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classicconundrum · 1 year
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finally ive read venom inc. and finally i completely understand symbiot3
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bro
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bro litterly just kiss man
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ihavenorightstocry · 1 year
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Some screen shots of flash Thompson
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shibanagame · 4 days
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Brunnhilde Valkyrie and Flash Thompson Agent Venom commission art by Stephanie Hans at Japan Comic Art Expo 2023
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munariplans · 4 months
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a favour to fury, pt. 2 | natasha romanoff
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synopsis: part 2 based upon this request! or, in which natasha helps venomised!reader get back on her feet after the trauma of the symbiote.
natasha romanoff x venomised! spidey! reader
word count: 4.4k words
warnings: brief graphic descriptions of violence
read part 1 here
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up until this point in your life, you had been an avenger for almost a decade, and an agent of SHIELD for even longer. you were confident to say that you had been in your fair share of fights, endured your fair share of pain and struggle. and you had been triumphant in conquesting all of it so far; you had gotten here, after all. 
but at the precise point where your eye met natasha’s fearful, heartbroken ones, at the sight of your body fighting off the symbiote from taking over, you swore there had never been a fight and struggle more personally difficult than the one you were on. 
everything hurt; physically and mentally. the symbiote, venom, as it had introduced itself to you through morbid dreams and voices in your head, was not giving in. it wanted to take over the world, wanted you to take over the world as its host. it wanted to hurt everyone you loved, to get back at fury and norman osborn for all the tests and torture it had put the both of you through. 
and venom was a much stronger opponent than what your spider serum could endure and fight physically. it was inevitable that it could take over your body eventually; you just dearly hoped it didn’t happen when natasha was around. not to mention venom was ruthless and hungry for blood; something which you had no choice but to indulge with the remaining lab workers of oscorp who had unfortunately come in illegally to gather any scraps of tests they could, ever since being banned by fury. 
natasha caught you right as venom was satisfied and retreating into your body. 
it’s her. more. more blood. “no,” you groaned, begging venom, “please, no, not her.” 
natasha carefully sidestepped the bodies, fighting hard to control the bile that had gathered in her throat. it was an abhorrent sight for a pregnant woman to see and go through. “i’m here, baby, please, talk to me.”
why can’t we eat her, too? in my planet, we eat the ones we love. “natasha, i’m not joking around. get away from me.” 
but then natasha’s touch met venom, the suit that had enveloped your body, and you shouted in fear of what was to come.
nothing came. venom somehow remained frozen. you took the opportunity to speak to venom, “please, if there is one person that we cannot hurt, no matter what, please let it be her, okay? i don’t care what you put me through to get to the others. just. not. her.”
we have a deal. venom retreated, leaving a shivering husk of the person you were to natasha. but it was enough; as she immediately embraced you and brought your head to her chest, crying at the mere appearance of you returning to normal. 
but you knew your relief was short-lived. you held onto natasha then, shaking your head at her coming in to save you. you couldn’t be saved, you knew. “you know as well as i do that this is a trap, nat. why…you cannot be here alone, with me.”
“can i not be alone with my own wife?” the sadness in her voice made you shut your eyes and look away. you couldn’t believe this new reality was real. “even if this was a trap, even if it’s the end of the world, it doesn’t matter. i just want to be with you.”
there were no words to describe the mixture of happiness and sadness in your mind. natasha helped you to your feet, whispering words of affirmation as she slowly guided you away from the bodies, away from everything. “let's just get you home. we’ll figure it all out at home. i just…i need you home.”
but you were weaker than she expected, and not wanting to burden her poor body with additional weight of yours, you slumped off just as you felt your legs give way. unfortunately, you tripped in doing so, and to the horrible luck of the both of you, triggered the fire alarm. 
you immediately screamed as venom fought for control in its sufferance of the high-frequency pitch. hands flying to cover your ears, natasha nearly fell back as venom’s tendrils appeared to fight in staying inside your host body. it was as if the sound was forcing the symbiote out. oh. 
you were crawling away, further and further from natasha, because the symbiote was not only screaming in your ears, it was also furious that the alarm had been triggered. kill. natasha. 
“it’s not her! it’s not…her fault…!” you screamed back, desperate to get as far away as you could from your own wife. natasha almost had half a mind to use her widow bites to get you back, but she knew it was for her own safety also that she stayed where she were. you wouldn’t have wanted her to interfere.
but fuck your wishes. she needed to save you, first. 
however, right as she took another step forward, the glass window next to her shattered, and in a mess of red and blue colours, she was swept off of her feet, and suddenly swinging through the air. she would have been screaming in fear if she hadn’t recognised the familiar swinging patterns. it was precisely your pattern that you had taught peter parker. the material of the suit that she was clinging on to was the nanotechnology you had designed for him. 
peter had come to save her first. 
“mrs. romanoff, are you okay?” peter could have stuck the landing a little better, but the concern he had for her reminded her just of yours. he checked her body for injuries, and when he found none, visibly calmed. 
she ignored her own fears, and pushed him for answers. “where were you? where were the rest?! why did you leave her in there on her own?”
“who…?” peter had never looked more confused. 
it was then that natasha realised the rest of the team had no idea what oscorp had been doing to you all this while. and as peter explained that he had felt his spider senses tingling when he was swinging by the area, he also mentioned that there was a direct order from fury for the rest of them to evacuate that night. they had no choice but to comply. 
he brought her to tony’s place upon her request. tony called for the rest of the team to come immediately. it nearly sent her to tears explaining your situation. 
“why didn’t fury tell us…?” clint, a longtime friend, was even more frustrated than anyone else. he knew all too well what it was like to not have his body under his mind’s control. loki had taken that away from him once before.
and clint grew even more angry, but not angrier than the woman herself, at fury’s revelation that he had wanted to trap natasha there with you as a last-ditch effort to get the symbiote calm enough to come out. it had happened in the containment cell, he had hoped it would happen again in the compound. natasha couldn’t believe his incredulity. 
steve had to hold her back from killing him with her own bare hands. 
– 
we are all you need. your suit had once been the representation of the best parts of yourself. the representation that, once you donned it on, you were an avenger, and you had the ability to save those who couldn't save themselves. that you were doing good by the world.
now, you were trapped in a suit that was once your pride and joy, morphed with a symbiote that was rapidly changing, and corrupting, the way your body and mind functioned. a suit that, in its pursuit to destroy the fire alarm that was triggered, had almost destroyed every part of the compound that rang the alarm through as well. 
now, you were all alone in a place you once called home. they’re not coming back. it is, and always will be, just us. 
– 
clint was the last one to hug natasha goodbye, while the rest of the team suited up in preparation to go back to the compound. “just like a normal mission. we’ll get her back, we’ll get your wife back.”
natasha worried that the last time she was barred from a mission entirely, you had come back within an inch of death. and that too, was because of her own actions.
“hey,” clint seemed to have read her thoughts, “it’s not your fault, okay? you can’t blame yourself for this. all you can do, is take care of yourself, and your baby. and we’ll do our part as the avengers, and her family, to bring her back.”
she hugged clint even tighter, tearfully asking him to promise on his words. he interlaced his pinky finger with hers. 
– 
clint was also the one who managed to find you first; you had strapped yourself in the very same containment cell where fury and osborn had conducted their tests, the access locked to prevent, or at the very least, slow down, venom’s transformation. 
the archer had never seen you look so deathly pale and thin. “hey, spider.”
he was careful with his words. you looked up at him, eyes never leaving his. clint continued, “we know what’s going on. and we’re sorry…that we couldn’t help you sooner.”
you frowned at his words, before a resigned, disappointed look took over your features. “you left me. all of you did.”
“we didn’t know.”
“it doesn’t matter,” the restraints began shaking, “none of you cared. none of you are ever on my side. not when i was on the brink of divorce with natasha, not when i was enduring her verbal abuse trying to get pregnant, not even when i needed you most. what makes the situation now different?”
clint tried the lock on the door. “that’s not…that’s not true.”
“you say that, but does your heart know the lies your tongue spat? your actions speak louder than words, clint.”
it was fury who pulled clint back, trying the lock again. this time, he was brave enough to look you in the eye, and ordered, “unlock this door.”
“you’ll die if you come in here.”
“then i deserve to die for what i have done to you. unlock this door, we have a cure for you. or even so, unlock this door and let me repent for my wrongs.”
we don’t need to be cured. we are not sick. you clenched your fist, the restraints barely holding venom’s outburst of anger. but you deserved a shot of being normal again, you deserved at least that, you thought, as you told fury the location of the keys. 
he then came close enough to where you were, ignoring the symbiote suit that had formed around yourself, and bravely reached out a hand. it took all it had in you to prevent venom from biting his hand off. 
he held your jaw, you leaned into his touch willingly. it was the first human interaction you had had in so long. fury was your closest friend. you could trust him. 
but then, he said, “and i’m so sorry for this.”
clint had slammed a button above, and instantly, the loudest, highest-pitched, sound burst into your eardrums. fury had placed the device right as he held your face. 
the cries that tore from your throat made clint look away for a brief moment in despair, letting fury out as he locked the cell again after. you writhed against your own restraints, venom broke free easily, but as the tendrils exploded into the viewing panel again, threatening to break the glass, natasha’s call came in.
“baby, can you hear me?” you were still screaming, despite her voice cutting through the high-pitched noise. “it’s me. can you listen to me? focus on me? let the symbiote fight its way out, all you have to do is focus on my voice.”
“can’t…” you panted. your body felt like it was on fire.
the symbiote’s suit was peeling off of you, the tiny tendrils now hanging free from your body and desperately grasping to hold on. “yes, you can. i know you can. you’re the strongest person i know, darling. such an amazing avenger, an amazing superhero.”
the pitch got higher. the pain of venom clinging on only got more excruciating. more of the symbiote was being pulled off of you. “you are so good to me, and to everyone else around you, you know? the best friend to fury, the smartest brain against tony’s, the kindest mentor to peter.”
you were going to die. you were absolutely sure of it. somewhere, your spider senses had returned, feeling peter barging into the room and pulling something away from you. “and the best partner you are to me. loving me at my worst, sticking by me at my best. and you are going to be an even better parent, for our little one. you have to fight this, my love, you have to see your child being born. i…i have to see you again.”
peter’s hands grabbed you. when your eyes opened again, you saw him physically removing the remaining parts of the symbiote. you could see your old suit colours again. “i’ll be waiting for you at home, my love. come home to me, will you?”
you grabbed the last of the symbiote off of you then, tearing it off with a final scream as peter caught it mid-air, stuffing it back into the container it came from. 
he caught you as you fell, removing his mask as he cried out your name. it was the first time he had saved someone so close to him. nothing had ever hit as close to home as this. 
– 
it took close to a week for the doctors to fully nurse you back to health, another two for the physical therapy needed, and two final weeks that you were kept under their close supervision in your recovery. natasha stayed by your side throughout. 
SHIELD’s lawyers estimated a few years before suing oscorp would be successful. you wanted to save them the hassle by accepting norman’s generous payout, natasha wasn’t so kind. 
dr. cho suggested a full year of therapy before you could return to active duty. you were reluctant to miss out on so much. natasha was adamant in preventing you from choosing otherwise. 
she reminded you, everyday since you regained consciousness in the hospital bed, that she was going to be there for you, whether you liked it or not. you had tried convincing her otherwise, that you were giving her the option to leave you, to find someone better, someone who wasn’t a failure and could be an actual partner and parent of her child, but your response had only been met with teary eyes and a slap to your wrist that you knew was her being gentle. had you been in full health, she would have punched you in the face. 
you endured her helping to wash your face, her changing your clothes, her feeding you, and her waiting for you to fall asleep before she did, throughout those painful weeks. natasha thought your stone cold reaction to all that was only normal, and her love never changed for you. 
she didn’t know you only cried when she went home in those rare occurrences where the team had forced her to, and someone was placed to watch over you. 
she didn’t know you screamed and cried when someone else tried feeding you, or changing your clothes. she didn’t know you tried begging fury to bar her from coming back until you were well enough to take care of yourself again. 
or at least you thought she didn’t know. 
but natasha had always known you struggled to let your own facade fall in front of anyone. that you always thought being there for others gave you the perfect excuse not to let others be there for you too. 
and she knew it was time for her to be the shoulder you leant on for support. 
“i know this is hard for you,” she said as she massaged your fingers one day. you had always been doing it for her since the start of her pregnancy, “all of this.” 
you hated how it was hard to even grip a fork well enough to feed yourself now. the symbiote had ruined your nervous system. 
natasha held your face now. you flinched; the last time someone did, you had been in the most excruciating pain of your life.  “but you need to know i love you. and i’m not going anywhere. by default your son is too. we’re here for you, but you need to let us in. you need to let us be here for you.” 
the woman watched you shut your eyes in anger, shaking your head, before tears began streaming down your face. your hand was trying to hold hers then, the grip faint, but strong enough to let natasha know. she held it back tightly. “i…don’t know how.” 
“lay it all out to me. tell me everything that’s bothering you. cry if you need to. i’m your wife, baby, you can cry in front of me. nothing is going to change my love for you.” 
“but this is all my fault. my mistakes. i caused you so much pain, and fear, and trouble. i can’t let you be the one to pick up my pieces. it’s too much.”
“but you’ve always picked up my broken pieces. since day one.” 
you had wanted to say it’s different, or i would’ve gladly done it all over again and more, but you knew the answers to those responses would have been it’s not so different and the feeling is mutual. 
natasha’s hair was a bit of a mess then. she hadn’t had the chance to comb and braid it ever since she had been shuffling back and forth for her appointments, settling things for your return home, and being there for you through it all. yet, she still looked like the most beautiful woman alive to you. 
but you still wanted to make her feel better, obviously. “c-can i braid your hair? while i try…to tell you what i feel?” 
the warm, shy smile that she sported reminded you of all the reasons why you had fallen so hard for her. “of course.” 
she sat up from her spot beside you. you carefully picked up the two rubber bands she gave you, brushing and arranging her hair to form the foundations for her braids. 
with your fingers in her hair, natasha heard you finally admit, “i hate myself. i hated everything about myself, except for my abilities, and my job. they helped me stay sane, reminded me that i was useful, and contributing to this world. they helped ground me when my own head convinced me i deserved everything i’ve lost and faked my way through everything i’ve earned. venom took everything of that away from me.” 
your hands began tying her hair. “you’re all i have left now. but in there, while i was under its control, all i could remember was how badly i treated you, when you were in your first few weeks of pregnancy. it reminded me just how shit of a person i was to the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 
then, natasha felt your head against her spine. “it reminded me that i was nothing without you, nat.” 
then, your head shook as you took in a shaky, choked up breath. “right after, it cruelly reminded me that i didn’t deserve you too. that by losing all control, i was pushing you away and hurting you, and our baby. and that if i tried letting you in, i would just be dragging you down with me.” 
“so i had to be strong. i had to rely on myself, i had to go through this myself. i deserved this. i didn’t deserve you.” 
there was silence. the beeping from your heart rate machine the only noise in the room, natasha finally held your hand with hers after you finished her braids, and placed it on her belly. she leaned back into your touch, and while you flinched at the physical contact, still in fear that you could hurt her, she was insistent. 
finally, you felt two strong, consecutive kicks against her belly, and natasha sucked in a breath. “he likes to kick when you’re around. and it hurts sometimes, but your voice calms him down. he knows.”
“...knows what?”
“that you’re safe. that your presence means he’s safe, and i’m safe. he can get excited, but he knows he’s in good hands when you’re here with me. our son trusts you even before he’s gotten to know you, baby.”
natasha could feel your pout, and held your hand tighter. “so don’t you say that you are not enough, or that you don’t deserve any good things in this world, because you do. i wasn’t lying when i called you in there, you know? it wasn’t some master ploy or trick fury had gotten me to do, calling you. you really are a wonderful person, the best partner and parent you can ever be. the symbiote must have known too. i know now it feels a little hopeless, and you’re a little bit lost, but that was how i felt when i first joined SHIELD, and the avengers. and you were there for me through it all. so now it’s your turn to be a little helpless and lost, and you’ve taught me that it’s perfectly fine to be, because now it’s also my turn to love you through it all.”
“i’ve got you, baby,” she said finally, feeling the wetness of your tears on the base of her neck. 
natasha rubbed comforting circles on your back on the first day that the team welcomed you home; the compound now rebuilt and repaired from what had happened previously before. you still struggled to look past the traumatic events there, but her touch helped you focus on the smiles on your friends’ faces then, as you nodded and accepted their welcome. 
she offered to write down what you had wanted to say in your paperwork, when your hand began to ache and the pain from the damage to your nervous system returned on late nights. in those moments, your brain worked faster than your hands, which led to frustrated sighs and temple rubbing coming from your end. natasha knew it was her cue to help you out in those moments. she knew you so well. 
in return, you would get up minutes later to fix her a warm drink, fingernails digging into your palms at the anger you had for yourself. she would demand those hands to be holding her throughout, to at least not allow yourself to hurt your own hands. you thanked her by always massaging her swollen feet later; one of the few things you could still do well. 
natasha ran you warm baths and coaxed you to take them with her after your therapy sessions, allowing you to wash her hair and worship her body as she provided a space for you to talk about your feelings during the session. she didn’t know how much they helped take the burden off your back. 
and of course, natasha fought for you to return to mentoring peter, even when you weren’t confident in your abilities anymore. she convinced you he would benefit from more than just physical training, but also a strong support system in his personal life as well. and now that you were off of missions for a while, you had the time to be around for him. 
the first day you prepared to pick the boy up from school, tony teased you that she was getting you to practise parenting, but you didn’t seem to mind. 
– 
you had thought peter would be a little embarrassed, at being picked up at such an age. god knows how you felt when you were his age and fury made sure that you got to the compound straight after school, all those years ago. to be safe, you parked your car a little out of the way of the high school, but peter had waved to you the moment he was out, excitedly introducing you to his friends, ned and MJ, as he saw you climb out. 
you took him to lunch, spending a few hours asking how he was finding the web slinging and schoolwork balance, and subsequently scolding him a little, as he admitted he had been prioritising the latter a little less since he became an avenger. 
and at the end of the day, when you brought him back to the compound to help him with his homework, you thought back about just how young he was. it would’ve been unfair to have subjected him to the symbiote. you would’ve felt much more guilty knowing he had to go through what you went through. he’s just a kid. you didn’t make a mistake taking the symbiote in. 
“what was it like?” he cut through your thoughts, putting his pen down. “in there? inside the symbiote?”
you took a while to think about your answer, ultimately deciding to be honest. “physically, i was only in pain when the symbiote got angry and wanted to hurt people. but mentally, i was drained all the time. it was corrupting me from the inside; telling me my greatest fears and instigating me to do just what i swore i never would do to anyone when i took the avengers’ oath. it was…not a fun experience.”
he furrowed his eyebrows, before shrugging. “i never would’ve been able to do what you did.”
“i pray you never have to go through what i went through.”
“but it’s…part of the job, right? of being, us?”
you wanted to correct him, or even lie, that he could possibly avoid such situations, but you knew that when push comes to shove, it really was. you only hoped he had a natasha of his own when his time came. 
“if it does happen to you…something like this…you need to be ready to let go, i guess. to have someone to lean on, to have someone love you like…natasha loved me. that was the only way i managed to survive.”
“lucky you, huh?”
you smiled, thinking of your wife then. “yes, lucky me.” 
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rxmqnova · 5 months
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Could you write Wanda x Venom reader when Wanda doesn't like Venom and always made a comment about it and because of that Yn doesn't like Wanda but they were on a mission and Wanda was in danger so Yn convinced Venom to help her and then when they were at the compound Wanda apologized to Venom and they become friends, being caotic friends and after that Wanda wanted to know more about Yn and Venom.
Maybe the ending can be an open one if you want, like them knowing each other more
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Y/N: 25 years old ——————————————————
NO ONE'S POV "Alright, we have a location of another hydra base" Tony announces, starting the meeting he has just called.
"So we'll destroy it, what's the problem?" Sam asks confused by Tony's face impression.
"The problem is that this base is the biggest one we've ever found and we need to destroy it as soon as possible. Half of us is on different missions, so us, who are currently here, need to do it" Tony explains, looking at the 4 other Avengers.
"Well, I believe we're pretty capable and surely we'll manage" Y/N says, trying to encourage everyone.
"Says you who's hidden in some weird alien thing all the time" Wanda rolls her eyes.
Wanda and Y/N have never been friends. The Avengers have tried multiple times to make them friends but it never worked.
The thing is that Y/N has this 'alien thing' inside of her as Wanda said and the thing is called Venom. For some reason the witch just doesn't like Venom and for that Y/N doesn't like Wanda.
The two are always pretty mean to each other or arguing which is everyone on the team sick of already, but they can't do anything about it.
"Can we just eat her already?" Venom asks on which Y/N smirks at Wanda, ready to scare the witch a bit.
"Eat her? You have no idea how much I would love to do that right now" Y/N says on which Natasha rolls her eyes, knowing another argument is about to come.
"It did not just tell you it wants to eat me" Wanda says, giving Y/N a glare, trying to hide the fact that she's actually worried a bit. "How are we still keeping her here with this weird thing inside of her that wants to eat people?" The witch asks, looking at her teammates.
"Alright, you two just stop" Natasha sighs, having enough of this. "No one will be eating anyone, we need to focus on the mission"
"We still can eat her after" Venom says on which Y/N chuckles. She knows it'll make Wanda wonder what has Venom said.
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The time has come, the 5 Avengers are fighting against the hydra agents that are currently in the hydra base.
"Guys, I need some help here" Wanda says through the ear piece.
"Y/N, you're the closest to her. Help Wanda" Tony orders, making Y/N sigh.
"Fine" Y/N answers a bit irritated and starts running to Wanda's direction, but Y/N's body suddenly stops, not being able to move. "Venom, what are you doing? She needs help" Y/N says, trying her best to move.
"Y/N, neither one of us likes her. We can just let them kill her and then eat her" Venom says.
"What?! Venom, we won't be eating her. She's a part of the team, we can't let her die" Y/N reasons, but that still doesn't convince Venom.
"Y/N, are you coming? I really need help" Wanda desperately asks, throwing the whole enemies thing behind.
"Venom, mask" Y/N orders.
"But-"
"I said mask. You can eat some hydra agents later, just help Wanda" Y/N promises even though she absolutely hates when Venom bites people's heads off. "On my way, Wanda" Y/N answers through the ear piece, finally on her way to the witch.
When Y/N gets to Wanda, her eyes widen. The witch is surrounded by so many hydra agents that are shooting at her while the ceiling is about to fall down in any second and Wanda's shield isn't working anymore.
Venom jumps into the middle of the room, taking Wanda into her arms and jumping through the window, placing her on the ground gently. The two can only hear an explosion and the ceiling falling down.
"You okay?" Y/N asks, back in her normal self again.
"Yeah, thanks" Wanda says, trying to hide the pain she's in as one of the agents shot her into her arm.
"You're hurt" Y/N kneels to the witch, tearing off a piece of her suit to put it over Wanda's wound. "Guys, Wanda's been shot into her arm. We need to get her back. How's it looking with you?" Y/N asks through the ear piece.
"We're nearly done, take her to the jet" Tony answers.
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"How's your arm?" Y/N asks as soon as Wanda sits next to her on the couch, the two being the only ones in the living room right now.
"It's okay… I. Hm… I want to thank you… for saving me" Wanda says, playing with the sleeves of her hoodie.
"I don't think you should be thanking me, it wasn't me who saved you" Y/N says.
"… Does it listen or how does it work?" Wanda asks.
"Venom can hear you" Y/N answers, looking at Wanda curiously.
"Okay… Thank you for saving me there, Venom. And… I'm sorry for all the comments I've made" Wanda apologises.
Venom stays quiet on which Y/N furrows her brows.
"Venom?" Y/N raises an eyebrow. "What did we say about being nice to other people?"
"… Fine, apology accepted"
"He said he accepts your apology" Y/N smiles. "… I'm also sorry for being mean to you. I know that having Venom inside of me can seem weird or scary to some people and I didn't have to be that rude to you"
"… That's okay. I get it now" Wanda smiles a little. "How did the Venom thing even happen? I've never heard that story before" Wanda asks, playing with her fingers now.
"Probably because I've told the story only to Tony and Natasha" Y/N explains, also playing with her fingers. "… I broke into a lab. They were experimenting on people, but none of them survived the interaction with Venom. But I did somehow" Y/N shrugs. "How did you get your powers?" Y/N asks. She joined the Avengers after Wanda, so she has no idea how Wanda got her powers.
"… My brother and I joined hydra. We thought that Tony is responsible for our parents' death, so we joined for experiments which were successful" Wanda answers and the room falls quiet for a while. "Would you maybe… want to watch a movie with me?" Wanda asks, breaking the silence finally.
Y/N smiles, happy that her and Wanda are finally becoming friends. "I would love to"
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I had no idea how to write Venom reader as I've never done this before…
Hopefully it's not too bad😅
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supercriminalbean · 6 months
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I was wondering if I could request Hotch x Male reader, the team get a case that leads back to an old unsolved case of a group of children going missing and start showing up dead at different ages from sever injuries from fighting(?)
Reader is part of the bau but has alot of secrets to hide including being one of the younger children that went missing and managed to escape but not without physical and emotional scars (being forced to play a cruel game of survival of the fittest for the entertainment of the Unsub who streamed the gruesome cruelty)
Maybe the unsub captures reader cause he was the one that got away and the team start to peice together reader was one of the missing kids by how fast reader state of mind went to a primal kill or die (like readers afraid he'll die there and no one will ever find him or know or care so when they do he's relived and breaks down but another part of him think he doesn't deserve it cause of what he's done to survive)
Hotch being there for reader
FIGHT CLUB
Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader.
Summary: The reader is trying to find the group that ruin his life, but keeping it a secret from his team is differcult when he has to ask them for help.
Warning: Dark fic. Blood, fighting, death, abuse, kidnapping, swearing, drugs, unsub violence, bad eatting habits, bad self care, scars, angst. This whole fic is just dark and strange the ask it self is amazing and may help you know if this is something you can handle. (Any other warnings let me know xx)
Words: 9.4k
A/N: Hiiii! Omg this ask 😍😍 I love you!! I had to split this into a couple different parts due to I'm up to 12k words and got so much more i wanna add to it right now. Next part will be posted next week (hopefully!!) I just couldn't wait to post this. I did change it a little and hope this is what you were after. 🖤🖤 thank you for the request my love.
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Another body has shown up, and if you're right another kid will go missing in just a couple hours a few towns over from the latest body. You know it's just a matter of time as you read the article, one that barely has any information of the latest victim found, another teen boy. While the article prints out you give the detective on the case a call, you know you shouldn't, you should just let this go until your team is called in properly. But hey, there is no harm in asking innocent questions, is there? 
“Hello, this is Detective Rose,” An older man answers.
“Hello Detective, I'm with the FBI, SSA agent (Y/L) from the Bau unit” Your voice comes out sharp as you hold back the emotions swirling in your mind. If this is the group you believe it is, you're going to have to bring your team in, but no way could they know just how long you have been looking for them.
“Oh Agent, how can I help?” The man's voice is filled with confusion.
“I heard you found a body of a teenage boy, I read in the report he was badly injured and a 
John doe, look I think he might be connected to a case I'm working and I need you to send me all the information and photos of this boy you have as soon as you can” You don’t have time to explain to him, nor the patience.
“Case, but there's only one body?” There's a small arrogance laying under his tone as he speaks his next words. “Plus he seems to be a runaway, he doesn’t seem like the type anyone would be after”
“Excuse me” You can’t help but sneer into the phone, anger filling you up. “How dare you, he is a child, someone has to be missing him and even if not he deserves justice, so I figure you better send me what I asked for before I called your boss” Venom seems to drip from your words as your grip the phone like your life depends on it. Silence fills the other end and your patience seems to dry up, opening your mouth to send him another order when he finally speaks up again.
“Of course we don’t need that, files and photos have been sent, reach out again if I —” You hang up before he finishes speaking, you don’t need anything more from him. 
~~~
Sitting on your couch, your mind spinning as you go through the new photos of the crime scene you have received. This is it, this is them, no doubt about it. He fits the victimology, he’s the right age, fit and covered in so many cuts and bruises it’s impossible to see his face. What makes your heart drop the most is the cut on his left forearm, two other previous victims also had it. You know how they got it, hell you got one quite similar to it. Which means you know where they are being kept and where they are going next which means it's time to bring your team in. Grabbing the pile of older files, ones that you have collected over the years, pulling the top few files off the top for the team to see, placing the older ones at the bottom of your to go bag. You can’t let your team know just how long you have been investigating this case. If you do things could unravel and your past could be exposed, the one thing that could never happen, because if it does you might not have a job any more. 
Your phone starts dinging, your alarm going off. Great you pulled another all nighter, something you have been warned against many times in the past month. 
~~~
Hotch has been on your ass a lot lately about looking after yourself, he’s the only one who can tell when you're struggling. Maybe that's why you're having a hard time figuring out how to bring this case to him. You know he’s going to know this isn’t just a regular case for you, you might be good at hiding your personal life and emotions from the team but that doesn’t include Aaron. You're not sure how you grew close to your boss, you two have hangout, outside of work many times, even including getting to know Jack and spending many weekends watching his soccer games, and of course getting ice cream afterwards as a reward. Somehow Aaron managed to get you to join them both for movie nights and your friendship has never been stronger than that night. But then you had to go and ruin it, pulling yourself away from him, when things started feeling real. You started feeling like you belong and not just with him, but with the team you're surrounded by. Belonging somewhere is something you have never felt before and it's terrifying, so you pull away from them all. Space is a good thing plus there were only a few reasons you took this job a few years ago and you need to remember that.
~~~
You're the first one at the office that morning, even beating Hotch to the office for once. You wait at your desk, your desk is different from the others. They all have personal items on their desk, things that make their desk seem more welcoming and comforting. Except yours, its fill of paperwork and a small fake desk plant that Garcia placed there one day that you just didn’t have the heart to move. Aaron arrives not long after you. Aaron stops by the glass door when he spots you, and he’s glad you're facing the other way so he can just watch you for a moment. He can’t help but feel something is wrong, the last few weeks you have been more off than normal. You're someone who keeps to themself and he knows that, maybe that's why he was surprised when you were spending a lot of your time with him and Jack. Not that he minded at all, he loves spending time with you, maybe more than a boss should but he shouldn’t be blamed when it comes to you, you're different. But when he was spending time with you, he managed to figure out your tell, and how you go inside your own mind when things aren’t right. Maybe that's why, even when you started putting more distance between you both, he couldn't help but remind you to get some sleep or remind you to eat, the two things you always seem to forget about. Aaron lets out a small breath, preparing himself for whatever the reason is that you're the first one here. The glass doors open and within a second you're spinning around in your chair, and the first thing Aaron notices is the files in your hands and then the bags underneath your determined eyes.
“Good Morning Hotch” Your voice is full of energy, which he can only put down to the empty coffee cup beside you.
“Morning, you’re here early” Aaron stares at you questionably, raising his eyebrow when you don’t respond.  “Is there a reason why?”
“I need to talk to you, it's important” You jump up quickly, meeting him in the middle of the room.
“Alright, my office then” He bites back a sigh as you nod enthusiastically, climbing up the stairs before him. He can’t help himself but compare you to a puppy, one who uses up all their energy but still refuses to back down when it's time to rest. He’s waiting for you to burn out, it may have been three years with you on the team, but he can’t help but wait for you to break. He doesn’t understand how anyone could keep going at the pace you do without any consequences.
~~~
You both enter his office, Aaron places his bag down before taking a seat at his desk, signalling you to do the same, so you do.
“Okay so I found—” You can’t help but start, holding your own homemade files,your leg bouncing as you speak.
“Stop” Hotch holds his hand up to silence you, dread fills your eyes as you do. “Did you sleep last night?” Accusation dripping from his words, his stern stare digging straight into your sole, making a strange shiver roll down your spine.
“That's not important” The confidence seems to slip by as he stares at you longer, you can’t help but sink in your chair, the uncomfortableness just making you want to run.
“But it is, I need to know my agents are looking after themself” Aaron holds back the proper lectures he wants to give you. Sometimes he wonders how you managed to become a full functioning adult with the way you treat your body, running yourself so low he wonders how you're alive at all.
“I look after myself perfectly fine Aaron” You have to physically bite your tongue to hold back the taunt you want to say instead, but you need him to listen to you instead.
“Do you, because you didn’t sleep last night, and can you even tell me the last time you ate something homemade?” 
“Last night” Smirking cockily at him, you indeed did make something last night so he can suck it.
“It doesn’t count if it was your usual cheese on toast” Aaron smirks as yours slowly disappears. 
“Okay, uncalled for Hotch” Grumbling as you place the files down before crossing your arms. “Look I get it, I need to improve, but I need your help on something much more important, please?” Your mask starts dropping, the fear and doubtfulness visible for just a few seconds, before you pull yourself together again, your face hardening up again.
~~~
“Tell me what this is?” Hotch reaches for the files, the pile alot bigger than he first thought it was.
“Someone is kidnapping teenages all over the country, and just hours surrounded the kidnapping another teenage is found dead a few towns over from the new victim, I have found about seven different cases over the course of 18 months so far, but the dead victims are never the ones from the recent kidnappings, they look older almost like they could have been kidnapped years prior maybe, they all have the same marks all over their body, the victimology is the same” You take a deep breath as Hotch flicks throughs the file. “The ones being taken are either from abusive households or already living on the street, they aim for the ones who are strong but not confident, they seem to find the quiet ones are go after them, but they are quick, they don’t leave much room for the kids to escape, they move fast” Your words seem to run from your mouth, the rush to get out of your mind and into Aarons ear makes you forget to breathe. The urgency is great and he just doesn't understand. 
“You keep saying they” Hotch looks up the files, his boss face activated, his lips pursed together. His eyes burn into you once more, you have to do everything in your power to not physically respond to that call out, unfortunately your body straightens up, your throat clutching. 
“I believe it has to be at least two unsubs if not more, and one of them could possibly be a woman” You take a deeper breath as your heart starts to pace, your mind screaming at you to stop as Aaron's eyes narrow more.
“And why do you think that?”
“Because they're fast, they move around the country, and according to the autopsy the kids are well nutritious, they cause of death is mainly blood lose, or hits to the head, I think—-” You quickly cut yourself off. No you can’t say that, you can’t let that detail out quite yet, he won’t understand, no one will understand not yet. “I think they must be keeping them somewhere safe before they dispose of them” You change the words that almost slip out quickly, but not fast enough for Hotch to not notice. Hotch watches you closely as you grow quiet, waiting for his response. Your leg bouncing as your nails dig into your arms, your eyes begging him to say something, just anything.
“What do you think they are doing to them if they are keeping them for so long then?” His question is innocent enough, but oh lord. Your stomach is now on fire, your eyes darken with anger as you speak.
“Training them to fight each other, fight to the death and then they keep the strong ones for who knows what” Oh but you know, oh you know too well what they are keeping them for and that makes you want to be sick. 
~~~
Silence fills the office as he stares at you, the anger that fills your eyes is something he hasn’t seen before, and he has seen you angry. But this is different, this is almost a murderous glaze in your eyes, something that makes Aaron uncomfortable. 
He knows what he has to do, even if he doesn’t like it. 
“How long have you been investigating this, how did you manage to get all of this information?” His voice is low as he speaks, his words filling with disappointment as he speaks.
“A few months” A lie, you both know that. But Aaron knows better than to question that right now, the can of worms that could open could be too hard to close.
“Why are you just bringing this to me now?” His voice raises, the disappointment sweeping out. “You should of came to me as soon as you saw a pattern forming” 
“I know I should have, but I wanted to see if I was right, maybe see if I could find any clues before bringing the team into a goose chase” You try to reason with him, gulping as if you know what you have to say. “I think I found them, and if I'm right another person was taken last night and I have a feeling that another body will be found near the state line of Nebraska and Wyoming, we need to take this case, we need to save them” A shaky breath leaves you as you lean forward, placing your hands on the desk, your eyes pleading. 
“Aar, please trust me on this” Gulping thickly as you see his eye flash with something unreadable as you say his old nickname, one you haven’t used in months.
“I need to make a few phone calls” He looks away from you as he picks up the phone. Standing up you smile slightly at him, thanking him quietly as you make your way out. 
~~~
The team soon arrives within the hour, where hotch is up in his office on the phone the whole time. Your body is on edge, sipping on your third cup of coffee as your mind runs. The team all stood around, talking and laughing as they usually do. Of course they try to get you to join in, but with one glance at you, they know this morning is not the time to get you to join in with them. It's Dave that talks to you this morning, his eyes couldn’t help but keep drifting to you as the team standing around teasing Reid and his crosswords. 
“Hey kiddo” Dave stands in front of you, pulling you from your mind, and mainly your eyes off Aarons offices.
“Ah, Morning Sir” Forcing a small smile as you do your best to focus on him, and not whatever conversation is going on inside the office right now.
“How many times have I told you Rossi, or Dave is fine? '' He smile’s down at you, hating to see the bags underneath your eyes, or the fresh scratch mask around your wrist. You wear long sleeves half the time, but that doesn’t stop the team from seeing the way your scratch at your arms when you get overwhelmed. 
“Right sorry” Pushing a small chuckle out, as you give him a weak smile. “My bad”
“It's okay, are you doing alright?” Rossi looks down at you worriedly, you weren’t the most talkative but right now you don’t even seem to know how to be your regular self.
“Fine si– Rossi” Your body tenses at the slip up, your eyes flicker back up to Aaron's office.
“Alright, if you ever need to talk kiddo you know I'm around” He smiles at you, one that's full of concern. A part of him wants to reach out, place a hand on your shoulder so you get the message, but he knows it won’t work with you. You don’t react well to physical touch, you jump when someone gets too close. The team remembers the first time Garica tried to give you a hug, you jumped back, hiding behind Morgan who was closest to you in that moment. She touched your shoulders, and you have never moved so fast, your body tensing your hands rolling into fist. You apologised as soon as you calmed down, you gave them no reasoning as to why. But they understood and no one has tried to touch you since, they even became your human shields when random people would try to hug you as a thank you. You were extremely grateful for that, it's been like that for three years now and still no one asks you why and you owe them so much for that.
~~~
Hotch finally emerges from his office after another hour, a sour look plastered across his face, and when you catch his eyes you know why. They found the body. 
“We got a case” Hotch calls out to his team, everyone's head shoots up to him. A deep unnerving tension seems to fill the room due to the seriousness on his face, and the way his eyes never leave yours. The air seems to leave your lungs as you stand up, grabbing your notebook off your desk before following the team into the conference room. Hotch waits by the door as the team walks in, placing his hand up in front of you to stop you. 
“One moment” His voice is low as he speaks, not wishing for the team to overhear.
“We found two bodies, one of them is Jason Ducan” Aaron speaks softly, as he watches your face flicker with recognition at that name. 
“They found a body” You stare up at him, your eyes now empty of emotions, putting them on the backboard as you prepare for this case.
“Jason Ducan, he was my first missing kid when I worked here” Your breathing hitches as fear flashes through your mind, doing your best to keep your poker face on. Do they know where you work, have they been keeping tabs on you for the last three years? Or maybe they never stop keeping tabs on you. 
“He doesn’t fit the profile, he was seven, from a good family. He was too young there is no way they would take someone from a family like that, it would be too difficult” Your mind spins as you speak, your words speeding up, slipping over each other in a hurry. Hotch hates the far away look that creeps into your eyes, almost more than he hates the numbness that dominates inside you. Taking a deep breath, hoping he doesn’t make it worse, Aaron slowly reaches out to you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. You flinch sharply, your eyes narrowing on his hand, on his familiar touch. Aaron is the only one allowed to touch you, and only at certain times, only when you're ready for it, and normally you welcome his touch. Today is not the day you welcome it, his touch feels like fire, it sends painful memories of your past through your mind. 
“Don’t” Your voice is low and full of danger, a shaky breath follows as he doesnt let go immediately. 
“You need to tell me if this case gets too much, okay” Aaron words hold no judgement as he lets you go and just like he expected you stroll straight past him, anger radiating off you, as you fall into the chair beside Morgan.
~~~
Hotch starts the briefing, grabbing the team's attention with your homemade files. He informs them of everything you had told him that morning, minus your theories. 
“So you made these files?” It was Morgan who asked the question. The one thing that had confused the whole team, because this screamed to them as an off the books case, something Hotch would never do. 
“No I did” You speak up, leaning forward. You almost feel bored as Hotch gives the team the basic information, information you have been sitting on for many years. Everyone's heads turn straight to you, curiosity and surprised looks all over them. The quiet one who normally seems to keep to themself, is investigating a crime alone, and somehow convince Hotch to make it a real case. Oh you could feel the questions and doubt spreading throughout the room, and all you do is smirk at them as you lean forward.
“I didn’t think much of it at first, but something didn’t feel right so once I saw a second body drop in the same way. I started investigating a bit more, but I was always weeks behind, so in my time of hoping for new leads I went back and searched months back trying to find anything” You give them a brief explanation, making sure you don’t make eye contact with anyone, not needing to lose your nerve right now. The room stays quiet, giving you the confidence to keep talking, so taking a deep calming breath you continue. 
“After I got an alert last night of a kid going missing, I knew it was them. Conor Blue, he fits the description that the unsubs go after. He’s between the age of Nine and fourteen, he came from an abusive household and he’s into sports which isn’t always a go to, but something I see they prefer” You speak slower than this morning, remembering to breathe as you do. Hotch might be hard to convince, but making sure the whole team has your back on this case, is something you didn’t think through. You needed their help, because without the team, you can’t get close enough to get rid of them for good.
“How long have you been looking into this?” Emily asks, looking over at you with concern. She can see ghosts in your eyes, and whatever answer you give her, she’s not going to believe you. 
“About four months” Your lie is solided, you know that, you made sure all the files you gave them only look that old. Even if they have older information inside you can say it's from research. 
“He came to me this morning, and I have been on the phone with a few detectives” Aaron glances at you as he says that, your stomach drops. He knows you used your FBI statues to gather information you weren’t supposed to have, opps. “And It seems to be happening all over the country, so we need to make a fast move on this case, two new bodies were discovered this morning” Hotch continues, the team watches you instead of Hotch. They all notice the tense look on your face, the way your eyes darken, your lips tightening as a way to stop yourself from interrupting the boss. Photos pop up on the screen as Hotch keeps speaking, your eyes land on the photos, your stomach twisting. Jason laid in the dirt, his body covered in bruises and blood, a hopeless look in his eyes. But what makes your mind ache is the body laying beside the ten year old boy. A 20 year old guy. He looks strong, someone who you know could only live that long in that place, if they were extremely strong and brave. The marks around his neck send a shiver down your body, your stomach swooshes so much you think you're going to be ill. He’s the only one that ages with that mark, and there is only one guy who would do that. He’s still there, and that's all your fault.
~~~
“So (Y/n), any theories?” Rossi the one to ask you, his eyes on the notebook that you're clutching tightly.
“Quite a few” You glance up at Hotch, silently asking for permission to take over, he gives a quick nod and with that it's your turn. “It's a team, I want to say at least two older ones that have been doing this for many, many years, and if anyone has lasted long enough they would train them to join them, using them to find more opposition. They need a good routine of fighters, more opportunity for them to grow” You speak in a matter of fact, your fingers tapping away at the table.
“What makes you think they are fighting each other?” JJ glances at you from the photos.
“Easy, look at them, there is only one way someone can get that many bruises and cuts on them. Also not to mention the autopsy results mention multiple broken bones that have healed, internal bleeding due to multiple blunt force trauma”  Your not sure why but air soon becomes harder to inhale, it feels thick and the room starts heating up. Everyones eyes are on you, but you can’t look at them so you're focusing on the files in front of you instead. “Also look at their hands, they aren’t just defensive wounds, they fit back, also they are strong, it's like they train them. Plus they are well nourished so I guess someone is looking after them, my guess is a women is one of our unsubs” 
“That’s one hell of a theory” Morgan says, his eyes burning into you. His gut is full of distrust when it comes to you with this case, something doesn't seem right.
“I know, but have a look and you will see why I’m right, also this case is nothing like we are use to, I have many theories and most of them are strange but, you can see why” You speak from gritting teeth, your hand now gripping the table in front of you. 
“We are going to Nebraska, wheels up in thirty” Aaron eyes stay on you as you zoom out of the room, dying for some fresh air. 
~~~
“Jupiter wake up” Her viciouses voice fills your ears, as a piercing pain invades your side. A sharp hiss slips through your lips as your eyes shoot open, your body shooting up into a sitting position, pushing the thin blanket to the side. Inside you feel numb, nothing inside you is alive anymore, years of training has made you the perfect soldier. 
“Morning Ma’am” Your voice is emotionless, your eyes are dead as you stand up looking up at her. Keeping your hands behind you, your head slightly bent. 
“We have a new comer, you are to welcome them this morning, I don’t care if they live or die just clean up your mess” Her voice is assertive, a cunning look on her face as she leads you down the hall and past the other trainee soldiers. Some of them are still asleep, most of them without blankets, only winners get comfort items. You stroll past the training room where your fellow soldiers are lifting weights before being allowed to eat. You glance at them a part of you wishing you could join them, but that's not your task this morning. Instead you get to fight, and you get to choose the outcome, oh you do enjoy these fights. You always win, and even better, it doesn’t take much effort. Ma’am leads you to the empty swimming pool, where most fights to the death take place. As you walk over to the edge you spot your opponent, he looks small and extremely frightened, barely a challenge. He’s already got blood over his face as he hides on the corner of the pool, the area where the bloodstains seem to be less. A small chuckle leaves you as you check him out, the thoughts of destroying him winding you up. Licking your lips softly before glancing over at Ma’am waiting for permission to go down.
“Go on, but try and make it fair” She laughs softly, enjoying the murderous gaze in your eyes. In a matter of seconds you're jumping into the pool, smirking darkly as you make your way over to him. The boy looks to be about 14 or 15, a couple years or so younger than you. He looks up at you, a confused and scared look plastered over his face, it grows when you stop a few metres back from him. 
“Y you… you're alive” His whisper is barely audible, but it makes you freeze. That voice, you know that voice, how? 
“Come here, now” You growl at him, gritting your teeth as you stare into his eyes.
“I thought you died (Y/n)” He takes a small step forward staring at you with hope. Oh how wrong that looks for a place like this. 
“That's not my name” You spit at him, a horrible shiver dripping down your spine. 
“Yes it is” He speaks more confidently as he steps closer. “Your name is (Y/n), we used to be friends” That name, why do you know that name, it's wrong, it's so wrong. 
“I don’t know you” You sneer at him, taking a step towards him, dangour radiating off you.
“Yes you do, we used to be best friends, (Y/n) please you have to remember me, its Ryan” He begs you to remember. You freeze, Ryan. You know a Ryan, but he’s younger than him, Ryan was ten last time you saw him. But this can’t be him, because that part of your life is long gone, and who the hell does this guy think he is turning up claiming to be a part of that time. You react quickly with a sharp growl escaping you as you launch yourself on him.
“I don’t know you!” You scream as you grab him by his neck, and punch him repeatedly with your other hand. You're a lot stronger than him, using all your strength to pound into him. You let go of his neck, he falls forward with a gasp, begging you to stop but it falls on deaf ears. You knee him in the stomach as he falls forward, grabbing his hair holding him in place as you let him have it. 
“I don't know you” You scream as your anger explodes. “I don’t know (Y/n)!” You shove him into the wall, his body slides down, so you kick him, as you scream repeatedly. “I don't know Ryan” You keep screaming, blood starts to pile around him, as you lose control. “I don’t know you!”
~~~
“I don’t know you!” A scream invades the quietness of the jet. Everyone's head turns towards the scream full of pain, landing on you. You're asleep at the back of the jet, shaking violently with tears streaming down your face. Aaron is up in a matter of seconds, running quickly towards you. The team stays quiet, letting Hotch take control of this situation. He drops to his knees beside you, small whimpers and cries leaves you as you stay dead asleep. 
“(Y/n), wake up” He places his hand firmly on your arm, giving you a rough shake. But nothing, you stay asleep but your cries get louder. 
(Y/n), open your eyes” Aaron shakes you again sharper and luck is on his side. Your eyes shoot open, breathing heavily as you scan your surroundings. The jet, you're on the jet, with your team. Oh shit your team, everyone is watching you, they stare at you with unreadable emotions on their faces, and you hate it. Soon you let your eyes drop down to the man beside you, fear enters you quickly, yanking away from his touch you straighten up quickly.
“Sir, I’m so sorry sir I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I am extremely sorry sir It won’t happen again” Your words fly out of you with fear, your breathing picking up, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you watch him, waiting for the punishment. 
“It's okay” Aaron gulps, hating the fear you're experiencing, the panic attack that’s consuming you. “You are okay, you are safe here” Aaron speaks calmly, taking the chance to place his hand on yours, he’s grateful you don’t pull back.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep” Your voice grows quiet, your lip quivering as the adrenaline dies down. 
“It's okay you're allowed to fall asleep” Aaron reassures you, his thumb running over the back of your hand smoothly.
“I am?” You look up at him hopeful, your eyes full of tears. You almost seem child-like as you ask that simple question.
“Yes you are, I only woke you because you were having a nightmare” Aaron smiles softly at you, hoping he doesn’t embarrass you as he informs you.
“Oh no” You yank away from his touch, panic filling you. You know you sleep talk occasionally, what the hell did you say?
“We all get them, its okay”
“No.. what did I say?” You stare at him with a look of horror. Aaron's face drops, he knows that look, he’s seen it almost everyday of this job. A look victims have when they open up to much of their past, scared their abusiver will come back for them.
“You didn’t say much” He tries his best to comfort you but he knows that determined look in your eyes. “You said ‘I don't know you’ ” 
A small sigh leaves you as you lean your head back in relief, that's all you said then you are fine, you can recover from that. “Thank you” You force a small smile, before raising your voice, turning to look at your coworkers who all seem to be pretending not to pay attention anymore.
“Sorry for disturbing you”
“You're not disturbing us” Hotch is quick to correct you, hating to think that you would think you're a bother. “If you want to talk about it–”
“No thank you, I’m fine” You interpret him quickly, a sharp glare and turning your back to him is all the dismissal he needs. 
~~~
You're in the SUV with Morgan and Rossi, heading downtown to the morgue. You sat in the back seat, reading through the Jason Ducan files, before sighing loudly and laying your head back. The two men in the front seat share some curious looks before glancing back at you.
“You alright back there” Morgan questions you, a small smile on his face.
“Not at all, this makes no sense at all” rubbing your forehead as the frustration causes another headache. “Why the hell did they take Jason Ducan three years ago he doesn’t fit the profile and they wouldn’t of dumped him like that he would of hide the body better, you would think they know not to show of the bodies we are investigating” You can’t hide the frustration and anger invading you, your hand squeezing into fist and you think back. He was a clue back then yet you were so focused on moving on you didn’t see it, this is bad. 
“Maybe your profile is wrong” Dave shrugs as he speaks, as if it's a casual thing.
“My profile is not wrong!” You snap at him, the anger burning away at your chest.
“I still don’t understand your interest in this case” Derek turns around to face you, a distrustful look in his eyes, one you can’t help but return.
“Well, no one was looking into it, someone has to care. I'm sorry if that irritates you Derek” Glaring deadly at him, as his eyes widen just slightly at your comeback before turning back to the front.
“I was just asking.'' He grumbles before glancing at Dave who is staring at you through the rearview mirror, watching as your face drops as you cross your arms. 
~~~
You are shown the bodies and as the doctor talks you can’t hear her, the words flying over your head as you grab some gloves and start touching the bodies. Three pairs of eyes on you, watching like a hawk as you move like lightning. Your hands travel around the older unnamed victim's neck. The dark unformed bruises with a slight cut you can tell were made with wire, your stomach spinning as you move away from it and down to his feet. 
“His neck wound was made by wire” You state as you kneel down by his feet, anger flooding through you as you see the scars. They are doing it again. “Holy shit” Your words are barely audible, but Morgan catches them, his eyebrow narrowing as he watches you.
“What did you find (Y/l)” Morgan makes his way over to you, spotting fear deep inside your eyes before you quickly mask the emotion once more.
“You need to ring Garcia” You look up at him, gulping thickly. “I think they are recording them” 
“What, how can you tell?” It's Rossi that asks as he walks over, joining you and Morgan at the feet of the victims. 
“Look at this” You show them the bottom of the left foot of the victim, where a big L is cut into along with the name victory which looks like it has been tried to be cut out. 
“Okay” Morgan looks at you puzzled. “How did you get that they recorded them from this?”
“The L, It means they lost, I bet they showed this to the camera to show them that they truly did lose this time” Maybe what you said doesn’t make sense to the profilers, but it's what they do. But they stopped, you know they stopped. You couldn’t find them on the dark web so they had to have stopped but you never relooked when the bodies started dropping again. 
“You can’t know that” Morgan goes to argue with you, a hand on his arm stops him. He turns his head to see Dave shaking his head at him. Morgan stares at him stumped wanting to argue but he can read that look in Dave’s eyes, there is something more going on here. 
“It makes sense, they can earn money this way and also they are sick twisted little fuckers who can find other twisted fuckers to enjoy in on their torment as well” You speak quickly as you pull your phone out, taking photos of his foot. 
“Okay I guess I’ll call Penelope then” Morgan sighs glancing at the dead set look on your face before walking out. You go to move onto Jason Ducan, touching his foot lightly before freezing. You stare at him for a few moments, your body frozen in place. He’s too young, his family loved him. How could they take him from them? It doesn't make sense.
“(Y/n), do you want me to do it?” Dave calls out to you kindly, breaking up your thoughts.
“No I got it” You reply letting out a small breath before pulling back his foot and taking a photo. A small W has been crossed out and replaced with a L, your heart crashing into your stomach as you see it. In a flash you're pulling away and making your way outside for some fresh air.
~~~
You lean against the SUV as you ring Reid, who is driving to see the other body that was discovered last night. 
“Hey (Y/l), You're on speaker phone” You can hear Reid smile through the phone.
“Hey guys, are you at the body yet?” You focus on slowly your racing heart beat as you speak to them, readying yourself to pass on the information.
“Not yet, we are still two and half hours out from the town” Emily response, glancing at the phone as she drives. 
“Okay that's fine, I just have a few things I need you to look at when you get there” Taking a breath as you think back to the cut on Jason's foot. “On his left foot I need you to see if there is anything cut into it, I am sending you a photo of the other two victims' feet okay” You quickly send them the photos.
“Okay I got it” Reid replies after a few moments.
“Oh that's gross” Emily groans.
“That's because you hate feet” Smirking just a little at her reaction.
“It's not my fault they are smelly and gross” She laughs just a little.
“Also you two should be driving through a small town called Cobar, it's a small town with a big population of homeless teenages It might pay to stop and talk to them, see if they have seen anything out of place lately” You take a sharp breath as a strange feeling starts filling you as you think about that place.
“Sure we can do that” Emily nods, her face tightening into a frown. “Hey, um are you okay?” 
“I'm good, why?” Your lips pull into a thin line as you line.
“Because this case seems to be weighing on you alot” She explains, tapping her finger on the steering wheel.
“Nope It's just another case, I gotta go” You quickly hang up before she can ask more questions. Reid and Prentiss share some strange and concerning looks as the phone beeps.
“What is he hiding?” Emily mumbles to herself as she stares out at the road.
~~~
The rest of the day goes by quickly, you three end up meeting up with JJ and Hotch back at the precinct. Rossi and Morgan go and talk with Jason Duncan's parents once they arrive trying to get more information from them. JJ works with other precincts where the other bodies and missing boys have been reported, trying to get all the information she can. You and Hotch work together trying to organise a timeline for the last 12 months, and with all the information you already have some parts are easy to fill in. Until he starts questioning you on the one part you can’t answer. 
“They shouldn’t be here, they should have gone east” Hotch sighs as you both stare at the map laid across the table. 
“I agree but they didn’t” You don’t agree with that, but according to the timeline it makes sense. 
“But do you agree?” Hotch looks up at you, doubt playing across his face. 
“What are you getting at Hotch?” Huffing little as you pick up your coffee, staring back at him.
“You said they would be coming this way, so why would you think that?” There’s his stern look eating at you. Making your stomach sink as you hide the truth from him. The truth is, you know their base is around here. This town is the first thing you remember when you escape but you can’t tell him that, no one can know. 
“I don't know” You lie, and it's a bad one.
“Don’t lie to me” 
“I'm not lying!” You don’t mean to snap at him, but fear and guilt were eating away at you and you can’t contain it anymore.
“Then tell me the truth” His words are sharp and to the point, but his face stays calm, his eyes soft and caring as he stares at you.
“Fine, I had a feeling like this town means something, because look at the pattern here Aaron” Your shoulders tenses up as you lean forward, pointing at the map. “Look, they always avoid this town, and they always avoided leaving bodies in this state until last night so since they did that I decided to take a risk and wait for them to leave us something around here and do you want to know what I’m thinking right now” A smirk slips onto your lips as you speak, a feeling of excitement spreads throughout you as you share your idea.
“You think their base is around here” Aaron finishes your thought, not liking that smirk on your face. 
“Exactly and if they left us this breadcrumb it only means two things, one they are somehow becoming sloppy or two—”
“They know you are investigating them” He finishes your sentence again, dread filling him due to just how close you are to this investigation.
“Not me, but someone yes and we can use that” 
“How?” 
Luckily Aaron's phone rings just before you have to answer that.
“It's Garcia” He glances at you before answering it, placing it on speaker. “Hey Garcia, what do you got?”
“Well boss man, I got good news and some gross news” Penelope's sweet voice floats through the phone. 
“What's the good news Garica?” You straighten up as you hope.
“Well our unnamed victim is Liam Clark, he’s 19 years old and went missing five years ago in florida” Garcia informs you both just as the door to the conference room opens and the rest of the team walks in. 
“Alright, can you send through his family information please” You sigh, leaning backwards in your chair, the stress of the case becoming too much. 
“Will do my love, now are we ready for some more information?” Her voice starts filling with dread as she types aways.
“Hit us with the good stuff baby girl” Morgan speaks up, coming to sit on the edge of the table by the phone.
“Oh I wish it was good news chocolate thunder, but (Y/n) was right.” She sighs as Aaron phones dings. “I found their profile on the dark web and all their live streams have been saved, there are hundreds of them, maybe even closer to a thousand, and they got back many, many years” She takes a deep breath before continuing. “I haven’t looked at them all yet but there are some that are over 25 years old” 
Your heart sinks, your palms becoming sweaty as realisation sits in. Your videos are still up, your team could find out in a matter of seconds what you are. 
“25 years…” Your voice is as quiet as a mouse, your throat tightening up as your team glances over at you. “How did no one see this?” Your voice gets louder, filling with anger as you jump to your feet. 
“They hide their tracks well” Reid speaks up, his eyes focused on you.
“Bullshit, no one can hide their tracks that well!”
“Okay you need to take a breath” Hotch gets up, walking closer to you. Watching the anger firing up inside your eyes.
“No, we need to find these monsters and make them pay, they have hurt and ruined so many innocent people's lives” You spit the words out, your hands squeezing into fist. 
“Is that all?” Morgan questions you, getting up, standing uncomfortably close to you.
“What's that meant to mean!?” Your body is already in defensive mode, locking itself down as Morgan has a determined look inside his own. 
“Well you seem to be hiding something from us and I would like to know what that is?” His questioning is dangerous, he steps closer to you. The rest of the room falls quiet, your eyes burning into his.
“How about, none of your damn business Morgan”
“It is my business when you drag us into it” He huffs back at you. “Just tell us what you're hiding” He steps closer, his breath lingering on your skin.
“Back the fuck up Derek” Your voice is lower, and full of danger. You can feel yourself about to snap and if you do, you don’t think you will be able to stop.
“We barely know you, so why don’t you just tell us what the hell is going on” Derek demands to know “What is wrong with you (Y/n)?” His hand raises up, and before you can process what is happening. Bam. Your fist collides with his mouth and you see red as he stumbles backwards. You follow him, a low growl leaves you as you punch him again, this time aiming for his eyes. He manages to block, trying to hold you back, but you don’t stop trying to get a blow on him. You can hear voices all around you but you can’t hear past the blood rushing in your ears. Soon there are arms wrapping around you from behind, pulling you away from Morgan. You struggle against them trying to break free as you stare daggering at Morgan who is being confronted by three people of your team, you don’t recognize them. Soon there is another person in your way, your body tenses as you see them. They quickly place their hands on your cheeks which make you freeze, the anger vanishing from inside you. Your vision starts easing up and faces start becoming recognizable. The person who is holding your face gently, has beautiful eyes, and a soft smile.
“Your safe (Y/n)” JJ speaks softly, “Just take some breaths” You stare at her, and soon start copying her breathing. Rossi lets you go, moving towards the rest of the team as you calm down.
“Let me go JJ” Your words are as cold as ice, the numb empty look in your eyes being replaced by guilt and anger. 
“Okay” She takes a breath before removing her hands and as soon as she does you bolt out the door.
~~~
You keep running once you get outside, you don’t stop, you can’t, you just can’t. Your mind is spinning and the only way you know how to get it to become quiet again, is to run. So that's what you do, you run. The sun is already set so you enjoy the darkness as you run. You can’t believe you lost it and punch Morgan, but what the hell is he getting at? Now what the hell are you meant to say, what lie are you meant to produce that will cover your ass. You're not sure how long you have been running for, but you're running out of breath when you see a corner store and think oh why not. Checking you have your wallet you head inside grabbing a bottle of water and a pack of cigarettes. Walking back out you open it, throwing the rubbish in the bin before lighting it and taking a long drag. Closing your eyes as you inhale it, it's been a long time since you last smoked and god does it just hit right tonight. Slowly you begin walking back to the precinct, enjoying the nicotine hit. You know you're about halfway to the precinct when you decide to check your phone after feeling it ring a few times. 
Missed phone calls: Aaron Hotchner (6)
Penelope Garcia (3)
You're not sure how many smokes you have consumed already but the pack is way lighter than it used to be. You really should ring them back instead of lighting another one, but oh well you think as you bring one more to your lips. Pulling out the lighter just as a car pulls up beside you, groaning softly as you recognize it. You keep walking, not caring to look at him as he rolls the window down. 
“Get in the car” Hotch yells at you, following you.
“Nope” You go to light the smoke instead when he stops the car and gets out. 
“We are an hour walk from the precinct, get the hell in” Aaron doesn’t bother to hide his anger, holding himself back from grabbing that cigarette from your hand.
“Or what?”
“Or you're fired, and I’ll leave you here” He huffs angrily, seeing you weighing up your options.
“Fine” You take a long drag on your smoke before stomping it out and climbing in.
~~~
The ride back is quiet, as you stare out the window.
“How angry is everyone?” Your voice is quiet and empty. Almost empty because Aaron can detect a small trail of sadness and fear in your words. 
“Morgan winded you up on purpose, he pushed you too far. That wasn’t okay what either of you two did” Hotch ignored your question, because he knew you wouldn’t accept that fact no one is angry. No, everyone is just worried and concerned about you, something you don’t know how to spot or accept when it comes to yourself. He wishes you could just trust the team, trust him enough to let them help. 
“I have a past” You pull yourself closer as you stare out the window, thinking about your next words carefully. 
“You don’t have to tell me” Aaron quickly tells you softly, needing you to know there is no rush.
“And if I do want to tell you?” You glance at him quickly, and for a moment you forget he is your boss and see him in the light of your friend. 
“Then I'm here to listen” He smiles lightly at you. You nod quickly looking back out the window, and then slowly you move your hand towards him, which he happily takes sliding his fingers between yours.
“I was abused growing up, no one cared and nobody knew, I never told anyone” You stare out the window, emotions settling down as you speak. “This case brings back memories I never wanted to relieve back up, I have to find these people so that we can save these kids” Your voice is sweet as you speak, this is a side no one but Aaron ever gets to see.
“And we will get them and we will get them help” Aaron smiles weakly as he pulls up. “But once this case is over we need to get you some help too, okay?” His thumb slides over your hand as you glance at him. If only he knew that nothing on earth can help you, and at the end of this case you don’t think you will still be on this team.
“Okay” You nod forcing a small smile before pulling away and making your way inside.
~~~
You walk in quietly, followed by Aaron. The team is staring up at the tv, watching some of the latest fights. You freeze as you catch a glance of his face on the screen. You knew he was still there but the look in his eyes is killing you. He's gone, replaced by a murderous robot, his skills are fast and sharp. 
“Ryan” His name slips off your tongue before you can stop it, your body tenses up as you stare at the screen and the way he gets his opponent down in one quick move. Emily pauses it as everyone's head turns to you once more. This time everyone looks at you with concern as they see the tears forming in your eyes, which you quickly push away once you let everyone get a good look.
“You know him?” Reid asks you, tilting his head as he asks you. 
“Um y yeah..” You take a deep breath. “I went to school with him” It's a lie, but you know it's golden. “He went missing when he was around 15 years old, we were best friends then one day he didn't turn up to school and well” You take  a deep breath as Aaron leads you to a chair, your arms shaking just a little. “He was officially determined missing a week later, his parents were absent, they didn’t care for him” That wasn’t a lie, he told you about his parents and how much they hurt him and how they were barely at home. 
“Oh (Y/n)” JJ places her hand softly on the table beside your hand, not touching but showing you she is here for you. You give her a soft smile in response. 
“If he’s been there this whole time it's been twelve years” Twelve years, he is never going to be the same.
“Jesus christ” Morgan groans with regret as he looks at you. “That's what you were hiding?”
“I had a feeling he was there.. I was just hoping I was wrong” Your voice is weak and tiredness is starting to take over. It's been almost 48 hours since you last slept.
“Now we got a lead, tomorrow we get Garcia to look into him but let's call it a night it's late we all need sleep” Hotch states, everyone nodding in agreement including you as you stare at Ryan's face on the screen. That's all your fault.
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I got permission and love from @rarestdoge to show off this guy! Meet 'Overlord' Villain!Cameron Copperbottom. How he came to be, the idea of playing terraria together on master mode but as our villain characters. Realized Doge does not have a villain character and him wanting to play as his son and inspire by an abandoned construction site made this sad bastard. So Enjoy!
Ashley, Henry and Charles designs belong to @mai-mai-lim
Brutus belongs to @smoresthehalloweenqueen
The Incandescent Prince AU:
Cameron Takes over after private investigator and struggles hard with being in the leadership position. Ashley and Brutus trying to help him but they too are trying to figure out there new roles as his seconds. So hence the more angry and stressed out Cameron. Eventually they prepare the space station and have the toppat king ending style fight with the government and get out. Once in space Cameron determines that a next course of action is to recuse the remaining Toppats.
Charles and Seung-Jae are assigned any mission dealing with the Toppats because of their experience with them. This leads to the heist against the wall that Cameron prepares. Upon raiding the wall Charles and Seung-Jae are alerted to the situation and are sent in. This is where it goes revenged arc vibes. The rescue team ending up in the cafeteria and having the airship on stand by. Charles and Seung-Jae having land on the helicopter pad making their way down to the Toppats Location.
The Wall and Toppats are duking it out when they arrive and the main rescue team having gotten most of the Toppat on to the air craft. A few still behind, Right Hand Man is fighting with Cameron against Dimitri when Seung-Jae charges RHM and body checks him, causing him to lose balance and fall out the building. Cameron of course goes after him not really thinking. Which is the slight scene I drew where Honeymaple catches Cameron but was unable to save RHM. This leads to him being in critical condition. The mission was a success but at what cost.
This cause Cameron to spiral slightly. Reginald due to RHMs condition does not resume leadership and consoles Cameron as much as he can in his grief. Cameron continues being leader but with a bit more venom, he disliked the government before but now he hates the government. He hates Seung-Jae for Locking his dads up and being the cause that his dad might die. Seung-Jae is consumed with guilt and is not doing too good. Ashley and Brutus try to be there for Cameron but Cameron is isolating himself. He then imposes a new mission: to make the governments lives a living nightmare.
He sets a new rule to engage in combat with all government agents and to not show mercy. He begins these heist with high risk, high reward. He wants to government to surrender for one reason to get Henry Stickmin in the most humiliating way possible and then kill him in front of the whole clan for what he has done. Ashley and Brutus are of course horrified by the plan and start trying to reason with him. Which leads to ‘you’re either with me or against me’ argument.
Eventually His plan does work out and he gets Seung-Jae but also Charles as he not about to leave Henry alone to the Toppats. Cameron is pissed even more at the fact that Charles is here and he is associated with Henry but not even his brother can reason with him. At this point the Toppat doctors and Reginald managed to locate some scientists who can help save RHM, making him into Right Hand Man Reborn.
Cameron has prepared the stage for this judgment and execution. No body is happy with this but they are not about to stop their prince yet. The judgement has been made and the execution is to be delivered. Cameron facing down Seung-Jae as Charles and his seconds are trying to convince Cameron not to do this. Seung-Jae sacred by resigned to his fate. The Toppats unable to do anything without the risk of Cameron firing before they could stop him. Right Hand Man enters the Stage. Talking down Cameron and embracing him in a hug. Letting him know it’s alright. Cameron has a mental breakdown, his stress of being leader and everything that has happen, seeing his dad there and hugging him.
He cried.
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pedropascalsx · 2 years
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Oh Cristina, #13 did THINGS to me when I read it. Your choice of who you'd like it to be, but if you're taking requests then yes please ;)
LJ, my love!! I hope I did your prompt justice. Thank you so so so so much for submitting one and I really hope you enjoy this.
Javier Pena x F! Agent reader.
Summary: A stupid moment causes a world of hurt and you spend the next few months in an uncomfortable situation with one of your partners; but a fateful evening could change it all.
Warnings: Angst, smut, and Javi being an asshole. P in V sex, Oral (F receiving), Fingering and unprotected sex, creampie? Dirty talk.
PROMPT: 13. "i’d hold onto something if i were you".
Word count: 3.5 words (im so sorry this one got a bit away from me i didn't intend for it to be this long.)
A/n thank you to @psychedelic-ink for reading for me. And thank you to my lovely LJ for the prompt.
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The news that you’d be stuck alone on a stakeout with Javier Pena that very evening made you groan loudly, pissed off and nervous about the idea of spending god knows how long with a man who despised you and without having Murphy there to keep the peace made your tummy churn.
It wasn’t always this tough with Javier Pena, but after you’d giggled a little too loudly at a joke from Steve Murphy about Javiers’ preference for a certain brothel – incidentally the same brothel you’d be staking out at - he’d held it against you ever since. You’d tried to break the ice a few times, but he’d just walked away or glared back at you; so, you’d just stopped trying.
No more friendly good mornings, banter or offering to grab him a cup of coffee at the cart – you’d gotten to the point where the only conversation you’d have with him would be about work and even then, he’d grind his teeth so loudly it was clear that he’d rather hear it from anyone else.
So, you sat at your desk and waited to hear the inevitable groaning and angry muttering from your partner about being stuck with you and just like clockwork he came into your shared office, spitting some incoherent bullshit and cursing Steve under his breath for being out with the stomach flu.
Pena had been given some intel from one of his girls a few days previous that Quica would be visiting the brothel a few days later to see Vanessa and the original stakeout plan didn’t involve you at all. Steve and Javier had been planning it meticulously for the last few days whilst you were busy working through the mountains of paperwork that your team had been neglecting.
You sat in silence for most of the morning, burying yourself in the last few piles of paperwork stacked up on your desk before he finally spoke; every word drenched in venom as his utter distain for you became more and more glaring.
“You’re only there because they’re making you be there – I’d rather do it alone. You don’t need to talk, you don’t need to do anyth-“
“I am just as capable as you Pena, and if any situation arises that would require my talking or me taking any action at all – I won’t be waiting on your permission.” You quip back cutting him off.
“Never said anything about your capability… but I care... I care about those girls and if anything happens to any of them; it’s on me. You follow my lead.”
Despite the harshness of his tone, you’re taken back by his words and the obvious truth in them.
“You’re in charge, Pena” you say raising your hands in front of you, “But don’t expect me not to do my job.”
You watch him nod his head a few times before loudly scoffing and shooting out of the door, leaving you in peace and with a feeling of dread bubbling up inside of you.
The stakeout.
He’d banged on your door a few times before disappearing out to his jeep, you lived in the apartment directly next to Javiers and he’d informed you earlier that day that he’d be driving and for you to be ready by 7pm. You were just slipping on your jacket as he banged the door, and the noise sent a shiver through your spine. You’d spent the last hour convincing yourself that maybe tonight would be the night that he’d let it go and you could go back to the banter and the messing around that you’d secretly really missed.
You missed the way he’d carefully push his aviators over the bridge of your nose when you were being blinded by the sun, you missed the way he called you hermosa and the way he’d perch himself on the edge of your desk and mindlessly chat shit with you just to piss off Murphy.
He was already sitting in his car when you’d bounced out of the building, he cursed under his breath at the way it made him feel. He’d hated that in the past three months of pushing you away and keeping you at arm’s length had done nothing to relax his feelings for you. He would never admit it out loud, but it had burned him more than he’d care to admit to anyone even himself, when you giggled at the stupid joke Steve had made. He’d never felt judged by you until that moment – you’d always ignored the comments about his preferences and never once said anything to him about who he chose to spend his evenings with, and he’d really appreciated that about you. You’d never said anything to him the morning after you’d arrived home late from the office, and he was in the middle of paying a cab driver to take one of the girls he’d requested to swing by his apartment home. You simply said hello to both of them and went on your way, it was obvious who she was and what she had been there for.
He'd been seeing his favourites on a more frequent basis after you’d joined the team, wanting to push away any feelings or urges he felt towards you, and it wasn’t working. He’d gotten comfortable with you – looking forward to making you smile or finding reasons to gently press his hand on the bottom of your back when he passed and hoping the sun would hit you in the face just enough for him to be able to use one hand until your chin to tip your face up to his, whilst the other hand gently pushed his beloved sunglasses onto your delicate face.
And then you laughed that fateful day, and it felt like a punch to the gut. It felt like you were laughing directly in his face, and he fucking hated how affected by it he was.
You approached his jeep slowly and with tentative steps and it made his stomach drop, he wanted to greet you with the certain smile that was reserved just for you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he just raised an eyebrow and turned to look straight ahead.
“Good evening, Javi” you murmured as you climbed into his truck. It had been months since you’d sat in this very seat, and you cursed yourself for feeling sad about how much you’d missed it. He said nothing as you clipped your seatbelt in and just sped off towards the brothel.
“I phoned Steve and he filled me in on the plan” you say as you study his face, appreciating the curve of his nose that you love so much and the messy little hairs that stick out on his mustache, “Happy to follow your lead, it’s uh- it’s a great plan.”
He says nothing but a few short nods of his head confirm that he was listening. Before you know it, you’re pulling into the street where you’ll potentially be for the remainder of the evening and into the early hours of the night.
The house is pretty unsuspecting, and any walking past would likely have no clue what goes on behind those doors. He pulls up a few hundred yards from the house, far enough away for no one to see you two keeping on eye but close enough to see anyone and anything that would emerge or enter the front door.
The silence is deafening, you’d been sat for hours, and no-one had entered or left the house. You found yourself focusing on Javier and the way his fingers kept digging into his jean clad thighs, the way he muttered something quietly under his breath and how every time a car approached, he’d prepare himself to swing into action just in case it was Quica finally arriving.
After four hours the only movement from the house was an unidentified man arriving, going in and leaving less than 25 minutes later looking a lot happier than he did when he arrived.
 It was only around midnight that the door suddenly swung open and one of the girls came out and looked around that you thought something was going to happen. She looked up and down and after a few moments Javi flashed his lights to grab her attention and she started to run towards the car.
“Vanessa!” he called as she approached the window “¿estas bien?”
“Lo Siento, Javi. El no viene.” You watch as she reaches out and strokes his arm a few times before whispering something you didn’t catch in his ear; he smiles at her and you can’t help but feel a twang of jealousy that he so easily gave her something he’s kept from you for so long. She doesn’t acknowledge you, but you didn’t expect her to anyway, and eventually she pulls herself away and runs back towards the house.
You hate how jealous you feel, the ugliness bubbling up in the pit of your stomach as he doesn’t take his eyes off of her once until she’s back inside and the door is shut behind her. You need to get away. The tension, the urge to admit something you’ve kept from everyone and for a long time even yourself threatening to reveal itself and you reach down and unbuckle your seatbelt.
“What are you doing?” he demands, and you jump at the unexpected sound of his voice.
“I’m not blind, Javier, and she said he isn’t coming. So, go. Go make something of this night, I’m more than capable of getting myself home.” Unsteady breaths coat each word, and you curse yourself for being unable to keep yourself from remaining collected.
“Put your fucking seatbelt back on” he scoffs before switching on the engine and speeding back off towards your apartment building.
“What is your fucking problem?” the words escape your mouth before you have time to register yourself saying them.
“You.” He quips back before letting out a low growl, “You. You’re my fucking problem. I didn’t need you here tonight, but fucking Steve… Just keep your mouth shut and stop breathing so fucking loudly.”
“Go fuck yourself, Javier.”
You’re not expecting his response, but it makes your blood boil. He says nothing, he just laughs. He laughs at you.
“Is that what you’re going to do, baby? Get home and then climb into bed all alone and fuck yourself with that little vibrator that keeps me up at night?”
You feel yourself go bright red, every part of you blushing pink as he continues to laugh.
“Wh-what are…” you attempt to stumble out a sentence, but words refuse to come to you.
“Oh, don’t be shy, baby” he growls out, “You can shame me for whatever I choose to do but god forbid I mention any of your choices.”
“I have never shamed you for who you choose to sleep with, Javier, I just fucking offered to walk home in the middle of the night so you could go see a woman who clearly likes you. I don’t give a fuck if you pay her for it or not.” You all but shout back at him.
“You’ve never shamed me? Fuck you. You fucking laughed at me. You fucking laughed in my face.”
“No, I didn’t. I laughed at a stupid fucking joke that Murphy made, and I only laughed because it was so fucking obvious that it was because HE was jealous. And I’ve tried multiple times to talk to you about it and you’ve been a fucking asshole every time.”
“No… you were laughing at me? For see-”
“No, I was laughing at Steve. It had been months since Connie had fucked off back to the states and he was too much of a bitch to go out and seek a woman in a bar and was clearly fucking jealous that all of those women hope that you’re going to pick them, and he doesn’t have the balls to even try.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. You’ve treated me like fucking crap for months and all because you’re too pig-headed to listen to someone when they’re trying to speak to you. Fuck it. I fucking miss you. I miss my friend, but I’ve had to face that fact I don’t think you were ever my friend. So, fucking willing to throw everything what was special to me because of a stupid giggle. And now you fucking use the fact I’m clearly lonely as a weapon? Honestly, fuck you, Javi.”
It isn’t until you finish your rant that it registers to you that he’d already pulled up outside your apartment building and you throw the car door open and make a beeline for the door. Embarrassment springing up in the form of acid rain, falling freely down your cheeks as he calls your name out from somewhere behind you.
You stumble into the building, letting the door slam behind you as you run towards your door – not wanting him to see you sobbing over something you can’t be sure was important to him in the first place. But before you can slam your apartment door, he’s pressing up behind you and pushing himself inside.
“Javi, I need to sleep” you croak out as you refuse to turn to face him.
“You need to listen. I need to listen. We can’t go on like this.” He says barely above a whisper.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah, well it matters to me.” He grits out.
“Why? Why now? You’ve had no prob”
“Will you stop? Stop telling me how I feel. Or what is or isn’t important to me? It fucking killed me when you laughed. When I thought you were laughing at me. For fucking months, I’ve been unable to look you in the eye or to fucking talk to you without it replaying in my head.”
“Well, if you’d have let me talk to you, you’d have known.” You yell at him, spinning around and facing him without a care that you’re still sobbing.
He takes a large breath in, and his eyes drop down over your face, before taking a step forward and reaching out his hand to wipe away a tear.
“I’m sorry.”
You’re not sure who made the first move, you’re not sure how quickly it happened but all you know is his mouth is slanted against yours and one hand is gripping onto the bottom of your chin whilst the other is wrapped around your lower back.
The way he kisses is like a dream, his plush lips pressed against yours as his tongue eagerly licks through your mouth; soft moans escaping into his as he presses himself against you.
“Do you want this?” he murmurs against your mouth, and you nod furiously before pulling him back in for another kiss.
You pull at the buttons on your blouse and shrug it off onto the floor, before working on your pencil skirt; his hand helping you shove it down your thighs until it drops to the ground. You immediately start working on removing his clothes as his lips fuse themselves tighter to your own.
His hands work their ways up and down your body as he grips onto and squeeze any and every part of you, and he groans as you temporarily remove them from yourself to remove his leather jacket and shirt.
“Can’t fuck me if you’re fully dressed” you murmur into his lips.
“Wanna bet? You only needed to undress one part of me.” He says and you can feel his smirk against you, “How do you want this?”
“We have three months of being frustrated with each other to erase. How do you think I fucking want it?”
“Yeah?  Well, then I’d hold onto something if I were you.” He says as he swings you around and walks you towards your couch. Bending you over the back of it and then dropping to his knees. He spreads your legs apart and rubs his palms up and down your thighs; “I’ve been fucking aching to find out how you taste” he growls before burying his face in your pussy. His nose notching against your entrance as he licks and sucks on your clit. The noises he makes into your core are sinful as you desperately moan and chant his name, you knew he’d be fucking good… but you had no idea he’d be this good.
He coaxes your first orgasm out of you within minutes, taking the time to lap up every last drop of your arousal as you keen in front of him.
“Good girl” he praises as he pulls himself back up on his feet, kicking your legs apart a little further before tracing a finger up and down your slit, “Going to need to stretch you open, before I give you my cock, baby.” A loud whimper escapes through your lips as he presses a thick finger into you, finding that sweet spot immediately. “Oh, there it is” he says with a cocky grin that you can’t see, but damn you can hear it.
He moves his finger in and out, increasing the pace each time before adding a second. You feel yourself clamp down around his digits as your second orgasm threatens to erupt. “Oh fuck, so fucking tight” he grits out from behind his teeth, “You want another?”
The yes you manage to croak out is small, but he wastes no time, adding a third and stretching you a little more before you cum hard and loud on his hand.
“Javi” you breathe out, “Please.”
“Please, what? What baby? What do you want? Use your words” he teases in your ear.
“I want your cock” you plead, “Please. I need you to fill me.”
“Yeah? Need me to fill you with my cock and fuck this pussy full of my cum?”
“Yes, oh god, yes, please.” You beg as you feel yourself clench around nothing at the sound of his zipper being pulled down as he frees his achingly hard cock and drags it through your folds.
“Hold on tight, baby” he manages to growl out before pressing the tip of him into you. The stretch is delicious, barely an inch inside and your pussy is already clamping around on him, “Relax, sweet girl” he murmurs as he pushes himself in further and further; loving the sweet noises that you make in response to him.
“You’re so fucking thick” you choke out as he fills you more and more with each thrust, “God you feel so good.”
The moment he’s fully nestled inside of you, he takes a minute to let you adjust, waiting until you inevitably start to beg him to move, and you don’t disappoint. A smirk spreading across his face as he realises that he finally has you in the place he’s fucked his own fist thinking about many times.
“Javier, move, please… Please” you plead as his hands find their way to your hips, anchoring you in place and keeping a tight grip as he rolls his hips back before slamming them forward and until you’re screaming and moaning his name. The sounds of your moans and his groans are only out shadowed by the sound of skin slapping against skin. His pace is relentless, delicious and desperate. A thick finger presses down on your clit before he demands you to cum, rubbing perfect circles against your bundle of nerves and just as he demands; you cum. Soaking his cock with your arousal, and feeling heat rise into your cheeks as you feel it drip down your thighs, “Good, good fucking girl” he growls as his picks up his pace, dragging his cock against that spot with every calculated thrust, revelling in the way you pussy sucks him back in and clenches around him so tightly. “One more” he says before sinking his teeth into the soft skin of your neck, “One more and I’ll fill this pussy up so deep and drag you into your bedroom and do it over and over, until you can’t take it anymore.”
His words alone are almost enough and the filthy groan that he unleashes as you clench down so tightly around him makes you flush. Two fingers find your overstimulated clit and he rubs perfect and precise circles over and over whilst slamming his cock in and out of you until you fall apart for the third time, this time whimpering his name in a desperate chant as he gently praises and assures you, “I know, baby, I know… you’re doing so fucking good for me, hermosa.” And the unexpected return of the affectionate pet-name makes you keen beneath him. His pace picks up yet again, but his thrusts become sloppier and sloppier, each one reaching deeper before he spills inside of you. His cum coating your walls with each thrust until he’s entirely spent and leaning over you.
His cock softening in your core as he places gentle kisses all over you neck and across your shoulders.
That night he keeps his word, taking you to your bed and making you his over and over. He keeps his word again and again and again for every night for the next week after; and with each visit and each lingering look he gives you at work – you make a silent promise to each other to continue making each other your own.
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Strictly Confidential: Chapter Six
A Modern Feysand AU
She’s a law student turned confidential informant. He’s a federal prosecutor with one goal: bringing down her boyfriend for his white collar crimes. What could go wrong?
A/N: I would like to thank "girl i've always been" by Olivia Rodrigo for helping me produce this one. Thanks for your patience and your love on the last chapter. Enjoy, and let me know if you would like to be tagged.
Also, I make no promises on the accuracy of international travel, time changes, and FBI investigations from this point forward. Welcome to the world of fanfiction, everyone--everything is subject to the machinations of my own mind. 😈
Sorry if the editing is crap. Needs must, and all that.
TW: drinking/alcohol
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Chapter Six
It took Rhysand two days—two days—to get in touch with Feyre after Azriel’s attack.
“I’m going to kill you,” Feyre hissed through her teeth as she stepped onto the Illyria Station platform, the final station on the Prythian City Metro Line. Rhys’s eyebrow rose at the venom in Feyre’s voice, one large hand resting on the small of her back as he guided her away from the train and through the station, up the stairs, and into an awaiting black car.
“You realize you just threatened to murder a federal prosecutor,” Rhys noted as he tapped on the window separating them from the front seats. The driver pulled away from the curb.
“What of it?” Feyre asked. “Bare threats won't get you anywhere in court.”
“Maybe so, but if you do kill me, there are plenty of witnesses on the platform who could testify to your intent.”
“Good luck tracking them down when you’re dead,” Feyre said, holding Rhys’s gaze, his eyes twinkling in the dimness of the car.
Feyre almost smiled back at him, at the way words tripped so easily off her tongue whenever Rhys was around. But she swallowed the urge, instead rolling her eyes and slumping down in the leather seat, Rhys’s eyes tracking her every move. “Are you going to tell me if Agent Lapis is alright or not, or are you just going to press me for more information on—?”
Rhys lunged forward, his large hands covering her mouth. “No names until we get to the safe house.”
He waited for her to nod, his very large body taking up so much space as he hovered over her, the scent of salt and citrus enveloping her at his closeness.
Feyre struggled to suck down a breath, and it wasn't because Rhys was covering her mouth.
“Don’t you trust your driver?” Feyre asked when Rhys removed his hands, her body suddenly cold as he slid across the leather seat, back toward his side of the car.
“Of course I do,” Rhys said. “But we can’t be too careful. After Azriel’s attack, it’s best we take a little more care with our conversations, where we are, who sees us together.”
Feyre didn’t say anything, folding her arms over her chest.
Rhys blew out a breath. “Azriel is fine. He took a bad beating, but he’s had worse. He’ll be on his feet in another day or two, albeit with a few extra bruises.”
“And do you think it was—was—” Feyre pressed her lips together, unsure if she refrained from saying Tamlin’s name because of Rhys’s caution or because she still could barely fathom that someone she had thought she knew might sanction such violent behavior.
Rhys nodded curtly. “We’ll be there in ten minutes. We can talk then.”
The ten minutes passed quickly, Feyre mentally reviewing the information she had gathered in the past few days. She had managed to glean the location of Tamlin’s next business venture by going through his phone well past midnight the night before, slipping his phone from his nightstand and hiding away in the closet until she had found something, anything that might put a stop to everything Spring Solutions was doing.
Illyria was a pleasant enough town, if a little run down. The small main street the town car carried Feyre and Rhys down boasted a few cafes, a restaurant or two, and even a bar. Feyre caught sight of a bookstore, already closed for the evening, at the very end of the street, and something else that might have been an arts and crafts shop. She continued to observe as they left the main street and entered a series of residential neighborhoods, partly because she had never visited Illyria before, and partly because it gave her something to do in such a small space with Rhys mere inches away.
At last, the driver turned into a gated neighborhood full of quaint historical homes. The car pulled into the driveway of a red-brick home, two stories tall, with black shutters and white columns. Feyre unbuckled her seat belt as the car pulled around the back of the house, entirely out of sight of the street.
“Home sweet home,” Rhys said as Feyre rounded the car to stand next to him.
“Home?” she stammered, turning to stare up at him.
“One of them,” he said. “Once upon a time.”
Feyre narrowed her eyes as he strode up the back steps, producing a small key and unlocking the back door. He stepped back to let her enter first, and Feyre slid past him, her elbow brushing his stomach as she set foot on the dark wood floors.
Rhys followed her, flicking on a light switch, a warm glow flooding the hallway as Feyre delved further into the house.
Warm dark floors stretched down the long hallway that spanned from the back door directly to the front, the rooms of the first floor on either side of the hall. To her left was a small kitchen, with white appliances, light wood cabinets, and forest green tile backsplash. To her right was a closed door that she guessed led to a bedroom or office. Rhys ushered her toward the front of the house, gesturing to a small sitting room to their right. Across the hall from the sitting room was a small dining room. Both rooms boasted floor to ceiling, built-in shelves bursting with books and trinkets of all shapes and sizes.
Feyre settled herself onto a grey couch in the sitting room, gazing around the small space as Rhys ensured the curtains facing the street were drawn shut.
“This is your house?” Feyre asked as Rhys, satisfied with the curtains, crossed the plush red rug to the fireplace on the far wall, leaning down to start it with the push of a button. Flames danced to life in the hearth, Feyre’s brows raising at the sight. The house itself felt old, quaint. But the fixtures—the fireplace, the chandelier above them, even the appliances in the kitchen, were all quite modern.
“I grew up here,” Rhys said. “It was my mother’s house. My father didn’t want it—hasn’t been here in years—after she died. He gave it to me, told me to sell it if I wished. I thought about it for a while. It’s too far from the city for me to live in full-time. But I couldn’t stomach the thought of someone else living here. So I decided to keep it, update some of the appliances, the heating system, all that, thinking one day I would sell it for a higher price after all the improvements. But I… haven’t.”
“It’s lovely,” Feyre said.
Rhys gave a brisk grin, sitting down on the couch across from Feyre and clasping his hands between his knees. “Azriel and Mor should be down any minute.”
Feyre's brows creased, but Rhys shook his head. “Azriel’s staying here while he recuperates, and Mor arrived about an hour before us to check on him and make sure things were in order for this meeting. It's nothing... like that."
Feyre nodded, filing away the information for later.
They sat in comfortable silence while they awaited, and the creaking ceiling above Feyre told her Mor and Azriel were aware of the scheduled meeting and coming to meet them any second. Indeed, they emerged from the narrow staircase that occupied part of the central hallway, Azriel’s face several shades of black, blue, and yellow bruises.
“Gods above,” Feyre breathed, leaping to her feet and meeting Azriel halfway across the room. “Are you alright?” She asked, arms reaching toward him before she realized she wasn’t sure what to do with them.
But Azriel softly gripped her upper arms, his swollen lip breaking into a small smile. “I’m fine, Feyre. Occupational hazard.”
Feyre let Azriel lead her over to the couch after she greeted Mor, who had frozen in the hallway, gazing wide-eyed at Feyre and Azriel. At Feyre's "Hello," Mor swallowed, stepping into the living room at last.
“You were truly concerned for him,” Mor noted, taking a seat next to Rhys as Feyre forced Azriel to sit down first before she settled herself next to him.
Feyre folded her arms, glaring at Rhys. “Ask his Royal Highness the United States Attorney.”
“She threatened to kill me for making her wait this long,” Rhys admitted, eyes never leaving Feyre’s.
“Well, you’ve seen me. I’m fine,” Azriel said in that soft, but cutting, voice of his. “And I appreciate it, Feyre. I really do.”
Feyre tore her gaze from Rhys’s violet eyes and met Azriel’s hazel ones, nodding once before she strengthened her resolve.
“I know where Tamlin’s going next,” she announced.
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One week later, the plans were arranged.
Cassian and Mor would board a plane for northern Washington State, hours after the private plane Lucien and Tamlin had chartered that would take them to the same place. The agents had arranged to rent a car to follow the two Spring Solutions higher-ups to the manufacturing plant that Tamlin had arranged a relationship with. Thanks to the vague map Feyre had found that first night of her sleuthing, the group had determined the estimated location of the exchange—the place Tamlin would accept responsibility for the non-compliant environmental materials. Then, the FBI Agents would trail whatever transport Tamlin had arranged until he either stored it or disposed of it. At that point, they hoped to have witnessed enough illegal activity that there would be plenty of cause to make an arrest—or at the very least to bring charges against Tamlin and Spring Solutions and end the illegal operation once and for all.
The plan made sense, despite the limited information it was based upon. The agents had planned everything to perfection. The intel Feyre had provided had allowed them to skirt the problem they had run into time and time again—because Tamlin and Lucien flew privately, under an ever-changing roster of company names other than Spring Solutions, and were careful to take nondescript vehicles to the private airport, it was difficult for the FBI to follow the duo when they jetted off to consult with their next client. But Feyre’s provision of the location had changed everything. The entire case might be resolved in less than a day.
Feyre, however, was pissed.
She had provided the information. She was the one who continued to stay with Tamlin, who still slept in his bed, in order to get this information for the FBI. And yet she hadn’t been invited to come along for the bust.
It was infuriating, and the worst kind of insult. She had spent the better part of an hour arguing with Rhys, Mor, and Azriel about it as they had discussed the information in Rhysand’s mother’s home that night a week ago.
It all came down to protocol, however, and civilians weren’t to be pulled into such dangerous surveillance activities if it was avoidable. And unfortunately, Feyre was a mole and nothing more. Cassian and Mor were the FBI agents, and they would be taking the lead in the investigation. Not even Rhysand was going.
Feyre lay on her couch, her casebooks unopened on the coffee table next to her as she stared at the clock on her phone. She was at least trusted enough to be told what time Cassian and Mor’s plane would be taking off—2:27 p.m.
Feyre rolled her eyes. What an honor.
The clock turned to 2:28, and she knew they were gone.
Feyre sighed, rolling off the couch and laying on the floor for a minute. Then two. Then three.
If they didn’t catch Tamlin—what then? How much longer would she need to stay here?
Feyre knew she could change her mind at any point. The FBI, and Rhysand, wouldn’t blame her. But what then? How could she live with herself knowing she had taken away the FBI’s only viable opportunity to bring down Spring Solutions?
No, Feyre didn’t have a choice. She was in this until Tamlin discovered her treachery or he was behind bars.
Eventually, Feyre peeled herself off the floor and padded through the empty apartment toward her closet.
Sure, it was 2:28 pm on a Friday, but Feyre didn’t have plans for the rest of the day.
Or the rest of the weekend.
So why not jump into her pajamas and read for her Corporations Law class until her eyes ceased focusing properly?
Feyre snorted at herself as she flicked on the light in the closet. Here she was, an informant for the FBI, a job that sounded so glamorous, so important, so mysterious.
And yet it was mid-afternoon on a Friday and Feyre was already shedding her bra for the day.
What was her life?
She sighed as she crossed to the enormous dresser against one of the walls of the closet. She shoved aside the suit jacket Tamlin had worn that morning, hastily discarded over the top of the dresser, the fabric emitting a faint crinkling sound as it hit the floor.
She had just reached into the drawer to retrieve the tattered old t-shirt and sweatpants that she slept in when she froze, slowly turning to gaze at the navy blazer, crumpled on the floor at her feet.
Because that crinkling sound. . . That wasn't just fabric.
Feyre knelt, sweatpants forgotten as she fished through the pockets of Tamlin’s jacket. A month ago, she wouldn’t have even considered doing this. Wouldn’t have been so hyperaware of everything having to do with her boyfriend, so anxious that the sound of what was probably a gum wrapper wouldn't have raised her hackles.
But a month ago, she hadn't known her boyfriend was a criminal mastermind.
Feyre drew out a small slip of paper from the inside breast pocket of the jacket.
It was a receipt.
A receipt for a set of plane tickets.
And in tiny black script across the top was the destination of those tickets, scheduled for that day, October 7th, at 10:53 a.m:
Dublin, Ireland.
Fuck.
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“Where the hell are you, Feyre?”
Rhysand’s voice was so loud in her phone speaker that Feyre actually held it several inches away from her ear as she responded.
“The airport…”
“You’re kidding. " Feyre heard what sounded like a door slamming in the background of the call. "You are actually calling me because you thought it would be fun to give me a heart attack as a prank, and you’re actually home right now, on your couch, watching The Nanny or whatever ridiculous show you and Mor were discussing the other night in Illyria. You’re not at the airport about to board a flight to Dublin because your boyfriend purposefully set a red herring in case anyone was on his tail.”
Feyre didn’t respond, just smiled at the woman manning the security line Feyre currently stood in, shedding her shoes with her one available hand, the other holding her phone to her ear.
“Feyre. Tell me I’m right. Tell me you’re not at the airport.”
“Can’t, sorry. Oh, hold on, gotta send my phone through the x-ray machine thing.”
Feyre ignored Rhys’s protests, placing her phone on the x-ray belt, call with Rhys still active, before she stepped into the line to go through the human scanning machine.
It was at least five minutes before she made it through the line and retrieved her stuff from the security belt. To her surprise, Rhys was still on the line when she retrieved her phone.
“Turn around right now. What are you planning to do when you get to Ireland? Find Tamlin and confront him yourself?”
“Of course not!” Feyre exclaimed, checking the departures board and smiling as she saw that her flight was right on time, although in her eagerness to get to the airport, she had arrived much too early. She had at least an hour before boarding the flight that would take her from Prythian to New York, where she would transfer to a flight to Ireland. “I just want to follow him and record everything he does.”
Except for vague background noise, and something that sounded like the rumble of traffic, the line remained quiet for several long moments.
“I swear, Feyre Archeron, if I die before I turn thirty, it’ll be because of you and this gods-damned case.”
“You’ll thank me later!” Feyre said brightly, and hung up the phone.
An hour later, Feyre had shuffled toward her gate with the rest of those boarding her flight to New York. She had spent the last hour consuming two glasses of wine at the airport bar, her productivity while reading for her Environmental Law class sharply declining as her glass emptied. Her original intention had been to stick with one small glass of wine so that she might fall asleep more easily on her flight.
But after half an hour of staring at her textbook, a sizable pit had formed deep in her stomach. Was she truly flying to Ireland for the weekend? Chasing Tamlin halfway across the world to—to what? To make up for the fact that she had fallen for the red herring Tamlin had left in his emails, had given the FBI wrong information, and sent them in the complete opposite direction of Tamlin’s true destination? She had nowhere to stay when she got to Ireland, no idea where to start on finding transport to whatever location Tamlin had arranged his rendezvous.
So Feyre had ordered another glass of wine, and downed most of it in the last ten minutes before her flight started boarding.
Thus the world had taken on a softer light, a slower quality that had loosened Feyre’s shoulders so much that she didn’t even care about the nearby toddler who had been crying for the last half hour, or the strong smell of weed emitting from the woman in front of her, or the enormous man who was standing a little too close to her, smelling of citrus and the sea and—
Feyre whirled around.
“What are you doing here?” She demanded when her eyes met violet ones, the intensity of Rhys’s gaze reminding her of her tipsiness.
“You thought I was going to let you run off to Ireland by yourself?”
Feyre bit her lip, suddenly wishing she hadn’t had that second glass of wine. Rhys was so poised, dressed in his signature black suit, pressed to perfection even after what must have been a long day at work. The shadow of a beard graced the lower half of his face, and his sea salt scent caressed her, pulling her closer. . .
Feyre blinked once. Then twice, reaching an arm out to steady herself against one of the barriers used to corral the boarding line.
Rhys's eyes narrowed. “Are you—drunk?” He asked, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice.
Feyre folded her arms. “I’m not drunk,” she insisted. “I had a two glasses of wine.”
“You can barely stand up straight,” Rhys noted, pocking her shoulder with a finger.
Feyre flashed her palms up at the prosecutor. “I’m fine, see? I was having a perfectly wonderful time until you decided to show up and crash my spontaneous trip to a foreign country.” She didn't mention the wave of relief that was sweeping through her even now, as she realized she wouldn't be leaving the country for the first time all by herself.
“Did you tell Mor and Cassian?” She asked, changing the subject, although the creeping grin on Rhys’s face told her he wouldn't let this go anytime soon.
And for some reason, Feyre didn’t mind that he found her amusing.
Tamlin would have told her she was being unprofessional, would have chastised her for doing something as unsafe as getting a little tipsy in the safety of an airport. Even though he and Lucien drank during their own travels, Tamlin would see Feyre’s unsteadiness as a weakness, something she should only do with him around.
And while Rhys was laughing at her, she didn’t feel . . . judged. Teased, yes, and perhaps a little embarrassed. But not ashamed.
Rhys gave a curt nod. “They’re staying the night in Washington and flying back tomorrow. Weather conditions are awful up there, so no planes, even private ones, are going up until the morning.”
“Will they fly over to meet us?” Feyre asked, falling into step beside Rhys as the line started moving, bringing them closer and closer to the gate.
Rhys shook his head. “If this trip is as short as Tamlin told you it would be, by the time they got to Ireland, they would have to board the plane to come back again.”
“So we’re on our own,” Feyre muttered, allowing the flight attendant to scan her boarding pass.
“We’re on our own,” Rhys echoed as they stepped onto the jetway.
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It was a very long night. Feyre slept for most of both of their flights, occasionally waking up to turbulence or to use the restroom or eat the snacks the flight attendants provided. Every time she did, Rhys was a solid presence next to her, wide awake and reading through various legal documents on his laptop, his privacy screen preventing her from glimpsing much. If he slept at all, Feyre never saw it.
When they touched down in Dublin, Feyre jolted awake, something soft against her temple. She looked up, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she met Rhys’s stare.
“Sleep well?” Rhys asked, shifting in his seat, the movement jostling her.
She reared back, tearing her forehead from where it had been resting on Rhys’s shoulder. “Yes, I—I did,” she said, sure her cheeks were burning bright red. She had slept on his shoulder. Had probably drooled all over him while he read his professional legal documents and thought of her as a very silly, very impulsive young law student. “Sorry,” she said, running a hand through her hair.
But Rhys only shrugged, folding up his laptop and sliding it into the backpack beneath the seat in front of him. “No need to apologize. I’m positive my shoulder is much more comfortable than the window.”
Feyre huffed out a breath, a grin tugging at her cheek as she thought about just how muscular Rhys's shoulder was—if it was more comfortable than the window, it was only by a margin.
“What time is it?” She asked.
“Dublin time?” Rhys looked at his watch, Feyre’s eyes tracking the flick of his wrist. “About seven am. . . Prythian time? Two am. What time did you say Tamlin’s meeting was?”
“Not until this afternoon—two or three.”
“Plenty of time to find a hotel, then, because someone decided to come all the way over here without a plan,” Rhys said, his fingers gripping her chin lightly for a fleeting moment, his lips pursing as he gazed down at her.
“Come on, Night,” Feyre said, following him from their seats and out into the aisle. “Live a little.”
Feyre regretted those words two hours later, after the only hotel with a vacancy they could find had one room available--with only one bed.
“Are you sure you don’t have anything else? We’ll even take a bed and a pull-out couch,” Feyre pleaded with the receptionist, who was so busy staring as Rhysand that Feyre doubted the woman even heard her question.
“What was it you said to me on the plane, Feyre darling?” Rhys asked, glancing down at her from the corner of his eye, his fingers tapping on the front desk. “Live a little?”
Feyre groaned, exhaustion tugging at her limbs, at her very soul, despite the sleep she had managed to find on the plane. “Fine.” She snatched the keys out of Rhys’s hand and stomped over to the elevator, arms crossed.
“I can sleep on the floor,” Rhys offered as Feyre led the way down the hall, her suitcase rattling behind her.
“That’s ridiculous,” Feyre said. “It’s a king bed. Plenty of space.”
What was she saying? No amount of bed space would be enough if she was sharing it with Rhys. He was so . . . all-consuming. Feyre could feel him behind her even now, though she knew he was several feet away.
She unlocked their room, Rhys’s arm sliding above her head to hold the door so she could drag her suitcase inside.
"Thank you," she said quietly, swallowing at the gesture.
Neither of them spoke as they took turns in the bathroom, each taking a quick shower to rinse off the travel. Feyre let Rhys go first, insisting that she had to call her father anyway. But instead of calling, she sat on her side of the bed and thought about what Tamlin would say if he knew she was sharing a hotel room with another man.
Even if her relationship with Tamlin had an expiration date, even if it was over in Feyre’s mind . . . It wasn’t over in Tamlin’s.
Sharing a bed with Rhys, sleeping on his shoulder, flirting with him . . . It was one of the worst betrayals, no matter what Tamlin had or had not done. She knew her boyfriend would be livid if he knew about what she was doing with Rhys. Even if nothing had happened between them, even if Feyre wasn’t sure she felt anything more than sexual attraction for the federal prosecutor who had suddenly turned her entire life upside down... It was wrong.
Even if being with Rhys brought out a side to her that had long been dormant. She spent all of her time with Tamlin and Lucien these days.
How long had it been since she had joked with a new friend? Spent time with someone who shared her interests, her career path? Done something just because she wanted to?
She had booked an international flight without a second thought, for crying out loud.
She had never done something like that before.
And Rhys had followed. With some grumbling, yes, but he hadn’t tried to drag her out of the airport or convince her to change her mind.
And perhaps he cared more about indicting Tamlin than he did about Feyre’s safety, but . . . Feyre couldn’t shake the feeling that Rhys understood just how badly she wanted to see Tamlin pay for his actions. That he understood the guilt that clawed at her in the middle of the night, the guilt that told her she should have seen it, should have recognized that there was something fishy about Tamlin’s business, should have done something long ago to stop it, something that might have prevented what Rhys’s sister had endured��
Feyre was startled out of her spiraling thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door swinging open, Rhysand emerging in nothing but black sweats, his hair still damp from the shower.
Feyre’s mouth went dry.
“I, ah, left my shirt out here,” Rhys offered, crossing the room to his suitcase, every muscle on display.
Feyre bit her lip at the sight of his cheeks, which had turned every-so-slightly pink, before she averted her gaze.
She didn’t say anything, simply grabbing her stuff and shutting the bathroom door behind her.
Tamlin would certainly object to the sight of a shirtless Rhysand.
Feyre took a very, very cold shower.
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||Nothing but a Burden||
Summary: In a span of a few second, Bucky breaks your heart.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Angst. Romance. None.
A/N: Let there be ANGST! Also this is around the time of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Before it starts I guess. We don’t really SEE Bucky grieving the loss of Steve you know? I mean they were best friends and he quickly replaced him with Sam. I mean sure I LOVE the dynamic between Sam and Bucky, but COME ON PEOPLE! Show me the reaction Bucky had at realizing his friend was gone!
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You stormed into the apartment, tears stinging your eyes as you strode to your bedroom and yanked open the closet door. Pulling out your suitcase from the back of it, you threw it open onto your bed and began to throw your things inside. There was no sequence to your belongings as you packed them up. Clothes, makeup, trinkets, shoes. Anything that you thought you needed was thrown into the bag. It took you all of five minutes to finish up and zip the case shut.
Setting it down on the floor, you quickly pulled at the handle and began to wheel it out of the room. As you entered the living room the door swung open to reveal Bucky standing there. There was a crazed, almost desperate look in his eyes as met your gaze.
He took a step forward. “Y/n, I-”
“Don’t.” Your voice cut him off. Never before had you spoken to him with such a cold tone. He seemed to stumble back on his feet as you continued. “Just don’t James. I don’t want to hear it.”
It took every last ounce of strength you had to not break down into tears as you stood in front of the man you loved. A long stretch of silence followed your words in which you glared at him, hatred and sorrow burning equally in your gaze while he couldn’t even bring himself to meet your eyes.
His eyes dropped to your suitcase and he finally looked up at you, panic settling into his body as he spoke. “You’re leaving?” You made a small sound of disgust. “Well what did you expect I would do after what you said? Go home and fix you dinner?” You threw back, venom dripping from your every word as you moved to grab your car keys.
Not wanting to stay in the apartment the two of you had shared for so long, the ghosts of all the happy memories and laughter getting too much for you, you moved to push past him and out the door.
But he didn’t budge.
“Get out of my way James.” Your voice was soft, though it had lost none of its iciness as you stared over his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze.
“Y/n, please listen to me. I didn’t mean what I said. I was just-I just-” He seemed to stumble over his words before he spoke again. “You caught me at a bad time and-” You finally met his gaze, prompting him to stop talking.
“Thats your excuse?!” Your voice sounded equal parts incredulous and disgusted. He swallowed thickly. “You think just because your best friend went back to the past and lived a happy life, it gives you an excuse to be a jerk about it?”
“My best friend died James.” You continued. “You don’t see me being a bitch about it and lashing out at people do you?” You tried your best to stay strong, to stay mad at him. Yet the overwhelming grief that coursed through your very soul had your voice cracking with emotion and your eyes filling with tears.
Memories of a red haired assassin began to plague your mind, but you pushed them aside. Now was not the time.
Not the time.
“She taught me to make something of myself. To never rely on anyone and yet here you are.” You let out a sarcastic laugh. “A former brain-washed agent of HYDRA undoing all her hard work by just saying four little words.”
The words seem to act as a trigger for him, causing his eyes to flash in anger. His emotion matched yours on an equal footing now, and neither of you would back down easily.
You barely noticed, seemingly on a roll as you unloaded all your hurt and anger at his words. “I was just trying to help you James. I was just being a friend, and then you go ahead and say that I am nothing but a waste of space? A burden because what? I’m not a super soldier? Or have any powers? Or I’m not a war hero like Steve?”
A loud disbelieving laugh fell from your lips as your hand lifted to wipe angrily at the tears that were stinging the corner of your eyes. Silence followed your words, as Bucky turned his attention to the floor, guilt and shame making him unable to look you in the eye.
But then you said something that truly broke his heart, just as he had broken yours.
“And here I thought, we would finally have the chance to explore what happened between us before Thanos.”
You were referring to the time when he was living in Wakanda, recovering from the experiments and brain-washing HYDRA had did on him. When you would drop by to meet him, see how he was progressing. At first you had done it as a courtesy to Steve, but then, slowly, a friendship had developed between the two of you. That friendship, had slowly morphed into attraction. An attraction that had culminated in the two of your sharing a kiss underneath the wide open sky of the African plains.
Giving him no chance to respond, you picked up your suitcase, and shouldered past him. Bucky was so stunned that he barely moved, his brown eyes following you as your hand twisted the doorknob.
You paused, sighing deeply as you closed your eyes, silently begging him to plead you into staying. To beg you that he was sorry. That he didn’t mean it. Just one final time.
But James didn’t move.
“I hope you will be happy living a burden free life James. Because I won’t be in it.”
With that you were gone.
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commanderfreddy · 4 months
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Olin Anvilcontrolled, age eleven
went back to dwarf fortress classic last night and was rewarded, as i so often am by this game, with a truly vivid portrait of a character (long story under the cut, blood and violence as is typical for df)
Olin Anvilcontrolled arrived at the age of eleven at the Fortress of Savefountain with her mother (Ubbul) and her new stepfather (Sarvesh). Since she was so close to the dwarven age of adulthood, I kept an eye on her to see what kind of skills she developed and what kind of career she'd be suited to. While the rest of her family settled in though, Ubbul soon giving birth to Olin's half-brother, Oddom, Olin had more trouble adjusting. Rather than playing in the corridors of the residential wing or in the temples or taverns with other children, she preferred to follow the web-gatherers and cave-fishers down the long, slippery passage to the under cavern where she would play, alone, with her little glass boat.
The cavern is not exactly the world's most supervised playplace, and I was horrified the first time I received the "A dwarf child has cancelled "play with toy boat: interrupted by Giant Bat" alert. But I needn't have worried. With a value system that prioritised martial strength, power over others, force of will, and - literally, textually - "sadism", eleven-year-old Olin beat the shit out of that huge beast with her bare hands until her mother, a hunter, arrived to put the bloodied and broken thing out of its misery. Being unarmed, untrained and not yet old enough to see a marvel movie unaccompanied, Olin wasn't able to kill it herself, but she was able to hold her own enough to increase her fighting skill to Adequate.
And then to Skilled, when a few days later another Giant Bat came at her.
And then to Proficient when the Olm man came.
Olin kicked so much ass in her one specific corner of the caverns - not too far from the floodgates that led back up to civilisation, not close enough that anyone would bother her on their way to work - she beat enough blood from the underbeasts to form a pool of blood for her to float her little boat in.
She continued to play there even after her stepfather died in those same caverns. Echospittles the Larval Deep of Boils, a Forgotten Beast scuttling in the form of an enormous spider, used its venom and webs to cut a huge swathe of vacancies into my military.
Olin and Sarvesh weren't close, but they had a positive relationship. After his death, she began to very frequently "feel love upon remembering gaining a sibling". I wondered if she could see her stepfather's face in that of her baby brother. I wondered how she felt about the absence of her biological father, Edem Copperdragon, now a position noble elsewhere due to his ceaseless contributions to the war against Otir Toothportal, Necromancer.
Despite her penchant for sadism and violence, Olin did not seem like a very cruel child to me. She highly disdained scheming (poking through Legends reveals that Edem was corrupted by enemy agents multiple times in her early childhood), and openly admired and was genuinely friendly with the two human Monster Hunters who defended her home. I began to understand her as someone who had only ever known a world of violence and war, and was trying to find her place within it. Her avoidance of other children and her determination to return to the same cavern corner and face whatever blind, mad animal was waiting there took on a very sad tone. That of a child on the cusp of adulthood seeking out pain, having mistaken it for glory.
I felt a sense of responsibility for her. Her life as it was seemed like a grand prelude, like she was someone whose narrative belonged in her late years, when she would be 120 years old, Legendary Fighter, Grand Master Leader, and all this was but her backstory. I was determined to ensure I could make her into someone she would want to be. As soon as she was old enough to receive labour orders, I'd put her in a squad of dwarves who would like her - I'd custom build a squad based solely around personalities, just so she wouldn't be a lone again. One of my dwarves was taken by a strange mood, and gifted the resulting legendary helmet to our site government. I earmarked it for Olin, as soon as she was old enough.
Mere weeks before she came of age, the fortress of Safefountain was laid to siege by the forces of Otir Toothportal, Necromancer.
Having been hounded by Forgotten Beasts from below, I had focused the majority of our defences on the cavern entrance, leaving our topside entrance unable to be sealed off entirely just yet. I ordered the floodgates to the caverns sealed nonetheless, hoping to save whoever was down there in the ponds and webs and Olin's little gorespot, while the rest of our dwarves - including Ubbul, with baby Oddom strapped to her back - held the undead at bay.
But as my military inevitably failed and the zombies began to swarm down the gullet of the increasingly poorly named Safefountain, I realised that sealing off the caverns had been in vain. By sheer coincidence, no one had been down there at the time. Not even Olin.
For the first time in her time at Safefountain, Olin was playing in the corridors of the residency wing. With the other children. She, 1-year-old Obok, 10-year-olds Lor and Lobam, 5-year-old Asmel, and Mayor Tosid were the last dwarves left alive.
As the undead surrounded them and the strength of Safefountain was broken, Olin cried out,
"Our time in the Dimensions of Prophecy is so brief!... This does not frighten me."
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classicconundrum · 1 year
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Working on Symbiot3 stuff, take this!
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unlimitedhearts · 4 months
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I’m dreading the third game of Spiderman might kill off Harry :/ either he’s goblin (solo or probably along with daddy-o) and dies a la Hero Sacrifice. Or kept comatose and in the end with grim results the decision is to pull the plug on him. idk I feel Harry’s fate is doom and gloom. But they could have killed Harry at the end of this sequel giving a strong motivation for Norman to be the Goblin and hatred for Spider-Man…yet they didn’t. idk rambling thoughts. What do you think?
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Personally i can see both options. I saw someone in the tags of my last headcanon post say that it wouldnt make sense to save him from death in this game only to kill him in the next. On some level i get that, why wait when you could do it now?
I have two worst case scenarios in my head:
Harry wakes up from his coma w amnesia a la the third Tobey Maguire movie. Hes unaware of Pete being Spider-Man and Peter, thinking hes protecting Harry, wont tell him. This may cause a rift in their friendship when Harry finds out - or if Norman ends up going goblin and dies - Spider-Man is to blame in Harrys eyes and he'll go after him then. To me this is a tired trope of Harry getting an intense hatred for Spidey and wanting to kill him over his father. It always felt out of character for me and i truly TRULY hope they dont go this route.
Harry becomes the Kobold. In the comics, Kobold is essentially Harrys way of making the Green Goblin a good guy. If he still wants to fight by Peters side, he'll find a way to do it. Kobold would make a lot of sense to me personally, as it kind of continues their dynamic from this game. Then at the end theres a heros sacrifice to be made and Harry goes for it despite Peters protests. This would be lazy to me too though because he essential already did the heros sacrifice in this game. Seems like theyd just want us to have more time with him to love him even more, just to make losing him hurt worse. I wouldn't put it past an intrepid writer to think they could make it work, but it just seems lazy to me.
Actual best case scenario for me though? Harry wakes up as the g-serum is being injected. Hes against being his dads experiment all over again so he runs and finds Peter. Hes not aware of his pseudo-retirement, he just goes straight to the place thats always been his safe haven; Peters home. He asks Peter to hide him from his dad. Tries to explain everything but hes exhausted and frantic. Peter agrees and they take him into hiding.
Norman, ever the expert deflector, doesnt see this as a failing on his part. Hes convinced spider-man had something to do with his son escaping so he puts out a hit on him. Hes ready, willing, and able to capture and kill at least one of the two spider-men it doesnt matter. We see him pardon Wilson Fisk for this job, and when Fisk cant do it, he has to. Normans going to go Goblin. I know it, i can feel it in my bones.
Miles asks Peter to get back in action and he does. Fisk, plus potentially Otto again, plus this brand new villain in town is too much for any one person to handle. Heres where i see Harry becoming a "Guy In The Chair" for Peter like Ganke is for Miles. Two Guys in the Chair helping the spider-men is definitely better than one. I could also see Harrys goblin powers start to emerge but he keeps pushing them down. Last time he gave into power it didnt end well for anyone.
In an effort to not write out the entire plot of the game as i see fit (because itd be long and there are so many moving pieces and characters and IDEK WHERE THEYRE GONNA PUT SILK IN-), i think if Harry does take on the cowl he'll be doing so against his father. I think i see Harry becoming Goblin/Kobold to fight against Norman and ultimately try to help Peter/Miles. This is where i see Harry either accidentally killing Norman or Norman killing his son (and of course, blaming Spider-Man)
There is also room, in my mind, to bring back Venom a la Lethal Protector/Agent Venom. But tbh if they do, i would much rather Venom go to Eddie Brock or Flash Thompson. But thats just the separate Venom Fangirl Entity within me.
Ultimately my hope of course is that Harry not die and they dont go down that all too tired and hackneyed trope of Harry growing to hate Peter dor whatever reason. I truly TRULY hope they dont go that route it is just SO tired and lazy. I want them to stay close and loving. Whatever route they go with will be SO MUCH MORE IMPACTFUL if Harry Osborn lives and doesnt make a full 180 on his best friend for no good reason.
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So a cute (and a possibly horny) idea just me.
Emmet x Galvantula hybrid! Reader and him trying to woo them and much to everyone's surprise (and slight horror (due to most males being eaten)). It works (and Emmet somehow makes it out alive and in one peice).
Hybrid reader my beloved-
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⚪️Emmet⚪️
- when you walked into the train station, he knew, his brother knew, all the dept agents knew. Emmet approached you, at first you thought it was because of your…less than savory hybrid mix.
- But you’re in shock at this small human, swooning over you. He gushed above how lovely you look, how strong you look, and just how adorable you are.
- Your face is flushed a deep blue by the time he’s done. He can’t he’ll himself! You’re such a large, beautiful thing!
- He picks up on your squirming, how your eight legs tap against the ground.
- It gave him an idea. He knows exactly how to court you.
- Against the advice of Ingo and the entire subway, he makes it his mission to make you fall for him.
- Emmet is always the first to greet you, talking to you, trying to learn more about you.
- He even starts meeting you outside of work, eventually being allowed to see the cave you call home.
- It’s hard to speak, as everytime you look at him, he’s gazing at you with such a love struck heart felt expression.
- Making you stutter and blush. Emmet finds it adorable, even cooing at you while you do so, making your stuttering worse.
- It took several months of him constantly being at your side, for him to feel confident enough.
- You stare in awe at this human’s little tappy dance, much like a Galvantula courtship. Emmet doesn’t have as many legs to do it all completely, but you understood.
- You spent the rest of the night holding him, clicking happily at your new mate. He was thrilled you agreed, even as he lays here in your arms, relishing in your kisses.
- Ingo wasn’t surprised to hear about the courtship, just warning Emmet of the dangers.
- “They are a lovely person, but I know how you are, and I’m aware of how they’re…mating, behaviors can be.”
- “You worry too much!”
- Emmet knew what he was doing.
- Unaware that some depot agents were already waiting, it was only a matter of time.
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- you even warned him yourself. Crying about how you never want to hurt him, you love him too much!
- But he assures you, he’s fine, he knows what to do! It took him weeks to reassure you, that he’d be just fine during your mating season.
- And by the time that rolled around, he was determined to prove himself.
- He offered you quite a bit of food, waiting for you to be full and settled before beginning.
- Emmet found himself tangled in your web, whining at the overstimulation. You just keep fucking his cock! Like he’s a living toy for you! He loves it, he begs for more, use him!
- He’s a good mate for you! Oh fuck he’s cumming again! He trembles, crying out as his hot cum fills you again.
- Tears fill his eyes feeling your cunt milk him, it feels so good!
- In his haze, he hadn’t realized what you’re doing. Leaning over him like this.
- Once he collects his mind he looks up, realizing you intentionally bit the sticky part of your web, just so you wouldn’t run the risk of hurting him.
- He trusts you.
- He always will.
- You don’t have to do such things, silly mate.
- Though everyone is surprised to see him, walking through the subway doors.
- Emmet’s neck is littered with bite marks, your venom as you two found out, is a great aphrodisiac to humans.
- He might have had too much fun with that.
- He looks relaxed, yet so tired. You kept him up, not that he’s complaining.
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yaluvs · 11 months
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viper x gn!reader relationship headcanons
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writer’s note: i haven’t written any fics in so many years so excuse me if it is boring 😭 it is assumed that reader is already living with Viper. also, there is a minor hint at sex or make-out but it is super small.
☢︎ Everyone and their grandmother knows that when it comes to work (and maybe others), Viper can be a hardened, distant, venomous woman. But when it comes to you, she is the complete opposite. She is not Viper, she is your Sabine. The version of herself that the world will never see.
☢︎ She is very soft and delicate with you as if you were made of glass. Sabine fears that one day you will see what her enemies sees and leave so she tries her best to be very careful of her tone and demeanor around you. Sabine can easily shut people out but she does her best to communicate with you even when she is upset. There are moments where she feels you matter more than her emotions so you must be there to validate her.
☢︎ She is not one for PDA as she prefers to maintain her cold and professional reputation at all times, however! She will make small and maybe secrets attempts to touch you. Maybe she will tuck your hair behind your ear during windy days, graze her fingers on yours when she is passing something to you, or give your thigh a reassuring squeeze under the table. Anything as long as she believes she has an excuse to back her up. Y’know to rebuke her annoying, teasing comrades who catch her.
☢︎ In privacy however, the woman can become surprisingly clingy but will not outright say it. Without another word from her, she will always have her body pressed up against yours. She requires to feel your body heat at all times. On the couch? You are touching hip to hip, arm to arm. On the bed? Cuddles are expected and she prefers to be the big spoon but on tough days she wants nothing but to lay on your chest. You are showering? Not without her. Cooking? She is either helping you or sitting at the kitchen island doing something. She needs your presence just as much as you do if not more, believe me.
☢︎ Sabine is actually not one for pet names outside of your bedroom activities. She prefers to call you by your name but on very affectionate days, you will get a ‘Darling’ out of her. Do not ever expect her to use it in public though. She does not mind any pet names you have for her but she would rather you also kept it private out of respect of her boundaries.
☢︎ When time allows, Sabine will take you out to some fine dining. She is not one for crowded, busy and noisy restaurants so she will always choose the ones that allow a private room booking for the both of you to enjoy. Other than that, she has a guilty pleasure for take out.
☢︎ Believe it or not, Sabine lives for the domestic lifestyle. She always volunteers to do your taxes or do them with you, her excuse being so ‘you do not commit any errors,’ however, truthfully is because she adores doing it with you and loves helping you with big tasks. Laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking, anything and everything she wants to do them with you as much as possible.
☢︎ If you are not an agent and are a student or a working citizen, Sabine always insists in taking and picking you up from work or school every day. Two reasons: she is paranoid for your safety and wants to know your whereabouts 24/7 and because she just melt at the kisses and affection you give her when she drops you off. She goes home or to work with a small smile on her face.
☢︎ To add to her paranoia, she demands you stay close to her when going out together and to turn on your phone GPS tracker at all times when alone. She also has a ring camera at her home. Who knows what level of lunacy can Sabine reach if she ever lost you.
☢︎ If you are home and she is not, please say ‘Welcome home’ to her. All the days stress suddenly wash away hearing you say that and just knowing you are waiting for her at home makes her dizzy with excitement. Something about it just brings some stability or ‘normal’ to her already chaotic life.
☢︎ Sabine has a morning routine that requires her to wake up super early and that routine always includes you. Since she wakes up early, she makes you breakfast and waits until you wake up or wakes you up to eat together. Or on her more chill days, she stays in bed admiring your sleeping form and wakes you up with kisses that sometimes lead to a more steamy quickie.
☢︎ Oh, Sabine is a bookworm and she probably has a whole library of books at home. When it is time for her to read, she would love it if you read with her and discuss your books together. But if reading is not your thing, she would still love your company, quietly. It just makes her feel safe and fuzzy on the inside.
☢︎ If you need a furniture built, she is your girl and would prefer that you wait until she gets home to assemble it. Why? Because she secretly craves the attention and reward you’ll give her after she finished the task.
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