Gamora went back with the Ravagers…Mantis left to discover herself..and Peter left back for Earth.
Drax and Nebula would look after the many experimented children we rescued on the enemies ship. They would make sure they would find a home and look after Knowhere and the rest of it's citizens.
I felt like staying. I wanted to continued helping people, so I stayed with the original Guardians. Rocket and Groot.
Now we had a new members, new Guardians to protect the planet. Kraglin, Cosmo, Phyla Vell and Adam Warlock with his pet Blurp.
I zipped up my suit and got myself comfortable sitting next to Adam. "I never properly thanked you for saving back then." I said nudging him and saw him tense up.
"N-No problem, (Y/N). Glad I can finally be of proper help. I apologize for calling you..my mate." He muttered the last bit and seemed embarrassed by it not scratching his golden hair
I giggle and smiled looking at him. "It was weird but adorable of you to stay that." I reached down and scratched Blurps head and saw it scratching itself with it's back paws.
"We should hang out more often. I know of a place that makes delicious meals, Kraglin and Cosmo recommended it to me. I'll even teach you good songs to listen to, every great 80's and old songs Peter and I used to listen."
"Hang out? Like the t-two of us or the whole team?" Who knew I could have a god stuttering over a simple thing.
I shrugged my shoulders and saw Blurp raving over to Adam and sitting itself over his lap. "I would like to know more about you, so yes, only the two of us should hang out. I don't think our Captain would mind."
I raised my voice and saw Rocket holding onto his gun and turning back to look at us. "Whatever love birds. You can do whatever you want with each other after we finish this mission."
"I am Groot."
"I know it'll just be a date. Why you gotta mention that?!" Rocket said looking up at his partner.
Adam and I stood back up and I reached up to grab his shoulder and felt himself tense back up and shiver. "You're invited to join us next time. So, Adam…"
I turn to look up at him and smiled, "Ready for our date after this?
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bonny-kookoo · 1 year
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Jungkook: Take It All [2]
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In which your fate had always been predetermined- but fate is a flickering flame, ready to change and morph at any given moment.
Tags/Warnings: ABO au, Alpha!Jungkook, shut up, omega!reader, shut up², anyone remember this?, well I do so open up babybird here's me feeding you another chapter
Additional Chapter Warnings: attempted murder, arson
Length: mid
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You can't do this.
Leaving Jungkook behind was one thing you could somewhat stomach. He was like a fever dream after all; a perfect mate and partner if only the circumstances had been different, though even then, logically, it would've never worked out.
You're not a leading person, you've got no drive to be at the head of a pack- so running away with him to start your own would've never worked out even if you wanted to. But right now, as you stare at the letter sent from Han, the man you're being admired (or more so demanded) by, you're sure anything would be better than the situation you're in right now.
It's why you pack your most necessary items right now, trying to keep the suspicion low on yourself, so no one was to tell the man that you're about to flee the scene.
Within the forest, you try to be quiet. As a female, you can't shift, so you completely have to rely on your senses to lead you where you need to go. The shed deep in the woods is your last effort to sit out Han's patience and hopefully make him loose interest in you, so that both your life and pack stays free and untied to his rather unstable emotions.
And for a while, it seems to work.
Days go by without a single letter, or any hint that he knows of your whereabouts. He surely must've given up on you to let it all rest like this, and for a moment, you believe that there might be a chance to travel back and find Jungkook even- at least attempt to find him, no matter if he's moved on as well or not.
But then you wake up coughing, eyes stinging immediately as you open them.
The shed is filled with smoke and glowing flames, everything in front of your makeshift bed already burning brightly. And one look outside shows the man you've been trying to run away from all along, holding the burning torch before he throws it to the ground, dead patch of grass catching the flames almost instantly as he turns and leaves you do die in the fire he'd set.
Just like he said; he will have you, one way or another. And if he can't , none ever will.
He'd threatened it before, and you know he's a man of his word. There's nothing he'd shy away from if it meant it would get him the prize he craves- in this case your life, your home, your pack. He's a hungry soul, never satisfied, always craving more than he has, even if he has it all.
He's the sin of gluttony reborn, it seems.
You've been running, trying to escape the fate you've known had always been set into stone for you- he'd told you so himself, that once your pack was his, he'd chain you to himself by the means of a bite, and there would be nothing you could do.
And you know what he meant with that.
The roof breaks and tumbles down, threatening to bury you beneath, when you hear the thundering footsteps on the ground somewhere, sounds of fighting heard outside of your walls that barely hold together at this point, and you pray that whoever tries to go against Han can at least escape with their life. Everything you want is for it to just be over- no one should fall into harms way for you.
And then it's quiet, save for the flicking flames around you, and wood giving up on the structure. Your eyes are closed as you hear someone approaching- probably to take you with him now, as you try and at least stand your ground, eyes opening to look at the man your heart simply doesn't want.
But the wolf that's standing in the wooden shed you'd been hiding in doesn't wear the sandy brown coat of Han. It's not his cherrywood eyes in which the flames reflect as if they're raging inside them that are staring at you. It's not his fangs that bite into the burning wood trying to save you from drowning in the heat that's trapping you inside this place, despite the danger he's facing himself, flames licking at his fur and skin.
No- his coat is darker than the burned walls of the shed, and those eyes that remind you of molten glass belong to one wolf only.
The one that said he'd change your fate.
You want to say his name, but all you can get out is coughing as you struggle to breathe, as he leans his head down for you to grab onto. You know it must hurt, it must hurt a lot- but you want to survive, because if he's here, that means there's hope, that means he at least fought off the man trying to kill you in sick twisted desire. It means there's a chance of a future for you.
Outside, he runs off into the woods for a good moment, leaving you to somewhat limp towards a stream of eater to drink and soothe your throat, when suddenly, a hand holds your hair out of your way.
You know it's Jungkook. His scent is everywhere.
"..why?" You ask, sitting in the soft grass as you turn around to find him watching you with a warm gaze.
He simply sits down next to you, holding your arm out before he gets some water into his hand, letting it cool the already angry red burns on your skin. "I told you " He simply shrugs, tending to your wounds. "I'll change your fate."
"He will come back.." you start, but he shakes his head, avoiding your eyes.
"He won't." He simply shakes his head, occupying himself by helping you. "Never again." He mumbles, and its only now that you notice the red stains on his neck, remnants of what you can't be sure is his blood-
Or someone else's.
"You-" you start, but he simply looks over to a lump of fur on the ground, close to the burning shed.
"Its not my first time taking a life." He confesses. "But I was hoping I wouldn't have to do it again." He explains.
"Then why?" You ask, and he slowly turns back towards you.
"Because you deserve a choice." He tells you. "And as long as he was to live, he wouldn't have given you one."
That much is true. He's right in that as long as Han would've been alive, he would've tried to get you under his claws, no matter the cost. But what hits you most about his answer is that he's not justifying his actions by claiming you- he doesn't give you the answer of 'I want you instead', no. He gives you a choice.
For the first time, someone is giving you the power to decide your own fate.
"And if I choose to stay with you?" You say, making his eyes widen a bit as he looks at you- before they soften.
"Then I'll gladly keep you at my side-" He nods, leaning in to place a kiss against your neck, right where your bonding mark would be, "-for as long as you want."
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chain-link-smut · 6 months
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Hello Beautiful Beasties!
Sorry for not posting this yesterday, life got a little too crazy. Two posts will be done today.
Smut-tember 23, Day 22: Warriors x Reader(Fem) - Panic
Summary: A playful night in bed triggers Warriors into a PTSD panic attack. Cia had done a number on him and all he wants is for you to make the memories go away.
Content caution: A blinding PTSD panic attack gets a little physical, but no harm done. (I will be doing something related to Cia for Febuwhump where she unlocks all of Wild's memories. It'll be a 2pt thing, but the second part is Warriors x Wild smut and Wild just wants better memories. I'll be posting the two parts seperatly on here and Ao3.)
Word count: 1,230
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“GET HER OFF! GET HER AWAY!”
The sudden scream coming from Wars startled you, especially since you were the one in his lap, riding him just as he asked you to, his hands tied behind his head with his own scarf. He had been laughing as you playfully nipped at the tip of his ear, collarbone, close to a nipple and at his upper ribs. He had tried to catch your lips with his own, but he was too slow.
Outside the window, the weather took a turn. White filled the room as lightning struck somewhere nearby, the building shaking in its wake. Rain pounding the ground, creating music with the howls of the wind. It was your favorite type of weather. You hummed a happy note, enjoying the sounds outside and it caused you to miss the warning signs of Warriors slipping into a panic attack fueled by his PTSD. You didn’t see his pupils grow wide in fear, breathing growing shorter and the slight tremble in his hands and legs until it was too late.
In shock, you couldn't predict that he would nearly rip his scarf in half to get his hands free and you didn’t think that you would ever have to fight against him, but here you were with him on top of you with no recollection of who you were.
You locked your legs around his midsection, restricting his breathing to slow him down. He didn't try hurting you, just getting you to a more submissive position for his own control. You tried snapping him out of it by saying his birth name. His eyes tried to see through the fog, dilation getting worse then better.
You two rolled off the bed with a loud thud before continuing to grapple. You cursed after screaming for Time and Twilight’s help, remembering that you casted a silence spell. You tried to use Warriors name again to wake him from the images that were playing, but it wasn’t working. Freeing one of your hands for more than a second was proving to be difficult, but finally you did and you did the only thing you could think of. This was something you had seen Sun do to Sky when he became impossible to wake and it worked like a charm. You apologized the whole time you reached for Warriors nipple and gave it a hard twist, stimulating pain to override the panic.
Warriors hollered and released you, sitting up on his knees. You let your legs fall to the side, sighing and thanking whoever was listening for that small trick. Wars rubbed his chest while giving a curse or two. He stopped and looked down at you and you could see it all clicking together in his mind of what happened. “Oh gods… I’m sorry, I am so sorry! Are you okay, did I hurt you? Please tell me I-”
You made him stop by pulling him back down on top of you, arms around his neck. “I’m okay, I swear. I should have been paying more attention, but I wasn’t.”
He was stiff, not holding onto you until you squeezed a little bit firmer. He relaxed into your embrace and buried his face into your neck.
“What happened?” You asked in a voice barely a whisper.
“Memories.”
Carding gentle fingers through his hair, you asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head no. You didn’t mention how your shoulder began to feel damp when you asked, “Is there any way I can help?”
“Make me forget? I just want to forget, even if it's only for tonight.” He lifted his face to look down at you. “Help me forget?”
You placed both hands on his cheeks, enjoying how he sighed and pressed more into your palms. If there was anything you could do for him, you wanted to. You brought him down to your lips for a delicate kiss that became dire. He whined beautifully into the fierce lip-lock, robbing you of air as his tongue caressed yours.
The night went from playful tease to a passionate dominance that he needed so he could erase the thought of being under Cia’s wickedness. You pulled his hair when he bit harsher than normal, leaving angry red marks. His grip was bruising on your hips while rutting between your legs and you knew that once there were bruises, that he would lift your tunic at night and apply affectionate pecs to the area without an apology.
You wrapped your legs around him for a different reason now as he plunged back into you, ridding the emptiness you had been feeling. There was no keeping you two quiet as the brutal pace was set. Your back stayed arched nearly the whole time as is cock reached parts of you that made your toes curl, lungs aching from rowdy moans forced from them.
When he pulled you up into his lap, not relenting on his desires related to your body, you left long red welts along his skin. The action had him gasping and begging for more. You bit his bottom lip while doing the next set of lines and in return, he tugged on your hair (properly).
He refused to stay in one place as he fucked all coherent thoughts from both his and your mind. From the sitting position of the floor, you two somehow made it to your feet, well Warriors feet since he was holding you. He had you against the wall, hands spreading you apart, mouth sucking and nipping harshly on any exposed skin he could.
From there it was the bed, him below you. You rode him until he pulled out of you, telling you to face the headboard. You hung your hands up on the top, wiggling your hips at him. He gave a few delicious slaps to your ass before his cock made its way back inside your clenching in want entrance. This quickly became you new favorite position as he kept his front flush to your back, hands switching their attention from your hips, clit, breast, throat then back down to wherever he wanted to be.
You laid your head back on his shoulder, presenting your neck for him to assault with his lips and teeth. He of course did, neither caring that it was going to be seen by the others in the morning. With an animalistic growl that could put Twilight to shame, Wars wrapped a strong around you so you wouldn’t move away. He never once eased his thrusting, but now he was doing things to your clit that had you grabbing his thigh and arm just to hold onto something and it all came crashing as he manipulated your body into hitting one of your greatest climaxes, him following second behind you.
Warriors went from ruthless passion to the attentive lover, soothing your nerves and skin with a soft touch. Neither were in any way shape or form able to move from the spot you collapsed to on the bed to do more than just cover with a thin sheet.
His forehead rested on the back of your neck, warm puffs of air telling you that he had fallen asleep. You smiled, praying that he didn’t see whatever he saw earlier, allowing him to forget just for tonight the horrors of the war.
Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤
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idiot-mushroom · 1 year
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Is the hidden city a thing in your au? Is that where they live?
Was the Hamato clan more cult than clan? Is the Foot? Is Karai in this au? What is the history between the Foot and the Hamato? More specifically with splinter and shredder?
Do the boys choose to go on missions, or was it more expected of them? Like did splinter train them with a purpose in mind? Or was it more, 'we're here and we can help so might as well'?
What are each of their go to coping mechanisms for dealing with a bad day or when splinter is being antagonistic but they can't get away from it?
Hidden City Tid-bit Info: The hidden city is in this au!! Draxum lives there but for simply that fact and Splinter just not liking it bc yokai don’t rlly like mutants (some yokai there are conservative and gatekeep their lifestyle away from mutants bc they think mutants are trashy wannabes) so he lives in the sewers for a lil bit until he finds an affordable apartment where there’s a nice yokai as the landlord.
Hamato + Foot Clan Stuff:
The hamato clan was very cult-like since they are very traditional and derive from ruthless, merciless warriors of old.
The Foot Clan weren’t as such since they were just a clan that would hold a festival of sweets for ‘Shredder’ a demon of chaos and mystic energy that would not harm them if they gave him a legit boatload of candies, cakes, pastries (anything sweet tasting) ect. and wouldn’t eat their souls if they did.
Since Shredder loves eating souls he would go for warriors, soldiers, samurai, ninjas and even street thugs bc they ‘had a taste that resembled that of lilikoi’ and so would usually go for the youth of the Hamato clan. So oneday the Hamato’s snapped and barged into the Foot’s festival of sweets and trapped the Shredder into a pendant which when fed the soul of a truly great Hamato warrior would he arise again.
The Foot doesn’t carry any blood fued with the Hamato’s but Karai does revive the Foot clan to bring Shredder back.
Karai is in this au, but i wanna reveal her way later on, near the kind of middle of my whole plot/storyline for this au.
Splinter was taught about Shredder but thinks the so-called demon is just an old wives-tale
How Did Missions Become A Thing?
They don’t until after they defeat shedder (WAY later in the au with what i think will be the last remaining arcs)
they kinda go out to do teenager shenanigans and run into baddies which they fight (sometimes (sometimes the bad guys just steal from atm machines and the teetlz don’t rlly care))
even so most of the time the bad guys are like actually hurting people/have harassed the teetlz and the turtles basically get pissed and start attacking.
Splinter just wanted to train them so they wouldn’t become ‘fat’ but also self defense bc he didn’t want them to go out and get harassed by humans or yokai for being mutants w/o kicking the said human or yokai in the ass.
Coping Mechanisms:
Leo basically treats the situation less seriously the more it bothers him, and will sass whoever is talking to him (mostly raph but smtimes splinter) which can get him into trouble. But afterwards he does, he just locks himself in his room and has some me-time while he tries to calm down bc if he doesn’t he will have a meltdown down which can trigger panic attacks for him.
Donnie will just take long showers or do something to drown out the noise before he has a meltdown which could trigger a panic attack for him.
Mikey will simply pretend everything is fine and will try to talk to anyone near him so he can try to distract himself from the situation.
Raph will dissociate until things are resolved, sometimes he will even harm himself subconscious (picking his nail beds until they bleed and then more) to just stop being in the moment/feeling bad emotions.
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fatuismooches · 7 months
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Hello smooches, its been a while since i popped up here. Been busy with school since i missed like a whole semester bcs i was hospitalized 💀 now i have to catch up with everything.. (pls send help-) anyway, I hope u and the others are doing well 🙏💞
Also, i want to share a very messy Capitano brainrot or a very random thought that have been plaguing my mind for the past few weeks 💀 and its about him having separation anxiety (or fear of losing someone he loves), especially towards *cough* fragile!reader *cough*
I know it is VERY ooc of him, but to me just the thought of someone like him having that just tug a string in my heart 😔
Just think about it, that man must have been through a LOT before he became known as the strongest individual in teyvat and being feared by many people, even being called a monster bcs of how strong he is when he is on the battlefield. Even how bloody his hands are, there's still "someone" (cough reader cough) who really cares/loves him, accept whoever he is and makes him happy. But suddenly that person fell sick and their health keeps deteriorating everyday while he doesn't know what to do to make his sick lover better? (Sure, he can protect reader from any harm. But, can he protect them from getting unknown disease?) Don't mind me, i'll just lie down here and cry-
Also i have this scenario in my head, like the way he walked so fast as soon as he finally touches the front door of their shared home when he came back from expedition just to find reader. He NEEDS to see them with his own eyes, even though all of his subordinates and their house attendants already told him that reader is fine on the letter he recieved everytime he asks how's the condition of his sick lover.
The moment he sees reader, weakly trying to walk towards him to welcome him, he just basically grabbing onto them and hugged them and they can hear tiny quiet aborted breaths coming from under his.. Helmet(?), mumbling breathy words that sound jumbled together but due to their proximity they can vaguely make out a 'it's okay, they're here, they're still here.. and alive.. and not gone..' Reader, after hearing that and seeing him like this for the first time, it really made their heart squeeze painfully and hugged him tighter
Again i'm so sorry if this doesn't make any sense, i really need to get it out of my head ASAP but i also tried to make it as not messy as possible 😭😭 anyways, i really hope that u have an amazing day smooches! 🙏🛐💞
(It seems that everyone already completed Fontaine really fast, and then there's me who barely have time to play and missed some events in 3.8 too 😭 æügh- rip primogems 😔 also, Neuvillette.. the temptation of wanting to pull for him is too strong after seeing his drip marketing 😩)
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🥝 ANON!!! OH MY GOD I MISSED U SM. I WAS WORRIED BUT IM SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY. Ahh that sounds really stressful I hope you’re making sure to rest and take breaks too :( *hugs you* But I am doing well, thank you 💞💞
But OUH. YOU RETURNED WITH SOME HEART-BREAKING DIDNT YOU 😭. Noooo the way you described his past makes me so sad :( Yes, there are a lot of people who respect him, but of course there will always be people scared of him. His great reputation won’t stop rumors from floating around, but he’s come to accept that. Especially when he has someone as lovely and kind as you, who shows their love without a moment’s hesitation, what other people think doesn’t really matter. Really, he’s come to value your opinion so much, he always takes what you say seriously even when it’s so obvious you’re joking.
OUCHHH I CANT EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS. He’s so used to fighting things, things that have a physical form of course. That’s how he can protect you. But what can he do when sickness has no form? What use is he when he can’t cut through what’s ailing you with his sword? His hands are made for battle and killing but there is nothing he can kill that would make you better. 
Well now you’ve got me thinking about that too 😭 When he walks in he doesn’t even acknowledge his staff, just walks straight to your room to make sure you’re okay. I feel like the Fatui soldiers in his squad have grown to the point where they try to get everything done as soon as possible just so their captain can have even just a moment more of time to spend with you.
He would get so worried just seeing you out of bed, his heart rate would spike for a second and quickly support you and get you back to bed. But first he would just hold you tight, enough so that he can hear your heartbeat, feel your warmth and pulse, and know that you’re still truly here with him. He just needs to know you’re alive, he often finds his hands near your chest and wrist, to feel you breathe in and out. It’s really comforting to Capitano considering how he deals with death every day. After those few words he lets out, you know he didn’t mean for you to hear them, but now you have and you’ll do your best to reassure him. Just guide his big hand to your heart and let him feel the beat of your heart, how as long as he’s by your side you’ll swear to keep it beating for him :(
THANK YOU FOR THIS 🥝 ANON I’ve been missing Capitano a lot and your brain rots with him never fail 😫For the sake of my heart fragile reader got better thank you very much <3 And don’t worry about Fontaine or Genshin in general! It’s not going away and you should focus on yourself and your life first :) But when you do play I promise you’ll have a great time, Fontaine is very pretty and relaxing :) (Yes… join me in pulling for Neuvillette >:)))
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baby scarab || 22
@castielslittledove - i have an idea for the amazing baby scarab miniseries <3
how about some of Harrow’s men found out about y/n after spying on her for a while and then kidnap her as revenge to get to Marc for what he did to Harrow and when they find her they’re really mad and since Jake is the most violent of them all he takes control and kills everyone ti make sure y/n wouldn’t be in harms way ever again? it could be a angsty at the beginning and fluffy at the end (sorry if this was too long!)
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A/N : i tried my best, kinda rushed and short
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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, violence, child abandonment, weapons, abduction, needles. let me know if i missed anything
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last night while steven was making dinner, you hadn’t expected evie to call you, the only reason she did was because she was complaining that you weren’t working yesterday.
and to say that she wants to watch ducks with you at the cafe.
a simple conversation, really.
and now it was the next day, you were off work again and the guys were our moon knighting or whatever they do.
and now you were back at your place.
you were bored, as in hanging your head off the couch to feel the blood rush to your head bored.
khonshu couldn’t entertain you, not that you wanted him to since you still wanted to beat his ass for turning you into a cat yesterday.
you were now watching your favorite show, when you heard the lock click and your ears ring.
‘something’s wrong’
you, marc, jake, and steven all had a special knock, to let each other know that it’s them coming in, but there wasn’t any sort of knock this time.
your eyes widen as the lock clicks again, and the doorknob turns.
you quickly get off the couch and hide behind the door, so that when whoever opens it won’t see you.
you hold your breath as the door slowly creaks open, and you stay planted behind it.
you sense four people, and you’re guessing that they are all men much bigger than you.
you can smell the cigarette smoke and axe body spray.
curse your heightened senses right about now.
you hear heavy footsteps come into your apartment, and see three of the four men start looking around inside.
you bite your lip to keep yourself from making any noise, and you take deep shallow breaths.
you’re lucky you got shoes on, because if you have to make a run for it, it’ll be easier and more efficient.
the man still at the door moves, and you panic when you see him looking right at you from the crack in the door.
he slams it behind him, making you completely open for a hit, but you duck before he can grab you.
the other three men make their way back in the room, and you take a fighting stance ready to defend yourself.
“careful, he wouldn’t want her injured” one of them says, making you confused.
you see one of the guys start coming towards you so you attach a web to the ceiling and swing yourself to kick him back, falling into the counter and hitting his head.
the other three were shocked, but still all came at you at once.
the one closest to you throws a punch, and you catch his fist in your hand and push him back, then you proceed to shoot a web at one of the other men who was about to hit you.
you were busy with these two, failing to notice the guy behind you and by the time you did it was too late.
he grabbed you from behind, holding you in a choke hold, and you feel a sharp prick in your neck.
“you put up quite a fight” the man holding you says cockily as you feel your breathing slow down, and you feel your knees buckle from beneath you.
you try to say something back, but all that comes out is a wheeze and a cough from being choked.
“don’t fight it, we’ll be there soon”
so many thoughts were running through your head, where were these guys taking you? what did they want?
you feel lightheaded and try to fight the urge to close your eyes the best you can, but you ultimately fail.
the last thing you saw was the man from your dream standing in front of you.
and then, nothing.
~~~
marc was the one fronting when they all got home, only half expecting you to be at their place.
you weren’t, and they didn’t think anything of it since it was pretty late, it being almost 9.
marc sighed as the suit faded off of him, as he cleaned off his dirtied hands in the kitchen sink.
“hey, khonshu do you mind going and checking on y/n?” marc asks, and a nod comes from khonshu.
he just wanted to make sure you were okay, and sleeping well.
khonshu suddenly rushed back, and marc turns to him confused while drying his hands.
“what is it? is she okay?” marc asks tensely.
“she’s not there” khonshu uncharacteristically stammers over his words. “you.. you have to see for yourself” he fazes through the walls again.
marc unintentionally ignores steven and jakes worried murmurs, rushing out the door and slamming it shut before running down the hallway and unlocking your door as quick as he can.
he stops once he sees the scene.
your couch was pushed a couple feet away from where it usually was, the pillows scattered on the floor.
the small plants you had lined up on the windowsill, under half of them knocked down with the soil all over the floor.
marc takes a shaky breath, walking in slowly and almost feels like fainting when he sees blood on the ground under your counter, silently praying it wasn’t yours.
“i don’t know how long she’s been gone, but i have a feeling i know where she may be” khonshu cuts in softly.
marc looks at him in hope. “well it’s better than nothing” the suit once again envelopes his body, the glowing white eyes glaring out the window.
“lead the way, khonshu”
~~~
you woke up slowly, and it took all you could to open your eyes.
it was pitch black, but you could sense people near you.
you try to move your arms, but they don’t move considering that they are tied down to the arms of the chair you’re sat in.
you feel something covering your wrists too, so that even if you wanted to you couldn’t shoot webs out of them.
your breathing quickens out of panic as you struggle in the chair you’re in, now feeling that your ankles are also tied to the legs of it.
you then hold your breath as you hear the door click open, and a light switch turn on, making you squint up at the bright light.
a different man comes in, a more calm presence compared to the huge men that took you.
you tense you’re jaw and feel your eyes tear up, but you fight the urge to actually cry.
the man pulls up a chair and sits down in front of you.
“hello, y/n” he starts, not expecting to receive an answer.
you don’t answer, but he keeps talking. “i’m guessing that you don’t know why you’re here”
you nod slowly, refusing to talk.
the man purses his lips and nods, pushing up his sleeves, and you notice a tattoo on his forearm.
it was a scale, it was what marc was looking for when he first met you.
he told you all he could, and they were the bad guys, basically.
“well, your father has passed away and-“ he gets cut off by you chuckling quietly.
“if you think i care that my dad is dead then you’re mistaken” you start, gaining confidence. 
“i don’t know why i’m here, but if it has anything to do with my father then you’ve wasted your time” you grit out at him, but all he does is smile at you.
“oh, we don’t care about that.” he shakes his head. “we just need you to continue your fathers work” he continues to smile at you.
“no”
“i’m sorry, y/f/n harrow, but you don’t really have much of a choice” he keeps smiling while you sit there confused.
“harrow..” you mutter to yourself, remembering what marc and steven told you about the man.
arthur harrow, the man that released ammit. 
you scoff. “my last name is y/l/n” you inform the man, and to that he chuckles.
“ah, victoria y/l/n” the man sighs, looking up at the ceiling and then back to you.
“you don’t know the whole story do you?” he asks rhetorically.
“i know that my parents left me in the street the day i was born” you glare at him.
still smiling at you, he shakes his head. “no” he starts.
“victoria, your mother, she grew tired of your fathers need to release ammit” he clears his throat.
“and once he told her he wanted to drag you- her firstborn- into it she tried to leave him” 
“but of course he didn’t let her, not without you anyways.” he waves his hand around.
“when she gave birth to you, she left. without a trace.” you take deep breaths, refusing to believe this man.
“she tried her hardest to get away, but arthur was faster. it was either her or you, and i bet you can tell who she chose”
your eyes teared up to the point that you couldn’t stop the one tear that fell.
“she gave her life for you, and she didn’t even know if you’d be found in time to live longer than a few hours”
“and thank god you did” he finishes, getting up and grabbing something off a table behind you.
“you’re lying” you grit out, shaking your head slowly but jittery.
“oh i can assure you that i’m not, besides don’t you see him trying to reach out to you?” you turn your head back to see a whole tray willed with all types of needles, knives, anything sharp really and you feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.
“what are you doing?” you ask quickly, your voice shaking.
“oh don’t worry, i’m just taking some blood since you clearly don’t believe anything i just said” he scoffs, bringing the needle towards you.
“i’ll bring back the dna test when joey is done with you” he chuckles, rubbing the needle up and down your arm.
you struggle again against the ropes holding you down, but freeze again when the man lifts up your sleeve so that your forearm is showing.
“no- please don’t- stop!” you jerk away from his every time the needle gets close to your skin.
“stay still or i’ll slit your throat” he snarls into your ear, and he holds your arm down, jamming the needle into it, making you cry out.
you couldn’t watch as the blood was suctioned out of you into the syringe, but you had to once he yanked it out.
“now, i’ll be back” he smiles at you one last time before another guy walks in, coming up beside the guy that just took your blood.
“do what you want, just don’t kill her, he said he wanted her alive” he looks back to you. “a few cuts and scrapes will be no big deal” he waves his hand, pocketing the syringe and leaving.
you stare at the floor, praying that this guy isn’t actually going to do anything to you, and like always you’re proved wrong.
the guy walks behind you to the tray of sharp objects and you let another tear drop into your lap.
you’re breathing quickens as you hear footsteps coming back to you.
“hey, man you don’t have to do this” you nervously smile at him. “i- i have money- i’ll give you anything just please don’t-“ you get cut off by the sudden knife to your throat.
“you’re going to listen to me very carefully” he says quietly.
“every sound you make, is a letter i carve into your skin, for it?” you don’t move or say anything in fear of him actually pressing the knife deeper into your neck.
“i said, got it?” he yanks on your hair as hard as he can which makes you nod.
he lets go of your hair, knife off of your throat but still in hand, and you squeeze your eyes shut once you see his hand ball up into a fist.
it took a second to register the pain in your cheek, and it took everything you had not to make any sort of noise.
“hm. surprising, but don’t get your hopes up, you won’t last long” he chuckles, punching you hard in the stomach, and of course you cried out unintentionally.
your head shot up to the man, who had a grin on his face, and he turned to the arm that hadn’t been touched yet, turning it over so that your palm was face up.
“no no no no- please” you let another tear fall, but all you get is the man laughing in return.
“don’t scream too loud, you might wake the dead” he continues chuckling, pressing the knife into your skin while you let out a wail of pain.
“NO STOP- DON’T DO THIS PLEASE” you could get any more words out after that, all that was heard was your screams and sobs.
the first letter was an ‘h’. and you could only imagine what he was going to carve into you next.
you hoped it wouldn’t get to that point, but not everything goes your way, now does it?
~~~
it took longer than expected for moon knight and khonshu to find you, but as long as they did they would try their absolute hardest to get you back home safe.
jake was in control at the moment, since marc and steven were too out of mind to function properly.
jake knew how to ignore that feeling and get through what he needed to.
he landed on the roof of a dirty old warehouse, peeking over the side and seeing two men outside the main doors.
cursing to himself, he gets back up and is alarmed to see another guy on the roof, facing right at him.
he had a dark red suit on, the helmet having little horns on it.
jake pulled the crescent blades off his chest, preparing for a sudden attack, but the guy put his hands up in surrender.
“you’re here for y/n, aren’t you?” the man in red asks.
“what’s it to you?” jake shoots back, making the man in red scoff.
“listen, i’m here to help you.” he tells the moon knight. “i made a promise, and i’d like to keep it” he says and jake sighs.
“fine” he starts. “but if you turn out to be lying i’ll kill you”
“fair”
“now where’s the fastest way into this place?”
~~~
only a half an hour had passed and there were already five letters carved into your arm.
‘h’
‘a’
‘r’
‘r’
‘o’
we’re the letters.
the taste and smell of blood made you feel like throwing up, but another sound and another round of screaming would rip up your throat even more.
it wasn’t just the carvings in your skin that were your injuries, it was also the hits you’ve taken.
your nose was purple, bleeding from both of your nostrils, bruises littered all over cheeks and a bleeding cut on your forehead.
the blood coming from your nose dripped down your chin, falling with the million tears you’ve shed.
the salty liquid stung the bruises on your cheeks, but it also washed away the blood.
“one more” the man spits onto the ground. “one more and then we are going to to the same to the other arm”
you don’t say anything, knowing he’d finish what he started.
“what? no more snarky insults?” the man hold the bloodied knife to your face, right under your eye.
you take a few shaky breaths, shaking your head.
the man huffs and pokes your bottom lip with the sharp tool.
“i wonder how loud you’d scream if i cut out your tongue” he says casually, and you regret the gasp you let out.
“there it is” he chuckles, digging the sharp edge of the knife into your arm once again, and this time you only let out raspy sobs.
‘w’ the word was finished
he looks you dead in the eye. “to remind you what you are” he spat, throwing the knife aside.
the guy who took your blood then came in with a few papers in his hands.
“yoo-hoo! i have the results” he says chirpily. you glare at him as he waves off the man who just beat you senseless.
“aw, i’m sorry dear i didn’t know he’d actually leave you on the brink of death” he winces.
“anywho, these are further proof that what i told you is correct” he shoves the paper in your face, revealing that you are in fact, blood related to arthur harrow.
“no..” you choke out, shaking your head, your eyes darting around the room.
“yes” he takes the papers back, crumpling them up and tossing them aside.
“now, he’d like to meet you, so wait here” he begins to leave.
“but he’s dead” you rasp out, the man stopping and turning to you.
“he is.” he starts. “we had a human sacrifice and now he’s possessing the body” he turns to leave again and you feel sick to your stomach.
‘human sacrifice..?’
harrows followers would gladly sacrifice themselves to bring him back, even if its possession of a dead body.
the door opens again, and a sickly looking guy walks in and gasps.
“it’s really her” a voice says, not possibly the same one this dead guy could’ve had.
“i told her i’d find you” he sits down in the chair in front of you and you tense and look away.
he sighs. “look at me, y/n” he says, and you only do it in fear of getting cut again if you don’t.
he smiles at you. “don’t be scared, i just want to talk with you” you still don’t say anything.
he sighs again. “you know, i really loved your mother” he suddenly says and you look at him in shock.
“it was so hard for me to watch the life flash out of her eyes” he shakes his head solemnly and you begin to get angry.
“go to hell” to grit out and harrow laughs.
“oh, y/n. i’m already there” the smile faded from his face as a clatter is heard from outside the room.
you hear a man yell and hope that steven, marc, and jake had found you.
“MARC! STEVEN!” you yell as loud as you can, harrow shooting his eyes to you in a panic.
“no, you don’t need them” he shakes his head and you struggle against the ropes again.
“JAKE!” was the last thing you could get out before you were hit in the face by the guy from before.
“stay quiet, or i’ll send you home in a body bag” he points at you and everyone in the room rushes out, but not before harrow gives one last nod to you before the body drops in front of you.
you stayed quiet out of fear, hoping it was in fact moon knight out there.
you hear the door open once again, and you shoot your eyes to it in terror.
a man in a dark red suit starts coming towards you slowly.
you struggle again, but don’t say anything.
“shh, it’s okay i’m getting you out of here” he holds his arms out towards you and feels for your arms.
“moon knight is out there getting rid off them” he assures you and you nod.
he takes a dagger out of one of the holsters on his thigh and quickly cuts through all the ropes.
he slips the dagger back in the holster and helps you up carefully, leading you out of the room and around the edges of the building to the exit.
it was all a blur. you knew it was jake fighting all those guys, you’d recognize that rage anywhere. 
right before you two make it out, you unwrap the things around your wrists and slowly line up your hand with a light above where all the bad guys are.
you use all the energy left in you to shoot that web at it, and once it sticks you yank it down, all the bad guys getting squished under it while jake got out of the way in time.
the man in red had an arm around your shoulder, while jake rushed over to you.
“oh my god, are you okay?” he takes your face in his hands and you stare at the glowing eyes in shock.
you notice how the suit changed, steven fronting out of panic, the mask coming off.
“oh lord, what did they do to you” he pulls you into a gentle hug, stroking the back of your head while you just stare straight ahead.
“let’s get out of here, i-“
“if you need a place to lay low, i’d be more than happy to let you guys stay in my hotel room” the man in red offers.
steven nods at him. “if you don’t mind”
“only if you don’t mind company” the man says, and you just stand there with your eyes closed.
“let’s get going then” steven nods at the man, and the rest of the trip was another blur.
~~~
you ended up back at the hotel room the red guy was talking about, steven still carrying you since you didn’t respond to anything.
you snapped out of it, and saw two familiar faces.
“lawyers” is all you say, pointing at the two sitting next to each other on the couch opposite to you and steven.
“that’s right” steven says quietly. “will you let me clean you up now?” he asks and you give him a confused face.
“you didn’t let me earlier” he answers for you.
“how long have we been here?” you ask him.
steven sighs and looks down. “almost an hour. you were just staring into space, you wouldn’t answer to anything” he says quickly.
“oh.. m’ sorry” you shake your head.
“don’t apologize, come on” steven gets up and you do too, following him to the bathroom.
you audibly gasp when you see yourself in the mirror. “i didn’t know it was this bad” you shake your head, turning away from the mirror.
steven sighs shakily and nods for you to hop up on the counter. “woah, you actually want me to sit on a counter?” you chuckle to yourself, using humor to distract from the pain.
steven looks at you worriedly as you push yourself up on the counter. “are you feeling alright?” he asks quietly.
“yep” you sigh. “can you do me a favor?” you ask and steven nods.
“just forget about that.. for now at least.. or forever i- i mean that’d be nice” you chuckle again.
steven smiles sadly at you. “i can do that.. just…. if you need us we’re here” you nod at him.
“marc’s going to take the body now, is that okay?” steven asks you carefully while you nod with a tight lipped smile.
the first thing marc does when he fronts is take your face into his hands, pressing his forehead to yours.
“i’m so glad you’re okay” he says, and you put your hands over his.
he doesn’t say anything else, he just yanks the hand towel off the hook and runs cold water over it.
he could barely look at you. it broke his heart seeing you like this, and he felt it was kind of his fault.
he should’ve checked in with you, he should’ve been there.
but he wasn’t.
and nothing could change that.
“how was your day?” you ask out of nowhere as marc brings the towel up to your face.
“you know, before the whole..” you wave your arm around.
“it’s was fine” he says stiffly and you give him a look as he wipes the blood away from your nose.
“just forget about it” you snap at him unintentionally. “just.. please don’t treat me like some.. some little kid, i’m fine i’m just a little banged up” you shrug, marc still wiping the blood away.
“this is a little more than ‘banged up’, kid” he offers a shaky smile.
“just say the first thing that comes to mind when you think of me” you say and marc responds immediately.
“pop tart thief”
you snort, and that makes marc let out a chuckle as well.
“see, this isn’t so bad” you shrug.
marc rolls his eyes and loves the towel down to your arm, to where he looks right back up at you.
“..apparently it’s to remind me of who i really am” you say dramatically.
“i’m lucky it only takes up a tiny part of my arm, so the scars shouldn’t be too visible” you tell marc.
“what are you, some kind of scar expert?”
“yeah, it’s an elective” 
“you’re not even in school right now”
“…”
you and marc share a short laugh before he starts cleaning it off.
“you’re sure you don’t want to talk about it?” he asks.
you nod in confidence. “i’m sure” 
marc nods and continues cleaning you up, and by the time he’s done, you’re tired.
and by tired i mean exhausted. why wouldn’t you be?
you were leaning against marc, legs wrapped around his waist as you were still sat on the counter.
“come on, let’s get you to bed” marc lifts you up effortlessly, taking you back to the living area where only matt remains.
“can i stay with you?” you murmur, hanging onto marc as if your life depends on it.
“of course” he responds, carefully sitting down back where he was before, looking to matt.
“thank you for letting us stay” marc thanks him, and gets a smile from the blind man.
“anytime” 
marc then thinks for a second. “why are you here?” he asks matt.
he points to you, who was already fast asleep while still hanging onto marc.
“why?”
matt sighs. “i made a promise to someone” he starts. “i needed to find her to make sure i kept it” he says.
marc nods in understanding, pressing a light kiss to the side of your head.
“you don’t have to stay up” marc says tiredly.
“you sure?” matt says, moving to get up with the stick he was holding.
marc nods. 
“goodnight then, glad you’re both okay” matt starts waking slowly towards one of the rooms.
“you too” marc mutters.
matt left the room completely, leaving marc to stuff his face into your hair and breath in shakily.
he couldn’t sleep that night. none of them could. well, they assumed jake wasn’t but they didn’t know because he wouldn’t respond to them.
steven and marc agreed to try and keep everything normal, like this never happened because you were okay. 
you were okay. you were fine.
you would be perfect as long as you had your dads.
marc, jake, and steven.
~~~
A/N : omfg sorry i made it so dark it just kinda happened. also sorry it’s late, i was out boating today.
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aikofanfan · 2 years
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Muzzled part 2
[Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor]
Summary: Protective and feral MC is all fun n games until they get hurt so everyone comes together to create a special muzzle to help them calm down. But soon learn they liked that side of MC way more than thought
Warning: Some non consensual touching in Beel’s part but nothing major.
A/n: Not totally happy with this but it’s been edited way too many times already so. Enjoy.
Part 1
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Asmodeus
“Put them down!” Asmo gasps. You and him had gone to a club and things started out okay but then well. Some demon thought it would be a good idea to make you go surf the waves of the party goers. Asmo looked around in a panic. With that stupid but so cute muzzle on you, you couldn’t fight back or activate your pacts!
“Oh relax. This ain’t harming them!” One demon says and gets smacked by Asmo. The avatar of lust shifts to his demon form and flies up, yanking you away from the crowd and setting you back down on the floor.
“Sweetie are you okay??” He asks, hissing when any other demon tries to start trouble again.
“Oh I’m fine.” You shrug. “A weird ride but fine.”
He pouts. These stupid demons don’t know who they’re messing with. He still wanted to have fun but he didn’t want you getting into danger again. He thinks it over as he stares at the muzzle, then nods to himself.
“Since you naughty little demons want to mess with them. Why not get the full experience of my precious MC!” Asmo announces before he takes the muzzle off. You blink a few times before a grin appears on your lips, pink glow in your eyes that’s much easier to see in the dim lights of the club. You grab Asmo by the hip and spin him around before dipping him, eyes half lidded.
“How’s about we show them a real show stopper?” You ask.
“Oooooh so bold~!” Asmo giggled.
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Beelzebub
This was….uncomfortable. Demon girls feeling up Beel’s arms and making comments he thought he’d only ever hear you say.
“So big guy what’s your secret for being so buff~?”
“Whoever gets you to all themself is sooo lucky. I’m jealous!”
“Gross.” You comment, smacking their hands away when they get way too close to the waist line. Beel didn’t want to hurt anyone but this was way too…weird.
“Excuse me.” He mumbles and lightly moves them away before reaching out and taking the muzzle off you. He didn’t want you getting hurt either but he knew better than to worry. You could hold yourself better than any other human he met.
Your true reaction to the whole situation was instant.
The girls stop and look at you, all the color draining from their faces when they see your eyes flames up in green fire. They jump away from Beel and say sorry over and over again but that wasn’t going to be enough.
“Run.”
“Huh?”
“I said…RUN.”
“EEEEEK!!!!”
The girls scramble away and you’re right behind them, shouting. Beel watched, learning a whole new section of vocabulary he never knew existed.
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Belphegor
Asmo whining about who knows what.
Mammon and Levi bickering.
Beel chewing way too loud.
Satan and Lucifer…being Satan and Lucifer.
Belphie grumbles and sits up, he was trying to take a nap in the living room, laying his head on your lap but his brothers were making way too much noise.
“Can’t sleep?” You asks and he nods.
“Sleep in ya room then.” Mammon comments and goes back to bickering with Levi.
“Yeah we can move to your room.” You offer but catch that mischievous glint in his eyes. Something tells you he has other plans.
“Or I can just do this.” He says, reaching for your muzzle and Mammon was the first to react.
“Whoa whoa! Hey now!” He gasps and holds Belphie’s wrist. “There’s no need to go that far!”
“You’re making too much noise even if I wasn’t trying to nap.” Belphie pouts and pulls away from Mammon. He unclips the muzzle before Mammon can try and stop him again.
“Hm?” You hum, blinking a few times as you feel the magic flow through you normally again. Belphie flops back down and rests his head in your lap.
“MC they’re making too much noise. I can’t sleep like this.” Belphie pouts, looking up at you.
Ah now you understand.
“Aw poor baby.” You pet his hair before your eyes light up and look at the other six. “SIT BOYS!”
THUD!
“AW COME ON!”
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lunehong · 1 year
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Black Pirates | Seven
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Modern era robin hood ATEEZ X Undercover spy fem OC
ship : ??? X OC
Genre : slowburn, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers
Synopsis : "The world may be unfair but it does not stop us from changing our own fate." Kang Sohyun tries to investigate a group of bandits who are causing havoc in all of Korea. As she gets into close contact with them, her view of them slowly starts to change. "Why do people even hate you?" "If we worried about what people thought of us, we would've all been in a slump of despair by now." 
Warnings : mention of weapons, physical violence, swearing
A/n : If anyone wants to be added to the taglist let me know !
Masterlist , Prologue , Chapter one , Chapter two , Chapter three , Chapter four , Chapter five , Chapter six
CHAPTER 7 
The man successfully picked up the gun from the ground and managed to elbow Sohyun on the side of her face. The impact made her fall to the ground with a painful gasp.
"Who are you and how do you know my name?" 
The words didn't even register in Sohyun's head, as she was trying to make sense of the situation. She slowly removed the mask from her face and lifted her head towards Jongho.
"Sohyun?" His eyes widened as he hastily threw his gun to help her get up. 
The two best friends stared at each other not knowing how to react. Their heads tried to sift through years and years of memories in order to find something, anything, that might've been a give away for what they had to witness right at that moment. Their hearts heavy, at the prospect of possible enmity.
Moreover, both Sohyun and Jongho couldn’t help but feel conflicted due to the bizarre turn of events as they always tried their best to conceal their identity from the public eye – including each other. So, they didn’t know which emotion was more prevalent: betrayal or guilt. 
Jongho glanced at his hands and back at Sohyun, slowly registering the fact that he hit and tried to choke his very own best friend, albeit unknowingly. The guilt was seeping into his system, along with the thought that he broke the promise he made to himself – a promise of always protecting Sohyun from harm and never hurting her in any way. 
Sohyun however, was trying to figure out why Jongho of all people would feel the need to join the Black Pirates, not to mention that he also had a huge bounty on his head because of it.
Jongho was about to open his mouth to say something when a loud thud resonated in the room. 
"Rocky? Are you in there?" It was the voice of a man standing on the other side of the door. 
Jongho flinched at the voice and started looking around with a panic-stricken gaze when his eyes landed on the window at the left corner of the room. 
He went near the window and opened it.
Despite having numerous questions that he wanted the answers to, Jongho knew there was no time for an interrogation. The boy figured that it was probably wrong of him to help Sohyun in a situation like this when she was clearly an enemy, but his conscience told him that she was still trustworthy. The years they spent together couldn’t let his faith in her to shatter so easily. It might be his downfall, but Jongho did not care at that moment. 
“Wear your mask and take your stuff. Jump out the window and get the hell out of here."
Sohyun kept looking at him warily, not moving an inch.
Jongho let out an exasperated sigh and tried to word himself correctly. 
"Sohyun-ah, listen to me. There’s no point in fighting right now. My team member is outside this room, so please run.” 
“I’m not stupid enough to fall for your traps, Jongho. Did you really think I’d trust you after knowing who you are? Letting me go like this will only help you and whoever your teammate is to easily capture me without a fight. You really thought I wouldn’t know that?”
"Do you have any other choice right now? I'm not even addressing the fact that you're a bloody spy and you can easily blow my cover to the world. Maybe, I still have that speck of trust in you that tells me you wouldn't do it. So why can't you trust me to save your ass?"
“Because I don’t understand why you would want to save me! I betrayed you as much as you did. I have no reason to hide your identity, now that I know you’re a part of the Black Pirates. The same Black Pirates that you acted to be oh so wary of.” 
“Okay, go ahead and reveal my identity. It’s not like we won’t be able to wipe the data from any fucking system. It wouldn’t make any difference, Sohyun-ah. However, if you don’t run away this instant, my partner out there might catch you and I won’t be able to do anything to save you. So get the fuck out before he senses you.”
Sohyun, though wary and hesitant, put her mask back on and picked her bag up. She went near the window and outstretched her palm towards Jongho, confusing him.
"Give me my gun, 'Rocky' " 
The guy immediately placed the gun he had in her hands without hesitation.
Sohyun knew that everything about the encounter was very wrong. Even though she was shocked to see Jongho as a member of the Black Pirates, she knew that it was a possibility nonetheless; as no one actually knew who to suspect due to their commendable undercover skills.
 What threw her off was the fact that Jongho still chose her well-being and safety over his teammates and it did not sit right with her. She needed him to know that she was his opponent and he couldn’t be this comfortable with her anymore, as she will undoubtedly become a target to his teammates. If not now, then in the future. 
Sohyun after much thought, aimed the gun at Jongho’s head.
“To be very honest, I thought you would put up a fight and try to capture me for your team, Jongho-yah. I mean, I am a spy who’s working for people that want you dead, afterall. I have every right and reason to shoot you right here, right now and put you behind bars. But, I’ll refrain myself from doing that for the time being, as you already know that I still need to find out your motive.” She then twirled the gun on her index finger. “Can’t really tell what measures I’d have to take the next time we meet under these circumstances, because I definitely won’t be alone then.”
“I really can’t recognise you right now Sohyun-ah. Whatever business I am involved in has never concerned you, nor have I ever wanted to hurt you.”
“It was the same for me too, Jongho-yah. However, you've just become my business by being a part of the Black Pirates. I can't guarantee you that I won’t hurt you if I need to do so.” 
Jongho stared at Sohyun. He wanted to say something equally rude and threatening to her as well, but he couldn't. He eyed her one last time before averting his gaze. He glanced out of the window to watch out for any guards who might be patrolling the area. 
Sohyun could see the hurt in his eyes, but she had to make it clear to him. Of course, she wasn’t planning on revealing anything about Jongho’s identity. However, she feared that she would have to continue chasing after them for more intel and also to find out why they did what they did. It would be very hard to avoid Jongho in future missions and him being considerate to her would only make the situation harder for them.
"Do the guards know you're here?" Jongho suddenly asked while Sohyun was fixing her holster and slinging her bag on her shoulders.
"Nope, I snuck in. Just like you and your partner." 
He nodded at that and prompted Sohyun to leave. 
The girl swiftly jumped over the window sill and landed on the grass outside the museum.
“Even if I’m running away today, don’t give yourself the privilege of thinking that I won’t come for you and your team again. See you later, Jongho.” 
With that, Sohyun sprinted towards the bush where her car was parked. 
Meanwhile, Jongho let out a disappointed sigh and wore his mask. He then opened the door to the room, spotting his partner peeking his head into some other area. 
"Rocky! What took you so long?" Asked the man. 
"I ran into the spy there. We fought each other for a bit, but the person managed to escape through the window." Jongho lied. 
"Oh really? It's pretty unlikely for you to lose in a fight though. How did they manage to escape your grip?" The man inquired.
"Whoever it was, had very good combat skills by the way. I didn't lose on purpose. Anyways, we should head out. It's already late." 
"We should. I have to tell Fixon to dig for the intruder we encountered today. We can't let them get away so easily."
Next chapter
Tags : @wooyoos @jwnghyuns @starillusion13
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softmafia · 2 years
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Leg for a Leg
Contains: fem y/n, guns, established relationship, oc insert, possibly ooc Hisoka but that depends on how you view him as a character, Y/n gets kidnapped
A/n: I kind of wanted to do something different? I wanted to make a story that had plot. Anyways another original fic but I promise I’ll get to some requests later. Some people are going to be really upset with this fic, or either really bored lol.
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Y/n skimmed through the numbered doors, quietly clicking her tongue inside of her mouth until she found Hisoka’s room number. She smiled and reached out for the handle— until something flashed in the corner of her eye. It’s not like she wanted to investigate.. Hisoka was supposed to be getting them lunch today and she didn’t want to miss out, but she’d be damned if somebody was following her.
She was quick to whip her head around and look down the hall, and she could’ve sworn that around the corner she saw some man peek over, then try to hide. Heaven’s Arena was full of dodgy characters, for sure, Y/n could’ve just let it go and tell Hisoka about it later; but she wasn’t that kind of person. Swiftly, she pulled her gun from her holster, holding it at her side as she started to sneak slowly down the hallway. There was some shuffling heard as she stepped closer, and slowly she lifted her gun; her finger twitched at the trigger.
Hugging the wall, Y/n stepped closer towards the corner, then peered over to look but—
There was no one.
Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her again.. but she knew she saw someone, but it was probably just some floor master creep, or someone curiously watching a girl entering Hisoka Morrow’s abode. Y/n’s arms hung at her side as she looked down the hall in thought. “Whatever..” she quietly grumbled to herself and turned on her heel, starting to make her way back to Hisoka’s apartment.
As soon as she turned around however, a hand whipped over her face. Luckily she held her breath in that moment, because he was holding a cloth— definitely chloroform. Y/n grabbed the man’s wrist and squeezed tightly until she heard a loud yell, and bones cracking. When he pulled back, she quickly hit him with the back part of her gun before repeatedly shooting at him.
Y/n’s aura spiked, she was on high alert as more men just came out of nowhere. “Dammit..!” She grumbled, kicking a man coming up behind her, then shooting at the rest of them. She quickly ran off and darted back down the hall before anyone else tried to jump her, grabbing her other gun just in case. However, she made the mistake of not looking forward, and before she knew it she was stuffed in some kind of sack. “What the fuck is your problem?!” She shrieked, scratching at the bag in an attempt to tear it open, she took her gun again and began to shoot. The bullets shot through the sack and hit whoever had attempted to capture her. Using the small hole made from the bullet, she hooked her fingers around the edges and attempted to pull it apart, struggling to get it to rip, “What the hell!!”
“I should’ve known you’d put up a fight..” she heard a man sigh, along with the sound of his footsteps hitting the floor, although all noise was muffled due to her literally being trapped in a bag, “Unless you’re planning to shoot through the bag and waste your bullets— you’re not getting out of there.” Once more, she was lifted up over this man’s shoulder. Y/n screamed and thrashed about, “Wherever you’re taking me, you’re gonna fucking regret it.”
“Calm yourself, madam.” The man spoke, his voice was calm and collected, “I won’t harm you in any way, unless your man doesn’t agree to my terms.” He explained, and a shocked breath of air quietly left Y/n’s lips.
“Huh? I have no idea who you’re talking about.” Stupid bluff, everybody at the arena already knows she’s Hisoka’s girl..
Her captor was silent for the rest of the walk, she then heard the dinging sound of an elevator. “Get out, I hate elevators.” Y/n spat, crossing her arms as she kept twisting and turning. When she had received even more silence, she jerked and kneed the guy’s head through the bag. Yet again, she was dropped onto the floor, letting out a loud yelp. The man held his jaw and groaned in pain, then let out a strained chuckle, “feisty, feisty.. Hisoka was right with choosing you wasn’t he?” He went on as he picked her up again, “You’re a light one too.” He bounced her on his shoulder, probably trying to milk more reactions out of her— considering how snappy she had shown herself to be.
“You’ll die slowly.” Y/n hissed, then her eyes widened when she remembered— quickly, but subtly, she reached into her back pocket and pulled her phone out, putting it on silent and quickly turning down the brightness.
Some guy took me help.
She quickly sent it to Hisoka, then shared her location. Just in time, as the man had already left the building and was getting into the backseat of a car.
“I’ll make this brief, my name is Karagi Kuga, I’m only taking you so Hisoka can take me seriously.” He started to explain as he tossed Y/n on the car floor, she hit the ground with a thud and let out a small yip, “The rest of the floor masters scramble for a chance at relevancy, we didn’t make it to the 200th floor only to be outshined by a man dressed in Halloween clothes. I simply want him to resign his title, and let me take over.”
“You’re fucking stupid.” Y/n muttered, “If you have to kidnap a girl just to be taken seriously, you’re probably not even worth his time.. god, just kill me already so Hisoka can end your sad life faster..” she groaned and shuffled around some more, continuing to share her location with Hisoka every few seconds. “And what is it with you people?! Can’t you all just fight each other for the sake of fighting?!” She groaned, kicking her legs out and kicking at what she assumed was Karagi’s ankle, “That’s the difference between you and him; he loves fighting— you just love the fame.”
“You’ve never set foot on the stage, you don’t understand arena culture.”
“Culture?!” Y/n couldn’t help but cackle, “Buddy, all you people do is fight!! There are other places like Heaven’s Arena, that place is vanilla compared to the shit I’ve seen— you wouldn’t survive one round-AGGH!!” Suddenly, Y/n felt sharp stabbing all over her body, the twisted and squirmed but it only seemed to get worse. “Do you feel that? That’s my ability, the surface of that fabric is laced with my nen, I wasn’t planning on harming you, but I can make you feel unimaginable pain if you keep giving me lip.” He said, still speaking in the calm, shit-eating voice that Y/n was mocking internally.
“You’re a pussy.” She choked out, “Eat shit and die.” She screamed again as the stabbing got worse. Hisoka always warned her that her mouth would get her in trouble.. and it would be a funny “I told you so” if she actually died in a potato sack because she called some guy a pussy. But that was just in her nature.
“You just don’t give up do you?” Karagi sighed and shook his head, Y/n soon became suffocated by the man’s aura, and then came the most unbearable, unimaginable pain she had ever felt in her entire life— before she could scream her lungs off, she blacked out.
Hisoka had gotten back from getting lunch, he carried the little styrofoam boxes in his one hand as he opened the door, he looked down at the boxes again and couldn’t help but chuckle at the little Heaven’s Arena logo stamped onto them. The magician stepped into his apartment, he slowly closed the door behind himself and looked around, weird— it was oddly quiet, Y/n was supposed to be coming today and it wasn’t like her to be in his apartment dead silent, unless she was planning to scare him.. but no, something felt amiss. “Darling?” He called out in that sweet tone he always reserved for her, “I got your favorite,” he set the foam containers on the coffee table, he put his hands on his hips and looked around some more.
“Are you hiding from me~?” He chuckled, then walked into the bedroom, expecting Y/n to be all sprawled out and naked for him— if only that was the case. Hisoka’s brows furrowed when he opened the door to yet another empty room, “Hm.” She’s probably just caught up with work.. he sat on the edge of the bed and picked up his phone, his concerns peaked when he turned it on to see 20 notifications from Y/n. He unplugged his device from the charger and immediately bolted out of the room. “Damn it..” surely she could hold her own, right? Hopefully just for a couple of minutes before he could rescue her. Y/n would be fine, he knew it— but just the thought of somebody taking what was his, filled him with uncontrollable rage. If they did anything to you Y/n, I promise I’ll make them pay..
Hisoka had stopped at an old sawmill, the last place where Y/n’s location was shared at. Dingy and classless.. he scoffed and began to stride inside, bearing his back teeth. The magician brushed his hair back with his palm as he stepped inside, he put his hands on his hips, looking quite unamused, “Where is she?” He called out, his tone was cold and serious. Hisoka scowled when a man stepped out of the darkness, “She’s alive, and mostly unharmed.” He spoke, “Most of the injuries she sustained were brought on by herself, she has quite a mouth.” Hisoka chuckled spitefully, then glared, “I’m aware.” He frowned, “You’re a coward for using my woman as bait, whatever it is you want from me, you won’t receive. Bring me Y/n and I might spare you.”
“If you don’t cooperate then she won’t be brought to you alive.” Karagi crossed his arms. Hisoka merely chuckled, “She used to be a bodyguard you know~” he smiled. “Mhm.” The captor nodded, then reached into his pocket to pull out a radio device, he lifted it to his lips and spoke into it, “Cut off one of her hands.” He said, then waited for a reply, Karagi furrowed his brows and spoke again, “Did you hear me?”
Hisoka’s breath hitched anxiously, he eyed the man up and down, “If you harm her it’s not me you should be worried about~ she will come after you, she’s a very vengeful person~” he tried to regain his confidence, wanting to strike some kind of fear into this man, “She won’t rest until she’s satisfied~”
A few hours ago, Y/n had awoken, there was the sound of an air conditioner running.. and water dripping from a broken pipe, but it was hard to hear considering her ears were ringing painfully loud. But thankfully she wasn’t in that oversized potato sack anymore. She blinked and looked at her surroundings, there was a man standing by a table; they had took her phone and weapons, she felt kind of naked without her guns strapped to her belt. Y/n coughed, then spat out the nasty tasting saliva in her mouth, “Hey, your boss is a piece of shit. Making you work in a disgusting place like this?” She grumbled, then frowned when she got no response, “You’re a piece of shit you know that? You and your sorry excuse for a boss.” She didn’t expect him to reply this time, because she was already working on breaking the chains that restrained her. In return, she received a nasty look from the the man, she chuckled and grinned right back at him.
She had chiseled away at her restraints with her nails just right, so that when she broke them it wouldn’t make a noticeable noise. Y/n’s eyes shifted downwards as well, a ball and chain clamped to her ankle; how fun, free weapon.
There was silence, and then.. she swung the ball and chain at the guy’s head, taking her guns and ammo after she had knocked him down. Y/n rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, “That was so uncomfortable..” she sighed, then pursed her lips when she heard the sound of a walkie talkie. Y/n knelt down and pulled the device from the lackey’s belt. “Cut off one of her hands.”
Y/n grinned and mischievously glared at the man laying on the floor. He shook his head and looked at her with fear in his eyes, as if he was begging her for mercy. “Did you hear me?” Y/n teeth clamped down on her bottom lip excitedly, “Well.. you hear him?” She pouted at the cowering man below her, “He’s waiting for you to answer..” she pressed the button, only for a second before releasing it once he opened his mouth. “Help!! She-!” His eyes widened with fear when she reached behind herself to grab one of the cleavers off the table.
Karagi held the device up to his ear when he heard static coming from it, and then a few beeps, “Hey, did you hear me?!” He repeated for the second time.
“He didn’t hear you, but I did.” Y/n’s voice came through, followed by the sound of a blade cutting through flesh, and the screams of a man. At that moment, all of Hisoka’s worries were calmed, he dawned a happy grin, “There she is~”
Karagi stammered and panicked, a terrified chill shooting down his spine as he he stood dead in his tracks— a deer in headlights. This once calculated and calm demeanor quickly vanished once his planned had crumbled before him. He held eye contact with Hisoka for a long, uncomfortable and silent moment before he bolted away, running cowardly for his life. Hisoka didn’t brother to chase after him, he stood in place, then chuckled when he saw Y/n emerge from the basement, “Where is he?” She mumbled, twirling the cleaver around with her fingers.
Hisoka pointed in the direction the man ran with his thumb, “He ran away~ how sad~” he chuckled with fake pity in his tone. Y/n sighed and tossed the weapon onto the ground, “I’ll get him later..” She sighed and stretched her arms out, then walked towards Hisoka. “Hello dear~” the magician cooed as he outstretched his arms, then wrapped them around Y/n’s body so he could pull her close. The muscled man’s scent filled her nose and calmed her, she hummed contently and snuggled into him, feeling the warmth that radiated from his body as he squeezed her tightly.
Y/n smiled, “I’m sorry if I made you worry..” she whispered, her arms snaked around his waist. “Don’t apologize sugar plum~” Hisoka chuckled, his large hand gently rubbed her shoulder, then slid down her arm, the feeling of his touches sent warm feeling through her body and made her blush. “I wasn’t worried too much.. just the- normal amount, I guess I should say.” Hisoka hummed and brushed some stray hairs away from Y/n’s face, “I knew you’d be ok, princess~ I know you don’t go down without a fight~” he chuckled and gently cupped the side of her face, smiling softly as she leaned into his palm and held his wrist.
Hisoka leaned back up, still holding Y/n protectively to his chest, “Right..~ let’s leave, babydoll~” He sighed, beginning to lead her out, “This place is covered in filth, it’s no place for a lady~ and I’m sure you must be starving~”
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