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quick like 3 hour thing to sate my desire to see Narinder But As A Bishop. i tried to emulate the game style as much as possible, and i used shamura and heket as the primary references for the robe design
#shakes him like a squeaky toy. fucked up cat !!!#art#cult of the lamb#narinder cotl#so interesting thing i noticed while looking at the other bishops#so heket is the only one out of her shamura and kallamar that has the horizontal line through the red pupil#but LESHY. while he has his eye covered in this form of his . if you look at his eldritch form with the blindfold off. he also has the#horizontal thing in his pupil then#i thought maybe its the eldritch forms only then but no. even shamura and kallamar's eldritch forms dont have it#so it is strictly a leshy and heket thing#dont know what it means but whatever. thought it'd be neat to include for narinder as well. <3#WAIT SORRY almost forgot to add what was the actual deciding factor to that rather than just whatever:#narinder's eldritch form does in fact have the horizontal lines in his pupils as well#so that was what made me say whatever to also adding it to his non eldritch bishop form here. <3#anyway literally boring ass stock pose against a white bg but i just wanted to focus on the design + copying the game style as much as#possible which im actually really happy with. obv i cant do 1:1 but i think i got pretty close. so. :3
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pleasepleaseee write something about vampire choso
❤︎ ໋𓈒 teaching vampire choso how to please you
warnings. fem! reader, biting, inexperienced choso, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mdni.
vampire choso would be twice as sensitive as the normal human.
just feeling the warmth of your breath waft against his skin, pecking a wet kiss against his cheek was enough to make him let off a soft whimper. he was utterly infatuated with you. your taste especially, there’s never go a dull moment where he wouldn’t have his fangs softly buried into the crook of your neck. “s-sweet,” he’d murmur out, dragging his tongue softly against your skin. the sharp edges of his tongue wasn’t too pierced, but pulled down just enough to leave a few bite marks. “i want more of you, please..”
“you don’t—”
“jus’ teach me, show me,” and as he spoke, his words trembled as you were propped up on his lap—you felt how warm choso was, his body heat was something you couldn’t ignore. his bottom lip quivers before he pouts, and you felt his hardened bulge rub off against you. “i- i just wanna make you feel good. show me what to do.”
“okay,” you smile, planting a kiss near the tip of his nose, a soft whimper following from your gesture. he wasn’t kidding, he yearned to make you feel some sorts of pleasure.
choso wasn’t a virgin…he’s had his share of sheer intimacy, yet it’s been quite some time.
ever since he stumbled upon you, he’s been longing to feel some sorts of erotic delectation for himself.
as he’s hovering above you, choso heavily pants. his frame completely towers of you—you’re sat there with a cute smug grin, and you stare as his abs clench with his arms laid against the sides of you.
“you gonna stare at me all day, baby?”
you tease at the vampire, and immensely, he grows rather flustered, a fiery heat rising towards the outer tips of his pointed ears.
“s-sorryyy…princess, you’re just s-so pretty underneath me,”
he huffs out, heaving in and out. you stare into his eyes, and it was half-lidded. he’s always had this tired look about him, the darkened horizontal mark that ran across the bridge of his nose.
his favorite thing of you to do would be whenever you’d skim a thumb softly against it, pressing a few warm kisses against the mark.
“start slow, ‘s okay.” you coo, yours eyes were sweet and gentle — he couldn’t help but whine at your facial expressions. so pure, so perfect…
“hold- hold my hand.” he stammers, and you look let off an abrupt gasp once his swollen tip goads against your slick entrance.
“you’re…such a baby,” you’d let out, intertwining your fingers against his anyway.
“…yeah, ‘m your baby,” he sniffles, and he’s gradually letting himself in. you have a free hand that digs into the paleness of his back, scratching down with your lip being bitten by the top of your teeth. he was so thick, such girth being met that you were just completely taciturn. soft whines left from your lips, and the moment he goes inside of you, choso lets off a shaky, “f-fuckk,” and that makes your pussy pulse.
once choso gnaws against his lip, letting off a quiet sigh once he starts to slowly insert himself inside you, he lets off various suppressed grunts of “f-fuck,” or “babyyy,” and even, “s-shit.”
despite being a vampire, choso wasn’t too fond on sucking your blood. peculiar a bit, maybe…
but he much rather preferred sucking against the tenderness of your skin, coating you with bite marks…or even just letting you touch him everywhere. to him, that was more than enough to satisfy him.
“choso,” you’d mumble, lightly tapping the side of his cheek. he stares at you, letting off a ‘hm’ with his eyebrows raising, bringing his moans to a halt. “can- can you try talking dirty to me?”
“dirty?” he sibilates, the scorching warmth of your folds hugging him tight, keeping him thermal made his ears ring. he leans in to kiss you, and he’s starting up a cute hesitating pace before his pupils dilate, “o-oh,” and he watches a smile pull against your lips. “i don’t know how to um—degrade, baby.”
“say anything.” you’d whisper, and you can feel him stretching you out, his long yet well trimmed nails softly graze against your tummy to watch you quiver before he swallows thickly.
choso leans into your neck before panting, “okay,” and he sounds so cute — like always, he can’t help but run the ridges of his fangs amongst your neck, sucking briefly before rasping out, “y-you’re so—so um, tight ‘n wet. i wanna pump so much cum into your vagi—,” and then he buries his head into your neck, “….this is embarrassing..”
you giggle, brushing your fingers against his neck. “baby, you’re doing good.”
“am i?” he croaks, and for a split second, the vampires voice cracks.
it’s cute…
his tempo remained steady, yet his hips and thrusts against you were entirely sloppy. such squelches came out your cunt to where your ankle starts to rub up and down his waist.
he was so desperate for your praise, his acicular pointed ears always raised and twitched whenever he heard a single praise from you. just telling him how good he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel. all he wanted was to just be enough for you.
“yeah, promise,” you’d smile at him, and that was all it took for him to mash his lips against yours. his body grinds against you, and he’s so hot—you feel his hardened abs press against you each time he rocks and rocks against you.
it’s simply hypnotic, his movements.
you drove him crazy. choso had to be careful not to bite your tongue with the fangs, and that he was.
he’d moan into your mouth once you’d pull him closer. he tasted sweet, and he gets goosebumps once he feels you deepen the kiss while licking your legs around his waist.
choso’s base was hefty, there was no denying it. it continued to slap and slap against your pussy, the noises reverb throughout the room to where it’s just about the only sound you can make.
his nose nudges by yours before he playfully nips at your lip. a soft prick from his fangs before he lets off a loud moan. “baby, ‘m feeling tingly..”
“already?” you utter, staring deeply into his eyes. a pout goes over his lips at your teasing tone before you giggle, bringing him into a quick sneak kiss. “you—you can cum inside.”
“…you’d let me?” he moans, the silk running off your tone made him so hard, he didn’t know how to explain it. watching you nod, he shivers, smothering your face with various kisses to where you could barely keep your eyes open. “i— i wanna fill you so bad, you…you don’t know how much i’ve been saving for you, m-my love.”
“show me then,” you whine, and the eye contact the two of you shared was so sensual. it was intimate, as it should be. you feel him quicken his pace against your entrance, his jaw tightens and he moans.
choso’s still holding onto your hand, yet at this point, he’s squeezing it tight. he leans in to lick a long stripe up your neck. he can’t help but savor your taste each time. you were such a sweet treat.
“y-you make me wanna taste you more,” he whimpers, and you hear as his breath hitches. his voice grows a bit hoarse due to the constant moaning he’s making — and it doesn’t take long before after a few sloppy jagged thrusts, choso breaks.
when he came, it was so much…
such ropes, thick ropes. you felt every spill, he filled you up to the brim. it’s wet, and he’s an entire mess. choso’s practically hugging you, and it feels wet. the sensation of your walls freely accepting his load makes his teeth shatter in desperation. “f-fuck, i told you..”
but he wasn’t done, he was addicted.
choso feels you grip tighter against him and he nearly looses it. he’s still shaking.
spurting such dumps of his cum into you to where it’s so filthy. it starts to drip down your inner thigh, and he’s so sensitive. choso’s fangs deep into your neck again, this time he’s just lightly biting down, moans being muffled by his canines pressing against your feeble skin.
“h-how did i do?” he sighs, still sucking against your neck — his dick remained still inside of you, and he purrs softly once he feels your fingers roam through his hair. “did i…did i do good? ‘m sorry i didn’t last that long..”
“you did great, baby,” you reply, bringing him into a deep kiss. choso’s heart bested rapidly at your words, he leans into your touch as his tongue curls against yours. he was panting, warm breath colliding against yours before he pulled away, whining out a timid,
“f-fuck, i love you.”
“huh?” you’d mutter, meeting his gaze before he turned away, face turning flushed once he realized what he said.
choso pulls you close to his chest, still feeling himself pour into you before he rasps. “i— i really like you, thank y—you.”
he was definitely in love..
#★vegasbaby.#choso x reader#choso smut#choso kamo smut#choso kamo x reader#choso x you#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk drabbles#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#female reader#anime smut
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wyll’s stone eye having a strangely shaped otherworldly pupil reminiscent of sea creatures like rays and octopuses to suggest his bond to unnatural power, calling to mind the historical association between the devil and the horizontal pupils of goats, and several people going “omg it’s heart shaped”, is actually the most endearing thing in the world. to me. yeah it IS heart-shaped
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to leave the blood stay in the veins
monster!könig x f!rcursed!reader (no use of 'y/n') 6.6k words NSFW!
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT‼️CW: extremely NSFW, descriptions of gore, implied consumption of human flesh by a non-human monster, mention of necrotic curse, monsterfucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, knotting (no omegaverse), outdoor sex, ambiguous ending, pre-established relationship, 0% proofread, könig and reader are both fucking unhinged.
Day 01 of the Haunted Hoedown Challenge by @/inklore
taboo au (monsterfucking) + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into." + oh no i'm dating the town serial killer
There is a beast in the woods, and it leaves so little meat on the bone that not even carrion birds find value in the corpses it leaves behind.
It’s a strange town in the foothills of the Austrian Alps, full of little sicknesses hiding in the corners, and you learned them well when you moved here. No one goes past the treeline at night. Hardly anyone is outside of home if they can help it. Tourists are the beast’s fodder.
Your boyfriend thinks it’s funny.
König, under his ever-present hood–a not altogether uncommon sight in your town, people come here when they have something to hide, something they are uncomfortable with or find hideous in themselves, and he has given an unimaginable amount for you out of love–laughs, sharp in the tooth.
“Anyone dumb enough to head into the trees is dumb enough to die,” he teases, but there is an arrogance and a contempt swimming deep in his bloodshot blue eyes.
“That’s coldblooded, but not wrong,” you tell him, from behind your own mask. Plain thing, blank in expression, modeled from the one from Eyes Without A Face. It covers the ravages of a curse, numb necrosis slowly spreading up your face through the years. “I still want you to get me a gun.”
“What’s a gun going to do against a thing like that?” he asks, tilting his head, the hood bagging off the curled horns that start at his temples and sweep back over his ears. “Something like that, you need silver. I’ll get you a knife. Big one. Nice and fucking sharp, Schatzi.”
The knife isn’t a comfort when the beast begins to hunt in town. It stalks from house to house, preying on people in their beds, their living rooms, their bathtubs–there is no rhyme or reason, not a whit of discernable pattern.
Only teeth-gouged bones and viscera ground into wall, tile, and carpet alike. Your neighbor falls victim, and you watch the police from your window, flinching when a veteran officer stumbles out into the fall-frosted grass to vomit, sobbing and pulling his hair.
“It got Emil,” you say, still watching through your sheer curtains.
König nearly cackles from your bed, lounging as he visits. “Good. Emil was a piece of shit. Depperte Fut.”
You glance at him from the corner of your eye, over your shoulder, before returning back to the circus in the yard next door. “‘Stupid cunt’ is a pretty strong insult. He was an asshole, but I don’t think he deserved to die like that,” you mumble.
“You don’t know all that much about your neighbors, Schatzi.”
You begin to rock side-to-side on your hips, the enormous silver blade König gifted you turning over and over in your hands, the point digging lightly into your palm.
It’s insane, the way you begin to tell yourself that you’ve seen König’s face nearly everyday for the last two years—you can see it right now. He lies on your bed, pointed teeth gleaming under his split philtrum in the soft yellow light of the bedside lamp and the red-blue flash of the cruisers. You know there is a man under the hood, however odd and satyr-seeming.
And yet. And yet.
The blade digs a little too deep, drawing a curse-blackened bead of blood. König’s eyes burn into the back of your neck, and you can only guess his horizontal pupils dilate into black holes.
Just quit your job. I’ll take care of you.
It’s a simple enough promise, and one you know König will keep, but not one you’re willing to make. You have few shreds of independence, hard-bought through years of fighting back against misfortunes and setbacks, and, no matter the depths with which you love him, you’re not willing to trade your shit wage on faith for love of a man. It doesn’t matter how helplessly besotted he is.
It’s this molar-cracking grit that delivers you right to the beast. Because you were forced to pick up an extra half shift at the hotel to fold towels behind the front desk, because you needed the money, because you wanted to pay back your beautiful, bloodthirsty boyfriend for the ridiculous blade he begat you.
The god forsaken thing lumbers down a deserted street, blocks from your little rental, and something fucking horrendous seizes you. It’s enormous, walking on cloven hooves and back-bent legs. Its arms are too fucking long, clawed, jagged. And worst is the skull, bleached white and glowing like a beacon in the dark, an enormous rack of brutally sharp horns dripping trinkets of bone and gold that glints in the street lamp it approaches.
A horrible fact hits you. It’s not lumbering, it’s wandering. Putting a massive, craggy hand on fences and peering into houses, taking its time, evaluating. You swear you can almost hear it humming.
You don’t know when your hand found the handle of the silver blade strapped to your belt under your coat, but the leather on the grip bites your palm with the force of your grip, a nauseous, cold sweat terror tearing apart your ability to think.
It’s a primal fear, one that makes you want to protect your soft, vulnerable neck, even if the blood that warms it runs venomous.
It’s a bad choice, but there are no good ones. When the beast lifts its head and scents the air, skull snapping your direction and shaking its grisly trophies, you run. You snap the huge blade off your hip and drop into a dead sprint, cutting between yards, trying to escape the horrendous bellow that reverberates through the bony chambers of the monster’s skull.
Choosing to run instead of freezing maybe bought you a few extra minutes before death decided it was time to seize your pulse in reclamation, and it hurts. The physical exertion it takes to bomb through the last stretches of suburbia before the forest closes in feels like you are breaking every bit of your body by forced choice, listening to that awful fucking thing chase after you.
Your blade makes a slicing sound cutting through the air at your side, the monster’s hooves pound the dirt as it digs in and chases after you, but, good god, it doesn’t sound like it’s even trying.
You don’t dare look back, pushing your body past agony, your lungs shredding in your chest. You’ve never moved this fast, you’ve never run this hard for this long. Your body is TV static—hissing, popping, distant—and, insanely, the urge to cry drills into your eye sockets.
You’re going to die. You’re going to die. You’re going to fucking die, stupidly and dumbly and pointlessly, because you wanted to pay your boyfriend a stupid sum of fucking money, for a stupid fucking knife that he bought you on a stupid fucking joke.
Two meters from the second worst decision of your life, the monster snaps out, rough hand between your shoulder blades, crashing you into the goddamned dirt. Your eyebrow splits on a tree root, your eyes roll in the back of your head, your hand stays manically tight on the blade, slicing your other arm.
“Schaaaatzi,” the miserable fucking thing hisses, pressing that same hand between your shoulder blades, pinning you into the freezing dirt.
Oh, god, no, it has König’s voice. It’s—it’s not him, but it has his voice, thin and washed out as low-hung fog, but you would know that voice. In hell, in high water, in the dirt with a massive, bark-rough hand grinding your skin raw through your coat—you - know - his - voice.
Furiously, you slash the blade over your head, behind your back, screaming and digging your feet in the dirt. For a brief second, as you hack at the wood of the monster’s hand and wrist, you’re even able to push yourself off the ground by mere inches. The beast growls and shoves you back down twice as hard, knocking the wind out of you, spasming your hand open. The knife drops, and you begin to blindly try digging and dragging yourself away.
“Stop…hurting…me,” the beast lows, still in your boyfriend’s voice, and you imagine a bathtub full of gnawed bones, a living room with scattered body parts, your kitchen smeared with blood like cave wall art, and you start to scream as loud as your lungs will allow, your mask filling with dirt in your horrendous and futile bid to escape. Bloody murder bellows, filled with rage, wanting to kill and consume and conflagrate.
If König is dead, you will take your pound of flesh. You will either die fighting, or win, and you will hack apart this freak-fuck’s corpse to burn in your woodstove to warm your home. You’ll mount its fucking skull on your front door, so anything else in these woods will know you won’t hesitate to make trophies of them either.
Bone, warm to the touch, presses against the back of your head. When it breathes, the air is as hot as exhaust, almost scalding your back. “Schatzi,” it bids you slowly once again.
“I’LL KILL YOU!” it rips your throat raw to shriek it, reaching back and almost dislocating your arms to rip at anything you can. Your hands fall on the dressings attached to its horns, you tear off a vertebra, and a gold wedding band, and a bracelet of rave kandi in plastic beads. “IF YOU HURT HIM, I’LL YOU FUCKING KILL YOU!”
The head presses harder, driving your face into the dirt. There is something desperate in the pressure. It spits all at once, grating and wide in a voice you know better than your own, “You pissed off a fucking witch, because you ran out of riddles to tell her, when she was ransoming you to your arshloch grandmother. She never paid. That’s why you were cursed—no one gave a fuck. But I gave her my face for you, to stop it halfway, better than fucking nothing.”
Your rage freezes immediately, your chest heaving under the weight it presses down on you.
No one knows that. Only König. He’s the only person who would know about his lonely and quiet climb up to the Scottish highlands. Besides you, and the witch, König is the only one who would know why his human face was distorted, malformed, made animalistic.
“Lee?” you pant, unleashing part of his first name, the only one he ever tolerates. And, fuck, instantly the pressure pulls away, the skull rubbing against your back to soothe it.
“It’s me, Schatzi,” the slow voice promises, nuzzling you. There’s rustling above you that you don’t dare turn to see. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
A tinkling piece of jewelry lowers in front of your eyes, and you can see that it dangles from an enormous, ligneous finger. You’re being shown a sterling silver charm bracelet. You’re being shown your bracelet, the one you thought you had lost months ago.
Your hand shoots out, wrapping around the finger, the peeling bark shearing off under your grip. You find instantly that you can pull yourself up on your hip, sitting, caged and protected under the beast’s massive body—under König’s massive body.
He shifts back onto his digitagrade haunches, holding himself over you, still offering your bracelet. He shudders at your touch on his hand, and you imagine that he may’ve never been handled with kindness in this shape. Which makes a certain amount of sense. Because he fucking kills and eats people.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you snap, staring dead into the hollow sockets of his eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, turning his head. “Why—you have me so fucked up—what have you been thinking—?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, do you have to—”
“Yes, I have to, fucker.” It’s impossible to wrap your head around the magnitude of what a simple secret and a silver bracelet has done to your understanding of the world. A complete unraveling—upheaval, utterly.
You take the bracelet from his finger, on which it fits like a ring, and push it into your wrist, sitting up on your knees and grabbing him by the underside of his jaw. Though it puts you in his blind spot, staring dead center at the sinus dimples between his eyes, it feels like you have a mote of power over him.
(If he were asked, he would say the power you hold over him could corrupt, absolutely. He would badly like you to ask someday.)
“Why are you—what are you? Have you always been like this? Or was this new, with the fucking witch? Are—Jesus Christ—why are—the monster isn’t supposed to come into town, why are you in TOWN?” you run off at the mouth, words stalling and crashing and fusing together as your thoughts overwhelm just how quickly you can speak.
And up from that impossibly deep throat–simultaneously from the center of your brain, and from all around you all at once–crawls König’s pitchy hyena-laugh, edged, always, with cruelty. He butts the jagged end of his nasal cavities into your stomach, catching on the threads of your sweater.
“Leshy, Schatzi, say it for me.”
Your hands pull his jaw closer, digging the bone into your stomach, wondering if he can feel the pressure of your deep breathing. Oh, fuck, you could crack. This is your König. You start to wonder how many of his perverse buttons you can hit, the part of you that felt shame for your attraction to what the world discarded as ‘ugly’ long ago removed from your emotional bank.
“Leshy,” you say, really leaning into the word, saying it deep in your chest. One of your hands travels the long length to the hinge of his jaw, gripping tight, directing his head to turn so you can meet one of his empty eyes. “Answer my fucking questions.”
The laugh doesn’t come this time. In its place is a near-violent whole-body shudder that wracks through you.
“Old! Alwaaays been this way,” and even in the strange disconnect of his voice from his physical form, you can tell his arousal is eating away at him in big bites–clipping his speech, broiling his brain with body heat, “can’t remember ever being young, haa-haa. And why do you think I’m hunting in town?”
Another trap, a stupid pop quiz, wanting to test your knowledge of him, or a gotcha! to check your observations and what you had missed.
Your hands get tighter, and you pull his jaw open, marveling at the sharp grooves ground into his teeth, like nightmarish, ivory rook pieces, tall and straight in the dry sockets. His chest begins to heave, his breath fogging into steaming clouds over your hands, and, remarkably, it smells like nothing at all apart from pin needles and snow.
You’d thought you’d smell decaying flesh or rotten blood. The only blood you can smell comes from your own busted brow and sliced arm, crusting black on your skin and in the fabric of your sweater as it coagulates.
“If I was working on a hunter’s instincts, I would say that Schladming has become too good at keeping people out of the forests. Even during daylight hours. It cuts down on prey,” you say, ice cold and clean as a slit throat. Your eyes flick back up to the socket, surrounded by the feeling that those glass-blue eyes of his humanoid form are drilling into you. He’s waiting for you to hit the hook. “But I’m working on your logic.”
“Oh, yeeaah,” he drawls, his hips shifting, and you feel as if he would bite his lips in anticipation now, if he could.
“Oh, yeeaah,” you echo him, “the logic of a fucking crazy asshole.” He feels like a huge grin, hands on his muscular, bunched, and flexing thighs. That detail is not lost on you. “You’re hunting in town because you’re pissed off. You reached a limit, and you got tired of sitting on your fucking reaction.”
You swear to god he moans a little. Just softly. It could be a breath, but you know him too well to dismiss it out of hand.
“That’s good, Schatzi. I like that. I like that you figured that out,” he says, definitely panting in rhythm now, his fogging breath giving away the rhythm secondary. “People are looking at you too much. I don’t fucking like it when they look at you too much.”
That’s a sudden thought that had not occurred to you, and you lash yourself silently because it hadn’t. König has always been possessive of you. Jealous. Protective. And he held grudges in ways that could spark blood feuds and successive generations of death.
Like a curse.
It’s a testament to how fucking cracked and perfectly matched the two of you are that you start laughing, stroking his orbital bones in big, pleased pats, kissing the bridge of his nose.
“Schatzi, please,” he groans, pressing into you insistently. “Promise you won’t tell. Promise me.”
“Why the fuck would I tell?” you laugh, losing track of your faculties, your very sense. What does it matter? What does it all even mean? You’ve found a man that loves you so deeply and truly and twistedly that he slaughters those who desire or deign you. You’ve found, and fallen in love with a man that would sell his face to save as much of yours as he could. “Who the fuck would I tell?”
The slope of his shoulders relaxes, and he moves closer to you, once again shielding you with the massive bulk of his body, warming you in the cold air. Tucked under his chin, you can study the soft suede-like material of his body, how the bark covering his arms gives way to a ruff of dense, double-layered fur around his shoulders and his long, muscular neck.
The rest of the muscle on him is horrendously hard, flexed like steel cabling under a layer of fat. There is something about this body that reminds you of the shape of the human one so well–long legs, a nipped waist, and flat hips built to strut and rock, all of it buttressing a broad set of shoulders.
You press your face into the ruff, pushing your fingers into it. Dear god, your hand goes deeper and deeper, and it just never seems to stop. His scent is–it’s almost familiar. He’s in there, somewhere–his musk, the metallic tang of blood seemingly sunken into his skin–but there’s so much more to it. Green, and earthy, almost like soil and moss.
A sound comes from his body, like a house settling. A deep, broad creak. The trophies on his horns rattle together, clinking like dull wind chimes. “More,” he says simply, leaving you to figure it out. Simple enough.
Your hand drops from the ruff, tracing over his convex chest, down to his stomach. Another shudder, and he pulls those big arms around your entire body, a fuller, more protective hug than you’ve ever felt.
“Schatzi–would you let me…” he breathes, a heaving sigh.
Another laugh cracks out of you, hysterical, constricted by your mask. Why not? Why shouldn’t you? You’ve always been a woman that loves monsters. You, yourself, are one. You can’t find a reason to halt your hands, nor your body, nor his desire.
In an odd show of tip-to-tail, you push the mask off your face, and kick off your boots, going for your zipper. “Yeah. Yeah, honey, come on. Show me,” you urge him, pawing at his massive waist as you struggle out of your jeans.
He groans and this obscene trill escapes his body–a low, rattling moan that travels miles through every cell of your body, his legs spreading wider. You laugh in delight and mania, watching rapt as his cock slides out of a sheath you hadn’t even caught sight of, his monstrous body a foreign land you hadn’t traveled yet, but, fuck, do you want to learn the lands well enough to call them home.
It’s heavy in your hands, a little slick, and, childishly, you almost giggle (holy shit, that is a sound that has never left your mouth in your living memory, and yet, here you are). It’s hot, hotter than you expected, and a vulnerable shade of pale, like a plant slip. Oh, and it’s elegant, almost spiraling. He huffs as you stroke the length of it, pushing your fingertips into his sheath at the base.
“I don’t think this is gonna fit,” you warn him, and it somehow feels as if you’re challenging yourself with the statement.
He takes it as a challenge for himself, though, and an aspiration to hold for you, “You are going to take all of it. I’m going to make sure.”
His massive hand comes to the back of your waist, finding your fulcrum without needing to search, pulling you off your knees to hold to beneath him. “You naked yet, or still fucking around?” he asks, breathing heavily, and you shove your jeans off the rest of the way.
“You’re being a little bitch,” you snipe, a dumb swipe at reclaiming dignity after you realize you’re so wet that it slicks your thighs, having darkened the crotch of your freshly abandoned jeans pathetically.
He throws another coarse laugh, haa-haa, shifting his massive body long, pulling you into place.
It’s on you, then, to figure out the logistics. Somehow, it just works, even through layers of physical translation. Under your hands, he reads König, loud and clear.
There’s a brief, flighty moment of terror as you rub the head of his cock between the lips of your cunt, rolling your hips to stimulate your clit against it. It is just fucking enormous, almost half again the size of his human cock. But then you grit your teeth, tipping your weight back so your shoulders rest against the dirt, bleak and unyielding ruthlessness seizing your mind.
You do not back down, you have never done it once in your life, and tonight is no different.
His head lifts, bottom jaw dropping, and he bays as you push yourself down on his length. The sound crashes into you, rocking your entire body, and the stretch burns, but you buckle down. What are the people in the houses just at the edge of suburbia thinking? Has the fucking abberation that has been slowly killing its way through their number taken to a different form of punishment? Has someone unlucky fallen to its new tastes?
It cuts your mouth into a horrid grin. If they only knew that you were no victim at all, if only they had an inkling of the fact that you are a victor. That you are the hand holding this nightmare’s collar, and he attacks for the sake of you.
Inch by inch, a slow journey, he fills you, pressing completely against your walls, body shaking with the effort it takes not to thrust fully into you. Oh, what destruction that would result in, what a wreckage that would make of your body, what lengths he would go to not ruin you in such a fashion.
“Fuck–fuck–Liebes,” he mutters, just for you, the moment he is as deep in you as he can go, most of his length still outside of what your body can handle, pleading, “I can’t–I. I have to move. Please, meine Liebes.”
“Go. Go-go-go,” you answer back, almost frantic, too full and occupied, needing motion or you might split apart into atoms. The way he answers is instant, undeniable, desperate, rocking into you as if testing waters, going faster as if he finds them warm and welcoming.
You lose yourselves to it, and your eyes threaten to roll back into your head, gripping onto the elbow of the arm suspending you, blood rushing to your head in an ache from the way you hang off him, forcing you lightheaded. Sap-like blood from where you’d hacked at him in rage drips down your arm, your waist, clinging to your skin in a way that feels permanent.
He tenses all around you, panting, clouds of steam fogging the air over your head from his pants. Words escape him, leaving nothing but animalistic grunts, the grinding of his dry, exposed teeth as your desperate pussy sucks him deeper and tighter.
You’d taught him as a human to find your g-spot, to destroy your brain with a steady climb, and he doesn’t even need to search now, every movement pressing every inch of his cock into it, and unrelenting onslaught that makes you shake and nearly drool, being fucked like a sacrifice.
König raps his other fist above your head and pulls out without warning, shaking his head and breathing roughly.
You imagine brutally grabbing him by the scruff and biting his ear–what kind of punishment would that even be, no worse than a bug bite to him, more likely than anything else–for the loss of his cock. Mostly just an impulsive fantasy, too barbaric and stupid to actually act upon, but you were thoroughly enjoying yourself, and it feels like hell to be split open against him with nothing inside you.
Breathless–and naked, sweating, and trembling in the woods–you start to sit up on your elbows, cunt throbbing. "What is it? Are you okay?" you ask, your love for him–your fear for him–overwhelming even your damnation-worthy starvation.
König, massive and so dark he's almost indistinguishable from the night apart from his skull, shakes his head again and puts up a clawed hand. Fine, the gesture says, and you’re realizing he’s beyond words now, but trying his best to communicate. Then he curls it into a loose fist and pantomimes masturbating and finishing.
"Christ!" But you’re laughing, tugging at a tuft of fur on his chest, spun out in your giddiness. It’s still him, you’ve already known, but to see it. To find him through this–this utterly new reality. "They teach you that signal in the forces?"
In his hollow sockets, twisting his body to watch you closely, he looks pleased with himself, ducking forward, bracing on his free hand to one side of your head as he nuzzles into your neck and breathes deeply.
He huffs, rough fingers running over your back, claws trailing the parts of your spine he can reach as he holds you, before he taps the side of your thigh with his other hand. At your eye level, he turns his finger in a slow loop. Roll over, maybe? It's worth a shot.
"Okay. Alright," you sigh, relieved. When you try to roll in his palm, he shakes his head and sets you down, pressing down against your body, pushing his arm under your ribs. With his other hand, he gestures a flat line on the ground. You ask, "On my stomach?"
Two knocks against the ground next to your head. Yes.
You stretch out flat over the frost-crisp grass, too hot to even register the chill against your bare skin, and König lowers with you, sliding the arm under you down to your diaphragm. With his knuckles, he taps your outer-thighs until they're drawn back together, and your breathing hitches when you understand what he intends.
With his legs on the outside of yours, he uses his free hand to run his cock up the length of your seam to tease your pussy, but he takes his sweet time with it. Impatient, you slide onto your knees with near-perfect timing, driving your entrance against his head, snarling with indignation when he bows away. "Fucker!"
He rumbles something almost humanoid, between a laugh and a gruff, trilling ‘rrrr’ you recognize as cousin to a sharp, challenging hum he makes when faced with an idiot comment in his human shape.
"Stop teasing me. I can't stand it," you try instead, turning to give him big eyes over your shoulder because you know that it works well on him.
He bends down and barely-barely nips the top of your ear, a startling move that leaves you perfectly inflamed all over again again. Greedy brat, it says to you, so pleased in the fact he is so desperately wanted.
The feeling of him inside you is extraordinary. He lubricates in this state, but you hardly need it with the nearly absurd way you’re wet, slick down your thighs. You wonder if your cunt is glimmering under the dim moon and streetlamps, because he'd said that to you once. Heilige sheiße, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen, could just stare at how wet you get for me forever, he'd laughed during one delirious, marathon session of staying sunken between your legs.
He begins to rock his hips, growling quietly and pleased at the wet sounds of your of cunt squelching around him–another sound he enjoys, a marker of pride, how wet can I make my girl get–settling onto his forearm and pressing a little weight against your back.
He rests his head across your shoulders, burying his snout in your hair, breathing in hard-bought bursts of restraint.
"Yes, honey," you almost seethe, loosening your body, giving up a little of your own iron will to become just a little lost in the feeling of him. You relax your walls in a bid to take more of him, breathing tight, voice pitching up into a plea, "Yes, baby, that's perfect. That's so perfect, keep going. Just like that."
He rocks a little faster, thrusts a little deeper, breathes a little harder. The hand around your waist shifts up to your breast, but isn't dexterous enough to do more than give it an encompassing squeeze.
With your thighs pressed together, you feel as if your body can't stretch properly to take as much of him as you want (and you want all of him, every burning hot inch, fucking him so well that he cannot disappear into one of his miseries where he will not let you follow, because they all live in his head).
He ratchets back his speed, tries a new motion with his hips. He rolls instead of thrusting, a more fluid movement, brushing your insides in new ways that leave your swollen clit screaming for attention and your eyes watering. You breathe in ragged pants, fingers digging into the turf over your head, trying not to rip it with the force of your grip by the fistful.
You might cum. You might cum. You want to cum, and you might, and he's so much deeper now, panting hot as fire against your shoulders. You can feel the muscles in his abdomen clench and dance, his horns cutting the air in swipes of agitation above you, and he is so much this way. König: bigger, sometimes bloodier, but always so, so amplified.
"Honey, honey, honey," you whine in a chant under your breath, trying to ground yourself, trying to encourage him. You squeeze your thighs together for the extra stimulation, but you know you’re going to orgasm from him alone, no extra assistance needed. You’re just greedy, you just want it all, but you want him the worst.
When he pulls out this time, you snarl loud and gnash your teeth, digging your dirt-packed nails into his unyielding skin. You were full to the brim and on the wire-edge of climax, and he is so suddenly fucking gone it's almost as abrupt as violence.
"KÖNIG!" you shout, his callsign cutting from between your teeth like the desire to slit a throat, shattering the quiet around you both, reeling to find him with your burning eyes.
He collapses onto his side, cock jumping and leaking, and he whines deep in his throat, pulling at you with the flat of his hand. Your thigh, then his hip, your chest, then his–more hand signals, a story-told like a man with a sucking chest wound needing saving. He snakes his arm under you again, whining growing deeper, and you understand.
You roll, throwing your thigh over his hip, tucking tight against his chest. You give yourself one second of feeling cool air against your overheated pussy before you take him in hand and direct him home, and his deep, slick slide into you knocks the air out of your lungs like a punch to the solar plexus.
You’re only seconds away, and he can't be much farther, driving his head under yours to give you something to rest on that isn't the ground.
You don't utilize his offering, craning your neck as if you'll somehow get a glimpse of your connection from this angle–flat against him from belly to breast, resting your cheek and forehead against his heaving chest. His whine turns into a series of small, strangled howls and gasps as your voice crawls from whimpering to keening.
You’ve known you were going to cum, but you’re still somehow surprised with yourself at how quickly it's raced up, and how overwhelming it feels like it's going to be. You feel like you’re going insane.
His other arm wraps your ribs, too, squeezing you to him like you’re the only thing in the world worth keeping close, and damn him for it. You don't know why, but damn him.
"Cum, baby, cum," you instruct, gasping when you aren't clenching your teeth. You curl close to him, as close as your body will allow, spreading your legs as wide as you can. You drive back down into his thrusts, giving as much of yourself as you can, taking as much of him as you’re able.
You want it all–everything–every little bit of blood and bone that's built him into a home he offers only to you. "Cum in me. I'm ready, I want you to cum," you demand, finding it truer than true, finding yourself right on the razor-edge.
The command is all it takes. Three hard thrusts, and he's buried in you to the base, punching the wind out of your lungs, and filling you to the point of what feels like impossibility with his spend. It forces you to finish as well, lighting you up like a lightning storm, swallowing him deeper as you cum and cum like you'll never be able to stop, soaking the both of you.
You gasp a raw-throated howl, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, and you praise him as his cock kicks and kicks, emptying everything he's got to give into you.
A pressure builds inside you, beginning nearly unpleasant, until something just gives and his knot anchoring him to you feels right.
It feels special and dazzlingly intimate, and you’re boggled, again, with the knowledge you’re the only person in the world that he's ever shown himself to this way. It’s just a thing you know in your marrow, an immutable truth, like the sun setting in the west, or the cruelty of witches without their wants.
You wind down, sweating and panting and filthy in each other's arms, and you rock against him, holding him inside, clenching around him what little you can. You feel so wonderfully safe, so immaculately powerful, so stupidly, crazily, fantastically in love.
When your combined breathing evens, and the knot between you retreats, you groan when König shifts back into his human form, but only for the resituating you both have to endure.
The body against yours is familiar again, and you’re dreadfully sleepy, though you want to clean yourself and eat. You crave something raw, something bloody. You hunger the way an animal hungers after a hard fuck. His spend drips out of you now that his cock's returned to normal, and it forms a trail of cooling wet down the crease where your thigh meets your ass.
You feel lovely.
König laughs, rough and spent, tucking hair out of your face and kissing your closed eyelids. "Holy fucking shit, Schatzi," he marvels, looking at you like you are the only god that has ever mattered.
Your smile cuts sharp, and your fingers find his pulse point, tracing it thoughtfully. “You hungry? I bet you're fucking starved,” is all you say in return, eyes trailing the way his hand finds the charm bracelet newly returned to your wrist, touching it like a token.
It’s late and dark when you both manage to stumble your way back to your rental. He stays close, needy and soft, his hand on your hip, tugging you into his body when he can, careful of not knocking into the big, silver knife you’d placed back in the scabbard on your belt.
The hood is back on his head, rolled up to his nose, and his split mouth kisses against your neck and behind your ear, his eyes closed like he endures a waking dream. You, in your own filthied mask again, allow it, craning your neck to give him more room, anchoring him with an arm around his waist in return.
It is late now, and the neighborhood is silent. Again, you wonder what the quiet lives inside must be thinking–whether they think the crimes have increased into a new field of brutality, if they are fearing and wondering what body parts they will find at the treeline come dawn.
You know they will not leave the safety of their homes to investigate. They would be stupid to do something like that.
“That shower is going to feel so goddamned good,” you mutter, unlocking your door, and he nods against your skin.
“Oh, yeeaah,” he says, and the familiarity of the phrase makes you hum a laugh, shutting your eyes as you push through the threshold. "Get that blood off your skin before it stains. Your poor face, your poor arm. Poor Schatzi."
He splits off from you with a facsimile of a kiss–your masks pressing together at the mouth–and he pinches your ass before he takes off to the kitchen, his stomach growling, not even bothering to take off his boots.
You, however, kick off your shoes, and pull together clean clothes, heading toward the bathroom in the hall, the one with the big shower, in case he decides to join you.
Sleepy and content, you listen to his boots move heavily over the kitchen tile, the sound of the fridge door hissing snickt as he pulls it open, and shoves things around in his search for food. You nearly sway up to the closed door–why is it closed, you barely manage to wonder–your eyelids lead-weighted.
It takes only one thing to make them snap open wide, your back going ramrod straight. A dark smear, curling around the knob, around the edge of the door where it seams to the jamb.
Cold grips your lungs, sending your heart galloping painfully in the cage of your ribs, wondering if it really is copper you smell, or if it is a trick of your mind. The hall is too dark to tell if the swipe on the white door is red or black–if it is blood, if it is König’s or yours.
There is a presence at your back, and enormous hands on the door on either side of your head, so fast you cannot tell if you were even able to blink before you saw his wide, scarred, and knuckle-broken limbs spreading wide across the wood.
Your hand finds the grip of the knife, looking at the brutal gouges you had hacked into his forearm earlier in the night, and you are thinking faster and harder than you ever have in your life, realizing in a terrible microsecond that you will have to make a decision–that you will have to choose what reality you are willing to live with, or that you are simply mistaken.
Either way, you are moments from learning.
“Something wrong, Schatzi?” your boyfriend’s familiar voice asks, low and raspy, hot against the nape of your neck.
The laugh in his tone is cruel, and you can’t tell whether it belongs to König, or something pretending to be him.
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Experience (S.R.)
Summary: Spencer wants to make sure Reader’s first time is perfect.
Request: Same as Part One (Inexperienced)
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+)
Content Warning: Kissing, make out, loss of virginity, penetrative sex
Word Count: 3k
MASTERLIST
I’d always imagined that it would be difficult to date a profiler, even as a person who hated to lie. There were still some secrets I’d rather keep to myself.
Then again, I’d also thought I would hate dating anyone but a profiler, because, as a profiler myself, I would catch them in every lie. I would know their every secret.
After a few months of dating Spencer Reid, I’d realized the flaw in my logic. I had never considered the reality that the person I chose would never feel the need to lie to me.
When Spencer told me I was beautiful, he never had to lie. When he said he was happy, the truth of it was written all over his face. I felt each hint of excitement and insecurity through the way his hands shook when he touched me in a way he never had before.
It had been both a shock and a relief when he told me that he’d only slept with a couple women before me, and only once with each woman. From his perspective, he was nearly as innocent as I had been. In a strange way, it was comforting.
But the day he shared that information with me had also been the day I caught him in his first lie by omission.
“I appreciate you so much,” I’d said.
“I like you, too,” he’d answered, but he’d actually wanted to say, “I love you.”
(I‘d forgiven him for the half-truth when he’d proceeded to confess within the hour.)
Overall, dating Spencer had been effortless. If there was one negative thing I had discovered, it was that he made it basically impossible for me to catch up on recent movie releases.
Because every time around the thirty minute mark, without fail, Spencer’s hands would begin to roam. They would sneak under whatever fabric would accommodate him.
Of course, I say it’s a negative, but I didn’t really mind. I’d sacrifice a million poorly written scripts for him any day.
Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to tease him about it, though.
“Are you even watching the movie?” I asked.
Spencer hummed against my neck. Without answering, he gave another long kiss against the sensitive skin before he’d decided that the couch was better suited for horizontal activities. He helped guide me to lay on the couch beneath him; the both of us abandoning the movie screen for something far more enticing.
Again, he kissed me. This time just a chaste peck on the lips. I’d decided it wasn’t enough, however, so I pulled him back for the type of kiss that left lingering tingles from the loss of pressure when it ended.
“I take that as a no?” I giggled.
“You’re way more interesting,” he slurred.
I ran my hands through his mussed, mousy brown hair and pushed the few strands away until I had an unobstructed view. His pupils had grown so much in the dim light of the living room that I could hardly see a halo of amber honey irises.
I released a soft sigh at the sight because I knew it wouldn’t last nearly long enough. I had been right, too, because it didn’t take Spencer long to push against my hands and capture my lips with his once more.
I wasn’t going to complain. Especially not when he used his knee to push my legs apart. He replaced the empty space with thigh, which he politely offered to me for a more exciting seat than the couch beneath us.
My back arched on instinct as I ground down against the strong muscles. A gentle mewl escaped from between our lips. The sound only encouraged him more, and Spencer became even more insistent in his adoration. His hands held me closer, and I was happily crushed within his embrace.
“You’re so soft and so warm,” he groaned.
He hadn’t been wrong. It felt like every inch of me was on fire and I was helpless to stymy the embers. It was so hard to find my thoughts among the haze of lust, but I managed somehow.
“Do you want me to use my mouth again?” I offered with a giggle.
I watched the memories replay through his mind. Then, for the first time since our educational experimentation had begun, Spencer seemed almost disappointed in the prospect of being worshipped by me.
Instead of accepting, his wandering hand came to a stop at my hips. He slowed my movements until there was nothing but the sound of hot, heavy breath.
With the back of his free hand, he brushed his knuckles over my cheek. His eyes burned into mine, igniting an even deeper fire than I felt in my chest and between my legs.
“I want…” he whispered, his voice wavering so badly he had to try again. I could sense the restraint in his shaking hands and hard swallow.
But then he said it.
“I want to take you to bed.”
My heart stopped in my chest—not for too long, though—it had to find him again. It forced me to pull him closer, to share in the metaphorical and literal warmth of his embrace. I felt the lithe but strong musculature of him hold me as tightly as he could without hurting.
I looked into those darkened eyes and saw a soul overflowing with love. I saw myself in the oceans of his lust. I felt it, the soft rocking of our bodies that had begun moving again.
I wondered when it had stopped being scary. Because it wasn’t. Not anymore.
“Take me,” I whispered under my breath.
Spencer had prepared to accept rejection. So much so that he seemed genuinely shocked at the softly spoken words.
“Wait, really?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but giggle at the way his voice cracked.
“Really,” I promised.
The poor man practically tumbled to the ground in his haste to move from the couch. With absolutely no grace and an almost juvenile amount of excitement, he jumped up and helped pull me from my still horizontal position on the couch.
I could hear myself laughing. My chest was somehow both completely devoid of air and also full of it. The joy pouring out of us felt never ending. Even when we found each other again, I’d chosen his lips over breathing.
We disrobed each other with an equal amount of laughter and just as little grace. His hands didn’t feel foreign on my bare skin; he had held me fervently several times since the first movie night. But they still felt exciting.
There was a renewed vigor in the way he loved me. Not that anything had been missing before. It was just different. It was a comfortable chaos.
When we were finally bared before each other, however, the frenzy subsided. We stood together, with our hands interlocked despite so many other places we could hold one another. Spencer tried to keep his eyes on mine, but he must’ve found other sight too inviting. His eyes flickered over my naked body like a page from his favorite novel.
Part of me felt like we could spend an eternity there, basking in the vulnerability and trust we offered one another. But the rest of me was far too excited by the prospect of finally learning what all the fuss was about.
It was my decision to pull him forward, but it was his decision to kiss me. Somehow, despite his insistence to pay full attention to my lips, I managed to maneuver him onto the bed.
At first, I climbed on top of him. I perched myself on his lap like it was the most natural thing. I settled my hips so that his erection rested against my stomach.
Spencer took a moment to enjoy the sight of his girlfriend feeling at home with him. His eyes, still swallowed by the abyss of blown pupils, seemed to shine brighter. His fingers barely touched me. The tips dragged along my thighs like any pressure might cause me to shatter.
It felt that way, too. My heart was so full that each beat knocked the breath from my lungs.
I placed a gentle hand on the silken skin of him. I pressed him against my stomach and tried to imagine, one last time before I knew for sure, what it would be like to welcome him inside of myself in a physical way.
Spencer whimpered at the contact. His hands that had been gentle turned needy. He pawed at my thighs and dug blunt nails into the malleable skin. He didn’t stop me, though. He waited patiently until my palm slid over the tip. Once my hands were free, even just for a second, he grabbed hold of me and tossed me beside him on the bed.
The sudden movement made my lungs empty with laughter. Spencer joined in, rolling onto his side and mounting me before the momentum was lost.
He paused again. His eyes continued to scan heated skin between us. I realized that he was having his own moment, his own treasured memory of anticipation before the first had come and gone.
Things wouldn’t be the same, but he assured me they wouldn’t be different. He had told me early and often that he loved me. He had never given me any reason to doubt the veracity of the statement.
I’d gotten better at knowing when he was lying ever since I’d seen him naked.
So when he finally spoke, I knew that it was the truth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered with a roughness of a dried throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as his hips lowered enough that he could once again feel the heat radiating between my legs.
“I want you so badly,” he whined.
His arms were shaking with restraint. Even when he pressed his length against me, his movements were unbearably slow. He slid himself back and forth through the wetness dripping from my folds.
I could hardly breathe. The tension from the waiting felt the same as the few seconds before the euphoria.
The next time that he pulled away, I issued my own beg.
“Take me, Spencer.”
His resolve stumbled. He rutted harder against me, but managed to maintain my purity for a few seconds longer.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “it sounds so good when you say that.”
I forced my eyes to stay even half-open as the torturous teasing continued. I looked up at Spencer and gently brought him back to me. His eyes were equally strained, glossy and fogged by the lust we shared.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
“I just…” he started just to stop.
He swallowed again. That time, he swallowed whatever lie he had concocted that he thought might sound more appealing to me than the truth.
But ultimately, he knew that I would have never accepted a lie. So, he told me the truth.
“I want it to be perfect.”
I fought the urge to laugh because I knew he wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t realize that I was laughing because it was absurd to think that he could ever be wrong.
I’d imagined this moment a million times over and he was the only thing that had never changed.
Instead of laughing, I kissed him through a smile. Each time he pulled away to gasp for air, I kissed him again. I continued until he seemed drunk from it all. I ran my hands through thick brown curls and didn’t stop the giggle this time.
“It’s already perfect,” I explained, “because it’s with you.”
Spencer laughed. His eyes seemed clearer as tears gathered in the corners.
“Don’t be nervous,” I assured him.
“I can’t help it!” he squeaked, “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and now you’re letting me touch you, and I am just—!”
Before he could wind himself up anymore, I kissed him again. He kept trying to speak his insecurities to life but I dismissed them each with a quick kiss to impossibly soft lips.
“You are perfect,” I sighed. “That’s what you are.”
And for once, my boyfriend was willing to accept the praise. He reveled in the pride and safety that he found in his lover’s arms. I felt it, too. Any fear or hesitation that remained dissipated when he kissed me one more time.
Then, I knew that it was time. Taking one of his hands in mine, I guided both between us until we reached the slick, lily-soft skin. Our breaths hitched in tandem as we prepared for the bliss of togetherness.
“Let’s do it together,” I whispered as I abandoned his hand to grab hold of his dick. It felt warm and firm and more than I could ever ask for.
Heat blossomed throughout my stomach like butterflies. My lungs and heart pumped harder when his hand wrapped around mine.
Together, we positioned the head against dripping folds. Spencer pressed forward, filling the emptiness of me with himself. Inch by inch, he coaxed tight, resistant muscles into a new kind of tension. My body clung to him the same way sweat beaded on my skin. Each second that passed, I became more and more aware of how empty my life had been without him.
When I finally felt the base of him rest against my inner thighs, I let out a shaky breath. I breathed in again, reinvigorated. New, but still innocent to the full force of his passion.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.
“I love you, too,” I answered. I’d hardly even recognized my voice.
The dreamy, otherworldly quality of it had been honest. Just as I’d started to transcend the ninth cloud, Spencer began pulling out of me just as slowly as he’d entered. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the heat of him dragging against sensitive muscles.
Then, when I’d least expected it, Spencer thrust forward. With one swift motion, he forced himself to the hilt inside of me.
“Ah!” I yelped.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, not understanding that it had been caused by the furthest thing from pain.
“No, no, it feels so, so good,” I said between heavy breaths. Unable to express exactly how it felt, I explained, “You feel so good.”
“You have no idea how good I feel right now,” he chuckled back.
The joke, however silly, served as another reminder to my body that I was safe there. Even when Spencer started to thrust into me with less restraint, my body started to relax and allow him to take what he wanted.
My thighs rippled from the contact. My whole body writhed underneath him, rocking in tandem with his movements. We were simultaneously together and off-rhythm, but it didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was the soft sounds of pleasure pouring from our mouths and between our legs.
“I love you so much,” he pleaded, “Thank you for loving me.”
“I love you so much, Spencer,” I returned because it was true.
Spencer’s movements faltered simultaneously. He stopped at the deepest point of me and gasped. He steadied himself, trying to not lose himself completely.
Despite wanting it to last longer, I also needed him to come closer. So, I kissed him even though I knew it couldn’t last nearly long enough at his pace.
Still, Spencer’s lips lingered on mine. Each time he drove into me, his lips would brush against mine enough to satisfy my longing.
Punctuating every thought with our bodies crashing together, he whispered sweet nothings in the air between us.
“Your body is the closest thing to sanctity,” he groaned, “you are the only evidence of cosmic creation I will ever need.”
My stomach started to tense with the power of his words. They worked their way into the most intimate part of me the same way our bodies melded together.
My eyes, barely open, stayed fixed on his in the darkness. He served as my light, the fire burning between my hip bones. I felt myself becoming consumed so quickly that it made me hold him harder, closer, longer.
Spencer’s soul reached into mine and my words flowed from his lips.
“Fate exists and it brought me here to you. I was made for this,” he said between heavy whimpers, “I was made for you.”
There were no words left to be said. Every nerve in my body was firing, every beautiful word I’d ever heard was battling its way to my tongue. Only the most meaningful managed to be made.
“Spencer…” I whined.
He heard the desperation in my voice and he knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered in earnest, “Take me. I’m yours.”
The sweet sound of my submission took him over the edge. Just as we’d started, we plummeted into the ecstasy together. With our bodies wound around one another and our hearts just as hopelessly enmeshed, we found our release. As my walls fluttered around him, I felt his heartbeat from inside of myself. Warmth unlike the rest filled where I was once empty.
When his body collapsed onto me, he still made sure that our lips met first. A chaste kiss devolved into a flurry of tongues and whimpers the way it always had.
It had been different, but it had been the same. Exactly as he’d promised.
Spencer eventually paused his worship to let his lungs catch up to our now gently beating hearts.
But he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Was it worth the wait?”
I laughed at his impatience and never ending desire to please. Relief washed over me when I realized that I hadn’t needed to lie.
“Yes,” I hummed before flashing a cheeky grin. “But I don’t think I want to wait that long for next time. Is that alright with you?”
And although it would take at least a few moments to fully enjoy each other to that extent, I still felt him twitch with excitement inside me.
Then, with a deeper, darker voice to foreshadow a future of exciting adventures, he rasped, “That sounds great.”
(And it was. It really, really was.)
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CHEERFUL OBLIVION - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER (CHAPTER FIVE)ㅤ ㅤ
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chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
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masterlist
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WARNINGS: torture, angst, violence, blood, mentions of death, fluff, angst with a happy ending. Death.
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Jules/Stolas is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.
My recommendation and personal request is that you listen to this song, it will lull you throughout the chapter (and the next one):
- Comes and Goes (in waves) - Greg Laswell
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Her gaze remained on that cup of steaming and hot coffee, so lost in her thoughts that she didn't know how much time passed. The scent reached her nose and made the demon sigh deeply.
Y/N looked down to see her watch, 4 am and they still had nothing.
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This one's for the lonely, the one's that seek and find.
Only to be let down, time after time.
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After Y/N and Jules left the Compound, they found a perfect hideaway on an old ranch for sale in Wyoming. The place was abandoned for many years, the owners wanted to sell the place since it was 'haunted'.
What they didn't know was that all those screams were thanks to a demon, who loved visiting the place at this time of year.
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Around that house in the forest there was nothing but trees and the black night that surrounded them.
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‘No, I don't know why you're not there. I give you my love, but you don't care. So what is right and what is wrong? Give me a sign.’
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It was possibly the twentieth time she heard that song in an hour; 'What is love?' from Haddaway.
The desperate screams from the room next did nothing but make her yawn.
The music was so loud that it could have possibly blown up the door like it was a cartoon.
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After a few minutes, the door opened, letting out an adorable brunette who approached with the cutest smile ever. However, the blood on her face and body and the sword in her hand did not seem to match it.
It looked like something out of a terrifying scene in Carrie.
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“Do you think he's ready to talk?” Y/N asked as she looked up, Jules nodded quickly. She seemed to be in a very good mood and was a bit creepy.
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“I think our big mouth is ready.” Jules said excitedly.
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“Let’s do this.” Taking a deep breath, Y/N stood up from her seat somewhat lazily.
As soon as she crossed the threshold, the red lamp that moved on the ceiling from side to side started to flicker.
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The place was full of blood, some stuff lying on the floor, broken glass, as well as a guy tied to a chair in the middle of the room. The song keeps playing, but Jules turns down the volume, so Y/N could talk.
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“Can you stop that damn thing?!” That man shouted tiredly.
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At first glance, he looked like a man in his forties, the dark hair was soaked in blood as were different parts of his body. He looked tired, but not enough to shut up.
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“What?” Jules pouted. “You don't like the song? It's my favorite! I love the 90’s!”
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“It was our best time.” Y/N nodded.
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“It’s the worst song ever!” He spat the blood aside.
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His eyes were not human, they were yellow and had huge, horizontal pupils like a toad's.
Sensing the desperation, Jules turned the volume up again, higher and higher.
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‘I want no other, no other lover. This is our life, our time .
If we are together, I need you forever.
What is love? Oh baby, don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! No more!’
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“Please, stop!” He begged one more time.
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“We're not going to stop, you low range scum!” But Y/N smiled widely, leaning down to cup his chin, she kinda enjoyed all this. After all, she was a demon. “Tell us what Abaddon will do! What is her next move?!”
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But even though Y/N could be intimidating, the demon just let out a laugh. His pearly white teeth were stained with blood.
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“Do you think I would betray Abaddon?” The demon kept laughing as blood began to run down the nose. “She would disintegrate me.”
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Silence reigned for a moment and then Jules laughed, so loud and so sincere that it made the demon look at her blankly.
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“Oh my- did... did you hear that?" The brunette said without even being able to breathe. She had definitely never heard anything so wrong or funnier.
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“Do you know what I can do to you? Do you know who I am?” Smiling at the demon's confused face, Y/N grabbed the man's jaw and squeezed it so hard with just one hand that the guy started screaming.
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“This is what I hate about low-ranking demons like you, stupid uncultured pawns.” Y/N hissed with enormous hatred and disgust, squeezing harder and harder. “I’m not a Knight… I’m not a Prince, like Stolas here. She’s even more important than you.”
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The irony and cruelty with which she said that showed that her demonic nature was still inside, of course she didn’t show it unless it was with beings as cruel as that one demon.
Something that Captain America would never accept.
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“I’m primordial.” Y/N said without further ado, summoning her sword which appeared in her hand. Tightening her grip, she rested the sharp point on the demon's cheek. “If Abaddon can hurt you, believe me, I will make you believe that Abaddon is heaven compared to what I will do to you.”
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A small cut on his neck made the demon open his eyes in fear, deeply in pain. It wasn't a superficial cut, but those blades caused death for beings like them.
An ex-angelic sword, which was no longer used for good, was not an ordinary sword.
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“Talk and I let you survive.” Y/N ordered once more, before cutting again, this time several sensitive areas.
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The demon began to scream desperately and without further hesitation, began to blurt out everything he had to say.
He spent a long time revealing everything Abaddon thought, believed and would do. So much so that Y/N thought that maybe he knew too much for a low-ranking demon, it was a bit suspicious.
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“She'll go get them tomorrow afternoon.” The toad demon whispered in defeat and pain, in front of those two demons who looked at him with distrust. Jules narrowed her eyes, waiting for Y/N's decision. “...When the sun is near the horizon, when it burns red as hell, she will ravage the place.”
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Nodding slowly, Y/N grabbed the sword again and approached him violently. Even though the demon pleaded for his life, the snake finally pierced his neck with strength.
His eyes flashed before he burned.
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She didn't need to know any more than that. “Seven days my ass, I knew that bitch wasn't going to wait that much.”
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“I need to let them know.” Y/N growled and left that room with some haste and confusion. Didn't expect the redhead to play such a dirty card like that, but if she did it, was because Abaddon no longer trusted Y/N’s word.
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“What’s our next move?” Jules whispered, afraid to ask.
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Sighing, Y/N placed hands on her hips, trying to think of thousands of possibilities at once. Something that would guarantee them a victory, but it was very difficult with everyone against them. Even minutes.
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“I need you to do something.” she finally said after a few minutes in silence, she had possibly chosen the worst decision of her life. Y/N grabbed a pencil and paper, doodling a sigil. “I need you to go to this place, write it down exactly as I tell you… and Jules? You’ll say exactly as I tell you. No more, no less.”
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Jules frowned and took the paper, confused by so much 'mystery' but when she saw the sigil her eyes widened. “Do you want me dead? They hate me more than they hate you.”
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Y/N approached her friend, placing her hands on the brunette's shoulders. “I promise you that nothing like what you think will happen. Nothing bad will happen if you say what I need you to say.”
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Jules whispered and looked at the doodles. “This means it's worse than I imagined.”
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“We need big cards, Stolas.” Y/N swallowed hard. Of course the worst would come soon. “I've been thinking about how to stop her, and each idea is one worse than another.”
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Jules didn't say anything, just nodded.
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While everyone was discussing and planning how to protect themselves from Abaddon's attack, once Wanda explained who the hell she was after seeing Y/N's memories, the sokovian decided to walk away and lock herself in her room, tired of listening to them fight and argue. She was fed up with those loud thoughts and fears.
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This one's for the torn down, the experts at the fall.
Come on friends, get up now, you're not alone at all.
The brunette remained silent, sitting on her bed. The tissues around her were quite snitchy.
Wanda was quiet as the tears fell, those red eyes and nose showing how tired she was of crying.
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How could fate be so cruel? To say it was fate and not the decisions of a handful of cruel demons playing with her life? Deciding who lives and who dies.
She squeezed her eyes shut as memories came to her in a flash.
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The knocking on the door made Wanda look up, waiting to see who dared to bother her.
The one who entered was none other than Natasha Romanoff, with a small friendly smile and guilt in those green eyes.
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“Can I come in?”
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“You already came in, right?” Wanda said with a small smile as she wiped the tears and threw the tissues into the trash can.
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The widow came over to sit next to Wanda. She understood very well the pain her friend was going through, the lies they fell into, losing the one you love most was unbearable.
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“Sorry, everything is… chaos.” Natasha hesitated whether to continue, she chose those words very poorly and scolded herself for it. “It is not our intention to make you feel worse. They want to protect you.”
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“I know.” Wanda sighed sadly.
Didn't want to cause any more problems than they already had. This was all her fault.
Natasha took a deep breath, grateful for the silence in that place. She was sick of listening to Steve and Tony fight like children. But something caught her attention quickly, something changed in the room.
The pictures of Y/N and Wanda that were lying in the trash can.
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“Haven't you heard from her?” The redhead dared to ask, turning to look at Wanda who tensed up at the mention of Y/N.
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“I don't even want to see her again.” The witch hissed angrily, falling victim to endless mixed feelings. She missed her, loved her, hated her, she was furious with her but also missed Y/N’s gaze. The way she held her hand, the way Y/N made her feel safe.
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“But you miss her.” Natasha whispered, placing a supportive hand on Wanda's shoulder. “I'm not judging you, it's not wrong to do so. After all, your feelings were real.”
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“And even though I hate it I could see that her feelings are real too. That's why I feel so angry.” Wanda turned to look at her friend, with those huge green eyes full of tears. Tears of helplessness and disappointment. “I feel so… stupid. So confused."
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Anguish threatened to close her throat, making her voice hoarser.
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“She knew me my whole life, knew everything that happened to me and yet didn't do anything.” Wanda finally allowed herself to let go, so painful that even Nat felt a little tear escape her eyes. “She let my parents die, Pietro died.”
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“And…” The sokovian breathed deeply, trying to stop herself from crying and trying to come to her senses, to be strong as she needed to. “And I hate myself for still loving her.”
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Of course those words were true, she loved Y/N. Couldn't let go of her feelings overnight, even if she wanted to, if Wanda could forget the demon, she would without hesitation.
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The one who didn't hesitate was Natasha, who hugged her friend and cradled her for a while. “I’m truly sorry, Wanda.”
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Natasha comforted the brunette as she vented. Letting the pain take over her was not a good option, and the widow was not going to allow anyone to Wanda her like they did to her in the Red Room.
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“I can't even process what I am, what I'm supposed to be.” Wanda whispered once she sat back down on the bed as Nat brought her a cup of tea. “The Scarlet Witch.”
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She looked down at the steaming cup of tea.
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“I must be something so evil... that I only cause disasters and pain to everyone I love.” Those words came from the depths of her heart, filled with so much pain.
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“No one can tell you who you are, Wanda. It doesn't matter 'what you're made for' or whether you're 'a perfect weapon', your decisions will always be yours. And you’re not evil.” Nat took her hand and sighed.
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She wasn't going to let her friend feel the way she felt for so long, not allowing herself to enjoy love and friendship. She was much more than all that pain.
Smiling at her sister, she squeezed Wanda’s hand and then hugged her tightly. Whatever was coming, they were all going to go through it together and win.
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“Friday, raise security to the maximum. Stay alert for any movement.” Tony walked through the workshop.
Next to the common area, the workshop was a section that provided controlled conditions in which scientific or technological research, experiments, and measurement may be performed.
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It was Tony's favorite place, after the kitchen, of course. He was one of the few who didn't live in the compound.
Stark carefully observed the result that Friday showed on the screen.
Suddenly the door opened, drawing his attention, especially seeing that it was Bruce who entered in a bit of a hurry.
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“Tony.” The doctor took off his glasses somewhat clumsily. “What do you need from me? If this is because of the big guy-”
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Frowning, Tony turned to look at him blankly. “What?”
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“You sent me a text, you told me to come urgently.” Bruce looked at him with the same confused face. Even looked for his phone to show him the text.
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“I didn't-” The man was going to continue but a new presence made them turn around, astonished.
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“It was me. Hi.” Y/N appeared in front of them and quickly raised her hands in surrender as she saw how Tony was immediately about to attack. It was going to be much worse if Bruce brought the big guy to the fight. “Easy, gentlemen, I'm not here to look for trouble...”
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“You would have thought about it before sneaking around us for so long.” Quickly, as Tony squeezed one of his rings, a rapid nanotech gauntlet formed on his arm ready to fire at the demon. It probably wouldn't hurt, maybe angering the demon, but he'll die trying.
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“I can help you, but you have to listen to me.” Y/N hurriedly said, taking a few steps away.
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Using her sensory powers, she made sure that there was no one around them. Just the three of them.
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“We don't need your help.” Bruce exclaimed unbuttoning the collar of his shirt, ready to go.
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“Bruce, don’t.” She tilted her head, looking into his eyes. Even though Bruce tried and struggled to let go of the Hulk to the point of turning red, the big green guy didn't appear. “He knows I'm not coming to hurt you. So stop, you're embarrassing yourself.”
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“How-?” Bruce stammered blankly. Tony just rolled his eyes, lowering his arm.
Once they were sure that Y/N wasn't planning on attacking them, they let their guard down.
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"What are you doing here? If Wanda sees you, we are the last thing you should worry about.” Stark ironically joked as he approached his screen to scan the place again, making sure everything was fine. There was definitely a BIG flaw if Y/N could show up just like that.
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“Do you want the world to survive this catastrophe?”
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“Believe me, we will do it.” He gave a wry chuckle, they always did. Hydra, Loki, Ultron.
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“This isn't like your movie villain, Stark. It’s not some guy with lightning whips, or a tantrum-y god. This goes further.” Y/N moved closer to look at the screen but Tony quickly minimize it. “This doesn't just endanger this planet, this endangers all realities.”
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“Realities? What do you mean?” Bruce frowned. “Is a multiverse something possible?”
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“It is not a 'possibility', it is already a reality.” Y/N waved her hand, downplaying the talk, especially when both nerds seemed very interested in knowing more. “But we don't have time to talk about multiverses and alternate realities. We need a plan now, or Chton is going to screw them all up.”
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“What does Chton want? Especially with Wanda.”
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“Chton was a big demon, one of the cruelest beings that ever existed. He was banished many years ago… and wants to come back.” Y/N swallowed, thinking about the chaos that would engulf them all. “According to an old prophecy, he would do it thanks to a great sorceress who would have the power to handle the Chaos Magic, at such a level that she would break with any reality and modify it to her convenience. So when he does… all realities are going to collapse. One on top of another like dominos.”
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That sounded so terrifying that Tony Stark swallowed hard, lowering his self-loving know-it-all attitude. That sounded chaotic, a world where nothing would make sense.
Not only would they die, all the worlds, all the realities.
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“Do you want your daughter to live a nice life?” Y/N continued, knowing that would hit deep. The demon tilted her head as she saw the surprise in Stark's gaze, those big brown eyes so wide they would pop out of his head.
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Bruce had his mouth open like a fish out of water, more confused than Tony.
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“I'm not stupid, I know Pepper is pregnant.” The demon took a seat in one of the chairs and crossed her legs, so sassy. “It’s a very healthy baby, by the way.”
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Tony was surprised but hesitant. No one else knew that, only Pepper and him.
They had had an appointment with a doctor outside the compound so that everything would be a nice surprise. They had been trying to plan it for a week until Abaddon threatened to attack them.
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“Congratulations?” Bruce murmured, smiling somewhat happily for his friend.
He went over to hug Tony, who smiled proudly, forgetting everything for a moment. They had decided to hide it until this new chaos passed.
Especially when the Knight of Hell left a box at the door of the compound, with a quite terrifying message.
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“Will you listen to me?” Y/N asked, this time it was more of a plea.
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Sighing and knowing that it was best to get the upper hand, even if they had to work with a dirty, lying demon like Y/N, it was their best chance to win. The enemy of your enemy is your friend or something like that. “What do you need?”
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“I need both of you working together.” Y/N sighed and stood up from her seat. “I know Ultron left you a little hurt, but this time... you will truly protect this world. And must keep the secret until it is time.”
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“I don't like the idea of lying to them… again.” Crossing his arms, Bruce slowly shook his head. He wasn't willing to go through the same thing, that almost made the team break up forever and the world needed the Avengers.
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“This time you’ll save their lives thanks to it.” The demon insisted. “Steve would never allow my help, much less Wanda. We'll say it's your idea.”
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“That's true, both of them can't even say your name. And if Natasha sees you, she will kill you.” Tony smiled wryly as he poured himself a glass of scotch.
Showing him the middle finger first, Y/N typed a long amount of numbers on the screen quickly.
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“Friday, save this, please. These are the exact coordinates of the perfect place, where everything will begin. I need us to play with the lead.” She expanded the screen thanks to Friday, showing them the place.
Tony approached to see with curiosity, it wasn't close at all but the demon was right, it was a good place for a battle. Far from any kind of innocent victims.
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They kept talking and planning for about two hours, trying to find a solution. Y/N's idea was completely crazy and made no sense at all, but it was the only one available to them. It was their best shot.
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“Can you do it in 24 hours?” Y/N asked with some concern. Looking at that screen, the theory was good but the practice could be... difficult. Even for such an advanced engineer.
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“Do I need to sleep?” Tony said sarcastically.
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“Believe me, you will when you die.” Y/N responded in the same way.
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“We know a guy who can help with this… machine.” Thoughtfully, Tony watched the screen, trying to remove and add a few things. How can you build a thing like that from nothing? “We will do the best we can. Three great brains at work... and yours, of course.”
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“You have to do better than that.” Y/N frowned.
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She looked at her watch, hoping that Stolas would score a victory in her mission. She must have already been arriving.
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“Your ‘mission’ is to take back the book. That's at least what they can know.” The demon took a sheet of paper and quickly drew what the book would look like, since there was no type of information that talked about this.
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Tony walked over to look at it, raising an eyebrow.
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“The ‘Darkhold’?” He mocked. “Didn't they have a better name in the underworld? I thought that maybe with so many artists there, you demons would be more creative."
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Rolling her eyes, Y/N fixed her gaze on Bruce, who seemed to look more attentive at the moment. “Hear me clearly… You cannot use that book, from any point of view, never open it. The Darkhold holds secrets and curses so ancient they would destroy any reality. It will destroy your hearts, your minds and your souls.”
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An awkward silence remained for a moment. Despite Tony's sarcastic humor, he understood that this was not the time for jokes, everyone's fate was really at stake. And not just because of the big fight, but because of what came after that.
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“No matter what they promise you… they’ll never give you what you want. It is a trap.” The demon reaffirmed.
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After a few seconds and knowing that she counted on them both understanding the task, the presence of a new person made Tony jump.
Jules looked at everyone a little agitated, she seemed shocked but was undoubtedly still alive.
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“It’s done.” Jules grimaced, not very happy with that decision, but when she saw Tony and Bruce her face changed so quickly. Stolas smiled tenderly and waved. “Hi.”
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“I hope this works.” Y/N sighed deeply, for a moment she wondered if it would work but she no longer had time to doubt. The minutes passed and they played with a disadvantage.
At the surprised gaze of both humans, she spread her wings for a moment. Great and enormous wings, so black but still as soft as an angel's, Y/N smiled as she remembered that feeling.
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“Nice.”
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Taking courage, she plucked one of the feathers and moaned in pain. A searing pain, and so unique, a pain she had never felt before.
Sighing, Y/N approached Tony to hand him the feather, which after snapping her fingers, turned into a blue liquid in a very tiny bottle.
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“This is something unique, that very few humans have had the pleasure of obtaining. And as you know, none of them are alive.” Y/N said as she looked at that liquid and handed it to Tony, who seemed quite curious as well as surprised. Possibly thinking how much he could use it if he only knew how. “Be careful, don't use it all. I risked my ass with an archangel for that.”
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Bruce cleared his throat, making her turn.
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“An… a-archangel gave this to you?” Bruce stammered and looked at that tiny bottle as if he were holding an important grail. Everything already challenged beliefs, needed to know more.
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“I wish… it’s just my old feather. They just allowed me to get my wings for a moment.” The demon wrinkled her nose and walked away, still feeling a stinging pain. “They think I will use them for battle tomorrow against Abaddon, but it was actually for this, so… no one can know.”
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“You made a deal with them.” Stark walked away from her and took that liquid to one of his devices so he could analyze it. “Isn't that worse?”
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Y/N shrugged, knowing it couldn't get any worse. “I go one thing at a time.”
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“In fact, you have two.” Jules' voice made her turn around, watching as she handed a small bottle to Bruce.
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"What are you doing?” The higher-demon approached Jules with concern, whispering: “That wasn’t in the deal.”
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“I know, I decided to add some stuff before doing it. It's mine.” The dark-haired woman patted her friend's shoulder, who looked at her in surprise. How dare she? Stolas was going against her own decisions, and yet, her heart softened at the sight of her friend's loyalty. “I already told you, I'm with you. And they need to come back, so… two is better.”
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Sighing, Y/N ended up nodding, knowing that she couldn't fight her.
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“Wait here, I have to do something before we leave this place.”
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That green-eyed girl took everything she needed and put it in a backpack, exactly as Natasha asked. It seemed that Stark and Banner had a momentary solution, and that made the tension between everyone go down.
But what didn't seem to fade away was the fear she felt, the uncertainty of not knowing who or what she was.
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Everyone repeated everything they found about the Scarlet Witch, but no one knew exactly. And of course, although people didn't say it, since they found out who she was, everyone seemed afraid of her.
Suddenly, three knocks on the door caught the girl’s attention as she tried to close the backpack.
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“I'll be ready soon, Natasha.” Wanda said with a low tone of voice and that exquisite sokovian accent.
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But the one who opened the door was not the redhead, but someone else who believed and wished to never see again.
Y/N sighed and closed the door behind her, leaning against the door.
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“What are you doing here?” The Sokovian quickly became alert, chaos magic beginning to dance around her fingers.
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“I know you hate me.” The demon began, the melancholy in her eyes said more than words.
Seeing Wanda again made her heart come back to life, beating once again.
Y/N couldn't help but feel sadness when she saw those beautiful reddish eyes because of crying.
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“Leave me alone.” Wanda hissed, willing to defend herself if she had to.
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But Y/N didn't do anything else, just slowly approach her and see that woman with loving eyes, even if Wanda attacked her with fury, she would still see the love of her life more beautiful than ever.
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“I just want to say I love you.” Y/N stopped in front of her, even though she wasn't going to hurt her, she didn't want to make the Sokovian uncomfortable. “Please, just let me explain and then I’ll leave.”
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So close to home and so far away.
For a moment she allowed herself to get lost in her gaze, hoping to come clean. Y/N knew that it wasn't going to fix things with Wanda, but it was enough to say sorry before chaos broke loose.
Wanda shook her head, unable to believe how Y/N dared to ask to be 'heard'. “I shouldn't even allow you to be here right now.”
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“I’m sorry… I'm really sorry for lying to you, I'm sorry for hiding so much from you and above all... allowing them to hurt you.” Y/N said those words with so much sadness, with a lost look and a deep pain in her heart. “It is my fault.”
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Tears escaped, slowly falling down Y/N’s cheek. A gesture so pure, so sincere that it made Wanda hesitate for a few moments. She would never have thought that a demon could cry.
All the happy memories with Y/N flashed through her mind, knowing that her beloved's pain was genuine, but her own… That was much deeper and blinding. That one was a lot more painful.
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“You are a demon.” Those harsh words made Y/N squirm, she wasn't going to forgive her. Wanda just shrugged, wasn't going to get it so easily. “Your tears don't move me, Y/N. Oh, yeah. Y/N isn't your real name.”
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“Of course I tried to tell you my name, but you never listen to me!” Y/N tried, really trying to be patient. With any other human being she would have exploded but with Wanda, well, she was the exception to every rule. “I would like you to know the real me.”
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“The real you?” Wanda giggled sarcastically and tilted her head. “That sadistic and malicious creature? The one who looked aside when me and my brother were dying of hunger? The one that let my parents die without doing anything about it?”
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“I didn't know you and I was doing what they asked me to do. It's millennia, Wanda, millennia being the same and then I met you, and-” She tried to reason with her but Wanda just rolled her eyes, taking her backpack to leave what she considered 'home' for all that time.
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“You make me want to be better.” Y/N followed her, until Wanda stopped. For that tiny second, the demon had hope. Maybe those words would give her a chance, at least to say goodbye.
Wanda turned on her heels, and ending Y/N's anticipation, she finally said.
She met Y/N's gaze so that the demon knew, so that the demon understood, that those were really her words and not the pain: “After everything I saw... I would never love you.”
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Y/N's hope and heart fell to the ground, breaking completely.
Feeling how the weight on that chest became more and more painful and overwhelming. There were no happy endings for demons.
And to finish stabbing the dagger, Wanda whispered: “I would never love something like you.”
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Accepting what she deserved, Y/N nodded quickly swallowing all the pain.
The demon simply decided to lower her gaze and walk out the door without further ado, everything was said and everything was done.
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There was no turning back.
Leaving Y/N behind, Wanda quickly walked towards the elevator, hiding there until the doors closed behind.
Once they did, thanks to Friday who stopped the elevator so she could have a moment alone, the brunette allowed herself to cry uncontrollably for a long time.
Hugging herself, thinking about how much she wanted to go back and hug Y/N, to kiss her and forget everything. Want to go back in time, want everything to go well for the first time in her life.
Coming to her senses, Wanda left the elevator and finally entered the conference room, where everyone was planning what to do, how to attack and what the real mission of all this was.
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“But they want her for what she will be.” was heard, they stopped when Wanda entered the room. An awkward silence tenses everything, until the only one who was brave to break it was Stark.
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“The Scarlet Witch, Harbinger of Chaos.” Tony explained to everyone, looking at Wanda, but not in an accusatory way. Strangely, Tony understood the situation thanks to Y/N.
The girl just played with her rings, feeling uncomfortable and exposed. “The Scarlet Witch was not just born but also forged. Her power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme, and her destiny was… to destroy the world.” He sighed. “But what we are here for... is to avoid it. I don't think your power is destructive, Wanda.”
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“What will we do then? We can't hand her over to… that thing.” Steve kept his brow furrowed, totally serious. He was one in that room of those who would defend Wanda until death. “How do you know all this?”
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“Y/N.” Wanda murmured, knowing perfectly well the reason why Y/N visited her room.
To give them information that they could use.
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“Do we have to believe in a demon? A demon? That will do it because of the goodness in her heart?” Rhodey exclaimed in a mocking manner, shaking his head.
Even though he used to be a pain in the ass sometimes, he was right.
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“I don't think Y/N is lying here, there's no point in warning us.” Kate murmured somewhat nervously, noticing all the eyes on her. She stirred as if she sensed many birds of prey ready to devour her.
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“Kid, just let the adults talk.” Rhodey narrowed his eyes.
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As soon as she heard his tone, Yelena suddenly stood up and pointed at the man, threatening: “Don't talk to her like that again.”
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Everyone started arguing again, like the sixth time since they started the meeting, until Tony intervened: “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Do you want to shut up? I found a way to save all of our lives, thank you very much.”
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Everyone was silent.
The mood was not easy to bear, everyone was tired, fearful, upset and anxious. Who wouldn't be? A battle was coming up that they didn't even know how to win.
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“The plan is simple, I have a place, I have an idea. We need to recover the book that caused all this, but we can't open it or read it. Destroying it is the only solution.” Tony walked around the room, observing his friends one by one. Faces of confusion, fear, and even some with a certain curiosity. “The book corrupts everything and everyone that it touches, our duty is to keep it where it is. Not using it.”
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Bruce was in charge of explaining and showing them the plan and projections of what they would do. Friday helped by showing some probabilities, as well as the plans of that machine they would use.
As they had previously deduced, it was a completely out of the ordinary and crazy plan, but it was their only chance.
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“So, this machine will…” Natasha said somewhat skeptically, trying to understand.
And she wasn't the only one, everyone seemed a little worried about that sudden 'idea'.
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“That will allow us to escape.” Bruce nodded, taking off his glasses. “Not everyone will be able to come, but those who do, know that we will do everything possible to protect this reality. Those who stay must protect the place.”
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“It’s insane.” Someone said.
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“It is, but it’s our last chance. So… Who’s coming?” Tony asked, watching as some of his friends raised their hands quickly.
The man smiled with a certain pride, knowing that they would give their lives so that this planet would have another dawn.
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Wanda simply remained silent, her gaze as lost as she was in her thoughts. She couldn't even look at her friends, this was all because of her.
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Natasha saw her so quiet and placed a hand on Wanda’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Don't worry, we won't let them do anything to you, kid.”
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Looking at her, Wanda simply nodded her head hoping that this was really true.
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NAMIB DESERT
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER
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“Are you sure it’s here?” Natasha asked, grimacing as the Quinjet's door opened.
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At least she was grateful that there was no problem parking it, all around them could be seen vast sand dunes, dry trees and a claypan. Some wild animals ran away at the presence of strangers.
Deadvlei was a claypan, between the dunes in the Namib-Naukluft Park. The heat was oppressive, the sun remained high and that meant they still had time.
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Grimacing, Wanda went down after Nat who was walking in front with Steve and Tony.
The day finally arrived, and those who had decided to go on the 'mission' were Steve, Tony, Clint, Kate, Yelena and Natasha.
Bucky promised to take care of the place along with Bruce, Sam and the others, delaying Abaddon as much as possible. The big green guy was going to do everything possible to stop her long enough.
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“The mission is to take back the Darkhold.” Tony left the briefcase he was carrying on one of the platforms in front of them, a briefcase that opened with nanotech and little by little transformed into a kind of quadrangular machine.
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Thanks to the help of an old friend of his father's, Henry Pym, Tony was able to use much of his tech to achieve what he thought impossible.
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“Everyone has their GPS, right? Come here, around the machine and… press it now.”
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Listening to what Stark asked, everyone surrounded that machine and finally pressed the GPS button. Quickly, a nanotech suit materialized perfectly around their clothes, except the helmet.
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“Good! It’s good!” Stark cheered and everyone seemed less worried. Even curious, playing and watching the material of that advanced suit. “I just need to get all the suits in sync-”
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Everything was ready, everyone was ready for this new adventure but a flutter of wings surprised them.
In the distance, two demons approached slowly trying to walk on the warm sand.
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“Is it ready?” Y/N asked, noticing everyone's tense gaze on her.
Possibly mentally preparing herself for Natasha Romanoff to strike out at her at any moment.
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“What is she doing here?!” Wanda asked, trying not to look at her.
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“I’m also here. Hi!” Jule added, waving at them.
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“Did you make this plan with them?” Steve narrowed his eyes and then looked at Tony, who was trying to hide his embarrassed face.
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“Calm down, Rogers.” Tony tried to keep the peace. "Get back in your place, you're going to ruin everything! We need them!”
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“No, we don’t!” Steve exclaimed, pulling up his shield, ready to use it.
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“Come back to your place again, granny. You don't want to break your hip.” Stolas scoffed and of course that almost made Y/N laugh, but it definitely stole a laugh from Clint which he tried to hide.
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After a few minutes bickering, Y/N sighed deeply and ended up shouting: “Shut the fuck up!”
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Once again everyone seemed to get into a fight that they did not have the pleasure or privilege of having.
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“Do you want your friends to survive? Do you want this planet to keep spinning tomorrow?” Y/N scolded and watched them one by one, even Wanda. Even though the sokovian had so many reasons to be hurt, her life and the lives of others were in danger. “Then do what you must. Do what we say! And you’ll survive!”
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Her voice was strong and imposing.
And everyone's guilty silence proved her right, especially when a thunder made everyone look at the sky. While they were arguing, huge black clouds began to form, devouring that blue sky. The sun was gone.
Blinking in surprise, Y/N looked up, knowing that there was no more time. The light was gone.
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“They’re coming.” She whispered, quickly taking position in front of them. “Stark, put this damn thing to work. Time to fly!”
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Upon hearing that, the avengers prepared to battle whatever was approaching. A breeze of wind rose, slightly moving the dry trees, making them creak.
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“What? I thought she would go through the Compound first-” Stark stammered commanding Friday to turn on the machine.
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With a desolate look, Y/N simply whispered: “They must all be dead by now… this is the only way out. I’m really sorry.”
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Those words made everyone's blood run cold.
If a dark sky and the absence of the sun wasn't scary enough, knowing that your friends died and not even being there was much worse.
Wanda felt horrible nausea, feeling all that guilt, all that pain.
Especially when seeing Steve shed a tear and clutch the shield tightly to his arm, ready to fight.
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“Come on!” Y/N screamed desperately, noticing that the machine seemed to turn on but stopped again as if the power wasn't enough. “Now turn the damn thing on!”
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“Can't! Is not working!” Tony became desperate too, typing rapidly on his tablet. “Friday, help me a little, will you? Make a quick scan.”
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“How does it not work? You said you could do it!” Y/N growled.
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“IT WAS TWENTY-FOUR HOURS!”
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“Prepare to fight.” Steve ordered but Y/N shook her head.
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“No fighting, just stay in there!” Y/N exclaimed pointing at him, warning him that if he left his place, it would be worse. The demon turned to see Stolas. “We need to build a barrier.”
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“Maybe I should turn myself in, and just make a deal.” Wanda mumbled, still thinking about Bucky and the others. She couldn't stop imagining so many bloody and tragic scenarios, and they were all her fault.
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Like her parents.
Like Pietro.
Like Vision, Bruce and Bucky.
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“No, Wanda, listen to me…” Y/N approached her but Wanda quickly backed away, not even wanting to look at her. Although something inside begged her to do it, to hug her, to kiss Y/N one more time. She didn't do it.
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“I love you, more than anything in my entire existence. You are the first person I have loved since... I was made.” Her voice broke. Y/N was confessing her love from the deepest and most real part of her being, the only good part left in the demon. “I'm really sorry for everything I did. I hope someday you can forgive me, and if you don't, my greatest wish is that you can be truly happy. So please don't give in, not just for yourself, but for everyone around you. Keep holding on.”
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Once she said that, Y/N turned around and summoned her sword, which held firmly in her right hand.
Before the surprised gaze of the others, Y/N closed her eyes and brought lips to the blade, whispering something incomprehensible. A dark and ancient language.
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After that, she brought the blade to her palm and made a deep cut, before Wanda's surprised look.
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“We have to do it.” Jules held out her hand, hoping she would cut it too.
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This one's for believing, if only for its sake
Come on friends, get up now, love is to be made.
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Y/N frowned, doubtful. It was one thing for her, but it was another thing to risk someone else's life. “Are you sure? You don’t have to-”
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“I know.” Stolas sighed and nodded solemnly. “I’ll do.”
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Y/N took a deep breath before cutting their hands, making some blood drops to begin to fall around them and the machine.
Jules did the same, letting the blood fall in the same places until they met.
Once they connected, both intertwined their wounded hands and began to recite a spell that neither could understand. It wasn't a known language, it definitely wasn't human. Even Friday couldn't figure it out. An ancient and dark and dark spell, one created long before language was made.
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What surprised most of them was seeing both of their eyes change; using glamor to hide their demonic eyes carried an energy that they had to redirect towards the barrier spell.
They stayed like that for a minute until they separated, sighing relaxedly as they saw how a barrier covered all of them. An invisible barrier to the eyes of any enemy.
A barrier impossible to break, no matter how strong you were.
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Frowning, Wanda asked: “What did you do?”
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“What is this?” Natasha asked, a bit worried. She didn't like feeling locked in at all.
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“Stay inside and don't go out.”Y/N begged , somewhat agitated, that spell did more than just take their energy. Felt everything start to spin but she tried to stay strong. “It is a powerful blood spell.”
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Steve approached the barrier somewhat hesitantly and tried to touch it, go through it, but it was like touching a concrete wall. Not even his shield could break it.
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“If you could do that, why didn't you do it before?” Captain America said, a bit suspiciously.
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“Because it's a binding spell! It ties one life to the other!” Y/N yelled, already annoyed, tired of answering so many stupid questions. She was about to die, she was giving her life so they could survive and the stupid machine wasn't working. Wasn’t that enough? “The barrier is powerful and will protect you, as long as we survive.”
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Everyone looked at them in surprise, understanding what it meant. Even Tony, who stopped looking at the screen to look at Y/N.
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“So you-” Wanda whispered in disbelief.
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“So...if you guys die...” Kate followed those words.
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“The barrier will fall. ” Y/N gulped. “We'll try to hold on as long as possible... so Stark, hurry up.”
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In the face of an awkward silence, Y/N cleared her throat and turned around so they wouldn't see her that way.
They went from seeing her as a disgusting being to pitying her, and she didn't know which of the two was worse.
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However Jules pouted a little seeing them. “Don't be sad, we'll be fine. You will fix all our mistakes.”
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“Thank you.” Yelena mumbled. Words they would never have expected, especially coming from someone like her. Yelena nodded nobly, accepting that sacrifice.
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“It’s okay. Anyway.” Y/N swallowed and nodded quickly, she didn't know how to react to that. For someone to be kind to her. Again. “Do not leave the protection, if you leave it will be more difficult for us and more painful. Don't interfere either. Once the spell is cast and the sacrifice accepted, there is no going back.”
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The flapping of wings could be heard, growing louder around them. As if a flock of crows were approaching.
Everyone looked up trying to find the reason for the sound, it became closer and more terrifying.
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“They’re coming.” Y/N muttered and then looked at Stark, so terrified. “Do not engage, just fix it and leave.”
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Before he could even answer, a new presence made everyone turn to look.
As stunning and beautiful as deadly, Abaddon smiled widely as she saw everyone. A smile that made many feel a horrible chill.
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“I think they gave me the wrong address for the party.” The redhead said, strangely cheerful, especially when several demons began to appear behind. Her legion. “Hand over the girl and everyone will die less painfully than I want.”
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Willing to protect them, Y/N and Jules settled in front of them.
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“But I’ve to say, these traitors will suffer a horribly, harrowing, terrifying death… And you will see it.” Abaddon said, licking her fangs in a creepy way. “So Wanda, honey, let’s go. Mommy's tired of waiting.”
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“She’s not going anywhere.” Y/N said sharply, with a determined look.
Of course, while she tried to distract the redhead, Stark was working quickly to fix the machine.
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“I’m glad we finally met.” The redhead tilted her head to look into the eyes of the witch, who looked at her with enormous hatred. “You're going to watch everyone around you right now, all your friends, die. In terrifying ways.”
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But the Sokovian didn't say anything, she just stood steady, without showing any fear. Like all of her friends.
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“We will bleed so much pain out of you that you will be left in deep need of therapy for millennia.” The Knight of Hell laughed, followed by everyone around her. “And the only thing you will have is us. Isn’t that sad?”
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Abaddon turned to look at Y/N. “What does it feel like? Neither heaven nor hell wants you! You are not part of any. You’re nothing. You have no purpose.”
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This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised
They're only where they are now, regardless of their fight
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Slowly surrounding Y/N, Abaddon summoned her sword. It was a dark sword, which unlike Y/N's smooth and sharp blade, this one had its edge broken, like sharp teeth, to cause even more damage.
But what she wanted with those words was to cause more emotional damage, break her completely and end the Leviathan in one fell swoop.
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“And you still don't see it? The one who was going to hurt her so deeply… is you.” Abaddon mocked like a maniac, celebrating the debacle of the GREAT demon. “Not just your betrayal, the pain we need will be caused by your death… right now, in front of her.”
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Y/N's face suddenly paled. How had she not thought of that before?
She quickly turned to look at Wanda, hoping that really wasn't true. Y/N had always been the worst thing that happened to her, even when she didn't want to.
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“You are her savior and her executor.” Abaddon repeated those words she had highlighted before.
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While all the demons around her laughed cruelly, Y/N remained silent trying to deal with all those voices in her mind. How was she so blind?
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“Okay, I got tired. Kill them all.” Abaddon shrugged and several demons walked towards the avengers, ready to tear them apart.
But Y/N's voice stopped them dead, especially what she had to say.
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“You don't have to do this.” Y/N pointed her sword at Abaddon, there was no turning back. If she was going to leave, she would do it with honor. “I challenge you to a duel, you and me. Nobody else."
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“Yeah, I don’t care.” The redhead was going to ignore her but Y/N appeared in front of the Knight, placing the point of Willbreaker on that pale neck. Making some demons cheer in amusement, making Abaddon feel completely like an idiot.
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“I am Leviathan, my name is holy, and you will accept the duel, because I outrank you.” Y/N hissed. Clenching her jaw, you could see in those blue demonic eyes how furious she was. Abaddon couldn't refuse a duel, especially with Y/N.
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Completely changing from anger to a pleased smile, Abaddon nodded and bowed. “I accept.”
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Sighing and lowering her sword, Y/N made sure that only one of them left that place alive.
But what the demon didn't expect was that the demons behind would suddenly catch her, taking her sword away. A rather treacherous move, but what could she expect from a demon?
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Not understanding what it was about, or if Abaddon was not going to comply, Y/N opened her eyes wide especially because the redhead moved away from her to approach Stolas.
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“But first, the vermin.” The higher demon looked at Jules, vicious violence was reflected in those eyes.
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“Let me go. This is between you and me!” Y/N growled, trying to break free, but even more demons held her down.
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… This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised.
They're only where they are now, regardless of their fight…
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Abaddon's wicked gaze fell on Natasha, then pointed her sword at Stolas. “You know who she is, right?”
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“She told me everything.” Natasha clenched her jaw tightly, remembering all the things Jules said to her the last time they saw each other. All those secrets.
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The brunette was extremely sincere, to the point that she endured Natasha's punches and screams when she found out who Jules was, and why kept silent about the Red Room.
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Narrowing her blue eyes, doubtful that the little demon was sincere, Abaddon kept poking the bear. “Stolas was the one in charge of keeping everything running in the Red Room, so long ago. She was a great demon. Prince of Hell.”
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She smiled evilly, feeling the pain and spite in Natasha. And above all, the blame on Stolas.
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“But I must tell you something, be honest with you even though I love to lie.” The redhead faked a love sigh and placed a hand on her chest. “But one day… she decided to throw everything away and allowed one of the Black Widows, one of the best and most ruthless agents, to escape. Can you believe it?"
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Jules looked down, sad but remembering a dark past. Having mercy had been her 'big mistake'. She never told Nat that she helped in the 'escape'.
The Knight shook her head, disappointed.
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“And when she returned to hell, we torture and humiliated her for years, hundreds of years. Well, time passes differently there anyway.” Abaddon shrugged and turned to look at Jules. “Draw your sword, little bird.”
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It looked like a small bird about to be eaten by a crocodile, but Stolas did not retreat.
Jules swallowed, stepping back and finally summoned her sword.
It was a smaller sword than Y/N's, leaf-bladed but definitely much better than nothing. Stolas was a fallen angel, but not as important as them.
She positioned herself ready to fight, but Abaddon raised an eyebrow.
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“Everyone look at the prince of Hell!” The redhead mocked. “Did you think you were going to go against me? Really? She thinks she's in the big leagues.”
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Everyone started laughing, making the brunette feel even more nervous. She rested her gaze on Y/N, who just looked into her brown eyes, trying to encourage her.
Stolas held onto the grip of the sword, feeling her hands sweating.
But as Abaddon walked away, ready to watch the fight, some demons stepped forward holding their swords. Not just one, there were five.
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“Astaroth. Oriax. Sitri. Orobas… and…” Jules named them one by one, watching as they surrounded her with a wicked look. Of course she was at a disadvantage, but she wouldn't let them intimidate her. Stolas wrinkled her nose, looking at the fifth in front of her. “I don't really know you, you must be new. You're going to be a piece of cake.”
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Finally she smiled a bit smugly, moving the sword in circles and waiting for one of them to take the first step.
The tension increased while everyone waited for the first one to make a mistake, and luckily one of the demons ended up giving in to his internal violence, launching the first blow.
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Taking advantage of this offensive movement, Stolas blocked the attack and pushed that demon towards the others. Between punches, blocks and stabs, the little demon thanked each of the lessons that Natasha taught her.
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All of them watched that battle with sadness and amazement. Without realizing that they were at a key moment for the universe, feeling completely helpless as they watched every time Jules received a hit or a cut.
But even so, the brunette moved skillfully, trying to avoid being attacked by all of them. With that heart beating fast and her breathing labored, Stolas raised the sword and waited again for the attack of four of them.
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The demon that she 'did not know' ended up on the ground, disappearing from the face of the Earth. One down, four to go.
The blood fell down her face, the cuts in so many parts of her body made her recoil like a wounded animal. That tender, sweet look was now a deadly look, and she would die with it until she took her last breath.
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A gasping breath as she attacked again, but this time there was something different. Stolas eyes widened as she felt the edge of a sword stabbing her stomach forcefully.
Behind her, one of the demons smiled maliciously.
She fell on her knees, unable to understand.
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A loud beep drowned out the screams around them, Natasha's screams, Y/N's screams trying to break free, the cheers of the demons around.
Those brown eyes filled with tears, feeling that sharp and terrifying pain in her belly. As if something began to boil inside her. An unbearable pain.
And still, she managed to get up little by little.
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“Leave her alone.” Y/N begged Abaddon, kneeling as those demons held her. “Don’t do this. The fight is between you and me.”
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But Abaddon just smirked, victorious.
Especially when another of the demons stabbed Stolas from the front again, and the next as well. Finally she knelt down, trying to bear it but finally the last one of the swords pierced her body.
Y/N kept kicking and fighting trying to get free. Tears began to fall in floods down her face, feeling a deep pain in her heart. A pain that she never thought she would feel for something or someone other than Wanda.
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For someone a demon like her never thought, she would become her best friend.
A great friend.
A loyal friend.
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So loyal, that blood began to gush from her pink lips but she did not complain. Jules just turned to look at Y/N, smiling with that tenderness that always characterized her since they met.
The one she always complained about, saying 'you should look more serious, Stolas. You’re a demon.'
And now, she would never see again.
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… This is for the ones who stand...
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“It’s okay.” Jules whispered, her gaze on Y/N, one last time. Trying to give her peace, knowing that she would leave as a 'hero'.
Suddenly, Abaddon’s sword pierced Stolas chest from behind, stealing the last sigh from her.
Her brown eyes flashed for a moment before burning, as Y/N screamed in despair.
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Really terrifying screams, full of pain, like a wounded and angry beast. A sound that would haunt everyone for eternity. A sound as if a beast was wounded, like a powerful storm in the ocean.
She would destroy everything in her way.
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The first layer of protection that surrounded the Avengers faded with the loss of Stolas.
That terrified Tony, who kept trying to solve the issue and kept talking to Friday. Repeating the process again, unsuccessfully.
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The ashes in the air made her explode, pushing the demons with such force that it surprised them.
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"Y/N...." Wanda tried to get her attention, approaching the barrier but the demon didn't hear her. She was furious, completely blind.
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"Y/N, don't do it. That's what she wants." Natasha said, approaching too but none of them were lucky.
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“Finally!” Abaddon exclaimed excitedly, swinging her sword.
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“Do what you have to do and get out!” Y/N yelled at Tony, clenching the handle of her sword tightly before delivering the first swing.
She was tired of being patient and playing the war in the smartest way.
Every furious step approaching Abaddon was every blow she swung with her sword.
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The anger that Y/N managed only made the redhead laugh happily, knowing that she got what she wanted, hurting Y/N deeply. Therefore, her death would be even more delicious.
The sharp blades of their swords meeting again and again made Tony feel even more anxious and terrified. The pressure not only of the moment but of his friends, who were waiting.
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Y/N moved with surprising agility, hitting hard but also evading delicately, as if it were a dance.
She looked so confident, so strong, that Wanda even felt a bit proud, although she would never admit it.
Strange that Abaddon didn’t attack with all her power, and had a very good reason.
Because when Y/N finally slashed her cheek, the redhead unleashed all the fury of the angel of the abyss.
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“Okay, enough games.”
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With blinding fury, like hellfire, Abaddon advanced striking so hard that Y/N feared her sword would break. Amazed by the redhead's brute strength, she frowned when, with one blow, Abaddon sent her stumbling back.
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Y/N frowned.
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“Surprised?” Abaddon teased. “You are not the only one with help. I thought you were going to use your wings.”
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Approaching quickly, Abaddon launched a blow making her fall.
Y/N held the swing of the sword with her own, kneeling, using the strength of her legs but the force the redhead exerted began to make her give way.
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“You’re just weak.” Abaddon said through clenched teeth, seeing the demon on the ground, she struck again but Y/N moved quickly, evading it. “Like her.”
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The Knight hit hard again but only found dust, Y/N stood up nimbly, moving away but always staying alert.
One of the demons was going to attack her from behind, like Jules, but the redhead quickly made it fall back, raising a hand. “She’s mine!” Yelled angrily, and looked at the Leviathan again.
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Time after time, Abaddon took the lead and hit her hard. Not only with the sword, but also with punches and kicks. Both hitting the ground, crashing into rocks.
Time passed and they both fought fiercely, but unfortunately the redhead had the upper hand, with just a few cuts and blows. While Y/N, she was much worse.
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Abaddon's last sword blow cut her stomach and her left eye, crossing her face, losing the eye forever.
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“Give up, it’s over. She’s ours.” The Knight of Hell boastfully exclaimed.
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She had never seen Y/N like that, defeated and tired. And she loved it.
Y/N coughed up more blood than she expected.
The pain in her stomach and back let her know that she had two large cuts, so deep that blood began to fall like rivers. “As long as I’m breathing… it’s not over.”
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Leviathan was so hard and stubborn, like waves hitting the rock. Time and time again, she would come back.
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“Why do you fight for them? They are no better than us, look at them…” Abaddon pointed to her friends, whom Y/N considered her family for all that time. To whom she would have sold without thinking long ago, and she now was giving her life to protect them.
For Wanda, the woman she loved; feeling love for the first time in her life, caring about something other than herself.
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“They’re terrified, hiding while a ‘demon’ fights for them.” The blue-eyed demon glanced at them out of the corner of her eye. “Why fight for them? They are parasites.”
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Taking a deep breath, getting as much air as she could, tried to stay alive.
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“Sometimes I tend to wonder why… Why I try?” But Y/N chuckled sadly, shaking her head as she tried to catch her breath. “Because I have been around them all my life, watching these vermin benefit, feed, and destroy everything in their path. They are parasites.”
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Finally the demon got up with some difficulty, Y/N spit blood to the side.
Everything hurt, inside and outside.
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“I’ve seen what they're capable of… I just realized how fucked up they are! Just wandering around through life until they die! Which they know is coming, and yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them! They came to Hell saying 'oh no! What did I do?! 'How could I have died?!” Y/N laughed, feeling the pain in her body. Thinking how crazy that all sounded and how strange they could be.
Slowly, she limped closer. and watched them one by one. Knowing their deepest desires, their darkest sins.
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“They only think of satisfying their own desires, those two you see there?” She pointed at Tony and Steve. “They were about to beat each other so many times… Tony Stark sold weapons! That they destroyed Wanda's home! Remember? Humans kill each other, which is CLEARLY insane…” Y/N sighed as she saw Wanda, and then turned to face Abaddon again. “But here’s the thing… When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting sometimes…”
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Abaddon tilted her head, trying to understand. To her it was just incoherent babbling.
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“But they do. They never, never quit…” Y/N held her sword again. “So I guess I will keep fighting for them too.”
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The redhead did the same. It was glorious to be able to end someone who wanted to destroy her entire existence, envied since she was made but also had respect for Leviathan. “It's your death.”
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“Honey, it has been for quite some time. You just don't know.” Y/N smiled mockingly and began to surround her as if she were a wild animal, taking a more alert and less defensive position.
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Despite the pain going through different parts of her body, Y/N moved the sword in circles, waiting for the attack.
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…For the ones who try again…
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And when the redhead attacked, Y/N used the opponent's strength to cut her body and make her stumble. A deep cut across her thigh, making Abaddon limp.
Natasha's voice reminding her of that move over and over again in their training reached her.
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Turning to look at her with murderous fury, Abaddon attacked again but Y/N knew how to defend herself until the Knight used the strength of those invisible wings, hitting her chest so hard and making Y/N fall and slide into the protective barrier.
Worried, everyone watched as the demon stirred in pain. The only one who could get past the protection was Y/N, and if Abaddon realized the spell, she would do her best to destroy it.
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“Don't… move. Their eyes are on me, just... leave. Soon.” Y/N mumbled in pain, still on the ground, trying to catch air like a fish out of water. The demons' laughter made Y/N close her eyes for a moment, trying to gather the strength to keep going. She couldn't stop there.
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She had to give them time, she had to help them.
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Y/N opened her eyes when she felt a presence next to her, a soft hand taking hers, to help her up.
Kate Bishop gave her a small smile as Y/N placed the arm around her shoulder for support. Yelena quickly approached to help too.
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“Thank you.” The demon muttered barely due to the swelling from the cut on her face, slowly walking with them towards the barrier.
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“Kate? I have to be honest with you.” She whispered, swallowing hard. “When I met you… I thought you were a fool, like a weak point and desperate for a friend.”
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Those words made Y/N shed a tear. Ashamed of herself. “I was never so wrong in my entire existence… because you are my best friend. You are a good person, you have a big heart… so please, never lose it. I was the fool, but lucky to have you all.”
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“I do believe that you can change.” Kate dared to say, those blue eyes so red from crying. The archer was the first brave one to step forward to help her, without expecting anything else. “I don't care that you are a demon, you both were my best friends. I'm sorry I was so afraid of you.”
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… For the ones who need a hand…
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“Thank you.” Kate said as well and hugged Y/N for a moment, surprising the demon who simply nodded barely.
Knowing that it was a noble sacrifice, despite being a completely dark creature.
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Natasha tried to dry her tears and just smiled sadly, each one thanked her in her own way. Even with the silence.
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“I think this time is going to work. Friday is turning on the machine...” Tony assured, somewhat sadly. “Do you think you can last five minutes?”
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“Five minutes?" Y/N took a deep breath. “Piece of cake.”
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But as soon as she was going to leave, Y/N felt arms around her body. A strong, needed hug, a hug that she had waited her entire life for. The demon closed her eyes, trying not to keep crying.
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“Please don't leave me here.” Wanda begged, hiding her face in her lover's chest. Nothing mattered anymore, not the resentment, not the past, not the pain. The pain in her voice, Wanda’s crying broke Y/N's heart.
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“We can handle them, I- can handle them. Just don't leave, detka. Please.” The Sokovian tried, raising her gaze to fix her gaze on who she knew and considered to be the love of her life.
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Smiling with deep anguish, Y/N gulped. “I have to.”
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The Sokovian's sadness, the pain just made the demons around her, along with Abaddon, laugh like hyenas. Rejoicing in the brunette's pain because they knew it was all they needed.
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“I don’t want you to die.” Wanda sobbed, caressing her face slowly, feeling deep pain when she saw the wound. “I’m sorry.”
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And finally, a small and sincere smile, a small light of happiness, returned to those lips.
That was the best ending in the world, how could she not leave being loved by the most wonderful woman in existence?
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She would leave like a champion.
Like a champion of good.
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“I love you.” She kissed Wanda’s forehead and closed her eyes as a small tear escaped down her bloody cheek. The demon couldn't wait any longer, even if that kiss lasted forever.
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Slowly, her fingers slid away from hers. Although everything in her being, her mind, her heart, begged to stay… she knew it was best.
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“You can do this.” The Sokovian said one more time, encouraging her once again.
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Turning to look at her and picking up the sword from the ground, Y/N nodded solemnly.
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… For the ones who think they can.
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Of course she will do it. For her.
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“How long again, Stark?” Y/N growled.
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“The process will begin in five minutes…” Friday warned, making Abaddon narrow her eyes.
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And without further ado, Y/N returned to attack Abaddon with enormous force. Despite the pain, despite the injuries, despite the death of a friend.
She had love, and it was something much stronger than any evil in the world.
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“Three minutes!” Tony yelled.
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Y/N swung her sword and struck so fiercely that the redhead had no choice but to back away.
Surprised, Abaddon's eyes widened as Y/N kicked her stomach and sliced part of the white long neck.
Blood began to fall, leaving the Knight with no choice but to attack again.
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But knowing those movements, and knowing that Abaddon knew nothing but rage, Y/N turned avoiding her in a spectacular move and dodged the blow, stabbing Abaddon in the chest.
A masterstroke, even making Natasha proud.
Smiling the same way Abaddon did when she killed Stolas, Y/N stabbed the sword even deeper until she was close to her face and looked into those malignant eyes.
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“I was always superior to you, I just didn't want to settle for little... like you.” y/n whispered before violently removing the sword. The wound in her redhead's chest began to burn until she consumed it in a gasp of pain.
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Breathing deeply and trying to stand, Y/N changed her eyes and watched the demons around her.
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“Abaddon is gone. I am superior now, and I order you not to attack. Anyone who does something I don't like will burn like she did.” Y/N growled at them, looking at them with a murderous look.
The demons simply took a step back and lowered their heads, accepting the orders.
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“Does this mean we don't have to leave?” Natasha asked, frowning.
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They were about to leave the barrier when Y/N opened her eyes wide and raised her hand, stopping them.
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“Wait.” Y/N whispered.
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She knew that presence, one Y/N hadn't seen for a long time but knew was around.
After a few seconds, a flutter of wings was heard and all the demons quickly moved away, making room for her to pass.
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Slowly, that being walked towards Y/N with a unique elegance. Her curly brunette hair danced with every step she took, the armor shining like a sunny day. She was a great fighter; the long sword, bearer of truth.
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“I see you've gotten what you wanted.” Raphael said as she watched Abaddon’s ashes disappear. “Well done! I'm here to make sure you keep your deal.”
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“Y/N?” Tony frowned as Friday reminded him that the process was done, they were only one button away from leaving. “Is this about the deal?”
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“What deal?” Wanda frowned.
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“Lower beings should not interfere when adults speak.” Raphael watched Tony as if she were a bird of prey about to pounce on him. And Tony was about to answer, when Y/N intervened.
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“Wait.” The demon quickly said, expectant of the archangel Raphael's movements. “The deal is that she will be protected and safe. For her to be with her friends, I don't want her to-”
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“Hold on.” Raphael turned to look at her, letting out an incredulous chuckle. Those blue eyes made her shiver. “That wasn't in the deal. I told you we would take care of her, and that's because I'm here to take her.”
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Not being able to believe what she was hearing, Y/N looked down somewhat thoughtfully. “Take her where?”
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“We’ll keep an eye on the girl in Heaven, we can't let 'The Scarlet Witch' just wander around there like it's nothing.” Raphael rolled her eyes, walking around to see Wanda more closely, as if it were a 'thing'. “It is a very powerful weapon. And now its ours.”
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“Y/N? What is she talking about?” Wanda looked at Y/N, who was still somewhat pensive.
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“I don't care who you are. You're not taking her anywhere she doesn't want.” Steve stepped forward, holding his shield ready to defend the girl. Like everyone else, they took their place in front of Wanda.
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“The process has been completed.” Friday repeated.
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“Y/N?” Tony asked again, hoping for a quick answer. The screen warned over and over again that everything was ready.
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The tension increased again, no one knew what to do or how to react.
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“You know the place, right?” Y/N looked up and met Stark's eyes, who nodded knowing perfectly well what she meant. For a moment everyone believed that the problems had been solved, but apparently they had gotten worse.
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“Stark, don’t.” Wanda took a step forward, ready to leave the protection.
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“Now!” Y/N screamed and swung at the archangel, diverting her attention so they could escape.
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With a simple twist, so elegant and smooth, Raphael deflected Y/N's attack and stabbed the celestial sword into the demon's chest.
Opening her eyes wide, Y/N met Raphael's blue gaze and then fell to her knees.
A simple cut was already deadly, a stab to the heart of that shiny blade was eternal ruin.
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But nothing was as terrifying as Wanda's cry of pain, seeing the woman she loved dying, slowly fading away. A scream so powerful, that a scarlet witch energy escaped from her fingers with such force that it pushed Raphael and all the demons around her so hard.
The strength of that power made the archangel open her eyes big, terrified.
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Wanda couldn't stop crying, fighting with everyone to escape from their arms and go to her. With her last efforts, Y/N threw her sword into the protection so Natasha took it, holding it with some fear.
Giving one last look to Wanda, Y/N smiled slightly before disappearing into the ashes.
Without waiting another second, Tony pressed the button and all the suits activated, and they disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Leaving them behind.
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… And this part was for her, and this part was for her.
This part was for her, does she remember?
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Okay,I know. This was so long, and might be the saddest thing I've ever wrote?
But I hope you liked it, finished it on my bday! ✨✨
Finale is coming soon.
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Thank you so much for reading me, sweets! ✨ I'm working hard, but there are only two more left!
If you want me to tag you in the next chapters, just comment and I will. 🐝
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boy next door
“i guess you’re really the slut everyone says you are. that’s okay though, i kinda like that about you.”
shigaraki x fem reader
tags: loss of virginity, dubcon, paizuri, oral
being forced by your mom to befriend your neighbor’s weird kid is the worst thing to happen to you in a long time. you’ve always known shimura, the two of you had basically grown up together however, you were never close. you’d always been surrounded by friends or boys and he’d be alone, kicking the sand or doing something weird. it wasn’t until your mom caught you and your most recent fling laying horizontal on your bed, with his hands under your shirt, that she became dead set on fixing your behavior. she knew that tenko did good in school, but it was mostly because he had no social life. the guy was a practically a shut-in.
tenko appeared at your front door, accompanied by his mother, who was holding a basket of fruit as a gift for spending time with her son today. your mom had relayed the plan for today, she would go to the pachinko parlor for a few hours with shimura’s mom while the two of you hung out at your house. you glanced at shimura with a fake, but friendly smile. he doesn’t react.
“ok! we’re gonna head out so why don’t you two make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie or something!” your mom’s shrill voice rang in your ears as you mentally rolled you eyes. shimura was wearing a black hoodie with dark wash jeans. the hood covered his head while his pale blue hair hid his eyes. he just looked like the type of guy who’d be ecstatic over this situation. as if any girl would willingly hang out with this creep. the truth is you’d caught shimura looking up your skirt a few times at school. you’d be lying if you said that didn’t get you going a little, having some creep probably jack off to your cotton panties, but inviting him over to watch movies in your room was something that you would’ve never willingly done.
yet here he was, sitting on your bed watching some netflix movie you had randomly put on. when you asked shimura what movie he wanted to watch he shrugged and started unzipping his hoodie. his long sleeve shirt lay just under his collarbones, giving you a clean look at the defined divots. the film was dragging on, every moment was predictable. you paused the movie abruptly and scooted over to shimura’s side of the bed. “you don’t actually wanna be here, do you?” your eyebrows lifted as you asked him. he turned his head slightly to face you. “of course not, you think i really wanted to sit in your room and watch rom-coms for three hours?” his tone is flat. you laugh as you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “why don’t we do something fun then?” you smile at him, genuinely this time. his face still doesn’t change. “like what?”
you lean back on your left hand and undo the first button on your shirt. “like...i’ll let you touch my tits.”
his eyes widen, you can actually see the deep red of his pupils hiding beneath his hair. “r-really? you’re really gonna let me?” his voice is different now. he’s still quiet but the excitement in his voice is hard to miss. you smirk, “yeah, i’ll really let you touch ‘em.” as you unbutton the rest of you shirt, shimura has turned to completely face you, crimson eyes stare intently at your chest. when your lace bra comes into view, his tongue darts out to hydrate his bottom lip. he reaches a hand out to thumb the thin material. he swallows thickly. “can you take this off for me?” his voice quivers. you remove your blouse as well as the pretty black bra you may or may not have purposely put on in case something like this might have happened.
his eyes are on your naked chest now. “can you play with them first?” his question startles you. it surprised you that he would wanna see you touch yourself before him after his eager reaction to your suggestion. “sure.” you pinch your right nipple as your left hand grabs the skin of your left tit. shimura licks his lips again. his hand reaches out to press his index finger into your nipple. a poke turns into a pinch which turns into a greedy grope. his breathing is ragged and you can see his erection through the material of his jeans. both of his rugged hands are on the soft flesh of your breasts. you whimper softly at the feeling and he takes notice of what feels good and what doesn’t.
suddenly, he reaches a hand behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. his tongue immediately slips in, it’s so wet and messy and so hot, unlike all the bland, boring makeout sessions you’ve had with other guys in this very room. you try to pull away but the intensity of his mouth on yours reels you in, along with his moans. all you’re doing is kissing and he’s moaning like a girl. it makes your body get all hot and tingly. your hand reaches for his pants zipper but he pushes you down onto the bed, straddling you. shimura pulls away to take a good long look at you, tits out, face red from the lack of oxygen his kiss just gave you. he palms his crotch as he gazes over every inch of your body. when he pulls out his cock it’s practically crying. the amount of precum leaking from his tip drips hot splotches on your stomach.
“i wanna fuck those pretty tits, ok?” his voice is different again. this time it’s greedy. he settles right beneath your chest, dick stroking slowly. he pushes your tits together around his pulsing cock. his hips thrust aggressively against you. your tongue darts out to kiss the tip as it bump against your mouth. shimura’s moans are loud and needy, it makes your cunt weep. “i fucking love these tits. i fucking love you.” his eyes roll back into his head as he grinds his tip into your tongue. “fuck, can i fuck your pussy too? i swear i’ll pull out.”
he slides off your soiled panties, holding them up and getting a good look at the translucent fabric. “geez, you’re practically beggin me to fill you up, huh?” now you’re embarrassed. shimura’s not like other guys you’ve been with. they’re all greedy and nasty but shimura’s not afraid to show it, and that part of him makes him so much more desirable because you know how much he’s enjoying himself right now. he pockets your panties and rubs his leaky tip through your folds. the head of his dick snags your clit, sending shivers through your body. he’s taking his time rubbing himself along the outside of your cunt. “can you just put it in already?” he was right, you are begging for him. tenko laughs, “i guess you’re really the slut everyone says you are. that’s okay though, i kinda like that about you.” you scowl but loosen up once his tip prods your entrance. he kisses you sloppily one last time before thrusting his dick into you.
he’s so rough and his inexperience is showing through his erratic rhythm. his head is buried into the crook of your neck, he’s moaning into your ear, filling your head and making you weak. for a weird guy he has such pretty moans. his pace is slowing as he becomes surprisingly gentle. he’s kissing your neck and it starts to feel like the two of you are having more than a quick hookup. you know it’s not like that but when he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are narrowed and his mouth is slightly agape, small moans and curses are falling right out. it’s making your face burn.
“you feel so good. it’s ok if i do it inside right? please. please.” he’s babbling as his dick twitches inside you. you know he’s about to cum even before he starts begging. “you said you’d pull out.” you whisper against his lips. “but you feel so good. come on, it’s just once. don’t worry i’ll fuck it right back out of you.” he smirks as he quickens his pace. your legs wrap instinctively around his waist, bringing his hips closer to yours despite your protest to his pleas. he’s deepstroking so intensely you can practically feel his tip kissing your womb.
“fuck, gonna cum. let me see those pretty tits again.” he flattens his tongue against your sensitive nipple as his hot cum spurts inside your aching cunt. you snake a hand between your bodies and rub your clit, trying to follow his orgasm. tenko quickly replaces your hand with his, he rubs your clit with his thumb so slow yet so good. you’re cumming within seconds. you’re moaning his name as he finishes you off with his fingers. before you know it he’s kissing you again with the same greedy attitude as the times before. when he reaches down for your clit again you toss your head back. “i fucking love this pussy.” he says while kissing down your throat, leaving small hickies on your collarbones. his lips are at your stomach now and he leaves a kiss under your belly button. and then another underneath that one, and before you know it his tongue is lapping up your arousal. he’s about to go deeper until you hear the sound of the front door open.
you quickly meet his eyes while hopping up to get dressed before your mom sees the two of you. you’re hastily buttoning your top when you notice tenko propped up on one elbow, pants still unzipped, staring at the length of your skirt. “what are you doing? my mom is gonna be in here any second.” you try whispering but your frustration comes through louder. he rolls his eyes and begins buttoning his jeans. you’re leaning over your desk, looking in the mirror trying to fix your hair and smudged mascara when you feel tenko kneeling behind you. you can also hear the sound of your mom’s footsteps on the stairs. “get the fuck up. do you want to get ca-” you gasp when you feel his tongue against your cunt again. you close your eyes feeling his hot mouth against your clit. his hands come up to put your lace panties back on, the ones he stole off you earlier. “thought i should give these back before your mom sees what’s leftover from what we did earlier.” he gets back up to turn the movie back on, leaving your legs shaking from his teasing.
you’re about to turn around to reprimand him but your mom walks in. her eyes look around the room and she smiles. “i’m glad the two of you are getting along. tenko, your mom is waiting for you. thanks for spending the day with my daughter she could really use a good influence.” he smirks at her words of grattitude. “please, it was my pleasure.”
#tenko shimura#shigaraki#shigaraki smut#shigaraki x reader#tenko smut#tenko shimura smut#shimura tenko smut#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki tomura smut#tomura shigaraki smut#mha smut#mha x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#tenko shimura x reader#shimura tenko x reader#mha#my hero academia#my hero academia smut#my hero academia x reader
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some twst headcanons i have!!
(mostly for characters' appearances)
◍ Rook has dimples
◍ Deuce had multiple ear piercings during his delinquent phase, he no longer wears them
◍ Cater actually has brown hair and just dyes it ginger. he also likes to change his hairstyle every couple of months. sometimes he dyes it differently, sometimes he has different bangs, sometimes he just has something completely new
◍ Kalim, seeing Cater's and Lilia's dyed hair, also wanted to try. you can guess what Jamil's reaction was
◍ sometimes pop music club just get together and paint each other's nails all evening
◍ Riddle has freckles
◍ Epel has long eyelashes
◍ Ortho and Idia have a greek nose
◍ Idia is transmasc. he just is. idk this is like one of my two main gender/sexuality hcs for twst cast (the other one is Vil using he/she pronouns but that's practically canon so)
◍ Malleus has black scales on his body. aside from the canon ones on his forehead, he also has some on his spine, around his shoulder blades and a little bit on his arms
◍ also his nails are just naturally black, he doesn't paint them
◍ many characters have scars:
- Deuce: a few scars on his hands and one on his lips that are left from his delinquent phase
- Epel: a small scar on his forehead under his bangs from the time he fell and hit his head as a kid, as well as a couple tiny scars on his fingers from when he was just learning apple carving
- Ace: small scars on his hands, elbows and knees, also from falling a bit too hard
- Ruggie: a few scars on his hands and knees. also has calluses on his hands
- Lilia: multiple different scars from the war. they weren't able to fully heal, since they were left by iron weapons
- Rook: scars all around his body from all the harsh training he endured as a kid. he used to have calluses on his hands, but Vil gave him a list of hand creams with instructions on how to use them, so his hands are more soft now
- Idia: a scar on his arm from encountering a phantom as a kid
that is not all, i just don't have any specific ideas for the rest
◍ Vil has moles on his right hand and on his collarbone (both of which Rook loves to kiss quite a lot)
◍ Azul has horizontal pupils
◍ he also has a lot of moles on his body
◍ Idia doesn't like his fire hair (for multiple reasons), but there is one good thing about it – it doesn't require any care at all
◍ Ruggie has vitiligo
◍ i really liked people's hcs of Leona having dreadlocks with gold jewelry so im adopting it
◍ Rook, Azul and Sebek are ambidextrous
◍ after a long day (and if she doesn't have any other plans) Vil likes to take a long bath
#✧ame.txt#twst#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#oh god i have to tag all of them#riddle rosehearts#ace trappola#deuce spade#cater diamond#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#azul ashengrotto#kalim al asim#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#(just a tiny bit of)#rookvil#epel felmier#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#sebek zigvolt
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One of the many things that bothered me about Moro was that he didn't look goaty enough. (I honestly LIKED Moro's design, but.. but let me complain a little bit)
For an anthromorphic goat, he had too much of human and too little of goat in his design- and GUYS YOU HAVE A GOAT, AN ANIMAL OFTEN USED AS A SYMBOL OF SATAN, AS A VILLAIN, MAKE MOST OF IT. TRY HARDER.
Make him less like a human: make him huge, make his hulking form more crooked, his body proportions all weird and distorted, make him look ancient and insane, give him horizontal pupils and goat legs so he looks more like a beast- idk you're the professional Toyotaro you can make it better than me
They had a perfect opportunity to make a creepy scary-looking villain.. and he looked less and less like a goat as he got stronger, how come he looks the least intimidating in his final PERFECT CELL form
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Now that I have a writing blog as well as a lurking blog I can finally showcase my appreciation to my favourite authors who inspired me to start writing.
This is a gift for @ceilidho because I am ready to commit arson for you <3.
Ikea!Soap/Creepy Coworker!Soap IS @ceilidho ‘s IDEA! FULL CREDIT TO HER IT IS SO FANTASTIC I WILL EAT MY SCREEN. There is so much juicy content on her blog iswtg I will combust. Adults go check it out you will not regret it!
- This is alternate AU where the Christmas party doesn’t happen, instead its New Years being celebrated. (We don’t celebrate Christmas here but New Years is a really big thing)
Not proof read.
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TW Non-Consensual Contact | TW 18+ | TW Near Panic Attack
So anyways hehe on the theme of gift giving.
Shivers slowly trot down your spine, you feel a leaden punty of panic manifest itself in your diaphragm as you sweat cold like condensed metal. There’s eyes on you, there are always eyes on you. An unforgettable gelid pair of blue ponds surrounding a pinprick pupil that track you everywhere you go.
One would think you’d be used to Johnny’s attention by now, both kind and unkind. But recently he’s been acting especially unsettling. These past few days he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t help you throw out the trash, he just stares… and grins, his breathing heavy.
It started a few weeks ago, when you decided to work overtime to later take a little break and greet the New Years away from work, in the comfort of you own apartment. No one except management should have known of your plans, but of course nothing is confidential for their sweet golden boy. Soap sniffed out your shift change so fast you’d wondered if he had a past with drug abuse, as it was his arms that suffocated you on your second evening shift.
Stacking boxes your soul flinched out of your body when two limbs wrapped around your torso like snares on a hare’s neck. Even through the multiple layers of cloth you could feel the heat of his forearms on your abdomen, molten rock flowing through his veins keeping his muscles taught. His chest pinned yours against the steel frame of the fifteen meter shelving unit but the grip of his arms remained, forcing you into an awkward arching position as he curved himself over your back.
“Hey bonnie!”
The Scotts cheery voice all but lashed through the echoey establishment, like the crack of a whip. It’s dark, cold and wet outside, snow turning into slag tainting everything from cars to shoes, much like Johnny’s doing to you; ironic considering his callsign. But there’s practically no customers in conditions like these, meaning your coworkers wouldn’t need to come to the back to look for something, meaning your trapped in here, alone, with a man at least twice your size.
You don’t say anything back, still reeling from having your quiet, meditative moment interrupted by what feels like a hydraulic press. But there’s a soft yet hard object pressing to your front? You look down to see what it is but your own chest is smack dab against the shelving unit blocking your view. Your hips are arched away from it allowing him to adjust something? Is he measuring your torso? What’s happening ?
There’s too many things going on, heavy breathing in your ear, the heat against your back and the frigid metal against your front. One of his hands is moving something along your abdomen, another feels up your womb area and then your crotch? You yelp at that and are about to scream but he shoves you against the steel harder, and knocks the breath out of your chest, but his hand doesn’t go any further.
“Shh, shh, sorry pretty, just makin’ some introductions dinnae worry yer wee head about it”.
A clack resonates through the space, and less than half a meter away you can see a black marker cap rolling away on the floor. What the actual fuck is happening. He feels you up some more, then his hand moves back and forth horizontally as if to mark something and just like that he lets you go.
The situation lasted 3 minutes tops and yet now you know what sharks feel like when they’re pulled out the water, microchipped and thrown back in. You turn around and Soap’s got his back to you he’s kneeling down to pick up the marker cap, there’s something in his hand but its wrapped in white cloth. He closes the marker and rotates a little just to face you.
“Hope you’ve liked meeting your namesake, lass. I know she was honoured for sure!” He leaves then, laughing lightly to himself, flushed and giddy. Your namesake? Did he mean the-
It’s finally time for your much needed break from work, and certain blue eyed men with separation anxiety. At the end of your shift you carefully quick walk to your car before a hand on your shoulder stops you. Speak of the devil.
“Wey bonnie, why are ye in such a hurry to leave huh?”
You’re surprised he actually talked to you after weeks of silence, but you’re also exhausted.
“Soap, what do you need I-,”
He stops you mid sentence by thrusting a sizeable wrapped box into your hands, a charming, large blue bow sitting at the top, as if preening.
“I know yer takin’ days off, but I bought a lil somethin’ for ya. Hope you enjoy it, I really do.”
Well thats actually sweet of him. Granted you don’t know what’s actually in the box. But its still nice that he cared enough to give it to you!
He sends you off with a tight hug and a smirk; gleaming snarl in the night.
Back at your apartment you’re so hungry that you forget about his sincerity for a while. Before the reflection of the bow in your mirror catches your eye, you don’t have a lot of blue in your apartment and this one’s the same shade as his eyes.
A little excited you unwrap the box and lift up the lid only to freeze appalled when your greeted by a dick. It’s a dick, a cock in a box, Soap has gifted you a dildo. Yeah he’s mentioned you being irritated in the past, how a “good shag’ll put ye right in yer place,” but what the fuck.
Come to think of it, it’s strangely realistic: with veins and even moles. The heads a light pink and the base…looks like his skin colour.
Weeks ago, Soap was about a hair’s length away from having an aneurism when he looked at the fleshlight in his hands. A black line marking its plastic flesh, from his feeling up he reckoned that’s about where your womb should be. Quite clearly you wouldn’t be able to take all of him but he reckoned that’s nothing a little practice couldn’t fix. And hey, since he had a version of you to greet New Year’s with, why doesn’t he gift you a version of him that you can cherish too <3.
#cod x reader#dark cod x reader#dark soap x reader#full credit to ceilidho for Ikea!Soap/Creepy Coworker Soap#mature themes#john soap mactavish x reader#noncon contact#non-consensual touching#TW#cuffsdrabbles#gift for ceilidho#creepy behaviour#TW near panic attack#18+
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just a little bit
rating: general
characters: technoblade, dream
tags: hurt/comfort, amputation, torture mentions, aftermath of torture, sheep hybrid dream
Techno did his best not to look at Dream. He couldn’t. If he did, he would lose focus, have one more thing adding to the rage and grief that was building up in his chest, feeling like a weight that was crushing him. All he could was hold Dream against him as he nudged Carl into a gallop. In his arms, Dream shuddered weakly.
“How’s it feel to see the sky again?” Techno asked because he had to say something and this should’ve been a good moment and not covered in blood and sorrow.
Dream let out a breath. The pain in it was evident.
“It—It feels great,” he said, weakly, each word forced out.
Techno wanted to look down then but instead held onto the reins tighter. When he spoke, his voice was thick and wavering.
“Yeah, I bet, man.”
In the gentle light of the cabin, it was impossible not to look. If Techno wanted to help, then he had to. He took a deep breath and knelt next to the couch. Dream’s curly hair was matted and dirty to the point Techno wasn’t certain what color it was; in the cell the light had been to dim to tell. Both of his horns were broken and Techno was certain that hadn’t been the case when he had left Dream.
The missing leg was new, too.
Techno rocked back on his hooves and rubbed a hand over his snout.
“Dang it.”
“Wh—What?”
Dream didn’t seem as if he fully knew where he was at the moment, let alone present enough to parse the situation. He was merely responding to the fact Techno had spoken, eyes glassy and unfocused. Patting his hand, Techno forced a smile.
“Nothin’, Dream,” he said. “I just realized I’m gonna have to use up my stock of healin’ potions on you.”
“…don’t need any,” said Dream, words slurred and arms shaking as he tried to push himself upright on the couch.
“Nah, nah, don’t do that, alright, Dream.” As carefully as he could, Techno pushed him back. “You just stay still before you hurt yourself.”
A weak sigh escaped Dream. It had a tinge of annoyance that made Techno smile as he got up. The potion on the brewing stand was a strength potion and he set it aside. He couldn’t have brought all his health potions, right? He dug through the nearby chest until he found what he was looking for.
“Ah ha,” he said, holding the potion up in Dream’s direction. Dream’s eyes were partially closed, horizontal pupils disappearing behind his lids. He was so still that for a moment Techno thought he was dead. “Dream?”
He moved to the couch and touched Dream’s shoulder. Part of Techno was expecting him to be startled, tensing in case Dream lashed out, but there was nothing other Dream slowly opening his eyes. Techno wasn’t certain Dream was even seeing him.
“Hey, man, don’t go passin’ out on me.” Techno sat on the edge of the couch. The only reason he could fit was because Dream had lost most of his body weight and barely took up any space. “You wanna sit up so you can take this healin’ potion?”
Dream sniffed.
“No.”
“Heh?” Techno blinked. “Not gonna lie, Dream, you look like you’re on death’s door. You need somethin’.”
“Are you—Are you serious, Technoblade?”
Uh oh, full name, thought Techno and stayed silent, letting Dream continue his rant.
“They cut my fucking leg off, Techno. What is your—What is your stupid potion going to do?”
Techno shifted on the couch. It squeaked a little beneath his weight.
“Well, you’re not wrong there, Dream. I can’t regrow your leg.”
“No shit, idiot.”
A sheen of sweat covered Dream’s pale skin; just speaking like this was draining him.
“However, you’re bleedin’ all over my dang couch and if you’re gonna clean it up later, I need you alive, alright, man?”
An incredulous look settled on Dream’s face and he gave a huff that was almost like a laugh.
“Whatever,” he said.
It was acquiescence. Techno placed his hand behind Dream’s back – the jumpsuit damp from blood and sweat – and helped him sit up. He couldn’t tell if the minimal effort from Dream was stubbornness or a genuine inability to move. Neither would’ve surprised him.
“Here.”
Techno held the potion up to Dream’s mouth. Both his hands and lips were trembling and after a moment, Techno tipped it back for him, pouring the liquid into his mouth. He was hoping for an immediate improvement but the only clear sign the potion had any effect was some of the larger wounds knitting closed. All the bruises remained.
“See, that’s better, yeah?” asked Techno, knowing that it wasn’t, not really, but hoping beyond hope that there was some silver lining, as he gently tugged on one of Dream’s soft, diamond shaped ears. His smile was still forced.
“No.”
His voice broke despite how hard Dream was working to stop it.
“They cut off my leg,” Dream repeated. “He—He burned my horns off, Techno. They’re—They won’t grow back. It’s never going to be better.”
Techno’s eyes flicked to the top of Dream’s head. He had noticed the missing horns right away but he hadn’t looked closer. The thick, curly hair had hidden the damage. Techno pushed it back; the burns were shiny and ugly, the hair around singed. What had been done to Dream in that prison had irrevocably changed him, in more ways than one. It made Techno’s chest hurt and without thinking, he pulled Dream into a hug.
And just like earlier, Dream’s reaction wasn’t what Techno expected.
Dream tensed for a brief moment but then sagged against Techno, wrapping his thin and shaking arms around him. His remaining fingers were thin and boney and dug into Techno’s shoulders as if he was holding on for dear life.
Dream was holding back the sobs.
Then he couldn’t anymore.
Tightening his grip as best he could without hurting Dream, Techno dipped his head down to rest his chin on Dream’s shoulder, afraid anything else would be painful.
“It’s gonna be okay, Dream, it’s gonna be okay.”
The words felt hollow but Techno meant them.
“You’re a—a really bad liar, Techno,” Dream said, voice full of phlegm, words broken up by hiccupping sobs.
“I can’t believe you’re callin’ me a lair, man, I’m offended.” Techno nudged the side of Dream’s head with his snout. “Technoblade never lies.”
“That’s—That’s so dumb.” The crying had lessened. Just a little, but it was something. Dream pressed his face into Techno’s shoulder. He took a deep breath. “Are you being serious?”
The words were so quiet that if Techno hadn’t been hugging him, he wouldn’t have heard them.
“Dream, I’m bein’ so serious right now,” said Techno, pulling back and holding Dream by the arms. His green eyes were red and swollen around the rims. “Look at me, do you see how sincere I am? Do you?”
“Y-yeah, whatever.”
“Do you believe me? Hmmm?”
A ghost of a smile crossed Dream’s face and disappeared almost immediately. But it was there, even for a moment.
It wouldn’t be okay, not anytime soon, and Dream wasn’t sure it ever would be, but he wanted to believe Techno and so he would try, at least a little.
“Alright, fine, yeah.”
Techno smiled, genuine.
“See, I knew you’d come around,” he said, “but we gotta get you another healin’ potion, man, you’re still bleedin’ all over my couch.”
#this is a commission but i don't remember the url on here i'm SO SO SORRY#technoblade#dreamwastaken#dsmp fanfic#dream smp#rivals duo#rivalsblr
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Albedo in his show outfit and galvan attire along with some headcanons bc yes
So me and my friend decided to draw our Albedo headcanon so here's mine, the galvan attire is kinda like how would he dress up as if he redeemed himself
Here's my Albedo headcanons
The ultimatrix is actually harmful to the wielder and those red lines thing is the Trix corrupting the user and Albedo later on used it so much it straight up damaged him permanently (if I were to draw Ben with ultimatrix he would have smh similar too)
Horizontal pupils and sharp tooth from his attempt to turn back to a galvan
Those ahoges are supposed to represent those whiskers/tendrils that Albedo have as a galvan
Hidden scars from all sorts of factors like explosion, shattered glass flying towards him, literally fell down too much, etc
He actually likes his current outfit
He either ag5e like a galvan or doesn't age at all on the outside
Here are some headcanons that don't make their way to his physical appearance
Ass tiger parents that love his grades more than him
Likes to read angst story with a happy ending
Seen Azmuth as a father figure before becoming Ben's imperfect clone
He has an estranged cousin, that I suspect is Luhley
Have superiority complex and possibly PTSD
#ben 10 albedo#mah boi albedo#albedo#albedo ben 10#ben 10 ultimate alien#ben 10#b10#ben 10 fanart#ben 10 headcanon
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Quick question: what are Falst's defining characteristics as a Ferin that lets people quickly identify him as such the moment they meet him? I know he has the tail, but there seem to be moments when characters recognize him from the face alone - are his ears and fluffier hair that much of a sign (compared to Alinua's pointy ears and floofy hair)? I assumed that maybe he was just a little hairier too, but the recent updates have shown otherwise.
Aside from the obvious things like the claws and the tail, the ears and fluffy hair are a pretty solid tell - elf-ears look very different, more tapered and thing, and he is overall fuzzier and pointier than a human - but the main thing people clock are his eyes.
Ferin often have very animalistic eyes - horizontal pupils in ungulate-based ones, extremely dark sclera, stuff like that. Slit pupils are a pretty big tell that are almost exclusively found on reptile- or feline-based ferin, and his irises are pale enough that it's easy to spot. He also can't cover or hide them as easily as the rest of him.
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...Belos?
What's that? Not an entire month between chapters? Huh, weird.
New Chapter Excerpt below the cut! (Please give me lots of love and comments please. My life is making me sad and I needed it)
Excerpt:
Wake up before the sun rises, shake off the nightmares, then train.
He’s free.
Train until his body gives out or Flapjack starts yelling at him. Rest and recover, clean himself up and prepare a serving of rations for breakfast. They’re bland and tasteless.
This is freedom.
Perform the needed chores- clean the dishes, take inventory of the remaining supplies, and wash his clothes if required.
He has to do this… No. He chooses to do this. Because he has the freedom to choose.
And he chooses the exact same thing. Every morning, rinse and repeat. Again and again.
His choice.
After he's finished his morning routine he researches.
And researches.
And researches.
He’s…
So tired.
This morning's nightmare was a different flavour of horrible. Instead of Belos, instead of chains, he dreamt of death and boiling seawater.
He dreamt of the mer-person's final moments, but the complete opposite of how it happened in reality.
In Hunter's nightmare, it's his own gloved hands gripping tight onto their throat. He's submerged in the tank with the mer-person, boiling, boiling, boiling, as he squeezes tighter and tighter staring into their eyes.
Except their eyes aren't yellow-teal with a horizontal pupil like a mer-person's should be.
They're magenta. Magenta like-
"End me like my others"
He squeezes and boils and stares into too-familiar eyes before waking up hot and shivering, soaked in a fevered sweat knowing in his heart that it's going to be one of those weeks.
#the owl house#toh hunter#toh#hunter toh#hunter noceda#hunter the golden guard#toh fanfic#hunter toh fanfic#angst and humour#angst and humor#angst#toh darius#toh belos
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Azul has been getting closer to you lately. He even feels comfortable showing his mer form to you... but when he does, when he sees your tiny self being held in his hands, he just can't keep his mouth from watering...
Includes: soft/safe vore, willing prey (also this is my first time writing smth like this so I'm not sure how good it'll be lol)
★✦Closer Than Ever Before✦★
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
You had known Azul was larger than a human when in his mer form, but... you had not known just how much larger he was...
You were about the size of the palm of his hand. It was just a bit scary, but at the same time, you felt... safe around him. Like he could protect you from whatever wished to do you harm.
"You look really pretty, Azul!" You happily told him. His blue eyes, his horizontal pupils, his wavy grey hair... Azul blushed a cerulean shade.
"Ah, uh, thank you (Y/N)..." He said, raising his tentacles out of the water to hide his face. "You... you smell nice. And I bet you taste even better-" Azul quickly stopped talking. "I mean... I-I only said that because I would be able to taste you if I held you in my tentacles! That's all!"
"Really?" You asked. "That's interesting." You sat down on Azul's hand.
"You think it's... interesting?" Azul asked. "...t-thank you."
There was a slight growling sound from somewhere below you, but you didn't hear it over the restless water.
"Could I see your mouth?" You asked.
"Eh-?! What?! Why... why would you want that...?" Azul asked. "...alright, I suppose..."
Azul brought his hands up to his face. You were amazed at just how gigantic he was. You placed your hands on his lips, trying to get a look at his teeth and the inside of his mouth. It would be just fascinating to see what's inside...
"Can you open your mouth, please?" You sweetly asked.
"With all do respect (Y/N) that is not a good idea." Azul quickly whispered.
"C'mon, it'll be fine!" You excitedly said. "It's not like I'm your prey or anything!"
You were wrong with that statement. Merfolk generally just eat anything that's smaller than them... and in the case of Azul, well, that includes humans. Humans like you. Exactly like you, actually. Specifically you. You look so small, so precious, so delicate, so... delicious... you would taste so good, you would fill him up instantly. Would it really be that bad if he just...
"Alright, I... I guess you can look inside." Azul blushed profusely. He nervously opened his mouth to let you see inside.
One of his teeth was as big as your head. You couldn't believe how small you were in comparison to Azul... his mouth was almost like some kind of squishy blue cave. You placed your hand down on his tongue for a second, just to see what it would feel like.
Azul quickly jerked his hands away from his mouth. He didn't want you to be inside of him, he didn't need more temptation.
"Hm? Is something wrong, Azul?" You asked. There was a certain look in his eyes, and you noticed a bit of drool escaping from his lips. "You don't look too good right now..."
There was another growl, a sound of anticipation, anticipation of a tiny squirming snack, hidden by the crashing of the waves.
You'd failed to notice Azul raising his tentacles up to where his hands were. You only noticed when he started wrapping them around you. Azul started breathing heavily as his tentacle slipped under your shirt, as he felt your bare skin- as he tasted your bare skin.
"You taste just as wonderful as I'd imagined, (Y/N)~"
"That's a weird thing to say!" You told him.
"I can't knowingly eat you..."
"Wait what-"
"Maybe if I close my eyes... pretend some poor little fish wandered into my territory..." He chuckled to himself. "Maybe that would help..."
Azul let go of you, and you fell into the water. He sank into the water, and what he had just said really hit you. Was he really going to...?
You heard something- no, someone, getting closer to you from beneath the water, and then-
The jaws snap shut around you.
"W-wait, Azul-!"
Before you could even say anything, he swallowed. He gulped you down along with the water that was in his mouth.
As the muscles all around you pulled you downwards, you couldn't help but feel a sense of... calmness, almost. The rhythmic beating of his heart...s, his steady breathing... even the way you were being pulled deeper felt strangely... comforting. You're not sure why.
You felt your feet enter an open space.
Oh, you're there already?
You were interested to see what awaited you... you've never been this excited to be eaten before (to be fair, you've never been eaten before)
Slowly, the rest of your body entered the fleshy blue cavern. The water you'd been swallowed along with sort of made it feel like you were in a very small personal pool. It was actually quite cold... he is cold blooded, you probably should've expected that.
"I did it..." Azul's muffled voice said. "I... I actually did it."
You placed your hand on the wall of pulsating, squishy flesh... you tried your best to move around and readjust yourself, but as you did, you heard what almost sounded like a moan of pleasure from Azul. Oh, he likes this?
"Wait, what am I thinking?!" He suddenly yelled. "I just ate them! I have to get them out!"
"No, wait!" You weren't sure if he'd even be able to hear you, with the thick layer of muscle between the two of you, but you yelled out anyways. "I kinda like it in here!"
"...you... like it...?" Azul asked. "In my stomach...?"
"Yeah, I... I-I guess..."
"I could... I could keep you in there a bit longer, if you'd like." Azul offered. "I'd certainly enjoy it- No, what am I saying?? I'm getting you out of there, (Y/N)."
"Boo."
The next day, Azul approached you in the hallway.
"(Y/N), a moment?"
"Oh yeah, sure."
The two of you entered an empty classroom, supposedly to talk about... you know, everything that happened yesterday.
"(Y/N)... you, um, you won't say anything about what happened yesterday to... anyone... will you...?" Azul awkwardly asked.
"Of course I won't." You smiled.
"Oh thank the Seven..." He sighed in relief. "I'm very sorry about what happened to you, by the way... I'm embarrassed I let that happen."
"No, it's fine!" You said. "It was kind of calming, y'know...? I could hear your breathing, and your hearts beating... there was a lot of ambient noise. It was nice!" You tried to explain.
"It was?" Azul asked, a hand on his chest. "I was actually considering asking... if you'd like to do that again sometime. I quite enjoyed it..." He whispered.
"Did I taste good?" You asked. "That's probably a strange thing to ask, but I'm genuinely curious."
"You were... y-you tasted very good, though kind of salty." Azul told you, a blush on his face. "Now, let's never talk about this in public again."
"Agreed." You laughed under your breath.
You had wanted to get closer to Azul.
And, well, safe to say you have... just not in the way you expected.
#first post abt this idk how to tag it#soft vore#safe vore#twst vore#hngg giant octo-mer azul my beloved#twisted wonderland vore#gt vore#azul ashengrotto#v.ore#v/ore#sfw vore#v0re
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Random Human-AU character-design notes, some of which probably won't make sense to anyone else since I haven't actually properly designed them yet.
Whenua is bald, even before becoming a Turaga.
Vezon looks basically the same as Vezok but thinner and younger. The Ignika is fused to his mechanical skeleton (since the MU inhabitants are actually extremely humanlike robots).
Masks are replaced with geometric, "artificial"-looking face markings that roughly resemble the canon mask designs, sometimes supplemented with other things (e.g Onua has a series of horizontal lines on his cheeks, along with two beads threaded into his beard that match up with the small circular holes on the Pakari's chin); the markings glow when the characters use their mask powers. The Inika's are smoother and more natural-looking.
Nidhiki, the Hordika, the Rahaga, the Barraki and the Mistika Makuta are all animal-human hybrids with varying degrees of (semi-technological) body-horror. Pre-mutation they just look like the rest of the MU's highly-humanlike beings. The eel-mode Piraka also look more fishlike rather than just being disembodied heads and spines. Since the Magnans are actual humans, the Vorox and Zesk are fully organic and have some actual body-horror going on, with insectoid mandibles made of bone, arm-like tails, and extra eyes with uneven sockets and distorted pupils.
Spinax looks like a wolf made out of crustacean parts.
The VNRT have stitched together, decayed "skin" that leaves their endoskeletons partially exposed, with outsized limb-sockets visibly attached with crude weld-trails and irregularly-placed rivets. Their weapons are attached to their wrist-sockets. Also their eyes are pitch-black, as a reference to their set-forms' lack of eyestalks and also partially due to author-appeal.
The Inika have glowing lines extending back from their fingertips, all the way up to their wrists; the lines' shapes match with their respective elements (Jaller's are curved like flames; Hahli's flow like waves, with bubble-like circles mixed in; Nuparu's resemble crystalline facets; Kongu's look like stylised clouds, with lots of swirls and spirals; Hewkii's resemble cracked stone; Matoro's are long and jagged, with small points that branch off). Upon becoming the Mahri, the lines stop glowing, becoming markings that are slightly lighter than their regular skin tone.
While wearing the Adaptive Armour, the Toa Nuva look like more solid versions of their 2008 set forms, with different proportions.
The Vahki look like their LOMN designs; the Maxilos robots look like their set-forms, but slightly more "filled in" and with extra details like a glowing mouth-grille in their "mouth", and bioluminescent barnacles growing on parts of them.
Roodaka wears the Makuta-stone fragment as a necklace.
Tuyet's hair is based on Galva's original Mask of Intangibility design. Her Toa Empire counterpart has it tied back.
Av-Matoran (and, by extension, Shadow Matoran) have exotic hair-colours, as opposed to everyone else whose hair is more realistically-coloured (with a few exceptions who explicitly have dyed hair, e.g Dalu). Shadow Matoran have darker hair that fades to dark-grey towards the tips. Takua's hair changes from teal to literally-golden when he becomes Takanuva.
Toa Tools that "replace" the arm/hand of a character (e.g Hewkii's Cordak Blaster, Pohatu's propeller things) are either just handheld or take the form of gauntlets (in terms of the examples, the former is handheld and the latter become gauntlets).
Toa Ignika looks a lot more artificial than everyone else, with a wood-like texture on his body and frame, visible joints on his hands and limbs, and no face underneath his mask.
Mata Nui's form while on Spherus Magna looks like an animate sandstone statue with faded paint.
Shapeshifted Makuta retain some element of their main form (e.g Antroz's vehicle-piloting form (which, in this AU, is his default form) looks like his main '08 form but smaller and without the additional vampire-y bits; Miserix has feathers resembling his main form's hair).
Hydraxon's helmet covers his entire head and face, and has opaque lenses. Dekar!Hydraxon looks exactly the same underneath the helmet, but without a beard and with red eyes instead of green.
After being possessed by a Krana, Lewa has a marking on his face where it was; this vanishes when he becomes a Toa Nuva.
Annona is still a horrifying eldritch monstrosity.
Marendar looks like a heavily mutated human with mechanical parts sticking out of its body.
Prior to going to Karzahni, Velika's Matoran form looked almost exactly like he did as a Great Being, but shorter.
Helryx's "skin" has mostly disintegrated, with her face and some of her torso being the most intact parts; her upper arms and thighs have their exposed endoskeletons wrapped in cloth and leather, and strange hoses connect from her abdomen into her face. Her hair is mostly missing.
Pohatu's sideburns turn into a full beard when he becomes a Toa Nuva.
While Onua is technically one of the tallest Toa Nuva, he's hunched over so he looks a lot shorter.
Scopes are attached like eyepatches; when Nuju becomes a Hordika, his scope fuses into his head. Instead of losing the scope when he becomes a Turaga, he accidentally drops it in the ocean while taking the Matoran Spheres to Mata Nui and doesn't notice until he gets there.
Sidorak is balding and has a large beard.
Keetongu is a big bug.
Krakua is old.
This isn't a design note, but love is canon and Axonn X Brutaka not only happened, but they're also canonically divorced.
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