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lucid-loves · 3 months

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Taste Like Venom ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 4

Pairing: Ghost x assassin!reader (fem!reader, no use of y/n, callsign “Hex”)

Word Count: 3.6k

CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, enemies to lovers trope, slow burn, fluff, clear attraction and sexual tension, smut later on, reader POV and ghost POV, minors dni, Soap lives in this AU

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Story Synopsis: After Makarov gets away once again, Laswell decides to force a favor from you, the world’s greatest assassin and best-kept secret. You are now expected to help the 141 with taking down Makarov in addition to playing nice with them. It’s hard to play nice when you have always worked alone. It doesn’t help that one of the team members, Ghost, gets curious about you in each interaction.

Chapter Synopsis: While you are alone in your own hotel room, the men talk about you over Italian cuisine. This includes speculation on Ghost’s feelings for you. Meanwhile, you are already gearing up for infiltration to tap the target building. Ghost decides that he wants a front-row seat to your show.

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

Good God, authentic pizza was absolutely amazing. The standard for pasta was incredible as well. It beat the standard cafeteria food back on base by a landslide. The 141 grimaced as they thought about someday having to return to the food back home. Even the food they’ve eaten out of your fridge has been refreshing to their taste buds. Soap was the most vocal about his dread of the mass-cook cafeteria food as he devoured another slice of heaven. “Christ, going back to bland spinach and soggy rice is going to be fuckin’ painful!”

“Remember when they tried to do a taco night. Fucking hell, the lettuce was dripping fat like a sponge.” Gaz added as he took a swig of whiskey. It wasn’t the Italian choice of liquor to pair with food, but it was the 141’s choice. Not Ghost’s though. He missed his Kentucky bourbon.

“Last Thanksgiving was the most painful for me. Turkey was drier than my fuckin’ belt.” Soap chuckled, trying not to drip sauce onto the bed with how his whole body laughed with him. They were eating in one of the double queen hotel rooms, away from the public eye. When they were all together in a group, they often garnered attention. Such was the price for being such large, capable men.

“Anyone reckon that Hex is up yet? Food is gonna get cold.” Price inquired. They had saved some food for you. A plate full of different things since no one knew what you liked. Even Kate didn’t know when they called to ask her. Still, they tried their best anyway. And their best was getting cold on a ceramic plate.

Soap shook his head in refusal. “I’m not gonna knock on her door. The lass scares the shite out of me.”

Gaz laughed out loud. “Soap? Afraid? Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“Hey, you weren’t the one that nearly lost an ear! With fuckin’ car keys of all things.” He defended, taking a long swig of his own drink. He clearly wasn’t going to forgive you for that any time soon. It made him annoyed when he thought about the fact that you probably didn’t care.

Price shrugged and poured himself another drink. “You were kinda asking for it, Johnny. I think I would’ve nearly killed you too if I’m being honest.”

“Well, Lt. made the joke first and he didn't nearly get stabbed.” He continued to argue, looking to Simon for an answer on how it was different when he cracked the joke. Ghost just stared with indifference, sitting in the corner with his mask halfway up. Even if he was with the people he trusted with his identity, he just felt more comfortable hiding his face while he ate.

The room went quiet for a moment as the men thought about it. Out of all of them, Ghost seemed to be the one that was able to get the closest to you. You still pushed him away by miles, but it was definitely closer than they were getting. Kyle took another slice of pizza, the fresh basil so vibrantly green that it looked like it was glowing. “How do you feel so comfortable pushing her boundaries, Lieutenant? One attempt at our lives is enough for us to back off. Yet, you seem to keep going back for more.”

The men waited for an answer, an idea crawling into each of their heads. Price had already picked up on it by now. He noticed as soon as Ghost lifted you in his arms. Gaz vocalizing his observation out loud just now triggered Soap to realize it too. A slow, knowing smirk crept along Soap’s lips. Simon scowled at the insinuation, reading all of their minds. “All of you can bury your ideas six feet under. I’m just trying to get her to trust us. The mission will go a lot smoother if she does. The sooner we do that, the sooner we can go home.”

All of them returned to enjoying their meals, unconvinced by Ghost’s protest. Was Simon attracted to you? Absolutely. Did he like you? Well, he certainly didn’t hate you. The biggest problem for him was that you were dangerous. Not just from an ability standpoint, but from an emotional standpoint. While he did want to get close to you, he still wanted to keep you just out of arm’s reach emotionally because he knew that you would burn him. Poison him with that venom of yours. He knew if he really did fall for you, he would never stop falling.

For the sake of the mission and his own preservation, he convinced himself that you were only a temporary attraction. A beautiful woman with incredible power that will return to the unknown as soon as this is all over. His teammates knew better, though. In all their time of knowing Simon, he has never shown interest in women. Always too busy. Always too focused on work. Not even making time for hook-ups. When you came into the picture, you got his attention in a way they have never seen before. That meant a lot to them.

“Regardless, you have the honor of delivering our assassin her dinner, Lieutenant.” Price smirked, abusing his power as Captain to avoid feeding the feral woman next door. Ghost clenched his jaw, cursing out John in his mind as he got up.

The men continued their lighthearted conversation as Simon walked out, plate of food in hand. Taking a deep breath, he walked to your door and knocked. When there was no answer, he thought that perhaps you were still asleep. So, he took out his spare keycard to the room and welcomed himself in.

The room was dim, large shadows casing over the beige walls. A few laptops were running on the desks, already hacked into the security cameras of the target building. You’ve actually been up for a while and have been busy getting things ready for your infiltration. It was alarming when you woke up in your hotel room instead of the car at first. However, it didn’t take you long to figure out that someone must’ve carried you. You were pretty sure who it was, but you didn’t dwell on it. There was work to be done and you had wasted too much time with sleep.

Kate helped you get into their systems. From there, a layout of the building was mapped out along with the IDs of everyone working for Makarov. You have watched enough security footage to take note of the guard routes. All that needed to be done was planting the taps to allow you to listen in on everything. Nothing was going to be unheard. Not even the sound of a guard taking a bathroom break.

Simon watched you fasten a black belt tight around your hips that carried a collection of small throwing knives. You wore new pants, a long sleeve turtleneck with a hood, and boots. All tight. All black. His hands ached to reach out in order to trace your prominent curves. He wanted to feel the thin fabric of your shirt, the heat of your skin exuding through it.

Instead of that, he placed the food down on top of your dresser, resisting the temptation. “Not going to eat first?”

You didn’t even glance his way, something he wanted to fix immediately. “No. It will weigh me down. I had room service bring up some fruit earlier. It will tie me over until I get back.”

“You’re leaving now?” He questioned, anger rising in his tone. You should have let them know that you were awake. That you were set up with the tech. That you wanted to proceed with the mission with a lookout. You shouldn’t have intended to do this alone.

But, you couldn’t help it. This is how you have always worked. Besides, to you, there was no reason to waste time with unnecessary things like knocking on their door to let them know you were ready. What were you? A fucking dog looking to be let out? “Now is better than later. Security usually lets their guard down after meals. It’s not too late in the night to expect intruders too. Now is the optimal time for me to place the taps.”

Simon scoffed at your unapologetic reasoning. “And you were just going to do this alone? Not even someone to watch the cameras out for you? What if you get compromised?”

Here we fucking go again. You grabbed the taps sitting on the desk, putting them in a small satchel securely tied to your belt. “Can you not criticize the way I do things every fucking conversation? I’m doing what I do best, Simon. I’ve never been compromised before. That’s a streak I intend to keep.”

He stepped towards you, his frame menacing as he towered over you. Hearing your name come from your lips was still something he wasn’t used to. Despite that, he wasn’t going to let you do this alone. This time, his tone was gentle yet resolute. “I’m letting the force know and I’m going to monitor the cameras.”

Looking up into his eyes, you could see that he wasn’t going to waver from his decision. There was no point fighting about this, you finally decided. Not even twelve hours ago was your last fight with him. A part of you was getting tired of it. Stepping back towards the hotel window to leave, you threw in the towel. It wasn’t going to stop you from getting the job done anyhow. “Do whatever you want. I don’t give a shit.”

“Hang on.” Ghost stopped you, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist. He pulled you towards him, using the advantage of his strength to have you close to him. Anticipating you to either reach for your knives or strike him with your other hand, he prepared to guard himself. However, you never used the same trick twice in a row.

Like a forceful tango, you stepped your full weight forward to catch him off balance. You then pushed further as he was forced to step back lest you headbutt him, your hand now having the room to land on his chest with a quick, sharp force. In Simon’s fall, you swiped his sheathed knife from his own belt. Before he knew it, he was laying on his back on your bed, you straddling him, his eyes locking with yours that blazed with victory.

Ghost’s strong hand was still wrapped around your wrist, but your free hand had his own knife pressed against his chest. Right over his heart that was thudding against his chest like it wanted to break out. The hot blood in his body was pumping into overdrive. Not in fear of death. No. In pure, passionate attraction. He swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to still pull you down and kiss you through his mask. Even if it would cause the knife to be plunged into his heart, the thought of being able to share a passionate kiss with you didn’t seem like a bad tradeoff.

Tendrils of your hair fell past your face, framing a beautiful jawline he wanted to trace with his lips. The image of you gasping in shock and pleasure as he squeezed your hips flashed in his mind for a second. It wouldn't have been hard to do. His other hand was still free but frozen as you pressed the tip of the blade into his chest. He also imagined the potential sweetness of your tongue, giving him a taste of dessert after dinner. He wanted to be the one to catch you by surprise and submit to his will. Only, you would love it and beg for more through feverish kisses and the grinding of your hips against his.

Christ, he was getting a boner.

He wasn’t the only one who was feeling it, though. The sound of your own heartbeat was flooding your ears. You couldn’t seem to pull away from his blue eyes that so heatedly begged for you to come closer. The heat already felt from your body pressing against his didn’t feel like enough. Especially when you began to feel his growing hardness pressing against you. That just made your own sex tingle with need.

You got off of him quickly, putting distance between the two of you. What the fuck were you doing?! What the hell was wrong with you?! You haven't been with anyone for so long, but it was no excuse to get so swept up like this. Not with someone like Ghost. Not with someone like Simon Riley. You needed to get a fucking grip. Get your head on straight. Damn it, you were better than this!

Slowly, he sat up and cleared his throat, trying to pretend that what just happened wasn’t the sexiest thing he’s ever been through. His knife was tossed onto the bed next to him, your movements quick as you rushed to get the fuck out of there.

However, when Simon called your name, you froze. He sounded a little breathless, his voice making you shiver. “Hex, wait.”

Simon stood from the bed to grab something from the desk. Cautiously, he walked towards you, now learning his lesson that it wasn’t a great idea to just grab you so suddenly for multiple reasons. At a slow pace, he opened his large palm to show you a small earpiece. Still being careful with his speed and touch, he lightly brushed your hair behind your ear and inserted the earpiece for you. You flinched as his fingers brushed against your jaw, butterflies erupting within you.

“You’ll be able to hear me through this. I won’t say anything unless I really have to. You’ll be able to talk to me through it too. Whatever you want, whatever you need, just say it.” Ghost promised.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You feared that using your voice would reveal just how flustered you were over what just transpired. Instead, you gave a simple nod and headed back to your window.

The nighttime breeze flooded in as soon as you opened the window, the chill seeping into your bones. Good. You needed to cool off. Without looking back, you slipped out into the night, leaving Simon behind to wonder if supposed enemies were supposed to be attracted to each other like this.

The shadows concealed you, the moonlight accentuating them on every surface they could touch. Quietly and quickly, you moved from shadow to shadow until you stumbled upon the targeted building. From the outside, it looked like a rundown, abandoned office building up for sale. The place was hidden away, tucked behind the forefront of what Italy wanted to offer instead. Beauty.

You watched armed men standing guard, looking out into the alleyways for enemies. Sticking to the shadows, you crept along the side of the building before spotting an open window just above you. Taking a deep breath to focus your mind, you sprung into action. With a few wall jumps, you were right in one of Makarov’s weapons depot.

From the laptops back at the hotel, Ghost carefully watched the footage, almost holding his breath as he searched for you. His team gathered into the room once he told them you had left already. They had assumed that all the time he spent missing with you was just him helping set up the tech. He didn’t correct them on this. Like you had said before, never underestimate the power of assumptions.

Relief washed over his shoulders as soon as he saw your figure invade the building. Just as fast as you had entered, you hid, dropping a tap that was modeled to look like a dead fly onto the dirty tile. The place was dusty, the smell of stagnant air filling your lungs. The men here didn’t care about the cleanliness of the place. Fortunately for the 141, that meant that they wouldn't have to worry about anyone cleaning up the “dead flies.”

All of the men watched the footage as you swiftly made your way from room to room dropping flies. Soap double checked to make sure that the enemies’ own footage was still scrubbed as you worked. Regardless, you moved so carefully that any video of you just looked like a weird, black glitch. You were in your zone. This is what you did for years. This is what you have secretly missed doing.

Every move you made was calculated, following a strict regime based on the men’s own schedule. As you dropped more and more taps, Price began to check if they worked on his end. Sure enough, they could hear everything.

Gaz noticed that Ghost’s body was rigid, his eyes refusing to leave the screens. He was keeping track of you like he would lose sight of you if he blinked. Wanting to ease his worries, he began to prepare some tea using the hotel’s electric kettle. Kyle was always one to look out for his friends like this.

A hot cup of black tea was placed in front of Ghost, the smell already releasing the tension in his muscles. Gaz pat his stiff shoulder. “She’s gonna be alright, bruv.”

Ghost gave a silent nod, finally taking a moment to let his eyes wander off of the monitor to have a sip of tea. Now that he was more relaxed, he viewed your movements in a more admiring way. None of them could pull off how smoothly you moved. How easy you glided through like a gust of wind passing through. Even when you were close to an enemy, you kept your cool, refrained from killing, and moved on without detection.

You were a god damn modern-day ninja. A fine one at that.

In less than an hour, you had swept through the whole building without detection. Every tap was planted. Not once did you hear Simon in your ear either. You were glad. You felt like if you heard his voice through the earpiece it would break your flow. But, a part of you did yearn to hear his deep voice so close to you.

Getting out was the easiest part. Having no one seen you come in, you took the same route out. When you came back through the window, you were met with grateful smiles and words of praise that were foreign to your ears. Ghost wanted to be the first one to say something about your skills, but loud-mouth Sergeant Soap beat him to it. “Damn, Lass! I think you just set a record for 141!”

“That was quite impressive stuff there, Hex. It was like you were never there. Kate was right about you.” Price grinned as he thanked you in his own way.

Gaz hopped on the headphones to listen to the taps as soon as his Captain moved. “All of them are working just fine. I’ve only ever seen moves like that in movies and video games. Job well done!”

You were unsure of what to do with all of this attention, never having experienced it before. When you worked alone, there was no one to tell you that you did well when you got back. You didn’t know if all of this flattery made you feel good. In all honesty, the confusion you felt about it made you a little sick to your stomach.

Weaving past them all, you grabbed your cold plate of food that Simon brought to you earlier and left without a word through the door. After receiving some worried glances from his soldiers, Price provided some words of reassurance. “Don’t worry, men. Hex probably isn’t used to having people wait for her like this, let alone praise for good work. Give her time.”

As the team brought back some of the tech to monitor from their rooms, Ghost stepped out into the hallway to look for you. He initially thought that you would be in one of their rooms to use the microwave, but you were nowhere in sight. While he wanted to keep looking, a call by his Captain to help made him call it there for the night.

And so he spent the rest of the night bunking with Soap, listening in on private conversations and thinking about you. Meanwhile, you spent your night eating a cold dinner alone on the hotel rooftop. Overlooking the city, your own mind occasionally wandered against your will towards Ghost and how it would feel if his heat saved you from the autumn winds chilling your skin.

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m0chaminx · 4 months

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Mk1 characters with witch!reader | Dialogues

*•.¸♡Request: no

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: A couple of uses of y/n (I tried to keep them minimal), flirty, threatening, sweet fluff, the whole shebang, I've never written for mk before so go easy on me

*•.¸♡Paring: Various mk1 characters x gn!witch!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: just some fun dialoge of the mk1 charchters and a witch reader

*•.¸♡Words: 1k

*•.¸♡A/N: Merry Christmas y'all!!

Tomas : I faced far worse than an outworld witch.

y/n: You may jest now, but beware, for my spells can turn jesters into ghosts.

Tomas : Forgive me, but I do not understand the threat you pose.

y/n: Dear, sweet Tomas. Underestimate me at your peril. My hexes have a way of adding a bit of spice to the ordinary. Care for a taste?

y/n: Feel flattered Tomas, you have been the only Lin Kuei to pose a challenge.

Tomas : I cannot except your compliment's y/n, I truly can’t see a way I win this fight.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒖𝒂𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kuai Liang : I wish you no harm, but be prepared to lose.

y/n: I brew potions stronger than your fire, darling. Try not to get scorched by the truth.

y/n: Is it just me, or did the room light up the moment you walked in?

Kuai Liang : That’s my Kunai, I’ll try not to cut you… too bad.

y/n: Cross my path again, and you'll find out how swiftly my curses take effect.

Kuai Liang : Your threat has been noted, little witch.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒃𝒊-𝒉𝒂𝒏 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Bi-Han : It is foolish to face me, witch.

y/n: Ha! I mastered the art of Ice Manipulation when I was a child. You are the foolish one.

y/n: If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person in the room.

Bi-Han : Mind your tongue.

Bi-Han : I can't believe I need to waste my time killing you.

y/n: Oh please, Bi-Han. I don't need a crystal ball to predict your imminent exit from my life.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒔𝒚𝒛𝒐𝒕𝒉 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Syzoth : So, you cast spells?

y/n: Why cast spells when I can cast smiles? Yours is my favourite enchantment.

y/n: I'd advise you against challenging me. My curses have a way of sticking around longer than you'd like.

Syzoth : Do you stick around as well?

Syzoth : I heard you're a witch. Do you do shows?

y/n: Mock my craft, and you'll wish you had never left that travelling carnival.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Raiden : They say magic is in the little things, sweet y/n.

y/n: Then consider me your personal witch for these enchanting moments, sweet Raiden.

Raiden : I sense sparks between us.

y/n: I thought you had been practising with your amulet.

y/n: Cross my path, and the shadows you'll meet will be darker than any you've ever known.

Raiden : You must wield very dark magic then, witch.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒐 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kung Lao : I can’t wait to tell everyone I beat you.

y/n: Oh, please, darling. I could turn you into a toad with a flick of my perfectly manicured finger.

y/n: Why fly on a broomstick when I can use that thing you call a hat to soar above your nonsense?

Kung Lao : Hey! I thought it was creative.

y/n: I could make your dreams come true, but first, you'll need some better dreams.

Kung Lao : Lucky for me, I dream of you.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒍𝒊𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

y/n: Tell me Lord Liu Kang, what was I like in this other timeline?

Liu Kang : All I can say is you're far more responsible in this one.

Liu Kang : I must commend your skills, witch. You have far exceeded any expectations.

y/n: Did you just compliment me? By the elder gods, what was I like before?

Liu Kang : Are you sure you wish to battle me, young witch?

y/n: I’m sure I want you to remember when I best you.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

Johnny Cage : I gotta ask-

y/n: No! I cannot saw you in half. At least with you surviving.

Johnny Cage : Have you ever been on the big screen? People go crazy for witches.

y/n: While I thank you for the opportunity, Cage, my magic is not made for the big screen.

Johnny Cage : Whoa! Witches in outworld are way better looking.

y/n: Did you expect me to have a long green nose and melt in the rain?

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

y/n: I'm not a mind reader, but I'd love to know what's brewing in that mysterious mind of yours.

Kenshi Takahashi : I can assure you, you’re the only one surrounding my mind.

y/n: Think twice before meddling with my spells. The repercussions can be... unexpected.

Kenshi Takahashi : Sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I’m more intrigued than threatened.

Kenshi Takahashi : WIth Sento at my side, I can not lose.

y/n: Challenge me, and you'll learn that in the realm of magic, the victor is seldom the one who laughs last.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Mileena : Consider this your only warning. My wrath is not to be underestimated.

y/n: The feeling is more than mutual, Emperors.

y/n: If I were a witch, I'd cast a spell to make you mine.

Mileena : Luckily, you don't need magic for that.

Mileena : You over saw my mother for some time. Any words of advice for me?

y/n: A kind word to you Empress: underestimate powers you know nothing of, and you may not live long enough to regret it.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kitana : Must you always be so vigilant, my protector?

y/n: Only when it involves safeguarding the most precious gem in the kingdom.

y/n: I put the 'hex' in 'hexcellent.'

Kitana : That’s not as amusing as you think it is.

Kitana : I never expected a witch to be so charming.

y/n: Well, I say chivalry isn't dead, especially when there's a princess to impress.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Sindel : You must have heard the news of Mileena’s condition by now?

y/n: I shall try everything in power to help. It’s the least I can do for you.

Sindel : I’m sorry for what must happen, but do know I will always value you in my life.

y/n: I have served you for some time Empress, one battle will not sway my loyalty.

y/n: Your daughters have become great fighters, your majesty.

Sindel : They have found a great teacher with you, y/n.

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ceilidho · 5 months

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ikea!johnny seams like the guy to ask you what color your nipples are in the middle of a conversation 🤕

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the more online version but he comments the hex code on every one of your ig photos

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supercap2319 · 6 days

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Y/N looked around the room in confusion as he was disoriented. He glanced to the left and saw his fellow teammate and friend: Spiderman. Along with five other people he didn't recognize, but one of them looked vaguely like Steve, only with a buzzed head and dressed in a blue suit with the number 4 on it. "What happened?"

"That's my fault, I guess. I'm the one who brought you. Y/N, I—"

Peter was cut off by a stranger looking man or creature made up of rocks, wearing blue pants with that same number 4 symbol as the other three. He grabbed Peter by his suit, lifting him into the air. "Tell us what's goin' on, or I'm gonna squash ya flat." He raised a fist.

Y/N went and grabbed his arm. "Stop! I know Spiderman. You can trust him."

"Hey! Don't wrinkle the rocks, ya little brat." The creature of rocks sent Y/N flying back with a powerful throw, knocking the young Avenger into a wall. Y/N shook his head as he recovered before looking at the Thing or whatever it was called and blasted it with a hex bolt.

The rock creature went sailing back with an audible "oof." The guy who looked like Steve glared at Y/N. "Bad move, Kid. That's my friend you just messed with. Flame on!" The Steve look-alike erupted in flames as they licked all around his body until he was covered in flames head to toe. He flew into the air.

He flew towards Y/N as another member of their team stretched his body out to ridiculous proportions and stretched after him. "No, Johnny! Stop!" Y/N flew at Steve's doppelgänger, dodging fire attacks as he sent his own blasts at Johnny, but before either of them could strike again, Peter's webs shot out and encased Johnny in their silky threads.

"Hey!"

"Hold on, hothead." Peter said.

The stretchy man caught Johnny in his arms and safely put him on the ground. "Reed! Let me outta this!"

"Everyone calm down." A woman with dark skin and white hair said. She had x symbols on the front of her shoulders.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #peter parker #Peter Parker x male reader #tom holland #johnny storm #the human torch #the thing #the fantastic four #ben grimm #chris evans #michael chiklis #marvel's secret wars #secret wars

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peachesofteal · 10 months

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I can’t stop thinking about witch!reader x Fae!Johnny ✨

Previous here. Original fic here.

What if you did do something when you pointed your finger at him? Not a hex, not a curse either… but a binding. Maybe you didn’t do it on purpose, had no idea you fused a piece of your magic with his, wrapped a thread of your soul around his, the power in his very touch entangling with yours the moment he wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

Or maybe you did do it on purpose.

And Johnny has no idea.

He returns to his realm uneasily, the day after you corner him. A headache, something surprisingly mortal, blooms behind the back of his eyes when you advance on him, and an ache settles beneath his ribs when you snatch your hand out of his grasp and stomp away, red and purple magic angrily arcing off from you and tainting the air with a tart, burnt aftertaste.

He tries not to think about how enchanting you were, standing before him raging like a storm at sea, adorable and violent, just as he’s already tried to burn the memory of his evening in your bookshop from his mind. He tries not to remember the way the you practically glowed when you spoke of your power, your connection with the mortal elements that allowed you to feel so much more than he ever imagined, or the way your smile notched to the side when he sloppily tried to imitate the way you wove together the web of blood magic.

A distraction, that’s all you would be. A creature of lesser magic in a far away realm, something that’s not meant for him.

He thinks it will pass, once he returns home. He imagines it’s just a side effect of frequent realm to realm travel, too many trips in too many days, and he can practically hear Price telling him he needs to stay in Faerie for a while, at least until his magic settles and his body adjusts to it’s rightful plane. After all… his kind doesn’t take sick like others. They can suffer magical ailments, wounds from weapons or other Fae, but to fall ill is incredibly rare. And only usually happens to those of them who are incredibly stupid. Still, the headache rots and spreads throughout his brain, festering in his magic until it becomes an unruly, ungovernable thing that barely recognizes him, and his muscles are unbearably sore, useless in his body when he tries to exert himself in any way. All the while, something else aches in his soul, a unbearable yearning that builds and builds like a dark cloud growing heavy with rain.

“Soul sick.” Simon’s Nereid tells him, the day he drags himself to their door for help, her expression rife with pity. “Someone has bound themselves to you. Your soul mourns for theirs, their magic now woven into the threads of your own.” The image of you pointing at him flashes through his mind, your gaze enraged, and haunted while you cursed him up and down. Surely… you did not mean for this?

Simon watches him knowingly when he describes the night he met you, the interaction in the bookshop that led to you disclosing the key secrets of blood magic, the way he sat with you for hours, mystified by your ability and passion, entranced by your beauty. A bonus, he tried to tell Simon, that’s all it was, but when he thinks about the way you looked when you thrust your finger into his face, fiery and full of rage, he realizes it was much, much more than that.

“Perhaps she planned this, Johnny.” He intones, hand laying possessively on the thigh of his wife while she sits in his lap, and Johnny shakes his head in denial. Did you? Were you capable of such a thing? Your words are burned into his mind, the venom in your voice playing on repeat.

You tricked me, you Fae bastard.

Had you tricked him in return?

He returns to the mortal realm in a fury and breaks down the door of the flat above the bookshop, snarling your name down the hall to no avail.

“Do not hide from me.” He calls, sugaring his voice with honey, trying to draw you out from where you hide. “I know what’s happened, little one. Now-“ His sentence dies in his throat when he pushes your bedroom door open, a peculiar numbness sweeping through his body when he finally sees you where you lay.

Fear is the unknown sensation that pours through him, that paralyzes him. It’s fear that anesthetizes him when he finds you crumpled on the floor, your magic drained from your body like someone has bled you dry, eyes peeled wide in agony and a rasping breath on your lips.

“Oh, little witch.” He murmurs, kneeling slowly by your side, wide palm slipping behind your neck gently. “What have you done?”

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hexonthepeach · 8 months

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jungwoo and jaehyun seeing oppenheimer together changed my life, i need you all to understand that. just dropping this here for posterity

#hex peach updates #i follow 3 men on bbl and they update 1x a week but honestly ill pay for it #actually with johnny and jaehyun it's 1x a month but #it's my magazine subscription #i adore them so much

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ghostherlig · 4 months

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even more random hcs!!

bc i probably wont be home until after christmas :')

anyway, take more johnrailaoshi bc ive been thinking about them all day-

(if you saw this early no you didnt- im stupid and pressed the wrong button-)

raiden really loves valentine's day bc it gives him extra reason to show his appreciation for the people he loves in his life- he always hand makes cards and folds origami pieces for his bfs to find around the house- he went all out one year and made each of them a jar full of paper stars

johnny and kung lao's favorite holiday is halloween!! they go all out for costumes and always decorate the house to match- johnny even hires smaller actors to dress up and play characters outside with him and lao to have fun with the kids- they have a scare actor section and a section for cartoon characters

kenshi's favorite holiday is christmas!! he doesnt have a lot of fond memories from childhood, but after johnny first asked kenshi to celebrate christmas with him, oh that man was hooked- johnny was happy to see kenshi beam all throughout december, holding warm mugs and wrapped in blankets since the cold always got to him

jax and johnny still have this kind of strange rivalry, esp when kenshi is around- kenshi thinks it's funny bc most of the time it's them trying to out do each other with history facts, but both just end up having a nice convo.... it's the only time kenshi can get paperwork done without headaches

lao and raiden still have mini bets they place with each other all the time- half the time kenshi and johnny find out abt them bc lao brags abt winning- raiden bets poorly on purpose sometimes bc he knows lao likes to win and it only costs him a little..... sometimes he humbles lao, though (the superbowl is the biggest bet of the year for them)

raiden isnt known to swear, but his favorite song is "I Don't Fuck With You" by Big Sean (thanks kung lao) and he can be heard singing the lyrics, uncensored and all, randomly

kenshi can very easily peel or cut any kind of fruit- apples, oranges, pomegranates, persimmons, pineapple, watermelon, anything- if he is handed a fruit and asked to cut it he will and it will be fast and done beautifully

raiden has johnny do his hair!! braids is usually the most common style outside of his bun, but johnny always insists on doing his hair if they're going out-

kenshi has lao help him cut his hair!! lao does his own undercut and knows his way around a buzzer/clippers- the first time lao asked to cut kenshi's hair the swordsman was unsure, but he decided it wouldnt hurt and lao did it perfectly and has done it since

johnny has a cameo on a sooby doo episode!! he somehow convinced them to put him in an episode with the hex girls and it actually was so awesome-

johnny is super good with puzzles- like insanely good- kenshi, lao, and raiden just started getting him those really fancy puzzle boxes for christmas/his bday and he's cracked every single one without fail-

they have board game nights!! monopoly and uno have been banned- but when everyone is over their favorite game to play is 'one night ultimate werewolf'

for several years johnny has done a Santa Livestream on his insta and has donated a lot of money to charities that buy gifts for kids in need as well as done fundraisers to get others to chip in too- he got tomas, syzoth, kuai liang, lao, and raiden to help him keep people entertained on the live- kenshi even agreed to do a "face reveal" if they hit ten million in a day- they hit the goal in six hours

raiden and tomas are actually pretty close as friends- both bond over their combat abilities and their lives in general, and both have dragged the other into different media- now they watch episodes of different series' weekly and talk over the phone about it- their bf's know better than to interrupt them on the phone with each other

lao is the only Only Child in their polycule- raiden has his sister, johnny his brother, and i hc kenshi as having an older sister and a younger brother-

johnny will randomly start dancing, sometimes bc he just has a song stuck in his head, other times bc he just needs to move- his bf's always smile when they catch him- the most extreme move any of them have seen him do is drop into a split

none of them are fond of using their powers for silly or stupid reasons... however, each of them have definitely used their powers in a way they werent supposed to- kenshi has for sure used his telekenesis inappropriately, raiden has used his lightning to cook smth, kung lao has used his force/air manipulation to throw things at ppl, and johnny uses his weird shadow powers (give him his green back ]:) to scare his bfs-

johnny owns the house, bc it's a five bedroom, six and a half bath, super expensive house- it gives each of them their own room and then a shared room with a big asf bed, a nnice kiving room, incredible kitchen, big dining room for guests, a wine cellar, in home gym, etc- literally a second mansion-

as soon as anyone gets sick, raiden makes chicken congee- he got the recipe from madam bo after he told her him and lao were moving to stay with johnny for a while- she was happy to give him the recipe and even showed him how to de-bone a whole chicken for it

johnny is actually so interested in tarantulas- he thinks they look super cool and that some of the colors and patterns are really pretty- if kenshi and lao werent as insect averse he would definitely get one

lao's favorite reptile (after syzoth) is the arabian sand boa (pls google these guys, they're adorable-)

kenshi really loves reptiles and has always wanted a leopord gecko or a hognose snake- but he fears not having enough time for one with work and his bf's

johnny very lovingly refers to raiden as his wife after kenshi made a joke abt johnny "wife-ing" him by making him his favorite meal- raiden always gets flustered bc johnny is very open abt opening an LLC with them all as a kind of "poly marriage loophole"-

they all have jewelry that they wear as sort of "promise" jewelry that they almost never take off- johnny has his silver bracelet/band, kenshi has a steel ring, raiden has an anklet, and lao has a necklace

johnny, to his personal assistant and manager, refers to his bf's as "The Council" and always answers scheduling questions with "i'll have to consult with The Council"- it's rubbed off on the other three which has to led to raiden telling liu kang he cant give him a firm answer bc he has yet to "speak with The Council" (liu got flashbacks to "I Must Consult With the Elder Gods-")

johnny makes the worst jokes abt US tragedies- the jfk assassination is his personal fave bc he knows he can mess with kenshi with it- "it blows my mind that you can be so childish, cage-" "yknow who else got his mind blown-" "JOHNATHAN CARLTON-"

lao still has his first chakram hat and it's hung up in the mansion living room- all of them will stare at it or remember it's there and think back to lao telling the story of his Inspiration (thanks bi han)

raiden really loves smoothies, especially mango- he will down a mango smoothie if you hang him one-

johnny has all kinds of videos on his phone of all of them doing stupid shit- his favorites are one of kenshi drunkenly eating takoyaki out of the fridge, turning to face the camera with his cheeks full- one of raiden mumbling "i dont fuck with you" under his breath, panning to lao and kenshi who look at raiden like he just vacuumed their hamster- and one of lao dancing for a good minute, really, really well, just to trip at the very end and scream-

johnny has a lot of those videos and goes through them whenever he misses his bf's

raiden will send videos of cats playing or napping together and caption them "us" and send them to whoever or to the gc- all of his bf's always melt and go to find him and give him a kiss if they're in the house together or they'll send back a little emoji if they're apart

you'd think johnny is the worst but kenshi is the most overdramatic abt not getting attention- like "my husband is off to war" levels of dramatic- lao had to get up to use the bathroom and kenshi sighed like a sickly victorian, put his hand over his forehead and monologued until lao came back- he does the same to raiden and johnny, always "why has my love left me?? i am always abandoned by my dearest... beloved, where have you gone? why have you forsaken me??" "i need to pee, ken-" "am i so unimportant?? so easily forgotten???? so unloved??????" "🙄✋️ okay-"

johnny isnt as dramatic but he does pout and sigh and sometimes follow his bf's around until they love on him a little- johnny needs the little pick-me-up's but kenshi normally waits until he needs a full battery recharge

the four of them talk shit like there's no tomorrow- you do not want to be on the recieving end of their judgemental staring- each of their side eyes alone could kill someone, all of them together??? good fuckin luck-

johnny is mesmerized by the snow- kenshi, raiden, and lao all grew up with it, but johnny isnt used to it since he was born and raised in CA and enjoys the sunny weather- so when kenshi or lao and raiden take him to japan or china during the snowy season he's always so excited- the other three love it bc his cheeks get so pink in the cold

raiden gets super flustered when one of them gives him affection and attention, but all three are evil and will pile affection and attention on him to watch him squirm and act all shy- raiden loves it but also knows to tell them when he's overwhelmed

lao knows all of his bf's humor and how to make them laugh- johnny and kenshi laugh at lao's darker jokes- johnny especially likes anti-jokes- raiden likes puns and "a ____ walked into a bar-" type jokes- kenshi also cant help but laugh at people doing stupid things and kenshi and raiden laugh together at children falling- (older sibling moment)

raiden gets super lovey sometimes and will write out in letters how he feels about his bf's and slide them under their doors- all of them have a drawer or folder or smth that stores all of the letters

lao is the only one with a real sleep schedule- he's a morning person and goes to bed by 10 almost every night- raiden tends to get distravted watching tv, and kenshi and johnny tend to overwork themselves and work into the night and wee hours

sleep is usually tough for all of them anyway (lao takes melatonin to be asleep early) bc of all that they've seen and experienced- they all like congregating in their shared room to sleep together but sometimes they go off to their own rooms when they need/want the privacy or peace

that's all for now- wishing everyone a happy holidays!! <333 hopefully im back home soon :') also pls excuse any typos, it is 2 am-

#ghosts hcs #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #kung lao #johnrailaoshi #johnshi #railao #mk1 2023

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evilstrawberry · 2 months

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Was that the Bite of 99?!

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spicy-pears · 7 months

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In your series did we bond with johnny or do we stay scared of him forever?

𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔��𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚-𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒂 𝒈𝒐!

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𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚'𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕.

Drayton/cook: We should've never let him keep that girl! We can barely get a handle on him!

Nancy: What are you on about now?

Drayton/cook: he can't control that girl! She's a wild thing! She threatened me!

Johnny: -snorts-

Drayton/cook: are you laughing at me boy!? Because of you we have strangers wandering about the properties!

Drayton/cook: I told you to leave them darn girls alone! It's always some girl sending us down the cropper!

Johnny: I said I'll fix it.

As the days passed you learned each family member's unique gait. Sissy's steps were soft yet silent, the old cook just shuffled about, and Johnny's displayed his strength with each hard stride. You kept an ear out for even the slightest sound of a shuffle, preparing to face off with the old man again.

You taunted his poor old soul, with snake's blood saying it was for your fraudulent dark craft. That soon he'd be sending the devil your best regards if he didn't leave you be. even though you grew up in New Orleans, the heart of dark practices. You knew nothing about those things, you were a harmless church girl at heart, who was raised to memorize and live by every scripture. Fortunately, the old annoying coot didn't know that much about you. You wanted him to stop twisting your ear with useless judgments, and if the fear of a hex got that you would happily play the part.

The signature of Johnny's confident footsteps made you sit upright on his bed. Waiting like an obedient lap dog, your hands hastily went to work hiding the small snake under the pillow behind you. Suddenly the door frame would creak lightly as he leaned his weight against it, his arms folded across his chest.

He wore his smug grin while his eyes admired you, "I heard I caught myself a voodoo queen?". You would evade his eye contact, as the cobwebs on the windowsill became more captivating than his mocking. He would chuckle at your seemingly meek behavior, "Come on, let's get you some fresh air.”.

His words made joy radiate from your eyes, as you followed his every step closely. Then the realization struck you, you haven't left the room during the day for the past 3 weeks under Johnny's care. As the search for you trickled all the way down to the small town of newt, you were sparingly allowed to venture outside during the night. But he gave you this rare treat, probably to avoid more bickering with the cook.

Curiously you examined all the morbid bones that hung on the walls, you wondered how many were human and how many were indeed from an animal carcass. You were used to cruel decor like this, as it was displayed often in the back alleys of New Orleans.

The familiarity still didn't help calm your frightened nerves. Especially with the knowledge of the household's preferred "tastes." Johnny would finally open the garden door for you, granting you momentary freedom under the sun.

Overwhelmed by the sunlight you were once accustomed to Your hands blocked the light, as your eyes slowly focused on the sun. But once they did, the clear summer sky was such a beauty, causing you to be overcome with childish joy.

Johnny would take in your adorable, delighted smile. Putting his hand on the small of your back guiding you along to his daily tasks. He took you through a field behind Nancy's property, where the grass began to grow tall and dry out in a yellow hue under the punishing sun.

As you continued to tread through the tall field, the crying crows caught your full attention as they circled around in the sky. Instantly you knew that what you were being led to was no longer living.

Before you could ask Johnny any questions, the strong smell of lingering copper and the undeniable stench of death forced your hand to quickly cover your nose and mouth. Hot tears began to collect on your bottom lashes, instinctively you kept your back to Johnny.

Knowing very well, whatever he began to drag through the grass was heavy and was no animal. The unfortunate man began to gurgle through his blood, fighting for a single breath of air. “Oh? I like it when they’re still awake!” johnny would begin to eerily laugh, making your blood run cold.

"You know death is natural, right? You'd have to get used to this at some point." He spoke with a mocking yet patient tone, his voice showing no weakness or strain against the weight of moving his struggling victim. You took a deep breath having no stomach to argue about such a morbid topic. While you walked back to the ranch, still avoiding the gruesome sight, Johnny painted the grass dark red with the man's blood.

You began to realize he was right. There was no taming or changing a man like Johnny. His nature was clear as day, accepting that would become part of your survival. Once you were finally back, you sat on the Poarch within Johnny’s watchful view. While he hooked the body up in the barn, meant for butchering. With the poor soul's mangled body out of your sight, you could finally go back to admiring the sky as best as you could. Giving a silent prayer for the poor man, unlucky enough to find himself on the property.

"Is skinning a rabbit too much for you, too kitten?" Johnny would sit on the Poarch with a few rabbits tied together to be skinned and gutted. To his surprise, you raised your brow and took his taunt as a challenge. You held your hand out to receive his knife keeping your cunning expression, and Johnny obliged, handing over his knife. He crossed his arms again as he leaned back in his chair, maliciously trying to apply watchful pressure on you.

Unfazed by his antics you took the blade and slid it under the soft skin of the rabbit's pelt, and swiftly began to skin it halfway. Taken a back Johnny would reclaim the blade and the rabbit while wearing a proud grin. He took his fingers under the rabbit's pelt where you left the delicate cut around the neck, and with one smooth jerk, he peeled the pelt clean off.

"I was going to be able to skin it." You wore an impressed smirk, feeling bested by him underneath it all. He would reclaim his seat, giving the remaining two rabbits the same treatment. "If I wanted a killer, I would've picked one of my kind in town." His alluring gaze peered up at you while he was busy at his trained craft.

His words made you realize that people like him were abundant. You weren't a choice out of random convenience or desperation. Like a rabbit you held all the innocence and grace, he was never allowed to keep before. With enough edge and Witt to keep him entertained.

While this felt flattering for a moment, it was equally unfortunate. If only a similar girl crossed his path before you did. You wouldn't be spending your days tied to his headboard, viewing your favorite things he collected from afar. Reminiscing about the freedom you had that made those things so special to you. All the stolen opportunities, played as fantasies in your head every night. You would've been married by now, enjoying your career, and starting a family by your own choice.

As you were left pondering, he assumed you were stuck deep in a daydream. Your gaze wandered catching a glimpse of johnny taking his blood-soaked shirt off. While he was wiping his hands clean with it, he felt your eyes staring at him like a thirsty whore.

"You best stop looking at me like that" his deep eyes dripped with inconspicuous lust, as he offered his shirt for you to clean the blood off your hands. You'd let out a short laugh to yourself, this man who'd go from bar to bar chasing your tail like a hungry wolf. couldn't even meet the minimum requirements of being shy.

Now demanded you to take your eyes off of him after making a purposeful display for you. Foolishly, you took the rare moment to taunt him back for once, "What? Are you shy?".

-𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑬𝒏𝒅-

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