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babygirl-riley · 6 months

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Hii🌸 if u don't mind would u pls write for simon w fem reader who's having a difficult pregnancy??:'( if not that's ok, luv ur stuff btw🩷

In Sickness and Health

Simon’s heart breaks when watching going through your first pregnancy

A/N: Omg i watched my old co worked go through a hard pregnancy. It never looks easy no matter how it is going. I love this idea too ❤️

Warnings: sickness, pregnancy, hard pregnancy, underlining depression, arguments, marriage, soft!simon, husband!simon, dad!simon, fluff, little angst, swearing

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When you found out you were pregnant, it was obvious. No period. Your cravings became intense. You threw up every fucking morning. Simon and you were excited that you were pregnant, people encouraging you that the morning sickness would pass. Instead. It came harder and longer. You cramped all the time, you bled once. Thinking you lost the baby when in fact you didn’t. Doctor reassured that it was normal in some women.

However, both of you didn’t expect the pregnancy to get harder than what people said it would have been. Your mom even said that what you are going through isn’t what she did. You are through your third trimester and nothing changed. Eventually your midwife came to put fluids in you since you couldn’t hold anything in. Throwing up was your new aesthetic. It got harder for you to work so you had to quit your job and stay home. Best friends with your toilet, you slept there day and night until your body grew bigger.

Simon was ordered from Price to stay home until the baby arrived and settled. Price heard from Simon about how the pregnancy has been not the best. You been up all night not being able to sleep from being too hot to throwing up to not being comfortable. Which caused Simon not to sleep, due to being worried about you. He would hold your hair up if you were too tired to even notice it was falling inside the toilet. Simon would wash your hair as you cried. Shushing you to keep you from having a panic attack.

You hated all of what was happening to you where you couldn’t enjoy being pregnant. Counting the days not to see your kid but to have her out. It was like you were hating the fact of everything no that was happening. Feeling like a curse then a miracle. Simon was the opposite even though he was heartbroken to see his love going through only hardship, the thought of having a mini both of you made him warm inside. Bringing it up once had you excited until you would hurl once more.

Simon would bend over backwards for anything you needed. Needed a bath Done. Needed a craving. Done and done again. Needed to be carried to the bed. Done. Needed a belly lift. Done. Anything was possible for Simon if it was for you. Nothing would stop him from helping you.

Was it perfect? Not always. Even when you both were tired and exhausted, you would fight, he would always be right by you. No matter what the fight was about, lately things that were ridiculous.

You both finished a fight and made up as he pet your damp hair, rubbing his other hand on your swollen belly. You were laying on his chest in bed, having your belly rest on the comfort of the mattress.

Sweat consumed you, your body working overboard on making your child and keeping you from not dying from everything else. It was silent before you sobbed. You were done, nothing for you. Your feet hurt. You felt like a whale. And your husband hated you. You’ve been only a bitch since you got pregnant and you were done.

You kept repeating in your head that he truly didn’t want to be here that you were just an excuse of a wife. That he never wanted to help you. That he wished you were gone. All because he didn’t get you your pebble ice. Simon had to leave the house for a while and what did he bring back? The stupid fucking ice. You called him a coward for leaving and not say anything about you said just for him to gift you?

Simon’s heart broke when your son burst out, your body shaking. Concern written on his face as he made your face turn to him. “Love what’s wrong?”

You cried harder as you laid your face in his shirt. “I want her out. And I feel terrible that I don’t want to do this anymore. That I have been a bitch. That I can’t stop throwing up. That this whole pregnancy hasn’t been what people have been saying.” He listened to you rubbing your back in soothing patterns. “I’ve been a terrible wife. I can’t believe I have been awful to you. You only been kind and generous and loving.”

Simon shook his head. “I could never do what you are doin’ dove,” He said quickly as he rubbed your shoulders. “This pregnancy is not been the best for ya.”

You sobbed harder as you clenched your hands into his shirt. Simon started to hush you quietly and soothingly. “You don’t deserve me.”

Simon froze from the comment, he used to say that to you at the beginning of your relationship. Telling you that he is a monster and that he would plague you with his darkness. That you were the angel and he was a demon, instead you showed him that he was the opposite. He was just lost in a broken world of his. Simon knew you were not like this. Not confident. Angry. Negative. No, you were the opposite of all of it.

Simon scooted so he would have you sit up against the frame. “Don’t you say that.” He said sternly.

You scoffed. “It’s true, I called you mean things. I said mean nasty things that are not true. Just over ice? Like how…”

“Stop,” He said stopping you dead in your tracks. “I know you didn’t mean it. Never have you showed me that. Baby,” He watched as your lips trembled, as your skin paled. “I know you love me, you are in pain just like I was. Let me help you bring yourself back as you make our child. You’re almost there love.”

You inhaled deeply as you looked away. “I’m sorry,” You turned to him and placed your hand on his cheek. “I love you Simon.”

Simon smiled and grabbed your hand kissing your knuckles. “I love you too. This is through sickness and health yeah? We promised each other that. So that is what gonna happen.”

You laid back down on him, your heart swelled with joy. You didn’t know how you got such an amazing husband. But all you knew is that he was your soulmate and you were his.

Another month went by and the baby was in distress from your body. She would be a month and half early which could lead into problems. However since your was fighting off too many things it wanted the baby to come out. You laid in the hospital bed as they induced you to push your baby girl out. You cried as Simon held his hand on yours and a cloth against your forehead.

“You got this mama,” The gynecologist announced looking up at you. “She is almost there!”

You looked at Simon concern written on your face and his. “It’s al’ight mamas. ‘M right here.” He whispered soothing you by brushing your damp strands back.

With a couple last pushes you heard a wail. Immediately relief went through your body as you laid all the way down into the bed. You panted as nurses and the doctor tended to the baby. Simon watched back and forth between you and the baby. “Go-Go see her.” You whispered gulping air.

You watched as he gave you a concerned look then nodded. You watched as he looked over the shoulders and smiled. Your heart fluttering. One of the nurses came to look over you. She said something but you couldn’t hear her. You felt nauseous and weak, lightheadedness coming in full swing.

The nurse called out as you felt your eyes roll. After that it was dark, you felt like actual sleep took hold. When you woke up, you were in a different room in the hospital, mouth was dry. When you looked over you saw Simon asleep with your baby girl against his bare chest.

You smiled. “They have been so cute,” You turned your head to see the doctor walking in. “How are you feeling?”

You hummed and coughed a bit. “Thirsty.”

“I bet. You had a blood clot form after giving birth to your baby girl. It can be common and could cause from your body being on overdrive to fix you. You are on blood thinners so take it easy. You have a healthy baby girl, she might be a little smaller than usual but that is expected from a early birth,” she explained looking over your vitals. “Your husband knows what to do. Just get to know your baby and rest.”

That you did, Simon once again by both you and both of your baby girl. Never have you felt so much relief and love. You smiled as Simon changed her diaper humming softly to her. In sickness and health. Is all you thought of as he gave you a kiss handing you your baby girl.

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ynbabe · 1 month

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LOGAN FIC REQ!! (i love your messages au smmm btw THEYRE SO GOOD AHH) ok anywayssss

can you pls do logan x super super famous!reader.(preferably an actress but i don't mind any) so both of them are dating but are trying to keep it a secret since they've only been dating for a short amount of time. one night they decide to go on a date but paparazzi was there and it was going VIRAL. reader regrets not double checking if there would be any paps. sooo then everyone starts investigating on logan as the internet does and since everyone doesn't watch f1, they only see logan crashing and blah blah blah so they see him as a "bad driver" and he starts getting A LOT of hate because people think reader deserves better. they also start comparing him to reader's "more better and famous ex". reader and logan take time off social media and people think they broke up until reader releases an instagram post defending him and yeah a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort.

idk if this made sense but pls feel free to change anything!! again i love your work sm 💕‼️

Hiiii, omg thank you so much! Love love LOVE the fic idea and without any further ado- here's the fic, it isn't exactly as the prompt but I hope you love it-

Keep my wife's name OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x famous! reader

As a celebrity, you don’t often have the privilege of privacy. The cameras seemed to follow you everywhere, from outside your house to the restaurants you ate at and even to private celebrations with your friends and family.

Your last relationship had gone south exactly because of the paparazzi, making assumptions about the seriousness of your relationship and even spreading pregnancy and marriage rumours, scaring the man away.

You had wanted to take it slow, heart broken from your previous relationship but then you met Logan and for the first time in a long time you felt like you could breath, like you could do what you wanted without being judged.

You knew who he was and he knew who you were and that was perfect.

The both of you had spent a perfect week in your villa in Bali, it had been risky but no one caught on, surprisingly.

You thought your luck would continue and you threw causation to the wind, not asking your assistant to check for paparazzi at the sushi restaurant you were going to in Shanghai.

Unfortunately, you were caught just as you were leaving the restaurants waking up to a host of notifications, some good and some gut-wrenching.

Logan on the other hand tried not to throw up, his eyes wide, you could tell he was scared. Would his team drop him? No, no. Why would they? Right? Oh God.

"Logan, Logs, baby are you okay?" You called out, dropping to your knees and cradling his face in your palms.

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You saw some of the comments and while some made you smile, some made you want to slap a bitch, unfortunately, a scandal would not help, so you called up your PR manager, and the post was gone within a minute.

Logan's race had gone sour, with him getting an unfair penalty and points on his licence. The already poor start to your day had turned even worse when you saw Logan tiredly storm into the room collapsing on the bed, burying his face in his pillow.

"What... the..... fuck?" He screamed into the pillow making you smile a little. The small habit he'd picked up from you, screaming into the pillows as a way to think, one that you had picked up from one of the characters you played a long time ago.

"Why do people even care about who's dating who? That's so stupid." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't we binge Keeping Up with the Kardashians every Monday?" You asked.

"That's not the same though-" He paused and switched his phone off, he already didn't have access to his own Instagram, having given access to his manager a long time ago, he now didn't even want to talk to his friends or colleagues many of whom just wanted an autograph from you along with an explanation how he could be with you.

He turned around, pulling the blanket on him, tired from the day.

You pulled up Twitter as a habit but were greeted with a terrible chain of tweets judging every aspect of your relationship and even worse criticizing Logan without even knowing anything about the sport.

"What the fuck-" You cursed out loud, you knew your fanbase was slightly (an underestimation) larger than your boyfriends but how could they call themselves your fans, when you have been a fan of Logan's since his first season in f1? All your co-stars American or not knew your borderline obsession for the man, every race week you'd be posting Williams on your story, how could they still hate on him?

You looked next to you, where your boyfriend was sleeping a small scowl on his pretty face.

PR be damned, he didn't deserve this.

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y/nl/nofficial To anyone who calls themselves my fans and talks shit about my lovely boyfriend, UNFOLLOW ME ASAP. Logan is the kindest, sweetest, most talented man I've had the pleasure to know and he deserves better than the bullshit he gets from some assholes who don't know anything about him. To quote my friend Will: KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS-

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The way I was struggling to write this fic cause I had to write bad things about Pookie Bear Logie is insane. But- I hope yall like it, please do let me know in the comments or reblogs!!!

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danandfuckingjonlmao · 3 months

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dannies are like “yeah i know i have the worst taste. don’t worry i know i’m garbage. also sorry for having a lesbian crush on dan howell idk how to explain it he’s just my wife sometimes. also i hate him but it’s only ok for me to hate him btw. i’m very ashamed but sadly i was just born this way and lady gaga told me to love myself the way i was born but i make it pretty fucking hard to do that. dan is an annoying dumb whiny bitch and he’s everything to me. phil is a god and deserves to be worshipped as such i just belong in the trash bin with dan. it’s where i was born it’s where i grew up and its where i will die. its who i am inside and out to my core. i cannot tell you what this man means to me. he’s so stupid and he owns my heart. every time he talks i scream SHUT UP at my phone and here’s his handwriting tattooed on my arm. love is love okay and god has cursed me to love a cringefail whore that’s just the way it is. yeah ‘embrace the void and have the courage to exist’ was my senior quote so what. what about it. let me have inferior taste. yknow what why are you interrogating me” and honestly we’re so real for that

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ivys-garden · 2 months

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I, like many of yall, have noticed a vocal minority of people showing there support for Wilbursoot, going as far as to attack shubble and her supporters. In this post I'll go through the main points I've seen them argue with and explain why I believe that they are all wrong.

“Shubble was the real abuser” - No. If she was, William would have spoken up. There is no evidence for this, well, that isn't faked or saying one thing is another (like the guy saying a pic of will crying was because of shubble or the guy trying to pass a stream of a completely different girl of as shubble abusing will… live. On stream. Yah, think we would have heard of that before now.)

“She has no proof” - genuinely fuck of. In domestic abuse cases there won't always be hard proof, that's one of the reasons the police struggle to do anything about it. If a wife is struck by a husband and it leaves no mark that doesn't mean it didn't happen “why didn't she show the bruises” have you guys ever been bruised? Bruises heal quickly, and she doesn't have any to show since the allegations came out after their break up, all the bruises would have healed. “Why didn't she take photos at the time?” Look at it this way, if I punch you across the face you will have a lot of thoughts, none of them will be “I should take a photo of this so people belive me what I say it happened”

(Also don't pretend that people wouldn't just say the evidence was fake if she did have pictures)

Oh and she does have evidence, the fact William admitted to it.

“She just did it for attention” - bitch, shubble doesn't need attention she was doing great. Just because you never heard of her didn't mean she was some underground indie youtuber, she didn't need to lie to get attention. Also lying about domestic abuse is not a good way to do this since it's really easy to disprove. The other party would come out instantly to tell everyone the truth. William didn't do that because shubble WAS telling the truth.

“Her story changed” - no. It didn't. Even the idea that she changed whether or not wilbur bruised with the bites or made her bled (both of which are still bad, btw) is made up, she never said that, as was clarified by shubble herself

“She encouraged death threats” - She openly decouraged death threats. Saying she was like: “everyone go and tell people to kill themselves” is literally putting words in her mouth

Also, this by no means goes for everyone, but arguing about death threats while, wilbur hasn't told his supports not to send death threats and that wilburs supporters have been saiding threats to shubble and her fans while condemning the few shubble fans who sent death threats, is kinda stupid

(Also this is by no means the main point but I have seen people who support wilbur literally begging for death threats, soooooooo)

(Oh aslo I was mistaken in the early version where I said shubble had implied that she didn't belive wilbur could change, that was another misconception and I'm sorry for spreading it. Shubble does belive that people can change IF they put in the work to do so)

Also remember, William has not been shown to actually change yet. He still hasn't even given shubble an apology that takes proper accountability, when he does that, apologies to everyone else he's wronged, and puts in the effort to actually be better moving forward, then we can forgive him. But at the moment he has not shown that.

So until then: support shubble. Belive victims. Raise awareness for these issues in the gaming space (this has been going on for a long time). And don't engage with people who make up evidence to support there parasocial relationships, don't send death threats (obviously, because that's wrong) but also don't engage in any other way. This will be my last post on this subject. Move on from William and the support for him will die down when they realise there's no one to disagree with, and then William, Shubble and all of us can move past this and into the future as a (hopefully) better space

#shubble #shelby grace #wilbur soot #shubblesupportsquad #shubble support #shubble situation #wilbur situation

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asoiafsworld · 2 years

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HEADCANON; HAVING RHAENYRA'S AND DAEMON'S CHILDREN

pairings; rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader x daemon targaryen

warnings; mentions of death in childbirth, pregnancy, labor, nsfw (18+), pregnancy kink, mentions of breeding kink, degradation, praise, power play, tooth rotting fluff

author's note; i know what happens in fire & blood and in house of the dragon and i choose to strongly ignore it! i will make daemon a good father and i will make rhaenyra a happy mother so take that hbo 😒 im accepting requests btw so pls send them to me, wether if its your own ideas or a req for a hc in this series!!

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➼ both yours and rhaenyra's pregnancy was going well and you both felt happy and healthy

➼ you were certainly both glowing and anyone could see how happy you both were

➼ rhaenyra and daemon were incredibly protective of you

➼ like not letting you out of their sight and making sure you weren't doing anything too dangerous

➼ also obviously you got pregnant by daemon's never ending hunger for breeding you

➼ but it's rhaenyra's child just as much as it's daemon's and she certainly shows it

➼ "i will let no man or woman near our children until they turn of age, maybe not even after that... they are just babies!"

➼ she's still convinced that you have twins and won't let anyone say otherwise about it

➼ and it makes your heart clench to hear that she claims your children as her own and you do the same

➼ you lay on your bed with her, your head on her bump, listening for kicks from the little one

➼ "oh, i heard something! i think it's talking to me! i can't wait to hold you in my arms, my little dragon."

➼ rhaenyra and daemon are so endeared by the nickname you have given to her child

➼ overall you take care a lot of her during the pregnancy since she is two months further than you are

➼ make sure she eats and drinks enough, are there for her when she feels sick, read to her when she wants to fall asleep but can't

➼ give her so many kisses on her swollen belly and she swears that it makes her feel better, especially when it's direct skin on skin contact

➼ she gets horny easily during pregnancy so she might just get wet from those kisses

➼ and you're her needy slut at her service so when she demands you to eat your queen out you do it without question

➼ which leads to daemon walking in on both of you and watching you with hunger as you are at your queen's mercy

➼ technically rhaenyra is at her weakest during her pregnancy and can't physically command you to do anything for her

➼ but it just shows how much power she holds over you and she loves it

➼ you are also just very submissive for her and would drop on your knees whenever and wherever she asks for it

➼ but as i said daemon walks in and he can't resist it and toys with you just as he always does

➼ shoves your face closer to rhaenyra's pussy and keeps a hand on the back of your head

➼ "you're a hungry little pup, hm? want to please your queen so badly, you can never resist her... you filthy little bitch."

➼ you moan into your wife's cunt and it doesn't take long for her to release all over your face and you gladly drink it up

➼ and then daemon splits you open on his cock because of course he does

➼ but you don't realize how much it turns him on to fuck you when you're pregnant until he does

➼ he keeps holding a hand to your stomach as he fucks into you and kisses your neck as you whine and whimper at the way he keeps hitting your deepest spots

➼ "so beautiful and round, you see how fast i got you pregnant, my love? everyone who sees you pregnant knows that i breed you like the stupid whore you are, that you are and will forever be mine to fuck and claim. my pretty little toy thing, just for me to use. i will breed you so many times and get you pregnant so much until the entirety of dragonstone is filled with our children, until i decide that i'm satisfied... and i will never, ever be satisfied with you. i will fuck you until my last breath."

➼ your eyes roll back into your skull, crying from how good you feel and you're delirious at his words, wishing he could get you pregnant again as soon as possible after you give birth

➼ your head is on rhaenyra's breasts as you get fucked and she smiles at you as if there was a sweet moment between you and daemon happening

➼ she was going through your hair with her hand and kissed you a few times, it was so gentle that it felt like a whiplash with daemon's unrelenting hard thrusts

➼ eventually he came inside you and was very proud of himself for it

➼ "i fucked you so hard, i'm sure you're pregnant again."

➼ "daemon... that is not how it works, you silly dragon!"

➼ when rhaenyra goes into labor you are right beside her, holding her hand and telling her that it will be alright and that she had done this five times before, she could do it again

➼ seeing her in this state terrified you a little because it's what you would go through in just a few weeks but you knew that you would be fine because rhaenyra would be by your side too, holding your hand tightly

➼ rhaenyra tried to send you away because seeing her might upset you in your state but you didn't listen to her, only kept telling her to hold on and to push

➼ eventually she gave birth to a healthy and strong baby, finally a girl

➼ she asked you if you liked the name visenya and you agreed on it although you were confused why she asked you

➼ "it's yours just as much as mine. i already asked daemon and he wanted visenya too but i want you to have a say in these things because they are your children as well, just like yours are already mine."

➼ it touched you to hear this and you give her the most loving kiss ever

➼ rhaenyra holds visenya in her arms and she's such an adorable little thing, looking around so curiously

➼ rhaenyra falls asleep quickly after the birth from exhaustion and in that time, you take little visenya into your arms

➼ "so you're my little dragon, hm, visenya? you look just like your mother, the same eyes and same nose... but i fear you got your rather large forehead from your father."

➼ daemon walks in at that moment, having been out flying with caraxes and immediately made his way back when he was told that rhaenyra was in labor

➼ "i heard that!"

➼ you only giggle at his fake hurt exclamation and his heart blooms when he hears you so happy so he can't say anything about it

➼ you place visenya in his arms and his face lights up the moment she looks at him

➼ "she's a cute little girl. look at her tiny nose! looks just like her mother."

➼ the kids start to come in to see the child and all coo over their baby sister

➼ jace takes her into his arms and keeps telling her how he's going to be the best big brother and teach her how to wield a sword and to take care of her dragon

➼ syrax was constantly churning out dragon eggs so you and jace chose one for little visenya from the many that were available

➼ you went with a white scaled dragon egg and it was placed in her crib with her from her first night, just like with her mother

➼ the following few weeks between visenya's birth and your labor were calm and peaceful and all three of you took a lot of care of visenya

➼ even though rhaenyra kept telling you to rest since you didn't have much left until your little one was coming

➼ but again, visenya was your child too and the urge to see her and take care of her was just as strong as rhaenyra's

➼ but before long, your labor was starting and you were incredibly scared

➼ one of your sister's, the one that reminded you of baela a lot, had died in childbirth which is why it was fearful for you to go through this

➼ and obviously it wasn't just you scared of it

➼ both rhaenyra and daemon's mothers had died in childbirth as well so everytime, it was a challenge and fear to go through this

➼ but they were constantly by your side through the entire labor, holding each of your hands and reassuring you that you would be fine

➼ they were partially saying that to keep themselves calm too because they wouldn't know what to do if they lost you too

➼ rhaenyra was constantly kissing your forehead and telling you that you were doing well for her and that she couldn't wait to see your little dragons

➼ you gave birth to your son and he came out squealing and crying loudly

➼ but the midwife told you to keep pushing because the maestar had been right, you did have twins!

➼ your daughter was born shortly after and your babies were both as healthy and happy as they come and you were okay as well, just tired from labor

➼ after they were cleaned up they were each put in your husband and wife's arms since you were too weak to hold them

➼ they came as close as possible to you with them and you smiled, unbelieving that you had born two living and breathing creatures

➼ daemon had your little girl in his arms and rhaenyra your son, both doting and cooing at them

➼ "i knew i was right. i could feel that there were two of our little dragons inside you."

➼ you roll your eyes at rhaenyra's insistence and watched her give a little kiss to your son's forhead

➼ you chose rhaegar for your son and alysanne for your daughter, two traditional targaryen names and your husband and wife both loved them

➼ they had told you that you didn't need to necessarily give them valyrian names and could choose from your own house as well

➼ "no, my family doesn't mean much to me. my children will be targaryen by name and blood, they will ride dragons and should bear their ancestors names."

➼ rhaenyra and daemon were so happy to hear that and were glad that you knew how important their valyrian ancestry will be

➼ the kids come flooding in and take their time to hold the children as well

➼ you had given baela and rhaena the task of choosing eggs for their siblings and they were happy to show them to you

➼ your son, rhaegar got a light blue scaled egg and your daughter, alysanne received a purple scaled egg, both put in the cribs with the children

➼ rhaenyra, daemon and you were mostly happy that your pregnancies were over since the danger was always big but you were so lucky with the three little new ones

➼ their cribs were in one room together because you all agreed to have them grow up as siblings

➼ rhaenyra however didn't let the wet nurse touch visenya, rhaegar or alysanne just like she didn't let anyone else still her sons before

➼ she stilled not only visenya but rhaegar and alysanne too because they were her little babies too after all

➼ you were familiar with this feeling but rhaenyra was not familiar with having children that were not her blood so breastfeeding them was her way of bonding herself with them

➼ you thought it was so cute that she wanted to do this for you and you of course did the same for visenya and she was just as happy about it

➼ so both of you sat in the nursery taking turns to feed your children and after that made sure to cuddle them closely and give them all the love in the world

➼ daemon came to the nursery a lot with you, sometimes he just took one of the babies and held them close to remind himself that he had helped create these beautiful little humans

➼ he tells the children tales of his adventures and tells them that they will never experience doing such dangerous things because their father was daemon targaryen, an insanely overprotective husband and father

➼ he seems to especially love alysanne a lot who keeps gurgling at him and trying to reach up to his face

➼ the smile he has on his face is so sweet when he holds her, it's visible that he's endlessly proud of her and loves her

➼ the other children come sneaking into the nursery too, thinking that no one would see them but all three of you know about it

➼ jace and luke are very much in love with rhaegar who was a strong and big baby

➼ they always tell him that he will be a great dragon rider one day and that they will be great big brothers

➼ joffrey seems to love alysanne a lot, always wanting to look at her closely since he can't hold her yet

➼ "my little sister, you will be the best swordswoman in the seven kingdoms! i'll teach you everything you need to know!"

➼ plays peek a boo with little alysanne and she absolutely loves it, always giggling when joffrey plays with her

➼ baela and rhaena look after visenya a lot and you know that it means a lot to them to have younger sisters now

➼ you know that baela is especially taken with her since she knows that she'll be a mother soon as well and you know that she will be a good one with the way she treats and holds visenya

➼ overall you love your huge patchwork family and would give anything for them and hope that you will be happy forever with them

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen x reader x daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen imagine #rhaenyra x reader x daemon #daemyra #daemyra x reader #daemyra imagine #daemyra smut

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saintslewis · 1 year

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Graduation

pairing: lewis hamilton x black fem reader

summary: in which you celebrate your graduation day with your husband and family/friends

saint’s notes: in honour of graduation season, here’s a fic for y’all 🫶🏽 first f1 fic let’s gaurrrrrrr

social media + real life au

taglist: @thisismeracing (i really love your acc so this is to just say 🫶🏽)

ynhamilton

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ynhamilton i’ve successfully served cunt academically

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user she is mother and no one can say otherwise

landonoriss mom finally graduated 🥹

ynhamilton not even gonna say anything anymore-

lewishamilton congratulations my love! i’m extremely proud of you and i love you

ynhamilton i love you more 🥹 thank you for the gift btw 🤭

lewishamilton i love you way more but okay 🩷

user what degree did you get???

ynhamilton a masters in English Literature 😋

user oh so you smart smart?

ynhamilton pretty much

pierregasly10 so no more doing homework in the wrong motor homes? (alpine misses your frantic typing)

ynhamilton it was one time and i’m a mercedes girly so pls

mercedesamgf1 i know that’s right! 🤭

charles_leclerc congratulations y/n! making me feel like a proud parent

maxverstappen1 weren’t you crying when she got on stage? 😭

carlossainz55 he was and it was the funniest thing ever

user damn, so the whole grid was at her graduation? 😧

user basically yeah 😭, i was graduating as an undergraduate and when they called her name, they cheered so loud

user and when lewis yelled ‘that’s my wife!’ I shed a couple of tears

bellahadid babe omg!!!!! congrats, so excited to see you omg

gigihadid bella shhhhh

sza you guys aren’t good at this 😭

danielricciardo you did serve cunt

ynhamilton thanks Danny 🥳

susiewolff what do you guys say? you ate them up!

ynhamilton that’s the spirit Susie!!

youryoungersister CONGRATS

ynhamilton thanks stupid

youryoungersister since you got your degree and yk everything fucking thing-

ynhamilton degrees*

youryoungersister celcius bitch

sophiarichiegrainge i literally love you so much

ynhamilton you’re too sweet, i love you too

The traffic of getting out of the campus was tough, the occasional fan coming up to the car to either take videos of it for social media or to interact with both you, Lewis or the other drivers. Having the top down for the fans to have better access to the both of you resulted in paparazzi at the gate of the university, trying to grab pictures of you mainly.

“Babe look! They’re calling it the Paddock Grad party.” You chuckled as you chuckled at the tweets you were scrolling through as you found out that you were trending on the app. The wind wasn’t too harsh on your faces as he cruised down the streets, constantly congratulating you and doing an amazing job at distracting you from the fact that the rest of the grid that attended your graduation had driven past you.

Reaching the infamous Hidden Hills gates, you were greeted with balloons from the guards, already putting the biggest smile on your face. Driving towards your LA home, you noticed all the super cars, hyper cars and luxury vehicles leading up to your driveway with each car having a gold balloon strapped around the mirror. You were absolutely stunned by everything you were taking in and Lewis looked at you as if you hung up all the stars in the night sky, extremely proud of your achievements.

With him helping you out of the car, you noticed the white rose petals scattered around the front yard and the music blaring from your backyard. The thought of all your favourite people coming together to celebrate your newest achievement was bringing tears of joy to your eyes, refusing to cry and ruining your lashes. Walking into your home, you noticed the incredibly large table of gifts as you walked into your foyer and Lewis just following behind you as you marvelled at everything in your home.

“Y/n,” He called out as you were a few feet away from the door leading to your backyard. Looking back at your husband, you held his hand. “Don’t you want to change your shoes?” He asked, noticing your discomfort from your heels after the graduation ceremony had ended. You nodded with the most love sick smile on your face as he brought out your favourite Gucci platform sandals from behind his back. He let out a little giggle at the look on your face and got on his knees to undo your shoes for you. Sighing of relief as your bare feet hit the cool ground, you slipped your feet into the sandals, noticing the height change between you and Lewis as he was taller than you. He placed a kiss on your forehead then your lips, repeatedly kissing your lips until your giggle stopped him.

As you walked into the kitchen which had access to the patio door, you noticed all the food and dessert beautifully decorated with white and gold, the one thing catching your attention the most was the doughnut stand in the middle of your island. You gasped and immediately went for the stand, grabbing a white chocolate doughnut that wrote ‘congratulations, y/n!’. You split it into two pieces and offered to Lewis knowing he would definitely decline it but he surprised you by taking the other half. “What? I can’t say no to a celebration.” He winked at you as he took a bite out of it.

Almost forgetting about the party he quite literally planned to happen in his backyard, he held your hand once again and led you to the party outside with all the guests waiting for you. As he opened the door, the sounds of Kaytranada were heard and people talking as they turned their attention to the door you were walking out from. The cheers started as you fully walked into the yard with Lewis squeezing your hand and letting it go, stepping to the side to let people celebrate you.

The first person to approach you was your mother, embracing you in a loving hug as tears threatened to fall. The next being your younger sister, trying her hardest to stay cool as she looked at you so proudly. Your immediate family had come up to congratulate you before letting your friends celebrate you.

After receiving hugs and congratulatory messages from everyone, taking many photos from the Photo Booth that was rented and a little bit of dancing, it was soon time to eat as the sun was setting beautifully as the hues of pink and orange hit your skin. Placing your graduation cap on the hook of your chair, you faced everyone as you sat at the head of the table. During your meal, you decided to make a speech to say thank you to everyone.

“Hey everyone,” You greeted as all eyes turned to you when you stood up. “Um, sorry for interrupting your eating. Just wanted to say a speech to you guys.” You began and you heard Daniel Ric’s iconic ‘Ki ki’ noises that you’ve had the honour of hearing live many times. “Thank you Daniel for that, gratefully appreciated.” You smiled, causing the whole table to laugh.

“I would like to start off by saying thank you, truly. To my family for supporting me through everything, to myself for getting these degrees, to my friends that i have met along the way and to my loving husband for sticking with me and loving me.” You expressed, seeing smiles from everyone around you. “I remember leaving home, just graduated with my undergrad and i wanted to spoil myself and I took a solo trip to the Monaco gp with an extremely limited budget and i didn’t know what i was going to eat for that week but my younger delusional self knew that I wasn’t going to struggle because a driver will see me on the stand and instantly fall for me and well, that’s exactly what happened except now I’m the designated paddock mom.” You chuckled, reminiscing on that life changing week.

“Years later, I’m married to the love of my life with my master’s degree on lock, just hitting the millionaire status from my career and the best people by my side supporting me through and through. I truly love all of you so much and lemme stop before i ruin this makeup.” You laughed, grabbing a serviette and dabbing your eyes before tears fell.

The night had carried on beautifully as your friends had made speeches about how it was when you’d complain about your work load to them or the iconic moments you’d take your homework along with you to a few races. Having your favourite desserts and dancing with your friends until late had made you feel happy about everything that you’ve accomplished for yourself.

#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fandom #f1 x you #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton fic #x black fem reader #x black reader #fanfic #formula one x black reader #formula one x reader #Spotify

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trashiewrites · 1 year

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More girlboss ghost's wife plz 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

HAHAHAHAH!!!! MORE BAD BITCHING AND I LOVEE IT!! btw for those who have sent in requests, I am doing them in the order I get them! I don't have that many but work has been killing me recently!

Don't Fuck with That~

Ghost x F!Reader (Never really mentioned gender-wise)

Rating: B for Boss Bitch

Warnings: Harsh language to women, and alcohol? yeah

Words: 1150

One thing you may expect about the life of a mother of two is chaos, especially with your husband gone for long periods of time. It's a lot, you will admit. Yet, you bring the Bad Bitch you were and made it looks like child's play. To be honest, you didn't know how the fuck you did it yourself, but you managed! After a month or so you do start to lose your mind, saying that you barely have any free time after handling things. Luckily you have the best husband ever!

On days when Simon would return home after a mission, the first thing he does is take the kids to go see your family! Or if that isn't available, he'll ask the boys to babysit for the night. Usually, Soap loves to babysit the little monsters. In any case, the kids are out of your hair! Simon takes this to have you go buck wild wherever you want. This time you chose to relax and have drinks at a dive bar! Nothing is more distressing than the one day you can pump yourself with your favorite alcohol!

Simon, during this time, stays relatively sober just to watch the chaos unravel. You being drunk is what he calls a spectacle. "You know Simon," you looked over at him taking another swig of your glass, "how did you of all people end up with such rowdy sperm monsters??" You growled as you leaned upon the table. Simon chuckled, sipping some more whiskey.

"I don't know," he placed his glass down, "why don't you ask their mother?"

"Yeah, you're right!" your face lit up for a mere moment before fully taking in his words, "wait a fucking minute you bastard! I'm their mother!!"

"Exactly," He took another sip, "Look at yourself, I love you but those rascals get it all from you." Simon chuckled before looking back to see you gulping another glass.

"Bartender, another glass for me please!" You spoke in a mopey tone, "Imma need more to drink away the sorrow of my husband's harsh but true words!" Having said that, you burst into laughter. Leaning against your husband's shoulder as you tried to grasp your breath. Simon shook his head, leaning his head upon yours.

"Honestly, what do I do with you." He chuckled as the bartender motioned that this was your last drink. Wasting no time, you took a large gulp; letting out a refreshing sigh you flashed Simon a content smile. "Enjoy that drink, It's your last." You placed your hand over your mouth, so close to spitting out your precious booze. You leaned your head back downing what you had in your mouth.

"Says who!" You clutched to Simon in desperation, "How could you deprive me of my only day off!" Simon finished his glass, motioning for another. He pointed to himself; the bartender nodded. "How come you get another!"

"One, the bartender. Two, I'm going to be here for a bit." Simon nodded as he swapped his old glass for a newly filled one, "Lastly, cause I'm not nearly as drunk as you." You huffed in defeat, despite being hammered, you could tell you were HAMMERED. You downed the rest of your glass, standing up from your seat.

"Imma head to the restroom," you kissed his cheek and left. Simon took a moment to look around. Most things you'd see in a bar were there; The noisy folk, the drunk asleep in the back corner, and groupies of all varieties. One thing caught his eye, more like he had caught their eye if anything. A group of ladies whispered among themselves as they looked over to one of them and then back to him. Not necessarily an uncommon sight for him, saying he is fairly attractive without his mask on. Yet he looked away, paying no heed to the group and returning to his drink. Surely no one is stupid to hit on him seeing he had been hanging with you this whole time... keyword he thought...

"Hey, there Handsome," a voice called out next to him. He ignored it despite no one being on the other side. Until sadly, someone poked his shoulder. "I'm speaking to you sir; can I buy you a drink? " Simon sighed, a frown staining his face.

"No thanks, for your sake you should leave; I'm happily married."

"To that wreck? Oh, honey, I can show you a real woman." the woman cackled as she leaned closer, "I can rock your world baby; just give me a chance. ~" she spoke in a seductive whisper into Simon's ear. He placed his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her away.

"One last time, it's best if you leave."

"Oh, come one, leave with me, baby!" She beckoned, "you'll send those papers after one night with me, trust me. ~"

"I wouldn't fuck with that if I were you," Simon turned to face you, "you must be blind 'cause I'm sure you and your group of whores knew he was mine." Your eyes flared with anger. You cracked your knuckles, leaning your head to the side with a cynical smirk. The women slowly turned around, seeing the demon incarnate festering with glaring eyes that could kill. She went pale as a ghost, "Now, I suggest you turn tail to your groupie before I shove something in those open legs of yours that you won't find pleasurable." The woman gulped loudly, comedically loud. Rushing off to return to her little gang, you laughed loudly as you watched her run, "Go on run faster bitch; pick a better target next time!" You sent a kiss in her direction and returned your gaze to your husband whose eyes were on you the entire time, admiring you with a soft grin. "Liked the show?"

"I believe that's your best performance yet." You walked to him, and instead of sitting in your seat next to him, you sat promptly on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, "Extremely attractive, if I may add; Despite all these years, you continue to amaze me, dove."

"Can I have one more drink then?" you turned to face him, hitting him with big puppy eyes. Simon sighed, never one to give in to puppy eyes, yet perhaps today will be his exception.

"Fine," He motioned for two more, "last one, so enjoy it." You cheered happily, grabbing Simon's cheeks and giving him a big smooch.

"Thank you, thank you! You're the best husband ever, Simon!!" You hugged him tightly; in response, he rubbed your back, "I love you so much, Simon..." You spoke softly.

"I love you too, (y/n)," he whispered in return. Taking his glass in hand and handing you yours, "Cheers?" You stared down at your glass and then back to him with a warm smile, both sharing that longing for each other.

"Cheers."

#simon x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mw22 #codwarzone #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 remastered #modern warfare #ghost x reader

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static-errorcode-13 · 3 months

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adamsapple oneshot for @rius-cave, @sugarry-sins and @aesusen

Im huge fans of you you guys btw. And I hope @aesusen would possibly use my hazbin hotel heaven oc

Also slight nsfw stuff (which i hate) , and tuns of swears

Adam pov:

I couldn't believe this, I mean I literally couldn't. First I was the first man on earth, then I was the first human soul to enter heaven, then head exorcist, now I'm a stupid demon on a fucking leash, and owned by the one who fucked my wife's. All because I needed a place to stay, and it was so I can apologize for all the damage I did to the old hotel.

And I knew he was enjoying this, always teasing by saying stuff like "if you be a good boy for daddy, I'll give you a reward~" and "who's my little bitch~" and let's not forget "Look how far you've fallen~". All of those things he said made me turn into a tomato. I hated his constant flirting but I signed my soul to him. So I had to just deal with it

Today I heard lucifer calling my name somewhere after breakfast, and since he owned my soul, I had to. I went to the main entrance of the hotel, seeing lucifer waiting for me with what seemed to be a bunch of papers next to him. I was confused on why there were so many. I hope I wasn't going to hold all of them at once. I looked at lucifer who was turning around to notice I was there.

"Ah you made it! Your such a good boy for daddy~" lucifer said makeing me flush out of embarrassment. "Today will be a simple task, as you notice I have a fuck ton of papers" lucifer said in a energized tone. He looked kinda cu- WHAT! DID I JUST FUCKING THINK THAT?! I I HATED THAT WIFE STEALING MOTHER FUCKER. WHY WOULD I NEARLY THINK HE WAS CUTE?!

I snapped back into consciousness after lucifer waved his hand in my face. "Hey you back" lucifer asked me as my face blushed, I nodded as I looked back at him. "So anyways these papers happen to be fliers for the hotel. If you can put up at least half of them..." lucifer said as they looked at me to finish the sentence "I'll give you a reward~" lucifer finished his sentence as he grabed my chin so i could look at him better, making me blush slightly. "Fine" I groaned out as I picked up half of the papers like luci said.

"But why half" I asked "because I want to make sure that my little pet is safe~" he said Making my face turn red as he chuckled "I just thought after all the really hard work you'd deserve a little less" luci explained the real reason.

28 minutes later

I was walking around hell putting up the fliers to advertise the hotel. While I was doing that, I couldn't help but think about earlier. I didn't know why I nearly thought lucifer was... cute. Just thinking about it makes my tail wag a little. All I could think about was his red cheeks, his toothy smile, his red eyes. I didn't get why I'd think fhat of him after stealing my wife's.

Eventually I reached the p@rn studio. I always got uncomfortable every time I was there. I overherd that angel dust talking about Valentino, and how he described him made me not wanting to meet the guy. I went to the alley, knowing well that sinners go there all the time, to do whatever they do. Placed the last flier on the wall. All the sudden I felt a hand Placed on my shoulder, I turned around to see it was Valentino himself.

"My my, if it isn't adam, the first dick ever" Valentino said Making me uncomfortable. "Yep that's me, look man I got to go" I tried to walk away but Valentino stopped me. "Whats the matter? We have some time~" Valentino said on a flirty tone, Placing his hand on my chin. I was nervous on what he was gonna do to me

Lucifer pov:

I was in the main entrance waiting for Adam to return. "He should of come back by now" i said to myself. "Well your highness, you own his soul, couldn't you just sense where he is" I herd husk say cleaning the bar. "That's a great Idea" I said as I started channeling my energy to Is conjure up a mirror type thing to look at where adam was. When I found him (spiritual) I saw Valentino trying to seduce Adam, as Adam looked uncomfortable with it.

I felt angered. Ever since Adam got into hell I started to develop feelings for the guy, and he's about to get r@ped by Valentino, the one who licked my daughter's arm. I dashed out of the door forgetting to close the mirror to show where Adam was. I was too focused to save Adam. I've grown to attached to him to much to let him get hurt.

Adam pov:

I was backing up away from Valentino feeling the most uncomfortable I've ever been ever. I eventually backed into the end of the alley, there was no way out of this. Valentino pinned me to the wall as he lifted my chin as he grind, "a fallen angel huh~? That could be anyone's kink~" Valentino said as in a flirty tone. "YEAH WELL MY KINK IS SMASHING BUGS YOU HORNY BUG" I herd someone yell before he hit Valentino with a shovel.

Valentino got knocked out and fell to the ground to show lucifer, dropping the shovel on the ground. It was kinda ho- DAMIT I DID IT AGAIN?! WHAT IS FUCKING WITH ME TODAY. Lucifer ran up to hug me, making me shocked and made me blush a bit as I returned the embrace. "Thank God your ok" lucifer said as he placed his hand on my cheek, making me blush. We stared at eachother for a bit, looking into eachothers eye's for I don't know how long.

Lucifer eventually closed the gap between us, clashing are lips together as we kiss. It felt like an eternity to be honest, the kiss was nice, I never expected to enjoy a kiss from lucifer out of all people but I did. After a few more minutes we broke the kiss as we looked at eachother. My eyes widened as I touched my lip "holy shit luci, that was-" " I know, it was kinda... nice" luci cutting me off as he cherished my cheek, making me blush at my comment of are kiss being nice

"I- I think I love you luci" I said, all flustered of are situation. Lucifer chuckles at my comment "I love you too, now come on, let's get back to the others" lucifer said as he walked me back to the hotel.

EPILOGUE

Lucifer poc:

I was on the couch cuddling Adam as I slowly started to fall asleep. I opened my eyes to see a dark empty void, I knew what was going on, and any moment now SHES gonna appear. "Well, well, seems like someone's got a new boyfriend" I herd a feminine demonic voice echoing in the black void

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ROO" I yelled out, trying to get answers. Red eyes formed all around me as a figure started to form from the distance. "Oh you know what I want" roo said as her spider like limbs made of what appeared to be wood on her back move closer to me. "I'm not giving you my soul. You might own Liliths, but you can't get me" I said as I turned away from roo.

"OK, but make sure your little boyfriend is safe, never know what could happen" roo said as she opens the palm of her real hand to show a flame with a silhouette of adam in the middle, as her black hair with a fade of red glowed showing her eyes being lifeless, her mouth being shut with a smile even as they talk, her outfit of rags having holes in them, her legs representing of of a goat like animal.

"Don't... you... DARE HURT HIM" I yelled out in anger, "who says I'm planning to. But... even if am, what are you gonna do about it" she said with a demonic echo in her voice as her arms became somewhat of some sort of stone monster, with her hands becoming the color of blood. "You know I'm the root of all evil, the reason hell exists, the one who grows more and more powerful with each death in hell has. So even if you tried to protect him..." she opens her other hand with another flame, one with the silhouette of Charlie "you still have a daughter ot protect" she claws me. Making me wake up from that nightmare

"You ok luci" Adam asked out of general concern for me. I looked at him both happy that he's safe but also concerned of what could happen to him. "Yeah I'm fine, just a nightmare" I said sounding rather calm of what just happened. "Don't worry I'm here to protect you" Adam said sounding confident. "Thanks my apple" I said as I snuggle up to him "but I need to protect you" I thought to myself as I look back at him

Roo pov:

"Soon luci, soon you'll be under my control" I walk around the giant hell tree representing the tree of knowledge with a force field in an opening letting me see hell. I walk to my toy chest, pulling out three puppets, one of Eve, one of Lilith, and the final one of alastor "I mean it hasn't been hard to make these three my play things and with one being a guy inside at all times" I laugh maniacally as I grow bigger and stronger, showing a new soul has died permanently. "Isn't that right..... eve" I say as I turn around at eve. Who was chained to the ground cause of me

"Yes mamm" eve said in q scared tone

This seems like a plot of a episode tbh. And I hope my three heros read this. Also I am proud of this!

#hazbin hotel adamsapple #guitarduck #guitarapple #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel roo #Hazbin hotel

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separatist-apologist · 4 months

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What are the worst wrong takes you've seen about Feyre and Elain?

Btw I dislike Bryce too I think I would've enjoyed cc more if it the mc was just anyone else but her.

Rhysand, what is the point of brain melting/misting power if you're not going to use it?

Wrong feels subjective. People can have whatever headcanons they want.

My least favorite opinions that get touted as fact are:

Feyre was recently illiterate which makes her too stupid to be in a position of power

Feyre didn't "earn" her position like the other High Lords did (I have such a rant half written about this because tell me more about how the magic system that chooses people at random is picking the most worthy individual)

Feyre is too young to be a (good) mother

Elain is stupid for never planting vegetables

Elain is even stupider/has so little curiosity that she doesn't know how to break a mating bond

Elain wants to be a wife and mother only

Feyre should have sat Tamlin down and told him she was suffering and/or acknowledged the trauma HE experienced watching her die

Feyre wasn't That Bitch for what happened in ACOWAR and needs to be held accountable by modern standards that don't exist in the book

Feyre is spoiled and expects people do everything for her

Feyre doesn't deserve everything she got

#i have a lot of opinions about the things people say about feyre actually

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ms-existentialcrisis · 4 months

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Dancing With The Devil || #1

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Note: My first chapter!!! I went pretty hard for this one so it's quite long. Reader is insane btw and will continue being one so just a warning!! This is unbeta'd or edited so I apologise for the grammatical and spelling errors, English isn't my first language. Hope you guys enjoy :>

SUMMARY: You try to not be a bitch because your mother raised you right except that the woman was dead and so was your father and your brother is about to marry you off to the son of a crime syndicate leader, thinking that the union would save the empire of crime your father worked hard for that he destroyed in year. It's a very big mistake and you'll be damned if you didn't make your brother, your soon to be husband and his family pay.

✨ Masterlist >> || { next }

Tags/Warnings: weapons and violence, blood, cursing, cannibalism, gore (?), a decapitated head, implied SA (very light!) Reader is fucked and batshit insane and will continue being one, if playing an unhinged bitch isn't Ur cup of tea then this isn't for you! Don't like , don't read; MDNI!!

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Just smile and look pretty, is what your brother tells you.

Just smile and look pretty and be an obedient little wife to him, is what he advices.

You already knew what was expected of you; the long talks after the deal was made was a testament to that but your brother always found it better to remind you every fucking day of what awaits you.

What kind of life you were about to live and what type of bullshit was gonna be demanded of you. It's a precaution, he says, to dissuade any ideas of escape you've got brewing in your head.

But you know what it really is: that bastard rubbing a handful of salt to your still bleeding wound; the fact that you're entirely powerless to stop the arranged marriage that would secure your brother a powerful ally and business partner in weapons dealing and trafficking rings.

Well, not entirely powerless. You'll be damned if you'd allow yourself to be used as some bargaining chip to power.

Fuck your brother.

You looked exquisite, face painted with make up and body decorated with the finest silk and most expensive jewelleries.

It's what your helpers told you, what the brides maids said when they saw you. People you don't know, smiling at you and telling you to smile because it's your big day and you're about to get fucking married.

Many would say that getting married to a rich powerful man wouldn't be so bad. You'd be a trophy wife whose only job is to serve and provide for your husband, opening your legs for him to fuck and use.

Truthfully, it didn't sound bad. Being Jonas' wife would have you bathing in milk and enjoying the finest things life would offer. Except you didn't really like that; the life of luxury wasn't something new to you.

Having been raised in a family that's balls deep in the life of crime and wealth, you're not new to waking up to people ready to kiss your foot. Your brother liked to call you a spoiled brat and maybe you were, your mother liked to dote on you after all, but you weren't a stranger to the difficulty of life.

In your family, hierarchy and respect was important. That's why your brother grew up as he did. A fucking cunt who's ego is bigger than the sun considering that he's raised to believe that he'd come after your father and his empire once the old man dies.

He was the heir and was treated as such. You? You were simply the daughter, one that would one day used to be a bargaining chip, a plug for whatever hole your brother manages to shoot open.

You grew up in violence just like him, learned just like him but you're treated less simply because you were a woman. Because you didn't have a dick between your legs; things that if your brother did would have people supporting him but would have you called insane and too much.

You were far from stupid or naive, unlike what people liked to think. You're not clean or pure or whatever stupid bullshit your brother advertised to Jonas and his family to get them to agree to this union but you're told to play that act and so play that act you did (after plenty of threats).

You seethed behind that mask however and you weren't afraid to show it once the door is closed.

"I'm going to kill myself!" You shrieked at the top of your lungs, shaking a finger to your blank faced brother. "Either you cancel this bullshit or I'll fucking put a bullet in my head!"

"A bit late for that, yes? The wedding will start in an hour so knock it off with your tantrum already," He hissed at you from where he sat on the couch of your private room, the brides maids and helpers ushered out the very moment he stepped in.

"You think I wouldn't do it?" You hissed back. The scowl your sporting twisted your pretty face. God you hated the fucking make up they put you in, too much foundation and the wrong fucking shade. You never did like the common make up used for weddings and now you hated it even more.

16 years old you did her make up better than this.

"You're a coward," Kane says simply, an eyebrow raised. Handsome, what women would call him. To you, he's a shit faced cunt who's deep in his head.

"Mama wouldn't stand for this," You threw at him. "She would never agree to me getting married off to some bitch with money and business!"

"No she wouldn't, but she would say yes either way because father would agree to it," He intones. "There's also the fact that she's dead and so is father. It's up to me to do what needs to be done for this family, Rosie."

You flinch, a flash of hurt hitting you in the chest before it's overcome by anger. The nickname has your hand coming to grip the rose necklace your mother had gifted you for your 18th birthday.

Turning away, you hold it closer to your chest. You hear your brother shuffle behind you, a sigh echoing in the silent room.

"This is for the family, Rosie. For the business and the legacy father left us both."

"Oh fuck off will you?!" You whirled to stare at him incredulously. "Legacy for the both of us?! No! Legacy for you brother! Just for you! For you to lead! For you to ruin!"

"Mama and Papa are dead and I took that as a chance to finally get away from you and your fucking stupidity yet you chase me to bring me back so I could fix this goddamed mess you started!"

"You ran away is what you did! You had a duty to fulfil and you ran away from it! You're a coward sister!" Kane yells back at you.

"Well it's certainly better than a fuck up son who proceeded to tear down the business in a matter of a year!" You laugh hysterically and what a sight you were, dressed in a beautiful wedding gown and murder written across your features.

You barely dodge the slap to your face and you take pleasure in the way your brother looks more pissed than ever. At the way that you could still push your brother's button in a way no one else could.

Kane has always been the picture of a cool cucumber who liked to look down on people, hiding the fact that he's nothing but a rotting can of horse shit.

(He was your brother once, when you were children; now, all he is was a stranger who wore your brother's face)

It wasn't like you were wrong. Multiple dealings have gone bad and business partners have pulled out of the contracts after your brother assumed the position of leader after your father's death several months after your mother's.

He didn't have it in him to make good decisions or to lead. And he fucked up because he believed otherwise, because your father was just as stupid as he is.

All you wanted was to grieve peacefully in a small town away from your brother and his falling empire but he dragged you back to clean up after him. Getting married to Jonas Strucker, son of Baron Strucker and owner of a massive Trafficking empire, would save your brother's face and business.

He knew that, you knew that and you hated how he thought he could make you do this.

Kane looked like he was going to pop a vein on his forehead, opening his mouth to presumably scream at you again when there's a knock on the door.

"Mr. L/N, the boss is looking for you," A feminine voice called from the other side. Both you and your brother went blank faced but nothing could mask the absolute hate you both are sporting when your eyes met again.

"You are going to go through this, do you hear me?" Kane hisses, a hand coming to grip your arm in a bruising hold to pull you close to him. "You are going to follow your purpose and you are going to fucking serve your husband, whether you like it or not."

You stumble back when he releases you, the ugly feeling of helplessness and rage boiling in you. You wanted to scream, to pull out a gun and shoot him in the head.

God you hated him.

You stand there as he turns to leave, a red haired woman greeting him and coming inside once he's gone. There's a serene expression on your face as one of Jonas' trusted agent came to stop by the still open door.

"Ms L/N, the limo is waiting for you outside," She nods at you, eyes searching. She's wearing a nice black over all, a red leather jacket over it. You eye her back, taking note of the weapons she's possibly sporting.

"Wanda, wasn't it?" You smile at her politely, earlier displeasure gone in favour of being nice to this woman who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else like you. "I like your eyeliner."

The corner of her mouth quirks and she gives you another nod, "Thank you. You look gorgeous as well, Ms L/N."

Wanda Maximoff is a beautiful red haired woman who'd look quiet and unassuming if it weren't for the fact that her eyeliner is sharp enough to kill. She has this cool air around her but her eyes says that you don't fuck with me.

According to what you've heard, she has a brother name Pietro and they've been with the Strucker family since they were children. They're one of the best the family had to offer, their most trusted subordinate.

The Strucker family originated from Sokovia where her and her brother had obviously been picked up from, if Wand's accent is anything to go by. They're one of the bigger mobs that ran the trafficking ring there, connected to plenty of other crime rings.

"Y/N is fine and really, you've got yours done so cleanly. And your smokey eye! It looks good! I never did manage to do mine without making me look like a panda high on drugs," You laugh, moving towards the door and dragging your ridiculously long puffy gown with you.

It wasn't a surprise that you tripped but thankfully, Wanda is there to catch you. You smile at her as she helps you to your feet, one that she returns and keeps on her face when she leads you out of the room.

She doesn't notice the pocket knife you nabbed from her shoved into your dress, hidden away easily by the layers.

The wedding is exactly what you expected it to be.

Big and grandiose, the venue filled with guests to the brim.

You spaced out during the half of it, barely flinching when the priest finally told your husband to lift up your veil and not even batting an eye when he leaned in to kiss you, the sound of clapping nearly loud enough to drown the ringing in your ears.

Jonas Strucker doesn't look too bad to the eyes and you'd say he's got a lovely pair of eyes if you ignored how he stared at you. Like a piece of meat for him to eat.

'ill rip it out and keep it in a jar for keepings,' you thought as your eyes met again, the photographer guiding you for the pictures and flashes that nearly blinded you.

Your brother looks smug and joyful at the union, chatting away with the head of the Strucker family and his wife while you posed and smiled for the camera, shaking hands with people you have no interest in.

Briefly, your eyes caught Wanda as she stood by the side, her presumably brother standing with her. You gave her a smile and the knife on your thigh felt heavier and warmer than the ring on your finger.

Your smile widened as your attention shifted back to your new husband.

"You are going to serve your husband, whether you liked it or not," Your brother's words echoed in your mind once again and your smile grew to a grin.

"Y/N! Hello dear, you look so beautiful tonight," Baron Strucker is every bit of a slimy old fuck you expected him to be. He grinned at you once he pulled back from the hug he drew you in, his wife following to the same.

You know that thing in cartoons where the husband and wife looked the same? Yeah, that's the case with them. Mentally, you snorted and tried to keep the 'your parents were siblings' joke to a minimum.

"You look lovely my dear," The woman cooes at you. "My son will take good care of you, I raised him myself so I know that. And oh! The children you'll bear," she turns to her husband, "Darling, imagine our grandchildren with her hair and Jonas' eyes!"

"Hmm yes, they'd be adorable. I hope that the two of you will enjoy it tonight," the man laughed, sending you a wink that made your skin crawl.

Oh yes, you'll enjoy it tonight alright.

When Kane received a message on the 2nd night of what's supposed to be your honeymoon week, a pit of apprehension opened in his stomach.

Just a little bit of family dinner, the message said. A private celebration where it's only gonna be you, Jonas, and his parents as well as Kane. It was the most suspicious thing he read.

You grew up together and Kane knew how you could be. Your destructive tantrums and your attitude that could fuel a small country. It's why he called you spoiled; the way you refused to bow your head and follow what your parents told you, holding your chin up and following whatever you wanted.

He knew how cunning you could be and begrudgingly, Kane could admit that you're one hell of a fox in terms of playing and manipulating yourself in and out of situations.

Your mother never did teach you what you were supposed to know and do and Father had always been soft towards you despite his obvious favour towards Kane. It's why you grew up with such a big head, thinking that you could live outside your responsibility of the family.

Kane was more than overjoyed to finally put you in your place despite the circumstances that brought the marriage up in the first place.

Initially, he opted to ignore the message of invite to the dinner but when Mrs. Strucker called him to ask if he was attending as well, he's got no choice but to agree.

Which is why he's currently sitted in the dinner table of the penthouse that you and Jonas' were spending your honeymoon in. He sat facing Mrs. Strucker, the head seat to his right occupied by the family head while the other one remained empty for Jonas' to take.

There's a feast laid out in front of him, recipes he didn't recognise but looked appealingly good. He barely paid them attention when the servants rolled them in unlike the Strucker couple, waiting for you to appear and preparing himself for whatever plan you've cooked up this time.

Once you did appear, you looked gorgeous with your hair up in a clean bun, a few strands loose to frame your rouged cheeks, the red on your lips matching the red dress you picked to wear, bejeweled with glitters that reflected the warm overhead lights to twinkle like stars. Kane recognised it as one of your favourite dresses, the slit on both sides of the fitting fabric and open back showing enough skin that Mrs Strucker gasped in scandal.

Internally, Kane fumed.

That dress didn't leave much for imagination and it didn't fit the image of the shy and quiet sister he shared with Jonas' and his parents.

"That's quite the dress you're wearing, Rosie," he gritted out as you smiled at him serenely. You walked towards the table, bounding towards the Strucker couple and giving them both kisses to the cheek.

"What can I say? Tonight's a special night and I wanted to dress pretty," You shrugged indifferently.

"Well, I could understand the desire but.. did you really have to go with that one?" Mrs Strucker hesitantly asked.

"It's my favourite, auntie!" You laughed as you took the other head seat. Kane tried to kill you with his glare.

"Hmm and what did Jonas say about this, dear?" Mr Strucker eyed you.

"Oh he loved it, uncle," you purred before spreading your arms. "Tonight's special like I said so let's have a feast! I cooked all of this for us to enjoy!"

You urged them to start digging into the meal you've prepared and they reluctantly did so. Kane glared at you while he shoved a piece of meat in his mouth, silently and reluctantly enjoying what you've prepared.

The Strucker couple did not share his reluctance and made it clear.

"My my, this is quite the dishes you've prepared my dear!" Baron praised as he took a bite of whatever he took for his plate. You preened like a fucking peacock, smiling sheepishly.

Kane silently chewed, never taking his eyes off of you before he startled in his seat, finally noticing what, or more specifically, who was missing.

"Where's Jonas?" He asks, barely keeping his voice down.

"Mhm?" You looked up from your meal, blinking at him innocently.

"That's right, dear," Mrs. Strucker nodded. "Not that I don't enjoy this but where's my son? I expected him to be here with us."

"What do you mean?" You asked, brows furrowed in confusion as you tilted your head. Kane's heart dropped, recognising the malevolent mischievous glint in your eyes.

Slowly, he looked down at the meal he was silently enjoying, the pit in his stomach growing deeper.

"He's already here," You intoned, chewing thoroughly.

"Ah what?" Baron says as he placed the glass of wine he took a sip from down. Mrs. Strucker shifted restlessly in her chair, sensing the change of mood.

"I said," You start, putting your fork and knife down to spread your arms around the feast you've prepared, "that he's already here."

Kane went pale, stomach rolling as his fingers went tight around the knife and forks he used to dig into the flesh of his supposed brother-in-law.

He could see the very moment the other two realised what you meant, blood draining out of their face as their eyes surveyed the presented meals. They both started spouting out denials.

When Kane looks back at you, you're sporting a wide manic grin, chewing at a piece of meat you stuck in your mouth. He felt sick, suddenly understanding how much fucking worse you could get the more you're pushed around.

How far you'd go whenever your freedom is threatened.

With a chuckle, you leaned forward to take the cover of one of the bigger plates he didn't even notice and Kane knew what to expect, somehow, but he couldn't keep down the gag of disgust and horror clawing up his throat at the sight of Jonas' head presented like a pig, dressing around it and decorated with fruits.

"Well? How does he taste?" You asked proudly, puffing your chest and taking the plate up so you could show it to the horrified trio in front of you.

"You demonic psychopath!" Baron exploded, rising from his seat so he could shout obscenities at you.

Kane felt frozen in his own seat, looking away in disgust when Mrs Strucker vomitted to the side, starting to cry hysterics after it.

"He's very bad in bed, do you know that?" You say conversationally, accent shifting into a mocking russian one. "Very bad dirty talk and small dick. He cried like a little bitch when I stuck my knife into his side and twisted it."

You did nothing but laugh at the pairs growing horror and grief, eyeing them gleefully.

"There's no one to hear you here, auntie and uncle, so scream your grievances as much as you want," You giggled once Baron started yelling for guards and his men.

Kane have seen men and women be cut into pieces, burned alive or buried in different locations. He's brutal fights and has been part of them, has seen blood and the kind of violence that would belong to monsters.

He believed that he's experienced and seen it all but this?

This act of yours?

It took the cake.

"Looking like a paper there, brother," You sneered once you turned your attention to him.

Your words, the way you spat the word brother out, it made him rise to his seat in pure fucking rage. Baron and his wife looked like they'd gone into shock, heaving and gagging like it'll remove the taste of their son from their mouth.

"I am not your brother," He hissed angrily. "From this day on, I have no sister! What the fuck is going on inside of that head of yours, Y/N?! How could you possibly do this?!"

You went blank faced at his words, eerily staring at him with blank eyes that stared deep in his soul. Kane leaned forward, the edge of the table digging into his front as he balanced his weight on the palms he's got planted on the wood.

You were quiet for a few minutes before a completely malevolent grin split your face, eyes wide and blazing.

You threw your head back at whatever joke you had spinning in your head. The dinning room is now quiet, save for Mrs Strucker's sobs and your shrieking laughter.

Then abruptly, you stopped laughing and the emotions on your face are wiped clean when you directed back the attention to him. Kane barely had the time to duck under the table when you pulled a gun under the table, shooting the hysterical and sobbing couple at the end of the table.

"Fuck!" He yelled over the sound of gun shots and falling bodies, pulling out his own pistol and praying that someone fucking heard the ruckus you raised.

Taking out his phone, he dialed up Dylan, his right hand man, and immediately called for back up. "I need back up!" He whispered yell, crawling under the table and watching out for you. He broke out in cold sweat when the room fell silent, not even the click of your heels to fill it.

When he peeked out of the long clothe draped on the table, you weren't anywhere to be seen.

"Kane? I thought you were with-"

"My sister's gone fucking manic Dylan and I need a fucking back up," he continued to furiously whisper to the phone, earth shattering fear coursing through him.

The last thing Dylan hears from his boss is his terrified yelp as Kane is pulled out from under the table, coming face to face with his dear sister.

"What's the matter, brother? This is supposed to be a private party for us only-" You danced out of the way as he swiped out of you.

You've tucked your pistol away on the tactical strap on your waist that you were most definitely not sporting earlier, a few knives wrapped around you revealed thighs. You took great pleasure in kicking away Kane's own gun.

"Give it up Rosie," He spat, studiously ignoring the cooling corpse of the Strucker couple a few feet away from both of you. "Dylan and our men are on their way. I'll have them spare you if you get on your fucking knees right now!"

"The last person to demand me on my knees was Jonas and look at where he is right now," You crooned, gesturing to the left overs on the dinner table. Kane grimaced, shifting and reluctantly throwing himself at you.

You trade blows, his strength against your agility all the while you screamed at each other. He catches you in the stomach and you retaliate with a right hook, busting his lips. You kick him in the leg, raising your other to hit him on his left and he stumbles backwards.

The two of you are panting as he eyes you, gaze shifting to the gun thrown to the size. He's got a blooming bruise on his face, lips busted. You weren't better, hair disarray and blood down your nose and from the cut on your forehead you got when he threw a vase at you. But you were grinning, relishing at the destruction you've caused and the blood on your brother's face.

Kane lunges at you with a punch. One that you dodge, swinging your legs in a round house kick that he blocks with his left forearm. You twist to catch his other hand, wrapping your right leg around his shoulder and neck, lifting yourself to catch him in triangle choke.

"I fucking hate you," Kane gurgles as he swings you and your weight around, making you grunt as he slams you repeatedly against the ground when he finally falls on your knees.

"I hate you too!" You scream at him, plowing your elbow down to his head. He manages to detangle from you but you don't waste your time, swiping his legs under him.

You quickly straddle him on his chest, busting your knuckles open as you beat the ever loving shit out of him. He struggled under you, nearly bucking you off before he eventually went limp. You don't stop despite feeling his face collapse under your knuckles and rage, not even when his face is a mess of broken flesh and blood.

That euphoric satisfaction in you at the sight of him dies a quiet death, replace with sinking grief. To your brother, you're nothing but a blur of colours and pain.

He doesn't see you cry nor the pain that flashes across your features as you bowed over him, loose hair framing your face like a curtain.

"You're all I had you know that?" You sob silently, cupping his face. "We might hate each other but we're still siblings. We grew up together Kane. Why'd you turn into such a douchebag?"

You get no reply, just his pained wheezes. You continue to cry quietly, body shaking with tears before it turns into something different, starting with a chuckle before turnings into a full blown cackle.

"But then again, it's not like I can talk. I mean, look at me," you say to the quiet room, eyes staring your dying brother down with dead eyes. "Good bye brother."

With that, you pull out your gun and mercilessly shoots him in the head.

You don't know how long you sat there, blankly staring at your brother's corpse, face barely recognisable. It must be a long time because when you finally find it in you to move, the blood has started to dry.

You feel empty, legs shaky when you pull yourself up. You've got a death grip on your pistol, chest tight and stomach rolling. Suddenly, you want to stick yourself in an ice bath, let the cold prickling sensation of ice numb you skin till it's pale and shivering, till you were lightly shuddering and numb to the cold.

It's why you're so caught off guard when the dooble door of the penthouse blast open, footsteps thundering to fill the once quiet room. The mirror to your other side is broken by a winged figure shooting itself inside, mechanical wings tucking itself close as he landed in a crouch.

'shit,' you think to yourself as you throw yourself out of the way, pulling your pistol up and aiming at the men and women that came into your view.

You paused however because you'd expected Dylan and his men for back up.. not these strangers dressed in tactical gears. 'Interpol agents' is what came to your mind but 2 very distinctive faces made you change your mind.

"Wanda?" You called out softly, eyeing the girl who stood behind two very tall and very big men. She had her gaze on Baron and his wife, eyes wide in shock. Her brother and the rest of the people with her seemed to be in similar or varying state of surprise and shock.

"Ms L/N," She hesitantly greeted, your gazes meeting. Everyone's attention snapped to you and you surveyed them all quietly. Your eyes lingered on the two tall men, one short and brown haired while the other blonde, face bearded and hair slicked back.

"I told you, Y/N is fine," You chirped back at her warmly, gun still raised. You tilted your head, "Considering that you work very close with Baron and Jonas, I'd expected that you knew that this is a private celebration."

"Woman you have a different idea of celebration," the winged man whistled as he eyed the cooling corpses. Another red haired woman has started investigating the dinner table, Wanda's brother still staring at Baron's body in shock.

"It was a special occasion," You shrugged, looking indifferent but internally, you were panicking.

You vaguely recognised this people, men and women associated with the Merchant of Death, biggest and baddest dealer of weapons and advanced technology.

The Merchant of Death was a very picky man and to get into a contract with him was a difficult thing. You seriously doubt that the Strucker family would have connections with him considering that they're tighly tied with the Hydra mob but seeing that the Maximoff siblings are very cozied with them and they went in guns blazing, you can only assume that they're here for you and what you've done.

"She cooked him," Your gun snaps to the woman by the dinner table, poking Jonas head. You squint at her, slowly recognising her as one Natasha Romanoff, former agent of Red Room, an illegal agency that was busted several years ago by another agency after it was discovered that most of their agents came from another massive Trafficking ring.

It wasn't a public news but it was a big deal for the neighbouring crime rings, seeing such big organisations go down and be revealed in just a day.

Natasha Romanoff was notoriously known for her skills as an assassin and she was a woman nobody wanted to cross.

'Fuck,' you thought, starting to sweat.

"Could see your fight or flight instinct fighting from here, doll," A voice drawled and your attention snapped at the brown haired man casually poking at your brother's corpse. By now, the group have broken to snoop around the room.

You meet his piercing gaze head on and you try not to get lost in his icy silver blue eyes, the way they seemed to strip you bare. You raised your eyebrow and puffed up your chest when his gaze roamed down your body.

"Take a pic, it'll last longer," You grunted, shifting your stance so one of your legs are more revealed than the other through the slit of your dress. You know you don't look your best at the moment considering that beat down you lashed out but you'll be damned if you didn't make sure that you're at your hottest in your last moments.

He chuckled, the rasp to his voice nearly enough to distract you from the cursing from other side of the room.

"Shit for real?" Wings cursed, eyeing the meals you prepared in disgust, awe and horror. "That's just nasty man."

"Hey!" You say indignantly. "He makes a great meal you fuck head! Don't disrespect my cooking!"

"Well, this is unexpected," Tall, blonde and handsome says as he crouched by Baron's corpse, eyeing thoughtfully. "Thought your brother was the psychopath, with the violent and destructive reputation he's made for himself when he assumed leader to your empire."

"Add 'idiot' to that," You snarked, returning his stare. They didn't seem interested in killing you or taking you in for what you've done. In fact, they didn't seem to care at all that Baron, his wife and your brother are dead as well as Jonas.

"how about you put the gun down, Ms L/N?" Pietro gestures at you and the pistol you've got trained on them.

"Not until I know what you're here for," you grinned shakily.

"We're not here for you," Icy eyes tells you, brows raised. "So better put that gun down before you shoot someone."

"You think I don't know how to use this?" You gritted at him.

"Opposite actually. Seeing what you've done here, it's much better that we talk instead of shoot yes?" Romanoff comes to stand close. The others shift as well, done with poking around to stare at you with undivided attention.

You glare at them all, defensive.

"Relax sweetheart, were not here to hurt you. We just wanna talk," Icy eyes soothingly says, hands up in mock surrender. You try to kill him with your eyes.

"He's right. We don't mean any harm, we just want to talk," Blondie from earlier copies him.

"Ms Y/N, we came in here for the assassination of the Strucker family head as well as your brothers' but seeing that they're already dead, we'll do nothing but talk," Wanda came forward to explain.

Your eyes narrow at her, "So you're a double agent? Figured that you were just there for the show with how you looked like."

Wanda looked sheepish for a moment. "We saw our way out of the family's shitty system so we took it. They're the good guys," Pietro shrugged beside her, gesturing at the other 4.

"Don't know who these guys are, so- forgive me if I don't trust them as you do," You shrug back, seriously doubting the good guys comment.

"Natasha Romanoff," The black widow agent introduces herself abruptly, eyes on the blood stains on your flesh and skin.

"Sam Wilson," Wings followed with an arm cross.

"Steve Rogers," Blondie offered with a nod, your eyes widening as you focused entirely on the very dangerous and known man in front of you.

If this guy was Steve Rogers, also known as, funnily enough, 'The Captain' then the man beside him must be-

"James Buchanan Barnes but you can call me Bucky," The mother fucking Winter Soldier winks at you, a playful grin on his face.

You are either very fucking lucky or fucked over at the moment if you didn't play your cards right.

Fin~

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