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outsideratheart · 1 year

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Cliche (Leila Ouahabi x Leon!reader)

A/N: Based off this request. I hope you guys like it and that I didn't drag it on too long.

The Leon sister's have a reputation in the women's football world but you never lied and always made your motives crystal clear. You had the rest of your lives to settle down and you planned on doing just that when you retired or got older but in the meantime you needed to find a way to relief the stress and pressure that comes with being one of the best footballer in the world and you favourite way to do so is by burying yourself in someone else.

You are fully aware that it was a cliche to sleep with your sister's best friend but when it came to Leila Ouahabi it's as if all logic goes out the window. It was never a part of your plan to mix business with pleasure especially when that business is also your sister's business but one night you and the girls were out celebrating, Mapi found herself distracted and you spent the night with Leila.

At first it only happened on nights out with the team but now you found yourself laid in bed on a random Tuesday morning, the brunette sleeping peacefully in your arms. The no sleeping over rule lasted a month not that you would complain. It was your idea but these moments with Leila had become one of your favourites.

"I broke the rule again" Leila's voice is raspy.

She squints slightly as the sun shines in her eyes but her face relaxes when you move your hand, which up until this point was playing with the loose strands of hair, and shield her from the sun.

"You seem to be doing it a lot recently. In fact I can't remember the last time you followed that rule"

Out of habit Leila begins playing with your necklace but her hand soon begins to travel lower, she gives you a knowing look as she plays with the waistband of your underwear. Whilst she herself hated to be teased, she had no issue being the teaser. No you wasn't opposed to morning sex but you had training in a couple of hours and you couldn't turn up less than 100% so you do the thing you body didn't want you to do, you grab Leila's hand and move it back to lay on your chest.

"We don't have time for that Leila"

You might have well be talking german because instead of backing down Leila hovers over you before straddling your hips.

"Are you sure about that?" The smirk on her face making it obvious that she knows the answer regardless of what might come out of your mouth next.

When her lips crash into yours you make no attempt at stopping or pushing her away. Instead you do the opposite, you deepen the kiss and in one swift movement you change the dynamics so it is now you who is on top of her.

The moment is short lived when you hear your apartment door open and your sister shout out.

"Y/N I know I'm early but I brought coffee"

This couldn't be happening. You knew she would find out eventually and you had a plan for that, one that included you in far more clothes. You were beginning to panic, a feeling that wasn't quite reciprocated when you looked down at Leila who is on the verge of laughing.

"Don't" you place your hand over her mouth.

"Y/N" Mapi sings. You can tell by the loudness of her voice that she is heading for your bedroom.

You have to think fast. You quickly strip yourself of the little clothing you have on and grab a towel which is in the laundry basket.

"Hide. Now" it wasn't question or suggestion, it was an order.

Leila tries to argue but the look you give her let's her know that nothing will make you change your mind.

She hides down the side of the bed furtherest away from the door and just in time as Mapi knocks before coming in anyways.

"I was in the shower. It's interesting to see what you class as an emergency" you tell your sister who clearly has no idea what you're talking about "the key? I gave it to you for emergencies only. Abuse the power again and I will take it off you, you know how I am about my space"

"Fine. Hurry up and get ready, your coffee's getting cold"

Once the door is closed Leila stands up wearing nothing but your bed sheet.

"I won't do that again" she says as she watched you get dressed in your training gear.

"Fine" you whisper shout "you go out there and tell your best friend that you have been fucking her sister behind her back. You wanted to keep this a secret just as much as me so don't stand there and act innocent"

Leila is taken aback at the way you described what had been going on between the two of you.

"I have spare training gear in the wardrobe. Make yourself some breakfast, you know where everything is, I will see you at training"

You kiss her quickly and you are slightly disappointed when you doesn't respond.

"Leila" her head snaps in your direction hoping to hear something a little more reassuring.

"Be careful when you pick something to wear, nothing with my number on it"

You say nothing more and within a matter of minutes Leila hears you and Mapi leave your apartment.

"No feelings Leila, it's what you agreed" She mutters to herself as she lays back on your bed.

There was a tension between the two of you at training but it seems obvious to only you and Leila or so you thought. The training was split into position drills so you wasn't working directing with her but it didn't stop your captain from noticing the lingering looks to the group of defenders. It is when you, Mapi and Alexia go to practice freekicks does she bring it up.

"Is everything ok?" Alexia whispers as you both watch Mapi practice her shot.

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" there's no way she knew and you weren't about to give her any clues.

"No reason" Alexia replies and you think it is the end of the conversation only it isn't "Nothing's going on in your love life or should I say sex life?"

Alexia knew, you wasn't sure how she knew but she did.

"Her sex life" Mapi wraps her arm around you shoulder "There's always something happening"

"It must be a Leon twin thing because I recall your body count been just as high as mine" you push her off you as you go to place your ball outside the box.

"Is that anyway to talk to your older sister" Mapi shouts.

"7 minutes Maria, you are 7 minutes older than me"

You rejoin the team during a drinks breaks. Leila looks at you for a second before turning her back, the action itself hurt but you couldn't bring yourself to ask why.

"You like her" Alexia continues her questioning "I can tell. What's her name?"

"Leila!" Patri shouts.

The sound of her name coming straight after Alexia's question causes you to choke on your drink and the connection isn't lost on your captain.

"You're sleeping with Leila! Are you crazy? That's your sister's best friend"

You knew Alexia would be disappointed in you. She had made her feelings towards your night time activities very clear but this was too much even for you.

Before Alexia can say anything else you pull her off the pitch and into the tunnel.

"Nobody knows" you see her eyes dart in your sister's direction "no, Mapi doesn't know and I want it to stay that way"

"How long?"

"Almost a year" you couldn't believe it had been that long and neither could Alexia.

You make a point not to get involved with anyone for long periods of time because it's gets complicated. The longest you had ever slept with someone is when you started seeing a player from the german league but even then you slept with other people in between.

"And have you been sleeping with anyone else during this time?" Alexia asks. She knew that you had trouble connecting with your feelings and if you did feel something more then you more need a little bit of encouragement to figure it out.

"Have you every thought about it being something more than sex?"

This is why you didn't want people knowing. The more people that knew the more pressure you would feel to put a label on whatever is going in between you and Leila.

"No. When we started sleeping together we both agreed that it would be a no strings attached type of thing, no feelings were to be involved"

"Y/N have you —“

"Alexia. It is sex and that's it. There is no relationship between me and Leila outside of the bedroom"

It was a difficult thing for you to say because whilst it was true at first you knew that things had changed over the past couple of months. You didn't want to break your end of the deal so you kept your feelings to yourself so that you could still spend your nights with Leila.

"Sorry to interrupt"

You hadn't heard her voice since you left your apartment this morning.

"Coach told me to come and get you. It's time for the scrimmage and you two are captains"

At first Leila couldn't look you in the eyes but when she did you saw something that make your heart break. Tears brimmed her eyes and you knew it was because of the conversation you had been having with Alexia only you wasn't sure how much she had heard.

"Alexia knows"

"Can we tell Mapi now?"

It wasn't a question you expected. As far as you were aware Leila want this to be a secret just as much as you did.

"No, we can't"

Alexia has excused herself at this point so that the two of you can talk in private.

"Right because this is just sex. We have no relationship outside of the bedroom"

She attempts to walk away but you grab her hand with a pleading look in your eyes. You know you said those words but they sounded so heartless coming out of her mouth.

"I need space. I think it's best if I go to my apartment tonight"

"Ok. I will come by after my media appearance"

"No Y/N" She pulls her hand away "I think I need to spent the night alone night"

Something wasn't right. Was she breaking up with you? No, she couldn't do that because you were never dating. Still as you watch her walk away you cannot help but feel like you are losing something you never had.

Your nights apart lasted less than a week and soon enough you and Leila was back into your old ways but something was different. She would spend the night but wouldn't stay in the mornings and she kept bringing up telling Mapi, something that you wasn't ready for.

Leila had reached her breaking point after almost been caught by Mapi again. You made her hide and once again she felt little a dirty little secret. She had a choice to make; keep the secret and keep you but lose her best friend or she could tell Mapi and inevitably lose you.

The following week Mapi came storming into the locker room one morning with Leila trailing behind her. At first you wasn't sure what had happened but then you saw Leila's face and you knew. Leila went against your wishes and had told Mapi about the two of you.

"I can't believe you!"

"Not here, not now" you reply calmly hoping your sister would mimic your energy.

"Why? What you've done affects this entire team and I won’t allow it"

The way she said what you've done as if you were in this alone. Leila who you hoped would have your back stands cowardly in her locker.

“You can’t stop me and it hasn't affected the team, you had no idea about us. I'm guessing the only reason why you do is because she told you" you don't say her name nor do you look in her direction.

"What's going on?" Alexia asks as she enters the locker room upon hearing the both of you raising your voices.

"Tell her Y/N"

You know what you are about to say is going to hurt but why should you care for your sister's feelings when it is clear she doesn't care for yours.

Alexia glances back and forth between the two of you then she looks at Leila and she knows what had happened.

"She doesn't have to tell me. I already know"

"Know what?" Jenni asks. She can tell by the reaction of the team that she isn't the only one that feels left in the dark about whatever it is that's going on.

“That my dear sister has been sleeping with my best friend” Mapi points from you to Leila, just for clarification.

“And what is wrong with that?” You may not have told your sister or the rest of the team for that matter but you didn’t do anything wrong and you wasn’t ashamed of the time you shared with Leila.

“You can’t just sleep with whoever you want” Mapi scold you “I have seen you when we travel for the champions league. You sleep with our opponents. You can’t—“

“I can’t what? Come home and sleep with the Spanish league. No I can’t because they have already have their taste of one Leon. You used to be just like me”

“She is my friend and our team mate”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Surely Mapi heard the hypocrisy in what she was saying. You looked towards Ana, your eyes filled with apology for what you are about to say.

“Hmm where shall I start” you walk towards your sister.

“Y/N don’t” Alexia tries to drag you back out fails.

“No, no. She started this” you turn your attention from your captain to your sister “friend and team mate, where shall I start. Alba is a good friend of mine and you slept with her. V is one of my best friend and you slept with her. Then we have Ana who is one of my closest friends on this team, you broke her heart, messed up the team dynamics and you are making her watch you be with someone else which brings me to my last person, Ingrid, who I have no problem with in fact I like her and think she’s good you. What I’m saying is you sit there on you fucking high horse speaking down to me like I’ve committed some kind of crime” you angrily wipe the few tears that have fallen down your cheeks.

“And you” you turn to Leila “you told her when you knew how I felt. Did you ever stop to think why I wanted this to say between us? Why things have been so different with you? I changed every single one of my beliefs for you and for what? You proved why I don't do relationships. I don’t know what you gained from this but it certainly isn’t me. You once asked for space, congratulations you have it. Whatever we had is over, I’m done, we’re done”

Leila was in shock. Was this your way of admitting you wanted a relationship with her.

“Was that so hard?” Mapi says smugly.

“Shut up Maria. Me and Leila may be done but we’re done too. You’re suppose to be my sister and I didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that. I want nothing to do with either of you”

You didn’t turn up to training the next day and missed recovery the day after that. It seemed like the whole team was worried about you but the calmness that radiated off your coach and captain let them know that you were ok and the two of them knew where you were.

“I have heard you speaking about Y/N and her whereabouts. I have decided to rest her for Saturdays game and after I told her she asked for a few days off which I think she’s deserved given that she has played the most minutes this season. It will be business as usual after international break.” Jona and the coaching staff leave the meeting room unaware of the interrogation they are passing on to the team’s captain.

As soon as the staff are out the room everyone begins asking questions about you.

“Enough!” Alexia slams her hands down on the table. She had enough of the questions and the other players pointing the finger at Leila and Mapi for your absence. She agreed with the rest of the girls but as the captain she had to remain neutral.

“Go home, enjoy international break and I’ll see you back here in 10 days time” they knew better than to argue with their captain so they do as their told “not you two”

Names aren’t required. It is obvious which two Alexia is referring to.

“I wanted to wait a couple of days for things to calm down but when Y/N called me telling me she needed to getaway for a few days I knew the chances of this resolving naturally wouldn’t happen”

Both Mapi and Leila sit down. The situation had escalation quickly and they knew that they had messed up. Leila regretted telling your sister and Mapi let her her emotions get the better of her.

“I’m going to talk now and you two are going to listen”

When Alexia got no arguments from the pair she continued.

“Y/N was right when she spoke about your history Mapi. Amongst the names Y/N gave the other day was my sister’s. I know she is part of our group but Alba is still my little sister, she is someone you slept with and then dropped when you got bored. Y/N is the reason why I didn’t come to your house the night I came home to Alba crying in your sister’s arms. Even when she knew you were in the wrong, Y/N had your back”

The was news to Mapi. She thought Alexia understood her sister was a big girl who could make her own decisions and as she has the thought she realises, once again, just how hypocritical she was.

“But she didn’t tell me about this. We tell each other everything” This is the reason for Mapi’s reaction. It might not have come across this way but she was hurt that you didn’t tell her about this.

“There is reason why she didn’t tell you but it isn’t for me to say. Y/N has to come to that realisation herself” Alexia is vague in her response, leaving the two defenders rather confused.

“She was ashamed” Leila says the only answer that makes sense.

It wasn’t a easy decision to tell Mapi about the two of you sleeping together but she thought that once it was out there then the two of you could have a chance at something more.

“That isn’t true and it’s not fair for you to put this on her. She told me you had been sleeping together for a year and in that time you never told Mapi about it yet it’s Y/N who is getting the blame for this when you played just as big of a part”

“A year?” Mapi asks making to obvious that Leila left that detail out when she told her about to two of you.

“A full year and in that time Y/N didn’t sleep with anyone else, it was only you Leila”

“You’re lying. Y/N doesn’t do that type of commitment” Mapi knew how you thought because she had the same rule for years.

“She told me herself. I know it may not seem like it but she cared for you Leila and she showed you in her own way”

“Back to backs” Leila whispers.

“What did you say?” Mapi asks.

“You know her rules” your sister nods “one of them was no back to back stays but I have done that a few times”

It's like puzzle pieces were connecting in her head. You had let her get closer to you than anyone else but Leila was blinded by being a secret and she didn’t notice it.

“I might have overreacted” Mapi admits “It’s jus she’s my sister and I don’t want her making the same mistakes I did. She was right when she spoke about Ana, I guess I didn’t want her to face the same fate I did”

“I think you both owe her an apology” Alexia tells the pair “and before you ask, I won’t tell you where she is. She might have taken this break to be away from the two of you but Jona was right she needed some time away from Barcelona to rest. You’ll see her at camp on Sunday.”

You spent a few days in Madrid and it was just what you needed. It was peaceful and your friends had no idea about what happened in Barcelona. When V found out you were in the capital she said you were with her, no arguments. You spent the day training at a nearby pitch and the nights with V, Lola and Carmen. You may have ran away from your problems but you needed this time to be Y/N the person not the football player, sister of Mapi Leon and the person who had been sleeping with her team mate.

With every day that passes you know that you are one day closer to having to face your Barcelona team mates and truth is you wasn’t ready. When you arrived at Los Rojas you stay close to the Lola but you knew that you couldn’t avoid your friends for long.

It was only Alexia that knew where you had been so when she arrives at the facility she goes straight to Lola.

“Where’s Y/N?” Alexia asks the goalkeeper.

“Hi Alexia. I’m ok, thanks for asking” Lola moves on from her captain as she greets the rest of the Barcelona girls.

“You look like shit” she says when she sees Leila “almost as bad as Y/N”

“Y/N?” Leila asks but then it makes sense, you had gone to Madrid.

“She told me not to say anything” Lola continues “but between us me, V and Carmen have a bet on what happened. My bet is that one of the women she slept with is giving her grief so she ran away. It was bound to happen at some point, right?”

“Watch it Lola. That’s my sisters you’re talking about” Mapi comes to your defence.

“Oh please Maria, don’t start being nice now. We all know how you see me”

All heads turn in the direction of your voice. Lola had been telling the truth, you didn’t look good at all. The dark circles in your eyes was barely visible but they were there. You hug Alexia, Jenni, Irene and the rest of your team mates but purposely miss out Leila and Mapi.

Leila couldn’t help but stare. You had your shorts rolled up in typical Leon fashion and the training vest you were wearing hugged your body perfectly. When she met your eyes, she recognised the look but when you noticed it you changed your expression. It may have only lasted a second but it gave Leila hope that you forgiving her was still possible.

“Can we talk?” Leila asks you.

“Maybe later? I’m about to work—“

“C’mon Y/N you can’t keep me waiting. You know I’m not very patient” Marta Cardona shouts from across the lobby.

There way something in the way she said it that caused your sister to shake her head in disappointment. It was no secret you and Marta have history that includes sleeping together multiple times.

“Are they sleeping together again?” Alexia asks. She didn’t want to believe that you would fall back into old ways but it didn’t look good.

“I told you” Mapi mumbles "She never cared for Leila, it was just a game"

“I don’t know. V thinks that she is”

“V?” Alexia asks.

“Yeah that’s her bet. Carmen things that Y/N got her heartbroken but that’s ridiculous. We all know Y/N doesn’t let herself get close enough to anyone for that to happen”

Alexia, Leila and Mapi all share a look. They never though of that possibility.

“Like I said, that’s ridiculous and even if it is true Y/N requested to room with Marta so give them a couple of nights and Y/N will soon forget about this woman who may or may not exist”

Leila scoffs and walks away. Had you really moved on from whatever the two of you shared and were you really sleeping with Marta so soon after you were sleeping with her. She had so many questions but right now she didn’t want to see you, a mixture of anger towards your behaviour and fear of what would be said.

It comes as no surprise to the defender to find you and Atletico Madrid forward sat together at the team meal. She watches in envy as the two of you interact with such ease, the interaction makes Leila feel sick.

“We don’t know if they are sleeping together” Alexia whispers in the defender’s ear.

“Look at them Ale. We’ve seen Y/N like this before, you can’t defend her this time” in that moment Leila felt defeated and the hope that she felt a few hours prior has died.

Meanwhile across the room you hear Marta talking but it just noise. You mind isn’t focused on her, it is consumed with thoughts about what will happen in the next few days. Yes, Mapi has hurt you but it failed in comparison to Leila betraying you. You were willing to break your rules for her, heck you were willing to throw out the entire book but that didn’t matter now.

“She is staring” Marta nudges you.

Sure enough when you turn around you see Leila looking your way. She says something to Mapi who shakes her head and refuses to look your way. You didn’t know what to do, part of you missed Leila and despite your best efforts to forget about her, it just wasn’t possible. It was frustrating that even when you were mad at her you still wanted to know if she was ok.

Then you remember Leila wanted to talk to you when she arrived at Los Rojas. Maybe now was the right time to find out where things stand between the two of you. Your hands grew sweaty with each step you took towards her and the nervous feeling in your gut wasn’t like anything you have experienced before.

“Do you still want to talk?” The confidence that normally lines your tone is nowhere to be heard.

“I’m surprised you pulled yourself away from your girlfriend, oh wait she isn’t your girlfriend she is just the person you are fucking” Mapi retorts from her seat, still not looking you in the eye.

“Do you think I’m sleeping with her?”

“Of cour—“

“I couldn’t care less about what you think Maria, I was talking to Leila”

Now all eyes were on the defender, waiting for her to respond.

The fact that Leila had to think about it gave you your answer. It hurt that she thought this low of you.

“You look cosy together” Leila says. It didn’t answer your question but it did tell you which way she was swaying.

“She’s a friend, who yes I have slept with but that was a long time ago. Leila please can we talk?” You ask her again. There was so much you wanted to say but you didn’t want a crowd of people watching.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We should focus on the games we have coming up”

The drop in your demeanour wasn’t something that you can hide. This why you left Barcelona, Leila couldn’t hurt you in Madrid but that didn’t last long.

“I did nothing wrong” It was almost a plea.

The next morning your absence at breakfast is noticed by everyone. There is no seat saved for you at any table so it was clear none of the players you were close with expected you to show up.

“Marta, where’s Y/N?” Jenni shouts across the food hall.

“That depends. Are you on their side or her side?” Marta points to Mapi and Leila.

“There’s no sides” Alexia corrects her.

“Yes there is, how don't you see it? For some reason you guys have barely talked to Y/N since you got here. As for her whereabouts, I have no idea. She swapped with Misa so ask Lola where she is”

Lola shrinks in her seat. She knew exactly where you were and given that last night you told her everything that happen she was a little reluctant to tell her friends.

“Lola. Where’s my sister?” Mapi asks the goalkeeper.

“In the gym” Lola says "She wants to talk to you"

The table watches how Lola refuses to meet any of their eyes. Avoiding eye contact was one of her tells when she lied.

“Lola” Alexia tone is low “Y/N isn’t in the gym is she?”

“No but after the way Mapi treated her do you really think I would tell her where she is. That’s right Y/N told me everything last night. Carmen will be ecstatic when I tell her that she was right”

“Where is she Lola?” Leila asks.

“She’s in the room. She kept having nightmares and according to V she was having them when she stayed with her. Here” Lola hands Leila your room key “I’m not happy with what happened but you need to talk to her”

The room was dark as Leila entered. She expected to find you in the bed closest to the door, it was something you did because you thought it protected your room mate, but she finds you buried under the covers in what she assumed is Lola's bed. Had you slept there last night?

You hear the door open but hope that if you ignored whoever entered that they would leave you alone. At first you thought it worked but you feel the bed sink behind you and next you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist. At first you tense up at the touch but then you recognise the scent and your body relaxes.

"Leila. This isn't a good idea" you aren't sure what is happening but you don't move.

"You need to sleep Y/N. This doesn't have to mean anything"

It did mean something though, to both you and Leila. You hadn't slept together without having sex before hand. It was intimate and not something you have experienced before but the sleepless night left you with little to no energy, definitely not enough to argue. You hated how much you body betrays you as you lay in bed with the woman who you were mad at. It wasn't that you suffered from insomnia but you slept much better when Leila was there.

"What were the nightmares about?" Leila asks.

"You. At first is was replays of what happened in the locker room but recently it's you leaving me standing in my apartment, nothing gets said but I end up alone" you don't know if it's your lack of sleep or the calmness that comes when Leila holds you but you allow yourself to be truthful and vulnerable.

"You're not alone"

"But I don't have you"

Nothing more is said, truth is Leila doesn't know what to say so instead she holds you close and listens as your breath evens out letting her know that you had fallen asleep. She regretted telling Mapi about the two of you as soon as she did it and she hated how quickly things escalated. The defender sets an alarm so that you will both be ready in time for training before falling asleep herself.

When she wakes almost an hour later she finds that the pair of you had shifted in your sleep and she was now cuddled into your side. She looks up to find you wide awake. Your eyes were red and if Leila didn't know any better she would have said you've been crying.

"Are you ok?" Leila asks.

Your face drops and she realises it was a stupid question but for a brief moment she forgot about the events of the last couple of days.

"No Leila, i'm not ok"

She wasn't sure if you telling the truth hurt more than it would if you had lied.

"Is everything ok with you and my sister?" you ask. It was something that been playing in your mind. They looked ok on the outside but you thought Mapi would be a little bit mad at Leila for sleeping with you.

"Yes, we're ok"

"That's good"

A silence grows between you and whilst in the past is was comfortable, it now suffocates you. It was a reminder of just how much had changed.

"I suppose we better get ready for training" you nudge Leila a little bit so that you can get out of bed.

For the first time since arrived at Los Rojas Leila saw the damage she had caused. With you having just woke up you wasn't wearing the facade that everything was ok. She watched as you get ready, you didn't mind though, it wasn't like she hadn't seen it before.

Unbeknownst to Leila, her gaze had turned into a stare by the time you're dressed and in the elevator you feel Leila staring at you again.

"Stop staring Leila" you say without taking your eyes off the descending elevator floor numbers.

"I'm sorry Y/N"

"It's too late for apologies Leila. The damage has been done, all that we can do now is move on"

It sounded so simple as you said it and you hoped you sounded more convincing than you feel.

"Move on, right"

It was like a sucker punch to the gut. Leila had hoped that the two of you could work things out but it sounded like things were over and she had no one to blame but herself.

"Don't blame yourself Leila. We both knew the risks when we started sleeping together" you pat her shoulder before exiting the lift.

It seems like the entire team was waiting for you in the lobby before they went to the training fields. The glares that were sent your way didn't feel good but none burnt quite like your sisters. You looks towards her in in time to see her shaking your head and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was thinking.

"Don't eve--"

"Nice to see it didn't take you two long to return to old ways" Mapi beats you to it.

"Mapi" Alexia warns her.

"I don't appreciate you leaving me waiting for you in the gym" the blonde ignores her captain and continues her attack.

"What are you talking about? I don't want to be near you, never mind speak to you in private"

"But Lola said you wanted to see me"

"She lied. I didn't sleep last night so my guess is she told you that so that she could tell Leila to come to my room without you been a bitch about it"

"So you did sleep together" Mapi was been relentless and the team couldn't help but watch.

"You need to move on or you and I will be done. Do you understand?" your voice was low in order to keep your conversation private.

Mapi's stoic expression drops for a second but she soon recovers.

The room was in shock as they watched the interaction between the two of you. Over the years you and Mapi had fought but it never got this bad and they had never seen you this angry.

"You don't turn your back on family" Mapi shouts.

"You did it first"

Some of the coaches saw the argument in the lobby so they choose to keep you and Mapi separated for the training session but in doing so they paired you up with Leila. It was awkward at first but the two of you worked well on the pitch and it was nice to see that not everything has changed.

They're was one part of training where you couldn't avoid your sister and that was during the scrimmage at the end of the session. The aggressive style you both chose to play with meant that things got physical quickly between the two of you. Irene warned you and Alexia did the same to Mapi but it was a waste of time, you were out for blood and was treating the game like it was a world cup final. Even though you were battling on the pitch you did so in a save way, that is until you are clear on goal and you feel studs collide with your ankle. Despite the pain mounting in your foot you are up and in your sister's face within a matter of seconds.

"Really Mapi!" you shove her backwards "Was breaking my heart not enough for you? Do you want to end my career too?"

"I didn't break your heart Y/N. Don't stand there and act like the thing between you and Leila was anything more than sex. You're just angry that I called you out on it" Mapi steps forward only for Alexia hold her arm out making the defender stop in her tracks.

"You don't get it do you? You want to know why I didn't tell you?" you turn to face Leila "Do you want to know why I didn't tell her?"

"Because you were ashamed"

"Because I fell in love with you, not that it matters anymore" it took you a few days and one to many drinks with V to come to this realisation and it scared the life out of you. Of all the people, it was Leila who showed you what love was.

You could feel your emotions getting the better of you so when a stray tear falls down your cheek you are quick to wipe it away before leaving the pitch. This is why you didn't do relationships or feelings, it never ended well and you always ended up hurt.

A member of the coaching staff calls for training to continue whilst another follows you into the gym. By the time the rest of the team enter the gym you are working with the coach but in a separate area.

"Ladies listen up. I want you to pair up and work through the exercises on the board"

"What about Y/N?" Leila asks. In the camps previous the two of you had partnered up so it felt wrong you not being with the team even though she doubts you would want to work with her.

"Y/N is almost done and then she will be taking over Alexia's media this afternoon"

"That's not—“ Alexia is cut off.

"It was her suggestion"

That didn't exactly reassure Alexia. You hated media almost as much as she did so that fact that you'd rather spend your afternoon within journalists instead of the team spoke volumes.

The girls complete their workout and your revelation is not brought up once although a few looks are exchanged between Leila and Mapi. You being in love with Leila changed things and although she knows she had no right, Mapi feels her protective instinct for the first time since she found out.

A couple of hours later Lola is laid on her bed when she hears a knock at the door. She is quick to her feet hoping to find you on the other side of the door but that's not the case.

"Capitana, by all means come in" Lola jokes as Alexia is already through the door and inspecting your room "Y/N isn't here and before you ask I don't know where she is, haven't seen her since the workout"

Lola can tell that Alexia doesn't believe her but she was telling the truth. Within seconds someone else knocks at the door, this time it's Jenni, Irene and Aitana. The look of disappointment on their faces let's Lola know know that they too came to see you.

Mapi stands on the other side of your room. She can hear voices inside, one she doesn't hear is yours but that doesn't stop her from knocking.

"Well, well, well if it isn't my least favourite Leon" Lola says as she answers the door for the third time.

"I know I messed up, you don't have to remind me" Mapi says as she enters. She didn't know that you had such strong feelings for Leila, she just thought you were playing games and sister or not, she didn't want her best friend to get hurt.

"She isn't here" Jenni tells your sister.

"I know" this gets the attention of those around her.

"You know where she is?" Alexia asks.

"No but she isn't going to come back here" Mapi says as if it is obvious.

"Why not?"

"Because you’re all here"

What Mapi said made sense. Whenever something happened you craved peace and quiet, the type that only comes when you are alone but it didn't stop them from worrying especially when they noticed you left you phone in the room this morning. They had no option other than to wait for you to get back from wherever you had gone.

It was hard to find a place that nobody knew about when you attended national camp but last year you found an empty office that looked over the training field. It was peaceful and gave you time to think.

You honestly thought when you first slept with Leila that it would last a month, two at most and then the two of you would move on with your lives. Now almost a year later you have just confessed that you had fallen in love with her in front of the entire team.

When the door opens you don't move, you keep your back towards the person who has walked in. As far as you were aware only one person knew about this room and it was because you showed her it when you wanted a few moments alone where you wouldn't get interrupted.

"Everyone's looking for you" Leila takes a seat beside you but doesn't invade your personal space.

"Then they'll be looking for you too" you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. You feel stupid for feeling the way you do and you wished you could take back what you said. Not because you didn't mean it but because it stripped you of the walls you spent years building up.

Rightly or wrongly you move closer to Leila and rest your head on her shoulder.

"Who knew that night you seduced me would lead to this?" Leila was careful with the words she chose. It was a serious topic and the last thing she wanted to do was scare you away.

"Now we both knew it was you who seduced me. I was dancing innocently when you joined me on the dance floor, starting grinding on me, grabbed my hands placing one just near the hem of you skirt and the other one on your stomach so I could pull you close" that moment seemed so minor at the time but you remembered it as if it was yesterday.

"I surprised you remember, you were very drunk" Leila chuckles slightly and you know she is playing the moment back in her head.

"You were drunk Leila. I was stone cold sober"

"So you knew what you were doing?" Leila asked you. It always played on her mind, she thought you were drunk and wondered if you would have done the same thing if you were sober, now she finally has her answer.

"By the way you seemed to enjoy yourself that night I am offended that you would even have to ask" It was a cocky reply but you tone didn't match what you were saying and Leila picked up on it straight away.

"Y/N"

"Yes Leila I knew what I doing. I knew you were forbidden fruit but I slept with you anyways. I knew my sister would hate me but I didn't care. That night, and the many nights after, I made a decision one that I stand by because it brought some of the happiest times of my life even if those moments were mostly in the bedroom" you stand up and begin pacing the room, the weight of the situation was like anvil on your chest and you wasn't sure how much more you could take before breaking completely.

"But look where that got us Leila" you were admitting defeat.

"It got us us" Leila stood so she was at your level although due to the height difference she was a little bit smaller.

She cups your face giving you no other option than to look her in the eyes. It had been a few days since you had really looked at her and she was breathtaking. You succumb to her touch and she smirks slightly when she sees the affect she has on you, even now.

"You said you fell in love with me, did you mean it?" her hands drop to her side.

You take a moment to think about it. It felt right when you said it but in your eyes you were incapable of loving someone the way they deserved and in turn you didn't deserve their love but Leila made you question the possibility.

Was you in love with her? You aren't sure. What you are sure of is that you are the happiest when you are with her, that she is the first person you think of in a morning and the last person at night. When she is having a good day, you are too and when she is having a bad day, you will do everything in your power to make it better. You felt whole when your bodies are intertwined but did that mean you were in love with her?

Why did something so well known have to be so confusing?

"Y/N" Leila says bringing you out of your own head and back to the present moment.

"Leila I don't know what love is but when i'm with you it feels like what I imagine love to be"

It was the closest thing Leila was going to get to the 3 magic words and she knew it.

"I'm scared too Y/N" you didn't have to tell Leila, she understood how your mind works "Loving someone is scary and that's ok"

"But everyone—“

Public perception was something you always said you never cared about but now that they have opinions about something and someone you cared about, well it changed the way you thought.

"They will have their opinions and we can't stop them but at this point our team is full of couples so they don't really have a leg to stand on"

Leila had a point but their relationships didn't matter to you.

"But what—“

Your insecurities were beginning to get the better of you and the cracks in your confident persona were beginning to show.

"What if I were to say I have fallen in love with you?"

"Have you?" the concept of someone loving you seems absurd to you.

"I have. I love you Y/N and I know I messed up by telling your sister about us but I--"

Leila is cut off when you crash your lips into hers. You don't know what comes over you in that moment but you need her. She returns the kiss and it soon becomes deeper. You had kissed Leila countless times, this time was different. It's as if you let you heart take the reigns and it wasn't wasting any time in showing Leila just how much she means to you.

"What does this mean?" you ask after regaining your breathe.

"It means we both know what we want and we won't let anyone get in the way of that"

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Moth to a flame part 3?

Moth To A Flame | Konig NSFW

| first of all, I just wanna say thank you for all the support on this story. when I say I was not expecting to make this a series I wasn't. I literally was listening to the song and got some really good inspiration for a quick little smut and kept it pushing lmao. im so glad you guys like it and I hope to write more long stories in the future! in this part I will say Konig is a little crazy, and a lot of mentions about stalking, mommy king(hehehe), and aggressive sex are mentioned. also horrible German translation. if these are any triggers to you please please do not read this part! thank you again ily all sm <3 |

four months have passed since you moved away. you and your boyfriend now live in New York, working a daytime job as a school nurse. you finally decided to put your college degree to work. your boyfriend worked at the same company, got a raise and is planning on taking you both out to Cancun for the summer. and of course,

you got the abortion.

it was the least you could do to help make your boyfriend feel better. the last thing you needed was to be alone in New York, a city too big for someone to learn on their own. you were happy. contempt. Konig was out of your life and you were able to focus on your boyfriend now.

however, arguments and trust issues were inevitable after what happened. as much as your boyfriend loved you, he couldn't trust that the same thing would happen again. whether it was Konig or someone else. a ring light camera was placed at the front of your apartment door, checked by him every night for Konig but also any suspicious activity. "its more so for our safety." he had told you a few days ago. but you knew it was more to prove his doubts wrong.

Konig harnt reached out to you. he was blocked on everything, completely ghosted. but you knew that wouldn't stop him from looking for you. you just hoped it wasn't anytime soon. the abortion was already a big step into the right path for you, Konig coming in and ruining that path was not what you needed. you were happy where your life was now, you were happy with your boyfriend. Konig would never be an issue again.

that was until you heard a knock at the door of your office. "come in~" you said sing songly, expecting another high schooler to come in with some lame excuse to be here and not in class. you paid no mind to when the door open, finishing putting the rest of the cough drops into the jar. "what can I help you with?" you asked, back still turned.

it was quiet for a moment. then, you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist. you gasped, turning quickly. there, Konig looked down at you, a wide spread smile on his face. "Meine Liebe, ich habe dich so sehr vermisst.." he whispered, leaning down placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

to say your heart felt like it would jump out your body was a humungous understatement. you know it wasn't your fault this time it was happening. but you still felt beyond guilty, and most of all scared. pushing him back, you moved to the front of your desk. " h-how.. how did you find me- how did you get in?" you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "dont worry about that my love.. im here now. im here to take you back home." he said, tilting his head slightly.

he looked around, humming softly. "this is a cute office. very you like." he said, smiling at the photos of you and students you had grown close to over the last few months. but he didnt really care about that. he cared about getting you back to "home". "I am home Konig. you need to leave me alone im serious this time. im happy here im happy with-"

"but you aren't. I know you aren't. I know you miss me meine liebe. I miss you too. think about you all the time." he said, another smile coming across his face. he moved closer to you but you backed away. he sighed, crossing his arms. he was unhealthy. he needed serious help. help you simply couldn't offer him. "how long are you going to play this game." he said, his tone more serious, his eyes shooting you daggers.

"im not playing a game Konig you need to move on. you cheated many times. you lost your chance to be with me." you said, looking to his side. he wasn't one to get angry, so you weren't worried about that. you were worried about falling for his gaze, his puppy eyes. " gosh those were mistakes. I regret it. I love you. I love you please come back to me." he begged, his voice going from demanding to desperate.

he moved forward again, this time following you until your back hit the wall.

shit.

he placed an arm on the side of your head, the other moving for your chin. smiling, he tilted his head. "dont you see.. no matter where you go, how many phone numbers you make. ill find you, like I always do. and ill fuck you good, like I always do. ill have you leave him and be with me. who you really wanna be with." he whispered, his eyes moving down from your lips to your covered breasts. your chest rose and fell quickly, tears brimming your eyes. you hated him. but you hated him even more because you know he was right. he always fucks you good. he always finds you.

"please.. please leave me alone." you whimpered, fighting back the tears. he ignored your cries and moved his hand to your tummy, frowning. "our baby.. where is it? you should be a lot bigger by now." he said, stepping back a bit.

at that moment you had remembered the abortion, cursing yourself for allowing it to slip your mind so quickly. "where is our baby?" he asked again, his eyes going back to dark, angry ones. you opened your mouth to say words, but none came out. what were you to say? what if he really got angry with you this time? but he had the right to know. and you knew that. after all, he was the father.

"i..I aborted it Konig.. it wouldn't have grown up with its real father anyways." you replied after a moment. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. you knew all to well he wasn't going to have a pleased look on his face.

silence filled the large room until finally, he spoke up. "well. we can always try again." he said, turning to the chair at your desk. he rolled it out, sitting on it. "come here." he said, patting his lap. but you didnt move. he smiled, shaking his head. "always been defiant. I remember when we first got together I had to train that pretty little mouth of yours to not talk back to me. now look at you. thats what happens when you mess with boys, libeling. not men."

his words didnt bother you in an annoyed or angry way. unlucky for you, it made you clench around nothing. and he knew it did. he knew you loved being talked down on while being treated like a princess. he knew exactly how to turn you on and he was abusing that knowledge right now. " I bet you missed being thrown around, fucked like some worthless toy and then babied right after. dont you?" he stood from the chair, making his way back over to you. " you miss your mouth getting fucked, filled with cum. swallowing it all. making a mess on my dick.. fuck I think about it all the time. those pretty little eyes of yours looking up at me. mascara running down your face while I slide myself down that tight, tight fucking throat of yours." he said, looking down to your throat before quickly looking back into your eyes.

wet wasn't even the word to describe the situation going on in your underwear. you cursed yourself mentally for allowing him to talk to you like this. but you couldn't stop him. because he was right. your boyfriend, no matter how hard he tried, simply couldnt man handle you the way you loved. the way you needed. he was gentle, afraid to leave so much as a hickey on you. but he was slowly becoming more open to it, especially since seeing Konig pounding you from behind. he wanted you to stay, he didnt want you to move on to another. or back to Konig.

"Konig you need to leave.. im not coming back to you. you messed up far too man-"

" so let me make it up to you libeling.. lassen Sie mich um Sie kümmern.." he was now standing right infront of you, looking down at you. you couldnt look away. the way he spoke to you in his mother tongue turned you on, always. even if you couldnt understand every word, his deep voice and accent made it hot. his hand slid up your nursing shirt, gripping your covered breast. you bit down on your lip, closing your eyes. you couldnt give in. not this easy.

shoving his hand down, you stepped away. "Konig leave or ill call the police. ill write a restraining order anything to get you away from me." you finally said, fixing your shirt. "your so hot when you try to act all tough maus.. fuck its making me so hard." he said, pulling at his pants buckle. your eyes flickered down for a few seconds, but it didnt go unnoticed. "see dont fight it maus.. I know you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours. make you cum all over me. in this office of yours. you want me to fuck you on your desk huh?" he whispered, unbuckling his pants and slowly pulling his already hard dick out.

the tip literally dripped pre cum, dropping to the floor. it made you whimper, only fueling his craving for you. "Konig.. please leave." you whispered out, but it wasn't confident enough for him to believe. he smirked, turning down towards your chair once again. "maus dont you see how hard I am? I need you. I crave you." he said softly, eyes looking at you so "innocently".

his hand gripped the base of his dick, a sigh coming from him. he leaned over, spitting onto the tip and moving his hand down his shaft, slowly back up. a quiet groan left his lips, his head resting back and looking to you. he sped up his hand movements, keeping eye contact onto you. small, desperate whimpers slipped from his lips as his hips bucked up. "oh maus.. please~" he whimpered, his chest rising fast, falling at the same rate.

you whimpered at him, wanting to go and slide down on his dick. not matter how badly you wanted to keep up with the happiness you had in your life right now, you needed him. he saw your confusion and smiled, taking his other hand and reaching out. you hesitated, but slowly walked over to him. his movements slowed down, his eyes looking up at you. "please.." he whimpered.

you knew this was wrong. and you hated how much he always found a way to wrap you around his finger. how he always managed to get you beneath him, fucking into you relentlessly. and you hated how he always came back into your life when you were happy. you hated how badly you craved him, no matter how far away he was, or how bad he treated you.

you couldn't process anything until you felt him pull you down onto his lips. and you couldnt stop yourself from kissing him back. your hands cupped his face, forcing your tongue into his mouth. he smirked against your lips, pulling you onto his lap. you grazed over his exposed dick, sitting right front of it. you pulled away, a long strong of saliva connecting you two.

" maus.. i wanna fuck you so bad. please." he whispered, his hand sliding up your shirt, pulling your bra down and playing with your nipple. you whimpered, nodding your head quickly. "c-can I lock the door?" you whispered, looking down at him. but he was so focused on your nipples, and playing with himself that he same time. you assumed he didnt care, and continued to pull your shirt up and off.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and stood, sitting you on your desk. "imma fuck you... send you back home with my cum swimming around inside you. you want that?" he said, pulling your pants down. you hated how much you wanted to say yes. it was killing you. but the way his tip ran up and down your slit, teasing your entrance as he whispered filthy words into your ear, you couldnt help but whimper out a pathetic 'yes'.

thats all he needed to hear from you before he slid his full, thick length into your tight cunt, a deep groan coming from him as his head pressed against the top of yours. a gasp slipped from you, your hand covering your mouth. as hot as this was, fucking in your nurse office with the door unlocked, it was risky. in fact, you could loose your job. but he wanted that. he wanted you to have a reason to leave and go back with him, no matter how crazy or detrimental the reason. " so fucking dirty.. getting fucked on your office desk-shit- I bet you want someone to come in here and see this tight cunt getting fucked huh?" he whispered, gripping the back of your head, pulling it so your eyes met his.

he was hot. you couldnt admit it. the way he looked as he fucked you made you go feral. his hair sticking to the top of his forehead, eyes locked onto yours as small whimpers and groans left his pretty little lips. he could say the same for you. the way your tits jerked up and down every thrust he gave, your desk squeaking along with it. your hands gripping onto him as you gave him small, pathetic begs. "say it louder baby.. what do you want? be a big girl for me." he whispered, pulling his now shiny dick out, slamming it back into you. your hands gripped him harder as his grip on your head did too. "f-faster.. please" you finally were able to muster out.

his hips waited no time to move faster, feeling every vein and inch of his thickness move in and out of you. it was heaven. no matter how much you hated him, you couldnt stop yourself from letting him fuck you. anywhere. anytime. you guys were like magnets, no matter how hard you both tried you couldnt keep away from each other.

the more time went on, you realized the tears forming in konigs eyes. they weren't from pleasure either. " k-konig?" you asked, your hands falling to his lower stomach. but he kept going, no matter how hard you tried to stop him, he kept going. "I-i hate you.. so fucking much. I hate y-you because I know I c..I cant live with or without you-fuck.. I-i crave you even when I shouldn't.. I fucking hate you" he cried out, small whimpers coming every now and then from him.

for a moment you had to stop and think about what he just said. but, he didnt give you much time. the more his tears fell the faster and harder his thrusts became. the more aggressive he became. he let go of your head but pushed your body back, your bare back hitting the cold desk, pens and papers falling to the floor. "k-konig" your whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist. "I-im gonna..cum soon..fuck!" he groaned, his head falling into your chest. his hot tears covered you and you could've sworn you heard 'mommy' fall from his lips every now and then. it made you clench around him seeing him so vulnerable, so emotional while fucking you.

he took one of your legs, pushing it up so your foot rested on top of the desk. his thrusts became deeper, the sound of your moans growing louder. his hand quickly found your mouth, silencing all the whimpers and moans that slipped from you. "m..mommy im cumming~" he cried out, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy.

his sudden change in persona threw you off guard, but you liked it. too much. the closer he got the more he chanted 'mommy'. and you could tell, he was really close. "m-mommy I-ill hold it back.. ill hold it back till y-you cum first~" he whimpered into your chest, his arms finding your waist and pulling you up into him.

your hands quickly found his hair and tugged it, moaning how good you felt. "k-konig keep going.. im so close~" you moaned, your head falling back off the desk, eyes shutting closed. he growled, slamming deeper into you, stabbing your squishy g spot each time.

the knot in your stomach quickly came undone and not too long after, he came with you, his grip on you tight enough to snap you in half if he really wanted. he whimpered as the last bit of his cum shot into you, small 'plat plat's coming from beneath you two. he pulled out, watching the mix of cum pour out of you as if you were a waterfall, dropping to the floor.

heavy breathing filled the now silent room as you slowly lifted yourself up. "ill get you a paper towel." he said softly, shuffling over to the counter and grabbing the roll. he brought it over, getting to his knees and slowly, spreading your legs. taking the towel he ran over your pussy slow, collecting the cum. it was silent. you didn't know if you should bring up what he said, what he called you.

he sensed your tension and looked up at you from below. "I meant every word I said. I hate you. but I hate you because I love you too much to let you be someone else's. nobody.. nobody has ever made me this crazy.. ever. you've unlocked a part of me that I didn't know existed. I didn't know I had. my heart hurts seeing you happy with someone who isn't me, having a life with someone who isn't me. and what hurts more is to know I caused that." he spoke, his voice soft.

you looked down at him, your chest hurt. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. "you dont have to say anything. ill leave you and your boyfriend alone." he stood, throwing the papers away. "im moving back to Germany." he said, looking down at you. and you couldnt lie, your chest felt like it was tightening. tears began to pool but you looked down.

" I leave in three days. I just.. wanted to say goodbye. I guess. I know you hate me, I know you want me to leave. and I love you enough to do anything that will make you happy. if you-"

your hands wrapped around his shirt collar and you pulled him down, slamming your lips to his. his large hands slammed against the sides of you, holding himself up. he immediately kissed back, moaning into the kiss. thats when the tears fell.

"please..please dont leave.." you whispered, pulling away. you looked up at him, looking for anything that said "I won't".. but his lips formed a small smile, his hand meeting your cheek. "your happier without me.. you know you are." "I dont c-care. I cant ha-have you not here. please"

the tears kept falling and he caught each one, flicking them from your face. " oh meine liebe.." he whispered, pulling you into a hug.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

2 years had passed. you were pregnant. again. getting married in a few months too. you were excited because you felt like you were happy, for real this time. you stayed in New York, working at a new school more uptown. it was great, you were happy now.

" okay chicken orrr steak?" you asked your fiancé, rubbing your baby bump as you stared into the fridge. your soon to be husband came behind you, kissing your neck and putting his hand on top of yours. "chicken. we can make Alfredo." he said. nodding, you grabbed the meat, putting it in the sink to defrost.

" ill go run you a bath and we can get ready to go to the bakery. im excited to taste all the new cakes." he said, taking your hand and kissing each knuckle. " me too. especially the Oreo one. pleaseee at least try it. for me." you pouted. "your gonna say no to your pregnant fiancé?" you smirked, pointing to your belly.

you were due exactly 3 months after your wedding. so you both decided now was the perfect time to get married before you both had no time. "I guess I cant huh." he laughed, opening the bedroom door. you sat at the edge, watching his tall stature move to the shared bathroom.

as you watched him from your bed you smiled, thinking of all you both had been through. maybe it was the hormones, but you felt the tears well in your eyes. and it didnt go unnoticed either. " meine liebe? whats wrong?" he asked horridly, rushing over and wiping the tears from your eyes. you smiled and shook your head, placing a high kiss on his cheek.

"I just love you a lot. thats all." you whispered. he smiled, lifting you bridal style before kissing you passionately back. " Ich liebe dich mehr, meine liebe."

| tried to be cool and only highlight when y'all knew he was speaking at the end hehehe anyways guys this is like.. the end! if you guys would want one where the outcome is different and she stays with her current boyfriend lmkk cause I can do that too. but yea like I said thank you all so much for the love on this mini series <333 |

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gghalcyon · 6 months

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Call of Duty Headcanon : Felix "König" Oravec

Disclaimer: This is my personal head cannon for König, who I named Felix Oravec. Most are different from standard head cannon, including how he looks.

Call Sign: König

Name : Felix Oravec

Alias(es) : König, Felix

Gender : Male

Birthday : August 15

Nationality : Austrian

Place of Birth : Vienna, Austria

Spoken Language(s): Austrian, German, English

Sexuality: Heterosexual

APPEARANCE

6'6" with an athletic and muscular build

Has short brown hair and blue eyes.

Blue-gray eyes and tanned complexion, with multiple scars from his missions all over his body

Visible facial scar under his left eye, reddish scar.

Typically wears tactical gear and a menacing sniper mask that covers his face.

BACKGROUND

Childhood

König was born to a middle-class family in Austria and raised in a household dominated by his mother, a tough-minded and driven woman who worked hard to provide for them ever since the sudden death of his father in a freak car accident. She had worked hard to make ends meet, often leaving König to his own devices as she worked late nights to provide for their small family.

König's father was originally from Slovakia, and upon marriage, his mother decided to take on his last name which was "Ovarek."

König had grown up feeling like an outsider, always on the fringes of the activities that seemed to fill the days of the other children. Growing up, he was an anxious child who was bullied both at home and in school. He was often the target of ridicule and mockery, and he never felt like he belonged anywhere.

For years, König kept this sense of isolation buried deep within him, only occasionally manifesting in moments of intense fear or sadness. But when he became a teenager, his feelings of abandonment and displacement began to take on a more aggressive form. He lashed out at his teachers and classmates, retreating further into himself in the process.

König's mother, sensing the growing darkness in her son, urged him to take up a hobby to help him channel his emotions. He chose rugby, a sport that he found to be both physically and mentally demanding. He trained diligently, pushing himself to be the best he could be. Eventually, his dedication paid off, and he rose to become one of the top rugby players in the region.

The sport gave König a sense of purpose, but it also led him to contemplate his place in the world. He finally comprehended what it meant to stand out from the crowd, and wanted to make use of this new insight to shape the world around him.

Early Military

At age seventeen, König made up his mind to join the military in an effort to start anew. König's journey in the military was a transformational one. Although physical training and discipline were of utmost importance, it was the mental journey that truly shaped him as an individual. He found himself becoming increasingly aware of his environment and the people around him, honing his ability to see things from different perspectives. At last, he felt like he belonged somewhere.

He was driven by a new sense of purpose, determined to use his newfound understanding of the world to make a difference in it. He quickly rose through the ranks, becoming known for his bravery on the battlefield and his commitment to protecting the lives of those around him.

However, König soon realized that the battlefield could not be won with only physical strength—it took intelligence and persuasion as well. As he progressed further up through the ranks, König began to incorporate strategies such as diplomacy and negotiation into his combat strategies, allowing him to accomplish objectives without resorting to violence when possible.

His leadership style had earned him a great deal of respect from both superiors and comrades alike, and he was recommended to join the Austrian Jagdkommando.

Austrian Jagdkommando to KorTac

After 5 years as a soldier, he took his commanders recommendation and made the decision to join the Austrian Jagdkommando. The Austrian Jagdkommando - "JaKdo" for short - drew him in because of their motto "Never Retreat" and notorious vigor.

He was one of the youngest individuals to pass the Physical Fitness Test of the Austrian Jagdkommando after completing The Pre-Selection process called AU Testung. He was one of 15% of the candidates to make it through the selection and training phase.

He served with the Jagdkommando for several years until he was honorably discharged after a pivotal mission, the same mission where he received his call name “König.”

REPUTATION AND SPECIALTIES

Reputation: Known for his fearlessness. Willing to charge into any situation, guns blazing. Earned the nickname "The Battering Ram" for busting down doors and being great as an insertion and breaching operative.

Specialties: CQB breaching, close quarters combat, weapons proficiency. CQB combat, breaching doors, insertion tactics, close-quarters weapons like shotguns and SMGs. Surprisingly agile for his size.

Weapon of Choice: Jagdkommando knife, SCAR assault rifle kitted for aggressive pushing. Also carries a sidearm. Armsel Striker semi-auto 12-gauge shotgun loaded with breaching rounds. Also carries a .45 ACP SMG.

Callsign Backstory: König earned his call sign “König” meaning “King” during his time in the Austrian military. During one pivotal mission, König's unit was tasked with raiding a human trafficking ring operating out of an old warehouse.

The traffickers were heavily armed and used civilians as human shields. König's commanding officer ordered the unit to stand down, fearing civilian casualties, and requesting additional backup.

But König disobeyed orders, charging into the warehouse alone. He moved with ruthless efficiency, gunning down 12 enemy combatants in close quarters without harming any hostages. When the dust settled, the hostages surrounded König, calling him their savior. One little girl looked up at the imposing soldier in his black mask and said "You're like a king, sent to rescue us."

From that day on, König was bestowed the call sign König - the German word for "King." It signifies his bravery in combat and willingness to put his life on the line to protect the innocent. The call sign stuck with him into his mercenary days, a reminder of how one man's valor can make a difference.

While he went against orders, the fact he saved so many civilians and also protected his commanding officer during battle earned him an honorable discharge.

PERSONALITY

Looks intimidating but has a big heart. He wants to use his skills to save lives and fight evil.

Wears his signature black mask during missions to keep anonymity. Contrary to rumors, he does remove his black mask when outside of missions, and when out and about with teammates and when in civilian settings.

Prefers to let his actions speak for themselves. However, can also clearly articulate himself when necessary in a direct way.

Though he's normally reserved, he opens up over drinks with his teammates, or in 1:1 chats, revealing more of his dark humor.

He is not a big fan of drinking, and often limits himself to one beer and/or a shot during the rare occasions he is hanging out with others. He prefers to remain sober as much as he could, not wanting to ever be like his mother who had been an abusive alcoholic. In addition, his training in Jagdkommando has taught him the importance of having his wits about him as much as possible just in case.

RELATIONSHIPS / LOVE LIFE

He is not close to his mother whom he hasn’t spoken to since he left the home at 17 years old. His mother assumes he is dead, something he wants to keep that way, as they’ve been estranged and she had been an abusive and alcoholic to him growing up.

Though he has had romantic trysts in the past, he tends to avoid them or any serious relationships that may compromise him. His first loyalty is to his mission and team. Deep down though–although he tries to deny it–he does have a wish to one day meet someone who’d accept him wholeheartedly and who he can open up to.

Love is not something that comes easily to König. His traumatic upbringing and focus on his duties have made it difficult for him to open up emotionally. He has had a few fleeting romantic encounters over the years, but nothing meaningful.

König had a brief romance with someone during his early military service in Austria. They parted ways when König decided to join Jagdkommando, but he still fondly remembers their time together as one of the few times he was able to be vulnerable with someone.

Now in his early 30s, König leads an isolated life, pouring all his energy into the mission at hand. While some may desire a family or relationship, he does not feel he could balance the life of a soldier with deeper personal connections.

Though seen as cold and intimidating by many, there are rare glimpses of warmth and humanity in König when he bonds with his fellow operatives. He remains fiercely devoted to his makeshift family within KorTac, willing to lay down his life for them if needed.

For now, the team and pursuit of the greater good is König's reason for being. He finds satisfaction in serving a purpose higher than himself. Any thoughts of romance will have to wait until he fulfills his personal unfinished mission. Underneath the mask lies a heart that, while wary, still hopes to find connection one day.

INTEREST AND HOBBIES

König spends time at the shooting range honing his marksmanship and speed drills to stay sharp with firearms and tactical weapons. He also has an impressive collection of guns stashed in his apartment.

König is particularly keen on hand-to-hand combat training, such as Krav Maga, Jiu Jitsu, and Muay Thai, and spends a large portion of his days practicing these martial arts at an MMA gym to strengthen his agility.

When he's not on a mission, König likes to go backpacking with full gear and trek into the wilderness for days; this helps him hone his survival skills and provides peace from busy city life. Being close to nature also allows him to indulge in his childhood passion: drawing and sketching landscapes and people in his pocket sketchbook.

König prefers listening to all varieties of rock music and enjoys watching live bands perform. He favors watching bands at smaller, more intimate gigs over larger festivals or arena shows. When not working out or on a mission, he generally listens to calmer sounds instead of aggressive music.

#gghalcyon #gghalcyon's König headcannon #könig headcanons #awesome könig fanart #könig fanfiction #König profile #call of duty #Modern Warfare 3

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Fig Faeth Junior Year Playlist: Side A

It's no surprise that Fig Faeth's playlist is the one that I actually listen to the most. It's just a very good vibe and I love her. Took extra time to Song descriptions and thoughts down below. Spoilers for Episodes 1-10.

Genres included: Pop-punk, Punk, Alternative

1. hair out, Stand Atlantic

Am I fuckin' up my life? I'm just tryna make improvements Slowly givin' up the fight But I gotta cover up the bruise That I get from all the Expectations give me vertigo Wasting away to the pressure The pressure, The pressure, oh

This song is such an earworm, scratching a specific itch in my brain. Love the fact that both Kristen and Fig (the failing girlies) start with a Stand Atlantic song, and it works with the way that Fig is coming at this season. From the jump, she is one of the most visibly and audibly burnt out, specifically from the pressure of the "sophomore album" that was supposed to come out months ago. This song is definitely about the pressures of a songwriter as well as the pressures of life in general so it fits sooooo perfectly. Especially with the "I can already here people hating the song" outro *chefs kiss*

2. Who The Hell Am I?, NOBRO

God, I'm tired of being like this I can change, but in a minute Always looking for the back door, on the run Always at the party, never quite having fun Play with fire, and you're gonna get burned I'm on fire, and you know it hurts I was always on the outside looking in Maybe it's me 'cause I never wanna fit in

Fig's class struggles, her conversation with Mazey, I can't take it. I feel like we've all been there. I really love how the narrative with her has progressed, like last season was deconstructing her need to mold herself into other people (or into an idealized version of herself) now she's trying to figure out who she is at her core without all the disguises.

3. 7 Years Bad Luck, Glasseater

Something strange seems to be plaguing me Everything I touch falls apart I've lost it all, losing all my luck Suffering 7 years bad luck

I don't particularly love this song, a little too unintentionally underproduced, but it deserves a spot on this playlist. I feel like I would be Fig in the curse situation. It took me a literal year to deal with debilitating stomach problems, and I, too, waited until my friends noticed to actually do something about it. Either way, can't wait to learn more about the weird Galier Pride curse, love the representation for my stomach problem girlies

4. Where the Heart Is, Sweet Pill

Get this My mind's been in a million places but my body hasn't moved an inch And I feel like I'm missing out again Ignoring my plans Wondering how they went Feeling bad about it If I could just take a chance I wouldn't feel so bad To see past myself I wouldn't feel so bad

This is Fig's final decision to try Paladin after doing so well with Warlock. She knows the priorities in her gut don't match with what anyone else says, but she's discovering her loyalty. She's figuring out her actual drive... following her heart <3

5. Impostor Syndrome, Sidney Gish

Unfortunately, I am My own dog, my own fur companion My own old lady on a forum Who types in glittery decorum Unfortunately, I take Myself out walking every day and I had my legs to the feet and I give my head to the leash

Making Fantasy High playlists is like making a ven diagram of which dog-themed songs are Tracker-coded and which are Fig-coded. This one, to me at least, is Fig-coded. (yes, I do have a tracker playlist, and yes, every song in it is dog/wolf specific, BUT THEY'RE GOOD OK). We love our Oath/Pact of the German Shepard.

6. You Owe Me Nothing In Return, Alanis Morissette

I'll give you countless amounts of outright Acceptance if you want it I will give you encouragement to chose The path you want if you need it You can speak of anger and doubts Your fears and freak outs And I'll hold it

So I know that we're gearing up for Fig's Warlock/Paladin agreement post "mooner yulenear," but this is my interpretation of what it's going to look like. She cares about her friends, and she would do anything for them! And though I know this song came out in 2002, Alanis Morissette is a 90's icon and perfect for the grungy riot grrrl vibe I see for her

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #d20 #d20 fhsy #spotify #fantasy mixtapes #fig faeth #d20 fig #fhjy spoilers #d20 spoilers #emily axford #Spotify

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Thinking about dancer Grimmjow a lot🫢💦 and maybe artist Ichigo 🥺💕

Ichigo who’s always looking for inspiration, always a sketchbook and some sort of graphite or pen on hand; drawing strangers is great practice after all.

Him sitting outside a dance studio, perhaps? 👀 idk yet exactly what kind of dancer, but I imagine Grimmjow would do something that requires a lot of elasticity and movement. He’s the type that knows a bit of everything but likes stuff that occupies his whole body and honestly enjoys using new alt music most, like contemporary dance, something that feels almost like gymnastics to him.

Ichigo goes there regularly, he finds dancers of any kind are great for dynamic drawings, and one of the younger students’ teachers there knows him and knows he’s not some sort of creep; he’ll even show her at times the drawings he’s made of her choreographies. Yoruichi just loves to look at herself, he’s sure.

But the studio doesn’t just host children and teens’ dance classes; older, more experienced dancers go there to work and practice and meet-up for future projects (he’s come to learn, on the times Yoru spooks him away from having his nose buried between paper and pen).

It’s always great when new dancers come in, all with different dance styles, approaches to the art, different faces and even body types.

Then he comes along. Aggressive in his art, but somehow careful, graceful like a feline, sure of himself and his skills. Shoots a cold look his way the first time he sees him, Ichigo’s almost ashamed of the little crush that flourishes from the way this man so easily puts him down with his eyes.

Maybe not right away, but he can’t deny that very look chases him even now. Sketching away on a farther bench than usual in case the guy with the blue hair and the jaguar tattoo sees him drawing him, again.

Nothing inherently wrong with it— mind you, he’s still not being a creep. The guy hasn’t asked him to stop, hasn’t said much at all actually; brushed off his stuttered apology and only winked his way when asked if he should stop.

But god forbid he ever give Grimmjow fucking Jaegerjaquez the satisfaction of catching him sketching the perfect curve of his spine with the eyes of a maniac, again. Looming over him with a predatory grin and an accusatory, amused, look that knew —Ichigo knows he knew— exactly how many times he’d practiced that stupid curve.

also I’m headcanoning Grimmjow as mexican/german, bc I can✨ mexican mom and german dad, so he is fluent in spanish, german and english and totally speaks with a jumble of all three when he’s in comfortable company, def think he lived most of his life in mexico tho bc yes,,, also maybe sibling Nelliel??? yes🥹??? Not mentioned either but I’m thinking this is Ichigo studying at an art school abroad too 🤔✨

none of this is super important to the au bc I’m just here to throw my obsession with drawing Grimm’s pretty body at Ichigo lmaooo but ,, ye spanish-speaking grimmjow and *uwu twirls hair, draws your pretty butt as flirting* Ichigo lmaoo💕

also ofc they end up fucking, bc it’s me ofc they do— and maybe there’s a moment when Ichigo’s fckn balls deep and the mofo’s like— ‘wait don’t move- can I draw your cock?’ *is already manifesting a sketchbook* Grimmjow is horrified, but also flattered,,, and apparently not even that can make his dick go limp for the red-head so… fine he can draw his cock while he’s just there splayed half on his lap, half on the bed, and fully on his stupid dick.

#grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #bleach #human!AU #ichigrimm #一グリ #grimmichi #nsft #smut #but only a little of it adgsdfdgd

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"Die neue Mrs de Winter" - Translation of Danny's part

SO in the new London production they cut Danny's part of "Die neue Mrs de Winter," which I'm frankly annoyed by because I like that moment for her character--it's the musical version of the Hitchcock camera zoom onto her. So with that in mind I thought I'd try my hand at translating her part in the German into English, with some explanation for why I made the choices I did.

The original German lyrics are below, as well as a literal word-for-word English translation, and then my translation after that. I'll put my thoughts under the cut as I'm afraid it'll get really long otherwise.

German:

Selbst wenn sie eine Fürstin wär' Was will sie hier in Manderley? Für mich gibt es auf dieser Welt nur eine Mrs. de Winter Denn ruht dein Körper auch im Grab Dein Geist ist noch in Manderley Und keine nimmt dir deinen Platz Niemals!

Literal English:

Even if she were a princess What does she want in Manderley? For me there's only one Mrs de Winter in this world Your body rests then in the grave Your ghost is still in Manderley And no one can take your place Never!

My translation:

No matter how well bred she is She has no place in Manderley I know there can only be One true Mrs de Winter They say you’re lying in your grave, But you’re still here in Manderley And nobody can take your place Ever

Explanation of choices under the cut!

SO right off the bat I've never been huge fan of the "princess" line though it works in German (and Fürstin has a nice old-fashioned nobility connotation) but I wanted something that still got that meaning across, and between that and "she has no place" I wanted to get across the point of what Ich believes is Danvers' disdain for Ich's lower-class upbringing (something Ich obsesses over in the novel), as well as make it clear her feelings on someone replacing Rebecca.

I could've stuck with "For me there can only be" instead of "I know there can only be" but I thought "I know" sounded nicer. "One true Mrs de Winter" - same effect.

"They say you're lying in your grave" - I wanted to set up the echo of this line we get in "She's invincible" and go ahead and get that across, plus there's my favorite detail in the German where Danny addresses Rebecca here (and throughout) with the informal "you," something she only does a few other times--to Ich, when she's mad at her or terrorizing her (Nur ein Schritt/Mrs de Winter bin Ich.) I wanted to keep that direct address, so this works here.

"But you're still here in Manderley" a little less subtle than "Your spirit/ghost is still in Manderley."

"And nobody can take your place / ever" - I toyed between "never" and "ever" as Never would be more a direct translation, but "Nobody would ever take your place" flows if this were just a sentence spoken in English, where never does not, so I went with that.

If you made it this far, congrats! I find all of this extremely interesting and fun and love talking/thinking about translation choices.

#rebecca das musical #rebecca #daphne du maurier #rebecca london #rebecca musical #translation #meta #i shouldn't have to say it but i'm gonna #translation copyright here belongs to me

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How Trollhunters made me terrifed of Highschool. (A Life story)

Ahem hello world, no I am not dead. Now thats out of the way:

Here is how Trollhunters planted a fear in my head before I went to highschool. For those who don't know i'm currently 16. Which means I am now in my final year of Highschool, But it also means i've had this fear for around 6 years and now it's comeing true.

What is this fear you ask? How does it link to trollhunters? I'll tell you.

Do any of you remember that one episode where Jim has to turn small to catch a gnome? And in the process, miss a day of school and miss being there to a spanish exam? Well I remember it well.

And no, my fear isn't missing a school test. But it is to do with learning a forgien language. Back when i watched trollhunters for the first time, I was learning Spanish in my Primary school. And i hated it. I just couldn't memerise anything that was said but hey i was 9 or 10 soooo. Moving back to the episode.

Jim's exam was a speaking exam. A freaking speaking exam. My little mind couldn't handle the fear of having to 1) Speak infront of anyone at school. And 2) Speak in a language that isn't English.

So the fear of one day having to do it stuck in my mind all that time. And it made me scared that once i'm in a highschool i would have to do that exam.

Time passes. And i was put into a class to learn German. Do i like German? No. Did i get a choice? Hahahaha no. No i DID not. Anyway so that fear climbed it's way back to the front of my mind. And stayed there.

And ALSO i only stayed in that class because i "Knew how to do the work that one else did" WELL TEACHER, MABYE THAT'S BECAUSE THE ANSWERS WERE ON THE BACK OF THE BOOKLET AND NO BODY ELSE BOTHERED TO NOTICE!. Ahem. So now i'm stuck not only doing German, but the harder course. I barley understood the normal course.

And you guessed it, I have to do a speaking exam before i leave the school. And it's the thing i've been dreading since i was young.

So yea, thats my story. If i'm still hear by the time i finish school i'll tell the story of how it went. BUT until then. I will just be thinking of how everytime i rewatched that one trollhunters episode i got shivers before i even got into highschool, all because of the speaking exam.

Cya next time!

#the arcane order #trollhunters rise of the titans #trollhunters tales of arcadia #jim lake junior #trollhunters: a story reborn #school life #toa #3below #tales of arcadia #wizards tales of arcadia #nari of the eternal forest #skrael of the north wind #bellroc keeper of the flame #toby domzalski #claire nuñez

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maryannecrimsworth · 1 year

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Her vulnerability

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute reader

Warnings: past trauma mention; crying(again); Wednesday is scared.

Summary: Wednesday ran away from you. To be honest, you weren't really surprised — but what did surprised you is that she came back. She came back and she was afraid — and she needed your help.

Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.

More details of Hank background and his partnership with Wednesday here.

There was a reason behind you didn't have friends: you sucked at it.

Whether it was talking too much or talking too little, you couldn't handle another person's feelings and needs when your own were so overwhelming. You were always rambling on about a topic — that usually was interesting for you alone — or standing quietly as the other person tried to hold a proper conversation and form bonds.

You were too open, or too closed — too much, or not enough.

You are tired of even trying to do it all again — the end is always the same, anyway. So you rather withdraw, tuck yourself into your journal until the night is over and face another day at school — where every sound is too loud, every light is too bright, every question is too hard. Everything is too much, and your body trembles when the memories of Alp return to your mind.

So you hid.

You isolated yourself from anything that could trigger you — you did everything you could to hold back the lump in your throat that came up every time you tried to talk to someone.

You were unstable. Messy. And no one can really stand this — you.

They get worn out, as your vatter did, as your mother, as Rachel — as Hank. They step back so they won’t be drained by you — they leave.

And it didn’t matter what you saw on Wednesday’s head, you know she is no different.

So it wasn’t really a surprise when she ran away from you after you broke down in front of her again.

Wednesday despites weakness, and that’s what you are: weak. Her latest vision might have shown it to her, this might be the reason why she ran away.

But you received a note. When you were packing your notebooks and getting ready to leave the class, you found the black paper folded among the pages of your journal.

Follow me. it said, and you had to lift your head instantly and look for Wednesday’s dark figure moving around the classroom. You hadn't seen her all day, you couldn't force yourself to do it, so it was unexpected to you to suddenly have to track her down in the crowd of Nevermore students.

You fought your way through the teenagers and reached her in a few minutes: you started to walk by her side, but she didn’t utter a word. Not even a single glance.

She only stormed out of the school and ran into the forest.

Oh.

She was going to murder you.

You were sure of it until she turned around and stood in front of you. Her gaze was unsteady, quick, and watery. You had only seen her like that twice before — at the lake, right after her vision; and last night, when she ran away. This time, however, she stood still.

“You’re the child of a witch.” Her voice echoed through the woods. “A German witch.”

“I know.” You lowered your head. “She left when I was a baby to work for the L/N.”

Wednesday frowned immediately: her eyebrows knitted together more closely, her expression sharper than usual. “No.” She retorted, stepping towards you. “That’s not what I saw.”

“But that’s the truth, Wednesday.” Your voice grew stiffer. “I see it everytime I sleep and I’m left alone with the Alp.”

“You’re wrong.” You choked. Was she trying to explain your own past to you? “I am still trying to unravel the truth, but I know that’s not it.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

Wednesday froze for a second. “I don’t know why you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset.” You sighed. You really weren’t. “I’m worried. Worried about you. You panicked the last time you had a vision and now you’re, somehow, seeing my mother. That’s….dangerous.”

“A witch does not scare me.”

“But a grieving woman should.” You fought back. What was going on in you to argue so hard? “She’s lost her mind since my father died.”

“I am not afraid.”

“So why did you—” Your tone grew suddenly, but you stopped yourself from yelling. You breathed in, closed your eyes and scratched your head for a few seconds before continuing: “Why did you run away?”

You were trembling already: trying too hard to not snap to see Wednesday’s features softing.

You did not see the way her eyes went watery when they watched your hushed, distressed movements; nor the way her fists closed tightly as her answer got stuck on her throat; nor the way her anger grew as she noticed how worried you really were — just because of her.

You were trembling because of her.

“I needed time to think.” She finally replied. “I won’t apologize for it.”

“You don’t have to.” You opened your eyes, but didn’t look at her. “I get it, I do. But…” Your voice cracked ever so slightly. “Are you sure you want to go on with this?”

‘This’, Wednesday thought, what is ‘this’? Your friendship? The investigation after the stalker? The unraveling of your past? Either way, her answer was the same:

“Yes.”

“Alright.” You breathed out. “Alright, what did you see yesterday? Only my mother?”

Wednesday nodded, the movements of her head preventing you from noticing her throat moving in a dry swallow. “She was standing in the dark. Singing.” The song sounded again inside her mind, forcing her to close her eyes and breathe heavily.

‘Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf!’

‘Der Vater hüt' die Schaf’

“It's a lullaby.” You explained, even though Wednesday stood in complete silence. There was only one song your mother would sing — and there was only a melody who could terrify someone like it did to Wednesday.

It didn’t matter how strong, brave, and scary the Addams girl was — your mother could destroy her with a few verses. She had done it to you so many times; maybe the witch was looking for a new guinea pig; maybe the L/N ordered her to watch Wednesday; maybe even Aretha did.

Anyone could be after Wednesday at this point — after all, she was your friend.

And your parents always hated your friends.

“It’s a sort of trigger to madness. It is…disturbing, literally.” You went on, your low voice making the song slowly drift away from Wednesday’s mind. “My vatter used to sing me to sleep but..they've turned it into something bad.”

“Why would they do it?”

“To transform me.” You whispered. “To keep me in the palm of their hand, to keep anyone too fragile to stand up for themselves.” Your tone grew heavier, as if the words now coming out of your mouth were burdens, huge stones you carried for too long. “They sing it everytime.”

“To every camper?”

“No. No, only to the ones they wish to break.”

“And your mother, the Hexe, helps the L/Ns with it?”

“They work together.” You shook your head. “I told you, it’s too dangerous, they’re too powerful, they’re everywhere.”

“And what about Hank?”

You frowned.

“What about him?”

“Have they ever sung to him?”

“I…I.” Your voice disappeared. “I don’t know.”

“I brought breakfast!” Hank held up the tray as if raising a trophy. "Toast and orange juice, a real luxury." The tamer placed the tray on the inmate's bed and pulled the iron chair to his side.

He sat near Tyler and then grabbed a lidded bowl from his backpack. With his back turned to the camera on the ceiling, his shoulders hiding the tray from the recording, Hank opened the bowl and carefully placed a few bacon slices on the plate.

“What ar—”

“Shush.” Hank grabbed the toast from the tray and bit it. “Come on, go ahead.”

“I thought you were vegetarian.” Tyler whispered, analyzing the food on the plate with confusion.

“I am,” Tyler whispered back. “but the guards always steal your bacon.”

Galpin leaned on the wall behind him, his hands falling towards the tray on his bed.

It smelled delicious — better than anything he has had in the prison.

“Here.” Hank held a cup of juice out to him. “How are you doing today?”

Tyler grabbed the cup, making his chains rattle, and sipped the yellow drink. “Good.” He said before biting a slice of bacon, his head turned to the tray. “My dad came to see me.” Tyler paused to swallow. “We talked. He asked me about my routine. It was nice. He seemed…relieved.”

“I’m glad to hear about it, Ty.” Hank smiled and picked a banana from the tray, peeling and slicing it with his hands. “I remember you said you missed spending time with him.”

“Yeah, it was probably the first time we sat and talked since…” Tyler’s voice disappeared as he watched Hank’s movement. “I’m sorry, what are you doing?”

Hank was laying the banana slices on the toast, totally concentrated and determined.

Like it was a usual, normal breakfast. He bit his odd combination before looking up to Tyler again.

“What?”

“I get that you like fruits but…on the toast?” Tyler’s face was frowned in disgust. “Ew.”

“Well, I need some carbs too.”

“You have never considered pancakes?”

“I’ve never had them.”

Tyler’s face went black.

“You’re joking.”

“Not really.” Hank kept eating while Tyler remained motionless. He was remembering the little he knew about Hank — raised in the woods, a chemist and planter, really poor until his family became famous. It was the first time he was staying in America, which meant he had never had a proper breakfast.

“That’s sad.” Tyler whined. “You should try the blueberry ones. It's on the Weathrevane’s menu.”

“I will.” Hank replied quietly and continued eating.

Tyler finally focused on his own breakfast again and they both remained in silence as the food disappeared from the plate and bowl. They finished eating, and the chains on Tyler's ankles, hanging over the edge of the bed, were striking Hank's legs slightly, but neither of them moved away.

“He said you convinced him to come.” Tyler was the one who broke the silence. “He said…He said he was happy to know that you really brought his son back.”

“I barely did a thing, Tyler.”

“We know that’s not true.” Galpin fought back immediately. “And the court does too...”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been told I’m going to be transferred.” Tyler could see Hank gritting his teeth, but he went on. “To some sort of behavioral control center.”

“It’s a camp.” Hank finally spoke, his tone completely stiff. “where they teach you how to tame your impulses.”

“ ‘Tame’? That’s what you do, right? You’re an tamer?”

“Who told you about this?” Hank’s features changed. It was odd to see him like that — it was the first time Tyler saw him like that. Serious, firm, rough. Unless he always behaved like this with…the other one. “Tyler.”

“I’m receiving anonymous letters.” He explained. “They have told me about this and about Xavier’s father.”

Hank closed his fists. Hank closed his fists, shook his head and said nothing. “I see.”

“The Hyde was trying to keep me in the dark about it.” Tyler moved suddenly, hugging his knees and letting the words leave his mouth as a whisper. Hank did not flinch: he kept staring at Galpin. “But I found it. I found it and I also replied Xavier, as you asked.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to.” Tyler’s gaze was everywhere: on the ceiling, on the tray, on his chain, on the floor; everywhere but on the chair so close to him. “He deserves to know.”

“Know what, exactly?” Hank folded his fingers over his lap, his expression slowly softening, but Tyler didn't look at him to notice.

“Know that I was sorry, and that I didn’t mean to do these things, to leave him. That I wasn’t fully in control.” He could hear Hank grunting in agreement. “And that he should stay away.”

“Tyler!” Hank finally moved. “I told you not to do that, you can’t push everyone away.” He held Tyler’s chains, making him look at him. “You can’t.”

“But I must.” Tyler retorted. His voice was weak, trembling. “Otherwise they get hurt, killed. I’m too dangerous.”

“You are not.” Hank pulled the chains closer. “The Hyde is, not you.”

“Bu we are the s—”

“No.” Hank’s touch made Tyler stop — only when the tamer’s grip reached his skin, Galpin noticed the tears falling down his cheeks. Hank wiped his tears as he went on. “That’s why I’m here. To make sure you two are not the same.”

“To tame me.” Tyler’s words made Hank grit his teeth again. “To be my master.”

“No.” Hank leaned back ever so slightly. “No, I hate these terms. I’m here to help you, that’s it.”

“Like a psychologist?”

“Like someone you can rely on.” Hank smirked when he noticed Tyler was no longer crying. “Do you think you can bear my pesky presence?”

Tyler chuckled.

“Sure.”

Books were your barriers.

Figuratively or literally, the stories transcripted on paper served as a barrier to you and the outside world. While it was clear to her from the beginning that you hid yourself in the writings and your journals, Wednesday hadn't noticed until now how you literally hide yourself as well.

Most of your free time was spent in the library — the same seat as always, the back table, your chair facing the doorway in the distance — and the piles of books surrounded you like medieval walls.

You couldn't even see her coming, your posture was too bent for your vision to reach her, the books were stacked too high to show any figure surrounding you. The sound of the chair being moved was what woken you: as always, you leapt up in your chair, and raised your head to smile at Wednesday.

Usually, you didn't say much. You didn't ask how her day was or which teacher she disliked the most — your most frequent form of communication was a pile of books. Every time, there was a part of your wall reserved just for her — you would dismantle a part of your barrier and hand its pieces over to her alone.

You were overjoyed when she said she had already read some book you had selected. But she had never seen the expression that took on your face this time.

"No." She pushed the books away as soon as she saw the name 'Brontë' on it. "I hate period novels."

You turned red, confused, and bit your lips for a long time before expressing a response.

"Mary Shelley is a period writer.”

"Mary Shelley does not write about platitudes."

Your hands fell on the table in frustration.

"It's not Charlotte, it's Emily." You tried again. "It's not the kind of story you imagine, give it a chance."

"No." She pushed the book even further toward you. You pushed it back.

"You'll like it, I bet."

She looked at you longingly. It was strange to see the way confidence shone in your eyes, the way you acted so naturally even though you’ve seen her so fragile. Panic had already taken over her twice in front of you — and you acted like it was nothing.

"And what do I get in return?" She asked quickly, trying to change the direction of her thoughts.

"You mean the winner?"

"Precisely."

You laughed and shook your head, the mischievous smile you always showed for Addams' overconfidence.

"An original manuscript. A rare, unpublished edition." You had several hidden at home - and they were worth using as a bargaining chip. After all, you knew that Wednesday Addams would love Wuthering Heights. "What do you think?"

"I think you should prepare for defeat."

You chuckled before shaking your head and lowering your gaze to the book open in front of you. You started to read again, and the smallest frown came back to your features: the same expression of when you're thinking — reading, analyzing, not feeling. Perhaps it was the only time you did look calm. Stable. And it disturbed Wednesday.

Where was your deep gaze? Where was your energy? Were you not scratching your own skin? Where were your gestures and every single motion that made her read you so easily?

Where was the despair that subdued her so quickly in her vision — and that reaches you every time you sleep?

Where was your fear?

Were you seeing the Hexe too?

"Are your dreams always like that?" The thought escaped through her lips. You lifted your head in a leap.

"Like that?"

"Like my visions." She muttered. "Overwhelming. Painfully thick and…confusing." Her eyes were not on you anymore. "As if....if I'm drowning because of her singing."

"Yes." Your voice sounded like a hard breath. "Every time I dream, it comes along with the Alp's nightmares."

"Every night?" Wednesday's voice weakened. "Every single night?"

"Yes." Your tone was firmer. It had to be so hers didn't. "So I stay up."

"That's why you're hypersensitive."

You nodded, your eyes drafting away from the table, unsure of where to go — just like Wednesday's. "I either lose my breath because someone is talking too loud or I wake up painting because of her lullaby." You laughed sadly. "I'm not sure what is worse."

"It felt as if I was suffocating."

"It did." You were too vehement in your reply, too sure about it. Your response couldn't help but make her look at you. "It does."

How could you handle it — how could you face that witch every single night?

How could you hear that voice without going crazy? Without running away and crying, painting, sobbing, just like Wednesday did?

How could you stay so still after listening to it? After seeing all this?

Wednesday could barely think about her vision without losing her breath — so how could you think enough about it all to express it on paper?

And you were doing it again — right now, your fingers flipped through the pages of your journal until you found a blank one. You started writing.

How could you do it without breaking down? How could you express yourself so effortlessly? How could you handle feeling all of this?

“Teach me.” She said suddenly. “Teach me how to handle this.”

‘This’, you thought, even though you already knew what she was referring to — ‘this’, the fear, the panic, the fright and feelings your mother’s singing always brings.

The vulnerability compelled by the lullaby — her vulnerability.

You shook your head and gave one of your journals to Wednesday.

She started writing too.

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daiseukiis · 1 year

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╰ ⋆ 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ଓ.° ╮

𓄹 ⌗ 015. ⠀⠀⠀⠀one and only

CONTENT. suggestive & profanity

014 | MASTERLIST | 016

⠀⠀⠀⠀"if it isn't michael kaiser." the said german prodigy walks through the doors of mae's lab, getting multiple stares and waves from all students alike. he bares his signature smile as he strides towards mae who was near the center of the room, arms crossed against the other with as she reciprocates his smile with her own.

"one and only." kaiser stands in front of mae who clicks her tongue, kicking herself off from leaning on the table before nodding her head and gathering her belongings. he's lucky she had also finished cleaning her station before the time was up too. her lab finishes at 10:30, and she couldn't bare to be late to her next class.

"don't have class?" mae asks, ignoring all the stares and whispers everyone was gossiping about the two of them. even her lab partner was felt speechless to see that the two of them were on speaking terms after his rejection during mid game a few weeks ago.

"i finished early, thought i'd go see the glory of japan herself." he had his way with his words, mae knew that from all the flirty texts they had exchanged over the phone, but this being one of the few times they actually communicated in person it was almost laughable, in a cute way. she rolls her eyes, putting the binder into her bag, "aren't you sweet. i must live in your mind rent free~"

"wouldn't have it any other way." mae turns around to a sly smirk dancing on his lips, he too found her amusing. the fact she didn't stutter nor melt in his presence was more than enough for him to assume she was enough to even speak to someone like him. the dancer grabs hold of her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and with a breathe taken out from her lips from exhaustion, "well, since you're here, escort me to my next class."

"demanding, aren't you?" kaiser chuckles at such a request, it sounding more than a need than a question. mae let's out a small grin, walking pass him, "not really. pretty boys like you do them without me having to ask." she stops a few steps ahead of kaiser, multiple other bodies passing her to exit the room as she turns to look at him. "so, you coming?"

the football player stares slightly agape at mae, eyes widening only a few centimetres to show his surprise— to how bold she was. it was almost refreshing, not many people could make him want to know more than mae has ever done. "geil."

kaiser walks forward to walk beside mae, following her out the door to where ever she needed to go next. many people stared at them, since they were such an odd pair and it was the first that mae was actually hanging out with someone outside the dance team, or the people she talked to from the volleyball team.

"what class did you have?" mae shrugs all the judging looks away, glancing at kaiser beside her who was also ignoring the looks of the crowd. "english."

"that subject's not hard. i'm sure with your looks you could persuade the teacher to pass you." the girl smiles innocently, though her words were easily jabbing at him in a not so friendly but teasing way. kaiser feigns being hurt, hand over his heart and pouts, "ouch, you think i'm failing?"

"oh, no, i just assumed since football is your only livelihood. you saying you're failing is something you said not me." sarcasm drips from her lips like honey laced with toxins, but kaiser was far from poisoned or bewitched by such words.

"sly mouth you got there. i wonder what else you could do with it." he raises a brow in amusement, clearly impressed how she could easily play verbal mind games with him as if it was chess. the girl chuckles, "lots of things."

"let's put it to the test one day."

"sure, if you're ever able to touch me that is."

"mae!" the sound of her name bursts the atmosphere that the two had originally, one that no one could easily have entered. mae’s head turns towards to a specific chestnut dancer of hers, "hey, kiyuri."

the two had stood in front of the door of mae’s class, kiyuri being caught off guard when kaiser also glances his head her way. "o-oh, kaiser?" she was distraught and surprised, not too sure on how to act since it was the first they had an encounter like this.

"yeah, he walked me to class." mae explains as she points her thumb at at kaiser, smiling at her dance mate. kiyuri scratches her cheek awkwardly, "i can see that..."

"this is my vice-captain, sarumi kiyuri. we take biochem together." as mae introduces the two of them they quickly exchange hellos, waving and kiyuri nodding her head in her way to express a small bow of greetings.

just as mae was to continue on with the conversation, her phone notification is heard through the trio. the two athletes stop and stare at mae’s pocket, waiting for her to check out what it was as she smiles rather forcefully to take away all the awkwardness.

"we just got our date for qualifiers." the email of their acceptance, time, location and other information is seen in the email that mae has received. kiyuri let’s put an excited gasp, taking out her phone as well to send the news to their other dance mates. "that's great! i'll let the groupchat know, when is it?"

"in two weeks." just right after mae had sent the details to the group chat and everyone celebrating to hear the news, kaiser had seen a glance of her messages. in that moment he remembers something; "that reminds me." kaiser snatches mae’s phones from her hands and she blinks, not really reacting in a negative way as she scoffs at the boy. "rude much."

she turns her head to see what he was up to, watching as he extends his arm and quickly takes a selfie. he presses a few more buttons on her phone before returning the device to mae, "as promised." she looks at the contact information that she had for kaiser, now having a photo for the said contact.

"awh, you look like that fuckin' mr koolaid man, so cute." she giggles, lifting up her phone and pointing at the selfie that kaiser had taken in a teasing matter. though rather than be offended, kaiser took out his phone and pointed at the profile picture he had of mae who was eating. "stop it~ and here you look like a chubby rabbit that turned into the marshmallow man. aren't you adorable?"

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 !

⠀⠀⠀⠀￫ yeah kiyuri is still there she became a third wheel.

⠀⠀⠀⠀￫ kiyuri wants to be a chemist.

⠀⠀⠀⠀￫ kaiser is actually doing pretty good in english.

SPONSERS ( OPEN ) ,,, @okkotsuus @yuyan @ryuverse @renjiishot @aoshei @heartyouwon @roe-sinning @vvasant @eishtar @kakujis @rinniezz

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15 questions tagged by @asinglemagpie thank you love <3

1: Are you named after anyone? Nope. Mum took one look at me and decided I was a Lauren. Apparently until I was born I was going to be a Beth...though Michael was winning because they were so convinced I was a boy...still not entirely convinced they were wrong in the first place 🤣

2: When was the last time you cried? Last night because i was trying to sleep but I spent three hours coughing nearly non stop and I'm just exhausted and want to sleep again.

3: Do you have kids? Nope. I have nieces and a nephew. I can give those back when I get bored of them or they annoy me, but I get the full benefit of having minions.

4: What sport do you play/have played? At school I tried netball and rounders, but neither lasted particularly long. I did get to red belt in tae kwon do before I stopped because it became too expensive to continue going for a while, then I just dropped it.

5: Do you use sarcasm? It's my main form of communication.

6: What is the first thing you notice about people? Their demeanour. Do they pass the vibe check, or not? I will make up my mind very quickly on people and I rarely change it (and am never surprised when I'm right).

7: What's your eye color? Green I tihnk?

8: Scary movies or happy endings? Both.

9: Any talents? My ability to fall asleep mid conversation is a talent apparently, because i cannot sleep sitting up when i try to do it on purpose, as this last week has probed.

10: Where were you born? In a town in the Midlands.

11: What are your hobbies? Writing, RPing, gaming.

12: Do you have any pets? Sadly not. we all want more but one person in the house is holding out on the vote and trying to overrule us. She says 'over her dead body' and apparently 'that can be arranged' is not the right answer 🤣🤣🤣

13: How tall are you? I am 5'6

14: Favourite subject in school? I didn't really have one, I hated school. I'd have to say English or German because 99% of the time it was me and my (still) best mate in the back of the class paying attention, but having fun at the same time.

Favourite line from our German teacher: 'will you two stop drawing on each other and use the paper in front of you' 🤣🤣🤣

15: Dream job? Best selling author so I can set both of our family up for life so parents can retire, and support me and my partner without her having to worry. I am really hoping that these novels i'm writing take off when i get around to the publishing side of things. Tagging @birdblacksocialclub @altocat @evil-robot-cat and anyone else who feels like taking this on.

Now I better get some work done, that's enough procrastination for one morning...

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X-men: First Class rewrite - Part 3 - Erik Lehnsherr, Magento

word count: 2.1k

warnings: violence

Villa Gesell, Argentina

You never meant to match with Erik but he had been one to pick out your white flowy dress from a French boutique, you remember that night well, champagne, small talk, flirting. Then he had given you a red silk box and you saw the beautiful white material

"To match me on our next endeavor" Erik hummed.

"Aren't you worried about blood?" You questioned.

"They never get close enough, do they?"

Now you walk across the Argentina hills, Erik's Jacket around your shoulders. His hand slipped in between yours. You could smell the river and cold coming of the mountains. Your black hair pin straight down your back.

"Nadine." Erik spoke as we came upon the pub. "You listen to me, okay?"

'Always. you murmured, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He leans into you his thumb coming up to wipe excess lipstick away, a blush making its way on to your face. You walked into the pub, Erik taking the jacket off of you and hanging it up. Then he sat his hat above it and lead you towards the bar.

"Afternoon, gentlemen." Erik greeted in german, as you felt lingering eyes on you that weren't Erik's as you sat down next to him. He continued to speak in german as he spoke to the man at the bar.

"Hot out there. One beer and one martini, please."

"Can you feel their stare?" you commented in Erik's mind.

"I do, my love." His voice seemed sharp as a hand possessively landed on your thigh. You catch Erik's line of vision as Klaus' picture came into vision; the open connection between you and Erik you, could feel his anger begin to boil. He blinked his eyes away from the picture as his beer and your martini was set down in front of you, " German beer? "Erik questioned.

"Yes its Bitburger. You like it?" The man behind the two of you asked before erupting into laughter.

"The best." Erik chuckled, removing his hand from your thigh, he turned around to face the man.

"What brings you to Argentina?"

"The climate. I'm a pig farmer." One of the men spoke, giving the man a charming smile, the bartender and the other two men laughing with Erik.

The other man spoke up, "I'm a tailor, ever since I was a boy my father made the finest suits in Dusseldorf." You felt Erik's hand on your shoulder, and you turned to flash the men a smile.

"My parents are from Dusseldorf." Erik replied, as he gets up from his spot with his drink in his before moving over to their table. You followed in suit, the pig farmer staring at your body and making you feel uncomfortable.

"What was their name?"

"They didn't have a name." Erik clarified, before raising his glass to them. "It was taken away from them." You sipped your martini as Erik clinked his glass with the men. "By pig farmers, tailors..." All three sipped their beer while you leant forward, distracting the pig farmer and making him spill his drink meanwhile you invade his mind.

"Is that scary?" You spoke in his mind. "Having your identity stripped away from you?"

"Nadine." Erik murmured, catching your attention, and making you pause into digging into his subconscious mind. Erik turned over his arm to show the numbers branded on to his skin. The pig farmer goes for his knife, but you stop him, driving the knife into the table.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." You spoke, only he could hear you. "Now shut up and take your punishment." Erik takes the knife out of the table and reads the scribe on the blaed.

"Blood and honor. Which would you care to shed first?" Erik taunted, as the room filled with silence, Erik decided for himself. "Blood then." The knife was bumbled into the man's hand making him scream out in pain.

As the other man went to stand up you commanded him in his head, "Sit."

"Freeze, monster!" The Bartender threatened, gun in hand and aimed at Erik. This only made Erik's adrenaline pump up faster as he grinned over at the man with an evil smile.

"Come on, shoot." Erik dared, using his power he flipped the gun on the man. The pig farmer continued to wail and you've had enough of the noise.

"Shut up." You ordered, his mouth snapping shut.

The triggers clicks as he pretends to shoot the tailor, making the man flinch. Then Erik slides the knife out of the Pig farmer's hand just before flinging it at the bartender. The pig farmer's eyes bulged as Erik stabbed the pig farmer's hand again. A silent scream poured out of his mouth, your powers preventing him from making a sound. Erik's eyes glazed over as he leant forward for his beer.

"Who-are you?" The pig farmer was able to croak out.

"Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster and she-." He smiled over at you, "The bride, and I'm looking for my creator." Erik stands up, sauntering over to the wall with the picture of Klaus. The gun that had been pointed at the bartender floated over to you. Before you could blink, he had shot the pig farmer and tailor before he dropped the gun to the ground.

You stood at the table, finishing off your martini as Erik walked over to you, his hand reaching out for your back. "Ready, Liebling?"

"Yes, Erik."

1955, New York

Erik hadn't knowingly met a another mutant when he met you. Erik had been quiet the bachelor, so even after they met and sparks flew, they remained friends for a long while. You also weren't interested in a relationship, the man you've dated have stood you up, betrayed and lied to you. You never thought that your feelings for Erik would change so drastically, that you would fall in love with him. Something that he would never know til it was too late. The plans had been made and you supposed what happened later on was bound to. But eventually it became evident that Erik's feelings for you had developed and changed, he became protective over you, he cared for you deeply, you were his partner in crime of course. You gave up your control to him, something that he craved, but you knew he'd never give you control, never give you the final say.

From the day you met him and found out his plan for revenge you had believed in him. As Erik explored his ideals and took down the men who had beaten and ruined his life. The nazi's, in specific, Klaus Schimdt, had taken not only his mother but his life away from him. Though eventually he was able to get out he still had scars and bruises that seemed to never heal, but he was sure of himself, and he would make a life for himself. As the two of you grew closer the mission became more important to you.

1962, Miami Florida

You were able to sneak on to Klaus', you had to dress up in a very short dress and high heels. You were on champagne duty, as you tried to create distance between you and Schimdt, he had taking a liking to you. You also learned that he went by a different name now, Sebastian Shaw. Upon investigation you had found out about his little minions, Emma Frost, a telepath. Janos Quested was able to create waves and riptides with his mutation.

You were tending the bar when you heard Shaw as he strutted on to the top, "Still drinking champagne, Bob?" Shaw nodded over at you expectedly.

"I will pass." He replied, formly.

"Okay, well so much for the pleasantries." Shaw leant by the bar right in front of you. "I was wondering who told you about little arrangement." he questioned as he brought a cigar up to his lips.

"No one."

"He's telling the truth." Emma revealed.

"Good! I guess we're done here. Let's wrap things up shall we?" Janos began walking towards Bob swirling his hands and creating wind as Bob whipped out a grenade from his pocket.

"Oh I knew better than to trust you." He said, confidently. "Now, you let me walk out of here with my money or I will pull this pin and we all die."

"Go ahead pull it." Shaw taunted.

You wanted to get inside of his head but you didn't want Emma to detect you, it would blow this whole thing. "I will do it, I swear to god." Bob threatened, as his fingers came up to the pin. Shaw stepped forward, reaching up his hand and covering Bob's.

"No, you won't." Shaw claimed, as he pulled it from Bob's grip. You were startled as he pulled the pin but quickly began absorbing the explosion with his power. The energy hummed as Shaw contained the blast before shrinking it into his body.

"You're one of them?" Bob growled.

"Very astute of you Colonel Hendry. You want to guess what I can do? I've got the power to absorb energy-keeps me young. But that's the boring part." Shaw rambled. "The fun stuff is what I can do with it once I've got it." Shaw reaches out to touch Bob, slow quickly that Bob didn't have a chance as his body electrocuted before energy became him and he exploded.

Acting as civilian, Shaw let you off the hook with the rest of the day, tending to duties below the ship rather than having to be confronted what they were doing aboard the top level. When everyone was retreating for to the shore for the night, you reached out to Erik to notify him that it was game time. The women on the late shift bumped into in the wall and you were diligent about sending her home with your powers, before taking over her shift duties. You wondered to the front as you felt Erik near closer before walking over to the champagne table to see Erik come into sight from the side of the ship.

"Herr Docker." Erik croaked.

"Little Erik Lehnsherr." Shaw mocked, before standing up from his spot and walking over to confront Erik.

"He's here to kill you." Emma revealed, glaring at him you felt her psychic powers before they hit Erik and you were able to block her out of his mind. Just in time, Erik had thrown a knife towards Shaw, landing right next to Emma and breaking her out of her concentration, but she flashed right into a different form, a diamond one. Then you face riptide as he spun a storm towards you, picking you up from the ground and tossing you off the side of the ship.

"I'm fine." You told Erik through your link, but he hadn't lasted very long, being flung off the side of the ship moments after you. That's when you felt another psychic presence that wasn't Emma, then you dipped into his reality, Charles.

"I've lost-." Charles pauses, before his eyes widen. "Hello there."

"They have another psychic on board." You alerted. "I'm assuming you're from the ships coming towards us?"

"You assume correctly." Charles murmured, as you saw from his perspective, you swam closer to Erik. "I'm sorry, a telepath. This is incredible! I can feel you inside of my head." That's when you feel a force battle against yours, and Charles was quick to throw you out of his mind.

"There's another telepath, not just Emma." You claimed.

Your attention was pulled away from you as there was a ripple through the water from the wind that Riptide projected towards the other ships coming towards them. The water rose around you and Erik, and he reached out for you. That's when you saw the smaller boats coming towards Shaw's get flipped up into the water. "Stay near, my love." Erik murmured, as metal chains began to rise of the water. He was able to bring the anchors to the surface and they whirled through the air before hitting Shaw's ship.

"Erik, there going underwater." You detected, as he looked around in the water before trying to stop it with his hands. But the submarine was going too quickly and he tried his best to swim after it but to not avail.

You knew that if he hadn't tried to go after the ship he would be devasted and angry at himself for letting Shaw get away. You got into Erik's mind as you started swimming towards the shore. "Baby, we'll get him next time."

"I can't guarantee a next time, Nadine." He replied in his mind, as he dove back under water and kept swimming. You focused on getting back to shore before reconnecting with Erik's brain to try and persuade him to safety.

That's when you heard the other's telepath's voice in Erik's head, "You can't. You'll drown. You have to let go. I know what this means for you, but you're going to die. Please, Erik, calm your mind." Charles begged.

"Where are you?" Erik spoke to you aloud as they resurfaced.

"At the shore, meet you there." You replied.

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