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you need to be nice to and about mentally ill people when they do relatively small things like be unable to shower or brush their teeth or self-isolate or are awkward. but you also need to be nice about mentally ill people when they make a scene in public or are loud or say things that dont make sense or act in a way that you dont understand at all. both of these are necessary
#thoughts#my final message b4 bed.... bye#my only anecdotal thing i will add is that as someone w a panic disorder my 'invisible battle' is not always invisible#And i deserve just as much respect in those very hard and terrifying times as when im able to blend in and cope well enough to suffer silen#silently*. as does everyone else like me
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hofas spoilers under the cut
in hoafs, Silene says 'Child of my Child, heir of my heir, I leave you this story' and we all think it's said to Bryce.
But Bryce isn't the child of her child, or heir of her heir. She is from Helene's line.
So who else could she be talking to, there?
Azriel, who wields her shadows? Or Nesta, who had an eight pointed star once tattooed on her back?
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girl i beg you i need reader x luke based on gorgeous by taylor swift... its been on my mind for like past week
FESS UP!
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pairing: luke castellan x reader
summary: you still have some unresolved feelings about a certain Hermes counselor.
warnings: cursing, implied reader is halfblood, sexual innuendo, dorky, drinking, kinda loser!reader
a/n: is it dorky? probably, lmk with feedback in the comments. every one is appreciated and helps me write towards your liking.
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You were a coward.
Not with everything, because gods forbid you’re afraid of monsters despite having demigod-blood in you.
No, you were a coward with confrontation. With emotions, with love. Mainly love. You couldn’t even confess to a someone without your stomach churning.
And how you expressed attraction was…not ideal, according to Silena. You kind of, sort of—just a tad made fun of some things you found attractive of them.
Ideally, you wanted to leave yourself out for the harpies to maul you when your crushes give you a look (you knew you fucked up).
Which is why you have stuck to the tactic of watch and admire from afar and be happy with just friendship.
A classic.
The bonfire burned high and orange as many of the older campers and counselors, including yourself, were hanging out without the responsibilities of taking care of your younger siblings.
The typical red solo cups were in the hands of every demigod. A mysterious mixture made by Dionysus’ twins, Pollux and Castor, occupied the container. They never told anyone the recipe or what’s in it, but it left a warm feeling in your chest.
“You keep staring and he’s bound to notice.” Silena sat next to you. “Or your eyes fall out.”
“I hate him. Why does he have to look like that?” You groaned and sipped your drink to distract you from your current crush.
Luke Castellan. The golden boy of Camp Half-Blood. He could charm anyone’s pants off with a smile. It was frustrating how good looking and friendly and cool and kind he was. Fuck him.
He was talking the Chris and Beckendorf about who knows what. Somehow, the Hermes counselor has yet to have a girlfriend. He’s probably a virgin. You could fix that.
“Honey…” Silena looked at you with concern in her eyes and a polite smile. “The whole sit and admire tactic is redundant. Talk to him.”
“Silena…” You whined and the girl was preparing herself to listen to your list of excuses of why you can’t.
“No, no—don’t whine like a baby!” Silena dumped the rest of her drink into your cup. Taking initiative, she made your chug like half. “Fess up or mess up! Take some liquid courage and go talk to him.”
“Silen—” You sputtered as your chest grew as warm as the bonfire. Your throat burned in a good way.
Whoever said Silena was the Camp’s Cupid was right and she was quite determined to get a start on pairing you and Luke. Just to see how it turns out, of course.
Next thing you know, you’re dragged over to Luke, Chris and Beckendorf; interrupting the boys’ conversation. Silena made up some lame excuse and said a quick introduction before shoving Chris and Beckendorf away from Luke and you.
Gods, he’s so gorgeous. His curly hair tosseles over his head. His eyes meeting yours as he sipped on his own drink. That amused smirk that paired so well with his scar—both working in favor of his boyish charm.
And suddenly he’s moving his mouth.
“Hey.” He said normal and polite as one would do. Obviously.
And you can’t help but think of Tangled. Specifically, the scene when Flynn Rider is tied up to a chair with Rapunzel’s hair. She interrogating him and all he could muster was a smolder and the word “Hey”, to try and charm his way out.
Luke looks out quizzically as you poorly try to stifle a mix between a giggle and a snort behind your hand. He must’ve thought you were crazy for laughing or extremely rude.
It’s frustrating how nervous you can be in front of your crushes.
“Hi—sorry…” You managed to quiet your laughs and awkwardly sip your drink. “I was thinking about how you remind me of Flynn Rider from Tangled. How are you?”
“Tangled?” Luke tilted his head in confusion. Oh gods, has this boy never experience Disney movies? This just made it even more terribly awkward if he didn’t get the reference.
“Y’know…the girl with the glowing hair locked in a tower until Flynn Rider gets her out to see the lanterns in exchange for the crown?” You explained.
“Oh! Rapunzel.” Luke nodded. “Yeah I remember that. I always loved the lantern scene.”
“Me too! I’ve always wanted to experience something like that.” You agreed and looked over at the bonfire. Silena and Beckendorf encouraging you to keep talking to him.
Though Luke and you fell silent. Your mind wracking topics to talk about with him, but all you can think of is how handsome he is. Now looks aren’t everything, but his personality was a gorgeous as Elysium.
“Gods, you are just so handsome.” You find yourself admitting without even thinking about it. You find the words to talk to him about anything and everything, but your stumble.
Luke grabbed your arm. Stars dotting your vision. The “liquid courage” Silena forced down your throat catching up to you. “Hey, I think that’s enough drinking. Yeah?”
“Yeah…” You mumble as Luke leads you away from the bonfire and towards your cabin.
“Let’s get you back to your bunk, yeah? S’not good to be so drunk now.” He cared enough to walk you back to your cabin! It left a warm feeling in your body, or that was the Dionysus twins’ special drink.
The cabin door creaks open and Luke procures some water. You drink it as Luke crouches to get your converse off. Again, your heart is warm inside, but that could just be the alcohol.
Luke laid your blanket over your body. An amused smirk on his face. He found you drunk cute. So, he decides to admit something hoping you’d remember tomorrow. You’re already half asleep when you hear this.
“I think you’re cute too. Let’s start out with watching Tangled first before we do anything, yeah?” Luke laughed quietly, trying not to wake your siblings. He wanted it to take it slow with you. Was this some drunk dream?
“Yeah…” You find yourself mumbling. Your eyes drooping shut before opening again. Struggling to stay awake to keep talking to Luke, you fall asleep.
Silena was a damn good Cupid.
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#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#luke castellan pjo#pjo series#luke castellan imagine#percy series
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clingy desperate subbot with a soft sleepy domtop reader.. hfnnggh
no use of condoms, spit as lube,, cockwarming. overall desperate little guy.
silene was pent up with anger and arousal during the day.,. those feelings left him dying to feel your touch, due to explicit and rather intrusive thoughts that popped into his head and not having it in him to not look at pictures of you ( nothing but clothed, honest! ) that he keeps safe in his phone.. he hadn't seen you all dayㅡhe misses you! - and when he finally happens to catch you, you happen to be squirming around to get comfortable for a good night of rest.,,
soft, fake sobs escape his lips, glossy with drool as he buries his face in your shoulder to muffle his cries whilst simultaneously pressing himself into your thigh - his leg hooking over your waist as he full-on spoons you as you merely lay on your back - seemingly a little irritated with your boyfriend..
'what's the matter with you..??" utterly confused and a little stupid from practically waking up when you has just laid down to rest, eyes squinting open and narrowing at his flustered face,, pale; mole-dotted complexion that was bloomed in a deep red and staring into ur eyes tearfully before burying his face in ur pecs while weakly shifting against ur hip,,
"please, i just.. i jus' wanna feel you.." silene mewls weakly, and so pitifully that you would mistake his pitch for a whimpering dog on the street. your hands run over his flesh, truly hypnotized by the feeling and simply in a trance as you merely stare at the ceiling while caressing his back - hand edging downward to lazily palm his plump, clothed ass,, his body was malleable in a way you were constantly touching on him - just as a simple gesture of affection... "been waiting to feel you all day.. i.. missed you,, alot.." he continues, voice mute and bashful. "i havent,, done anything bad,, i promise. honest..!"
bad as in.. sending unsolicited dick pictures in the bathroom of his office,, sending videos of him fingering himself.,, or just mere shots of his bulge. he was right,, he hadn't done anything like that today..
your eyes widen a fraction in surprise at the very apparent neediness in your otherwise quiet boyfriend, lifting your hand to his shoulder-length choppy cut hair and dragging your fingertips along his scalp affectionately, "shh, shh.." you console him with your voice gruff and strained as you try to peer passed the fatigue that was slowly gluing your eyelids shut,, "s'okay.. c'mon now.." your hand drags down his nape, down his shoulders, before caressing along his spine,, ".. you're an impatient little whore is what you're trying to tell me.." a smirk splits your expression apart, eyes peeking open to gauge the clingy man's expression,,
he merely shudders, mewling like a pathetic dog before conjuring up the confidence to speak;; "yes,, that's exactly what i'm saying..!!" he hurriedly agrees, nuzzling into your shoulder with a soft grunt of satisfaction, otherwise squirming in want to ease his aching bulge,,
"tch.." you grunt, turning your head away against the pillow - away from silene. he fidgets against you, springing up - sitting on your thigh and looking at you worriedly - anxiety filling the pit of his gut as he glares at your expression,, whats with that noise of ,, displeasure?? he wanted to ask - pursing his lips and tonguing his piercings - merely,, staring at you with glazed eyes, waiting for you to make the move he's been fucking waiting for..
"go on.. s' fine.." you finally speak up, nodding once with closed eyes, "fuck yourself on me, honey." you demand gruffly, before patting his plump ass gently - his knee had already been rubbing against you, intentional or not, you already had a bit of a chub down there.. the product of your lovely boyfriends whiny voice sounding so breathless - reminiscent of how he sounds during sex,, so obviously it was stimulating! "you got it.. you get the gist.. c'mon.." you gestured weakly, peeking an eye open - silene hurriedly and excitedly moving off of you and tugging his pants off and discarding his messy boxers, dripping cock springing forward
a plug.. he really had been waiting for this all day huh? thinking ahead and prepping himself.. you grinned at the glimpse in your boyfriends hole, your hands finding his squishy thighs and groping gently as you turn your head against the pillow, humming in satisfaction as you let your boyfriend essentially do all the work, maybe try and catch a few Z's??..
silene fidgets with your pants, bare ass and dick beading consistently in between his soft thighs. grunting softly as he yanks them from underneath you - thoughtfully, down to your ankles.. he shivers, swallowing thickly as his mauve gaze raked up your bare legs, taking the time admire before landing on your groin that was slumped over,, he immediately hunches over inbetween your legs - wasting no time as he grabs the base of your dick and using his tongue to guide the tip into his mouth,, moaning at the taste he had ultimately found very much appetizing.. slurping and slobbering messily - not like him at all ! but you werent one to complain while getting your dick sucked admittedly pretty good..
silene swallows around you, feeling the girth of your cock hardening in his mouth - you were beginning to squirm underneath him,, he wishes he could smile with a mouth full.. he bobs his head up and down, naturally glossy lips wrapped around your length that he lubed up with his spit and pre-cum covered hand,, gagging every so often before he was impatiently hovering himself above your stiff and pointed cock - aiming your tip with his manicured hand into his stretched hole and finally - burying his face in the crook of your neck and humping - grinding desperately onto your cock,, his body relaxing ever so slightly, finally.. the feeling of you,,inside him,, filling him up so fucking good.. like a puzzle piece.. he was simply made for your cock,,
"mm-mmfgh.. ff-fuck,, so-o.. good.." he'd murmur breathlessly, "ah-ah.. nnfgh.." so vocal. so cute.. ".. feels so good.. ple-ease..,, pl-ease.." what exactly was he begging for, you wonder?
almost lulling you to sleep if not for the nearing feeling of ejaculation.. his cock pressing against your abdomen and smearing his pearlescent thickness along your skin,, you had no complaint as you merely hold onto his hand, listening to silene's voice and focusing on the feeling of your boyfriend's abused taint pulsating around your girthy length. your jaw clenching thighs twitching as you feel your lower intestine coil - hand gripping his before you finally shoot your load inside him,, silene makes no move to get off your softening cock,, your overflow of cum dripping from his hole, down your ballsack and annoyingly down the cleft of your ass..
silene heaves, body trembling and warm with sweat dripping down his frame.. laying on you before willing himself up, just to gaze at your face, admiring. eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as you nibble on your bottom lip,, silene pushes down, his lips coated with the taste of your own cum making you squirm at the taste but letting him explore your mouth with his tongue sloppily,,. "thank you,, thank you.." he repeats over and over, whimpering your name softly and nuzzling his nose into your cheek before laying flat atop you, unminding of his mess inside and out - mentioning something about a second round slyly..
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Azriel's association with Enalius, what it means for his arc and Illyria
This is something me and my friends have talked about off tumblr, but I wanted to write my own post about it and gather my thoughts. But here, I'll discuss a bit Azriel's character and how the revelations we witness in House of Flame and Shadow will be important to his character. (+ a little bit of Emerie).
What do we know about Enalius? From ACOSF, Emerie provides us with a little exposition when they are in the Rite, when the Pass of Enalius is brought up:
Long ago—so long ago they don’t even have a precise date for it—a great war was fought between the Fae and the ancient beings who oppressed them. One of its key battles was here, in these mountains. Our forces were battered and outnumbered, and for some reason, the enemy was desperate to reach the stone at the top of Ramiel. We were never taught the reason why; I think it’s been forgotten. But a young Illyrian warrior named Enalius held the line against the enemy soldiers for days.
Now, from the Crescent City crossover, we learned that Truth-teller and Gwydion are twin blades. They are a pair. According to the Silene History Lesson, the dagger used to belong to her father's (Fionn's) dear friend, slain during the war. A bit later, when they find Vesperus, she confirms that this friend was Enalius:
The Asteri’s eyes flared with recognition at the long blade. “Did Fionn send you, then? To slay me in my sleep? Or was it that traitor Enalius? I see that you bear his dagger—as his emissary? Or his assassin?”
Immediately before that, she also confirms that the Asteri crafted (which can either mean created, shaped forged, but we are going with created) the Illyrians:
The Asteri’s blue eyes lowered to the dagger. “You dare draw a weapon before me? Against those who crafted you, soldier, from night and pain?”
From everything, we can conclude this: Enalius was the original wielder of Truth-teller before Fionn and Theia, a dear friend to Fionn, and someone who pulled the ultimate sacrifice to keep the Asteri/Daglan from reaching the top of Ramiel. He was a traitor to the Asteri, a rebel against his masters and everything they stood for.
Enalius is the hero most Illyrians strive to mimic, the legendary figure who they all hope to one day surpass. He's a symbol of their people, even if so much about him has been forgotten — the fact that he had a dagger, Fionn's friendship, what the battle was for, maybe even how he was as a person. Brave, for sure. Willing to die for the cause.
And it's Azriel who bears his dagger. Azriel, who has such a complicated relationship with his Illyrian heritage and loaths it - and by extension, himself - is the one with this enormous legacy right at this hand. And this matters.
Still in ACOSF, we have Rhys talking with Cassian and wanting him to play Courtier, the following exchange then follows:
“What, we’re doing some role reversal? Az gets to lead the Illyrians now?” “Don’t play stupid,” Rhys said coolly. Cassian rolled his eyes.
But they both knew Azriel would sooner disband and destroy Illyria than help it. Convincing their brother that the Illyrians were a people worth saving was still a battle amongst the three of them.
Azriel hates the Illyrians for what happened to him and his mother and his dislike for them is, to a degree, understandable. The thing is that Azriel, no matter how much he loaths it, is Illyrian. Maybe he's more than that (as it's pointed that Az is different in a lot of ways and Bryce wonders if he is Starborn), but at heart, he's Illyrian. Siphons, leathers, fighting, being Carynthian, his wings, his scabbard and the dagger it holds.
It was healthy, perhaps, for Az to sometimes remember where he'd come from. He still wore the Illyrian leathers. Had not tried to get the tattoos removed. Some part of him was Illyrian still. Always would be. Even if he wished to forget it.
Being Illyrian is part of who he is and his deep hatred for them only fuel his self-loathing. He would like to set himself apart, but he is not.
We can actually draw a direct parallel between Azriel and Bryce with how they regard the Fae vs the Illyrians. Bryce loathes the Fae and for most of HoFaS, she believes they are evil, corrupt, power-hungry and quite generally, not worth saving. She would leave them all to burn. Sound familiar?
And Bryce is wrong. Sathia challenges her notion, pointing out that she's laying judgement to all fae and that is hardly fair. What the one who don't deserve it? Herself, yes, but Flynn, Declan, and Ruhn himself? Do they deserve to burn too? Bryce herself acknowledges this:
Urd had sent her there to see, even in the small fraction of their world that she’d witnessed, that Fae existed who were kind and brave. She might have had to betray Nesta and Azriel, trick them … but she knew that at their cores, they were good people. The Fae of Midgard were capable of more. Ruhn proved it. Flynn and Dec proved it. Even Sathia proved it, in the short time Bryce had known her.
And this part here sums up quite neatly:
Fire met starlight met shadows, and Bryce loosed herself on the world. It ended today. Here. Now. This had nothing to do with the Asteri, or Midgard. The Fae had festered under leaders like these males, but her people could be so much more.
There are Illyrians who are kind and brave and break the mold. We see this with Emerie, who is also a woman. We see that with Balthazar, Cassian. The main point stands, though, that you cannot judge or condemn an entire race for the bad apples.
Azriel is wrong, just as Bryce was wrong, and his journey will be also to realise that his people are worth saving. They were created of night and pain (words that Azriel embodies, being a master of shadows and a torturer), but that is not everything they need to be. They can be more than soldiers. They can thrive.
And I believe this was something Enalius himself came to the believe, long ago. His people deserved more than to be slaves to the Asteri, forced to give them their power when need be, bred to live and die for them. They could be more. And Enalius died to free his people from their chains.
Is Azriel Enalius's blooded descendant? I'm not sure, but he doesn't need to be. Azriel is Enalius successor because he will finish what was started. He'll uncover the secrets of the past, what his people were in truth, what Enalius rebelled for, what he stood for, what the Blood Rite truly means - which he only got a glimpse of.
And this is where I think Emerie will also come in. She's s one of ACOSF most relevant characters and the first female Illyrian to be Carynthian. I think Emerie will also become an inspirational figure to the Illyrian women, another of these what they coud be. What they can be. And more importantly and that is just a theory, what they were.
Orestes was a warrior. What if so was Carynth and she was woman? The name always struck me as similar to Carina, which is the name of a constellation and commonly used by women. It would be ironic and another shaking revelation to the Illyrians that Carynth, for whom their greatest warriors are named after, was a woman.
Does that mean all Illyrian women must become Valkyries? No, but some might wish to follow this path whilst their society takes its time to catch up. They already shook the status quo and with Nesta poised to have a big role (andthe Valkyries along her), they will continue to do so.
Azriel will uncovered the lost history of Vesperus offered him all the clues he needed to start looking. His journey to find out this secrets will lead to him facing his own demons, confronting his loathing for his people and, in doing so, he will make peace with himself.
#hofas spoilers#azriel#shout out to yaz for helping me fish the quotes#my meta#acotar#acosf#emerie#illyria
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Forbidden Fruit pt. 2
Summary: Luke asks for the help of some special people in Y/n's life to help plan her perfect ideal date.
Warnings: Fluff, ermm not much I don't think, jut a finisher of the date. Not proof read! Fem! Dionysus! Reader,
A/n: Someone asked for a pt 2, so here we are. - Leafy
Okay, Luke had until 7:00 pm to plan something anything for his date with Y/n. It was about 3:00 O'clock, "4 hours" Luke thought to himself. What better plan is there other than to go to Silena Beuregard? Because not only was she Y/n's best friend, she was also in Cabin 10, so she should be like, a professional? Right?
Luke seemed like an idiot. He really had to go to someone one else to plan a date for Y/n. He just wanted everything to be perfect. Nothing could go wrong, he wanted everything to be perfect, just like Y/n.
So here Luke was, standing in front of Aphrodite Cabin. He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" he heard a voice ring from the inside. It was most definitely Silena. He and her have only interacted a couple times, mainly only talking about Y/n.
"It's Luke, I wanted to ask a favor Silena." He semi shouted so he can be heard from the inside. She opened the door and peaked her head out.
"What type of favor?" She asked suspiciously.
"I'm taking Y/n on a date later at 7:00 and I have no, idea what I should do, and since you're her best friend I was thinking that maybe you coul-" Silena cut him off with a shriek.
"Yes! Finally!!" She exclaimed. "I'll SO help you, I've got so many ideas" She said excitedly as she pulled him into the cabin.
After about 2 hours Silena and Luke cooked up the best date ever, and set it up in your favorite place at camp. As they were walking back to the cabins Luke thanked Silena, all she said was.
"Listen Luke, we've been waiting for you to ask Y/n out for ages. Literally everyone at camp was rooting for you. So trust me, I've been waiting to do this. Now leave because I guarantee Y/n is going to pop up out of no where to get ready so. Go put on your best outfit." Silena ranted
"Will do." Luke said trying to act his coolest when really he was so nervous.
Silena was right.
Y/n had come banging on Cabin 10's door at around 5:30 ish, her make up was already done. Y/n only did makeup on special occasions. This was a really special occasion. "Silena!! Siliena open up! I know you're in there!" she shouted.
"Jeez woman give me a minute, its only been about 0.5 seconds since your first knock" Silena joked.
"Help me pick a dress, I've got a date with Luke, and I don't know what to where." Y/n said as she dropped all 6 of her dress options and sighed lying on Silena's bunk.
"Alright, you already know what time it is." Silena said with anticipation. "Fashion show!!!" She said. "Come on let me see option one."
The first 5 options were not doing it for Y/n. Either is was too short, the color wasn't right, nothing felt right on her. Until the very last dress. This was the dress. It fit perfectly in all of the right places, flowed to just above her knees, just how she liked it. And the color was a beautiful stunning white, with little pink flowers printing the fabric. The straight lining on her bust was adorned with a beautiful sheer lace.
"Now that one, that's the one" Silene said.
"I think so too." Y/n said. It was now about 6:50 "Shoot! I need to get back to my cabin it's about to be 7:00!" Y/n said scrambling to pick up the other 5 dresses she had. "Thank you Silena!" she hugged and kissed her cheek "I love you lots, owe you big time!" As she rushed out of the door.
Y/n had made it to her cabin, thank the gods without seeing Luke. She wanted to be surprised and vice versa.
"Why are you all dressed up?" One of your brothers asked you. Being a child on Dionysus had its perks, it was only you, and your two older brothers.
"None of your business." Y/n stated, she really did not want to be embarrassed by her older brothers.
"You're going on a date aren't you?" You're other brother pressed. "With who?" he asked strangely calmly. There was no hiding from your brothers.
"Luke from cabin 11.." you muttered.
"LUKE? LIKE HERMES LUKE?" There was an uproar of both of them discussing ways to scare him away. Y/n was going to put an end to it when there was a knock at the door. The three of them looked at each other, then at the door. Y/n was the first to move, and made it to the door before her brothers could. They may be fast. But she was faster. She creeped the door open awkwardly.
There Luke was, Looking nervous as ever, holding a bouquet of Y/n's favorite flowers, in his nicest outfit possible, which so happened to align with Y/n's color scheme.
"Hey Luke! " She looked up at him. She thought Luke looked like the most handsome guy on Earth. "You look.." She was cut off
"Y/n you better tell him you're not going on that date!" You're brother screamed. Y/n looked continued staring at Luke.
"Give me one second" Y/n said. Luke couldn't really make out what she was yelling about, something about how she was growing up already and she wasn't a little girl now, plus something about how Mr. D already approved. Suddenly it was quite
The door opened again and Luke straightened up. Now all three of the siblings came out with Y/n leading them. "Uhm..My brothers wanted to meet you before we left, I'm sure you talked to them before" She said.
"Yeah, uhm Hi. I'm here to take Y/n on a date." Luke stated the obvious.
"Yeah, we know." The two brothers were now towering Luke, Luke was about the same height as both of them but there was two of them and one of him. "Just have her back by 11. And I swear to the gods Castellan. If you do anything that hurts her in the tiniest-" He was cut off.
"Okay! Well me and Luke have to get going." Y/n said as she clapped her hands. She said goodbye to her older brothers with a hug and grabbed Luke's hand to walk as fast as she could away from her crazy over protective family.
As soon as they got as far away as they could Y/n apologized. "I'm sorry for the way that they acted, my whole family is just really over protective." She said.
"It's okay, I mean I get it, you're so beautiful they're probably fighting off boys left and right." Luke joked. "Oh, uhm.. these are for you." He said holding up the freshly made bouquet. "And, you look gorgeous tonight, I mean not that you don't always look gorgeous but I-"
"I love it Luke, thank you. You don't look too bad yourself. " Y/n said cutting off his ramble. "So, what do you have in store for me Luke."
"Do you trust me?" He said holding up a blindfold. If Y/n was being honest, she was a bit nervous. But she answered without a beat.
"Yes," and so Luke tied the blind fold on her, not too tight, but just enough to stay. He led Y/n with his hands. They definitely were no where near the cabins now.
Y/n knew where they were the second she felt the pebbly floor beneath her shoes, and heard the waves of the shore. They were on the Lake's Beachside, her favorite spot on camp.
"Are you ready?" Luke said. Y/n silently nodded. As he took off the blindfold, careful not to ruin her hair or makeup. she gasped.
"Luke.." her voice was just above a whisper. "This is.." Luke was extra nervous now. "This is so amazing." She turned around and jumped in his arms. "Thank you!"
"Of course, anything for you." he said as he gripped her waist.
The sun was setting perfectly, and the picnic looked so beautiful. The blanket that was lied out had all of Y/n and Luke's favorites. everything was perfect, they laughed and talked. They lied and cuddled together. As they sat with their heads watched the sunset Luke turned to Y/n she looked so perfect with her e/c eyes shining in the sun. She was just glowing. "Y/n, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah'?" She answered and turned to him.
"Can I be your boyfriend?" He asked as he stared into her eyes.
She smiled and started nodding "Yes"
"I have another question."
"Yeah?'
"Can I kiss you?"
Luke didn't have to do anything before Y/n's lips were on his the force of her kiss bringing them both down to lay on the blanket. Luke braced them for the impact and his hands instinctively went to her waist to stable her on top of him. They kissed until they were breathless.
As they pulled apart breathing heavily, foreheads still together. They looked at each other and laughed.
Y/n and Luke could most definitely get used to this
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Azriel /Shadowsinger;Starborn
I wanted to write about why I believe Az has a secret starborn lineage ever since Hofas was released, so here it is:
Acomaf :
“Like the daemati,” Rhys said to me, “shadowsingers are rare—coveted by courts and territories
across the world for their stealth and predisposition to hear and feel things others can’t.”
Rhys compared Daemati to the shadowsingers because they're both rare.
Hofas:
My story begins before I was born." The female's voice was heavy-weary. Tired and sad. "During a time I know of only from my mother's stories, my father's memories." She lifted a finger to the space between her brows. "Both of them showed me once, mind-to-mind. So I shall show you."
Thea and Fionn were Daemati, so it's a power of the Dusk Court people.
Hosab:
Night haired Helena, from whose golden skin poured starlight and shadows
Hofas :
My mother eventually trusted only Helena and myself to seek the truth. She knew we could be of great use to her, because we bore the shadows as well as starlight.
We spent a month hidden in the enemy's stronghold, no more than shadows ourselves. By the time we returned to our mother, we'd learned the truth.
Helena and Silene both possessed the power of shadows, they worked as spies because of it. Light and shadows are the power of the Dusk.
Conclusion :Both Daemati and Shadowsingers are Dusk Court people's powers, and they are rare in Prythian because most of them left for Midgard.
Acofas:
Though the cobalt Siphons were proof that his Illyrian heritage ran true, even
the rich lore of that warrior-people, my warrior-people, did not have an
explanation for where the shadowsinger gifts came from. They certainly weren’t
connected to the Siphons, to the raw killing power most Illyrians possessed and
channeled through the stones to keep from destroying everything in its path.
Azriel nodded his agreement, his shadows twining around him. Most of the
camp women had ducked into their homes when he’d appeared.
A rare visit from the shadowsinger. Both myth and terror. Az looked just as
displeased to be here, but he’d come when I asked.
The Illyrians have absolutely no idea where Azriel's power came from. It's not related to their own magic, and he's even somewhat of a myth to them. I think if his power came from a special Illyrian lineage like Enalius, they would know, given their attachment to their culture and history.
*Shadows nature and abilities :
I'll start with Bryce comparing Azriel's shadows to Cormac's shadows:
Hofas:
Azriel, without Rhysand to translate, watched in silence. Bryce could have sworn shadows wreathed him, like Ruhn's, yet... wilder. The way Cormac's had been.
And then Az admitting that it's a magical power:
The shadows are made of magic, just very condensed.
Hosab,Cormac :
“You can teleport,” Bryce said, voice low..... Well, that explained how he’d shown up at Ruhn’s house party.... Once he’d
had them, he’d simply walked right out of a shadow in the doorway.
“Where did you
inherit the ability from?”
Cormac squared his shoulders, every inch the proud prince as he said,
“It was once a gift of the Starborn."
And then back to Hosab, Cormac says that his ability to winnow is because he's Starborn. We also know that Azriel can winnow through shadows, which could be attributed to his secret Fae lineage.
_Also There are similarities between Cormac's father, the twins' power, and Az's power :
Hofas:
Shadows whispered over Morven's broad shoulders, trailing off his scaled armor. "He was a defiant boy. I thought I'd beaten it out of him long ago."
Acomaf:
It was an effort not to stare at Azriel as he watched them head up the steep street, arm in arm and
bickering with every step. The shadows gathered around his shoulders, like they were indeed
whispering to him, shielding him, perhaps.
The shadows talk to Morven just like they talk to Azriel.
Hofas:
The twins opted to live. A shield of shadows slammed against the reaching spears of lightning. It was all Bryce needed to see before she burst into motion.
Acowar :
“Enough, Azriel,” Rhys ordered. Perhaps those shadows that now slid and eddied around the shadowsinger hid him from the wrath of the binding magic. The others made no move to interfere, as if wondering the same.
The Twins' shadows were able to shield them from Hunt's Lightning just like the shadows shielded Azriel in the High Lords meeting, and nobody understood how it was possible.
*Last but not least :
About the troves :
Nesta stiffened. “If they’re all enchanting you to forget, how is it that
Azriel was able to remember and bear the information here?”
“Perhaps once you learn of it, recognize it, the spell is broken,” Amren
said
Azriel was the one who brought the information about the troves . I think it could simply be because he's Starborn, so he has the ability to still remember them.
And of course, the last thing is him being able to wield the Starsword:
The male now held the Starsword at the ready, Truth-Teller gripped in his other hand.He must have had some sort of Starborn blood in him, then-a distant ancestor, maybe. Or maybe his possession of the knife somehow allowed him to also bear the Starsword.
After Hunt's daddies issues, I know that she could make Az somehow special, Illyrian-made, but I think this makes more sense and is more interesting: we know that his father is an Illyrian lord, but we don't know anything about his mother. Perhaps she could be a half-breed, he would still look like a full Illyrian but with a special power from his Fae lineage.
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖꩜ (Almost) free – (PLATONIC) Wriothesley x Teen!Reader
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✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!: Mentions of torture (?) and food poisoning.
✦⸼࣪⸳ A/N: HII! This was my first time writing a request and writing for Wriothesley, so I hope you can enjoy it!! Tumblr ate my last (three) draft before I posted, so I had to put an screenshot </3.
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╰┈─➤Wriothesley was certainly a man with a lot of work to do. As the Duke of Meropide Fortress, his duty also extended to the most "troublesome" prisoners in the place. Among them was none other than [Name], a juvenile offender bold enough to steal from authority figures in the city of Fontaine.
It was during a summer afternoon that he met them. Wriothesley was on the wait for the arrival of a criminal on reports of serial thefts of jewelry and priceless possessions. There were no witnesses or traces that could lead to the identity of this thief, so even the Marechaussee Phantom was unable to follow their tracks, coming to the conclusion that they were someone ingenious and extremely experienced at what they did.
Well, what he didn't expect was that the notorious bandit he had been waiting for was a teenager with a bad sense of humor and terrible acting.
The "menace on the loose" who was giving the Fontaine authorities such a headache was right there in front of him, caught after falling asleep in a very comfortable seat inside the Court of Fontaine. It could be said that their carelessness had handed them over to their own hunters.
When asked abouth how they had managed to flee so fast from the crime scenes and hide themselves. The only answer they gave, with a straight face, was:
“I was literally just going in and out through the front doors.”
Quite the unexpected answer.
"Your Grace?" Wriothesley was cut short from his thoughts by two fingers snapping in front of his eyes. The only person brave enough to do that, without a doubt, was them. "What are you thinking? I thought we were going to have tea together."
"Me? Well, I was remembering the first time you set foot in this place." He crossed his arms and let out a little sigh. Their sentence was running out with each passing second, and he didn't want to admit that he would miss them if they left.
"Oh, when I gave you the middle…" He quickly shushed them with a hand right in front of their face.
"Yeah, I know. You were terrible to deal with back then." He ran his fingers through their hair playfully, messing it up.
"But I'm better today," they retorted with a simple sentence that carried a deep weight behind it.
A few months had passed since the incident with the Beret Society. [Name]'s behavior had changed drastically since they had been invited to join the group. In the end, it had all been a tremendous lack of humanity on Dougie's part; recruiting the youngest prisoner in the place and putting them through the same punishment he used with adults while handling the Aqua Doloris.
Before, they were sharp in their comments and too relaxed for their own good, one of the reasons that led them to this place after all. It quite amazed Wriothesley at how they ended up avoiding being caught by the Marechaussee, when they definitely didn't even know how to hide or lie.
They played a big part in their little game against Dougie, making Wriothesley start to pay more attention and spend some extra time supervisioning them.
"If I leave, Your Grace will miss me so much that you'll want to lock me up in that cell again. But guess what? You won't,” they sarcastically declared while jumping down the stairs.
“If you fall down those stairs, you won't be able to leave here before recovering; You know that, right child?” Wriothesley could imagine them falling. It wouldn't be their first time hitting the ground hard.
But contrary to expectations, it was Wriothesley who tripped and almost fell down the stairs, holding on tightly to the banister; trying his best to act as if nothing had happened. An embarrassing silence between them.
“Pfft…”
It was all that could be heard, them laughing at him, who remained motionless in place. Maybe he really was going to miss that little pest who, until now, had given him nothing but trouble. There was only one day until they're officially a free citizen again, but even though they joked about the possibility of leaving, their final decision had not yet been made.
"You really are fearless, aren't you?" He chuckled and looked straight into their eyes. "Not everyone has the nerves to joke like that, maybe I should ask for your sentence to be increased or something..."
Click, click.
Soft footsteps approached them, a sound they were both used to hearing through Meropide.
"I brought tea."
From the top of the stairs, Sigewinne had a smile on her face, carrying a small tray with her. At the sight of it, their faces instantly paled. As Sigewinne didn't have the same senses as humans, her cooking was peculiar, to say the least.
"Did you ask her to do it?" Wriothesley whispered to the teen as he watched Sigewinne walk down to them.
"Definitely not. She must have heard we were supposed to do it today."
The two exchanged glances, as if in telepathic communication. The current plan was to escape from the tea without hurting the feelings of the melusine in front of them. So as soon as she got close enough, the lame excuses began.
"Well, Sigewinne, I'd love to enjoy this wonderful drink with you but," she said in a pained tone, a terribly fake performance, "my tummy hurts, so I'll pass this time. You can give my cup to His Grace, he loves tea after all."
They held their belly, pretending to be in pain. But as always, Sigewinne knew how to get around the situation.
"Hm? There's nothing to worry about, this tea is good for the intestinal flora."
"Wonderful news, right, [Name]?" Wriothesley nudged Sigewinne lightly. After all, revenge is a dish best served cold. "Unfortunately, I won't be able to join you two. Duty calls, child.”
Their jaw dropped. That's it, there was no way out of this. Wriothesley could only grin at them and walk away while [Name] was being forced towards their usual tea-time spot. His grin had the exact following translation: "You're doomed."
And so, [Name] had to drink the cursed beverage.
Knock, knock.
Wriothesley's head rose to look at the door. He was just finishing his paperwork, something he could do another day, but which he needed to pretend he was doing so as not to make it so obvious why he wasn't drinking the tea Sigewinne had made.
"Who's there?"
"Someone who’s going to be outside the Fortress as soon as they can," the familiar voice on the other side of the door mocked, sounding like [Name] had finally made his choice, "I don't really like the part about being a juvenile offender or something like that."
Wriothesley let out a low laugh and let them in. He was genuinely not surprised by such a decision. [Name] was a thief on the loose around Fontaine and never stayed in one place for long. Name's preference to not remain contained within the walls of Meropide Fortress was certainly not surprising.
"What made you not want to stay here?" He crossed his arms and leaned further back in his chair; it was a rather comical situation for him.
"Here is nice. I've got food, a roof over my head, people to talk to," they mimicked his action and crossed their arms, "and you're here. But I do miss my true freedom outside those thick walls."
He stared at them with a fond smile on his face. He was quite sad that he would need to say goodbye to that child. Even if selfishly, Wriothesley secretly wished they wouldn't leave Meropide yet. Maybe he did have a favorite prisoner, after all.
“Now, can I get my ‘ultra mega hyper master favorite prisoner’ title before I go?”
They looked at him with stars in their eyes. To be honest, it was quite laughable.
“We’ll see how it goes.” He placed down the papers in his hand, waiting for them to speak more. Wriothesley definitely couldn't do that, even though it would be hilarious to see the other's reaction.
He got up and walked over to them. Unlike expected, Wriothesley hugged them and patted their head. And with a big smile on his face, he could proudly say:
"Enjoy your life out of here, little prick.” He gave them a playful, painless smack on the head.
“Thank you, Your Grace; but…”
They smiled mischievously at him and pointed to the door. Through it, came Sigewinne with her snack tray.
“To show my appreciation towards Your Grace and the great time I had here, I kindly requested my little friend Sigewinne to prepare the best pastries ever.”
The snacks presented to him had a suspicious smell. Maybe Sigewinne was also voluntarily partaking in this small prank. It was hard to say because of her usual smile.
“Just for you.”
In the end, even he couldn't escape getting a taste from his own medicine.
✦⸼࣪⸳♡ BONUS:
“I thought you would be free. What happened, [Name]?”
Sigewinne put a finger over her mouth, trying to understand the reason why they would stay inside such a place when they wanted to be free.
“I got sentenced to more time for ‘murder attempt through food poisoning’.”
“Towards who?” She tilted her head in confusion, an interested look in her face.
“...”
They silently pointed towards the Duke.
“Oh.”
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Date Night
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: slight frustration but mainly fluff
Summary: Nothing seemed to go right with your date night plans...
A/N: This is an older one shot (from 2020, omg) that I published on ao3 but never on here! (At least, I hope I didn't! I can't find it if I did, haha) so I edited it a bit and decided to release it into the wild here. it's really short and simple but I think it's sweet :)
You wanted one nice night in with your fiancé. Just one. A simple dinner with a fresh, home-cooked meal, couple glasses of wine, some shitty romantic comedy, all follow by bedtime at 10 p.m. It was all you wanted. It should've been so simple.
But your dream was crumbling to pieces as the minutes, the seconds, went on.
It started with Bucky calling to say he was running a bit late and wouldn’t be home until later than expected. You wanted to scream and remind him that you’d had this date night planned for weeks but you, luckily, kept your cool and just asked him to come home safely. This was just one little fluke, you could manage that.
So, you started the meal later than you had originally planned. You just really wanted everything to be ready and on the table for when Bucky got home. He deserved that and it should be manageable, right? You could still have a nice dinner together but the movie might have to be skipped.
Everything seemed to be going swimmingly until you got to cooking the main entree: steak. You hadn’t always been the best at cooking much above pasta but hours of watching cooking shows and a couple of YouTube videos gave you just a little bit of confidence... But confidence doesn't always equal skill and next thing you knew, the steaks were burnt. Completely charred and horrendously burnt. Smoke filled the kitchen and the smell was overwhelming. Both pieces of meat were well past saving and it made you wanna rip out your hair. You didn’t even know how it got to this point. The mashed potatoes needed your attention for one second and it all went to hell.
The only thing you could successfully salvage were the side dishes which consisted of a salad and mashed potatoes. But even those had turned out slightly wrong. Your salad was somehow bitter and the mashed potatoes were runny. Although, yes, they were both edible… But it just wasn’t right.
Nothing was right.
You groaned as you tried fanning out the smoke from the kitchen, praying the smoke alarm wouldn’t go off. It was literally the last thing you needed on top of how everything else was going tonight.
You threw the burnt steaks into the trash and filled the greasy, darkened pan with hot water for it to soak in the sink. Scrubbing that was just gonna be the perfect ending, you thought as you ran your hands down your face in frustration.
You scourged through your pantry, praying you had something to replace the meal as quick as possible when you heard the front door open and shut. You stood at the pantry, staring angrily at your dry goods. You felt a presence creep up behind you and your eyes began to water. You didn’t want to turn around.
"Doll?" Bucky muttered, confusion evident in his voice.
"Hi, honey," You replied, trying to fight back any tears. "How was the mission?"
"Um, fine." He said. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"
You sighed and closed the pantry door. You turned to face him, folding your arms around yourself in the process, trying to find some comfort. You couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed. A night you had been looking forward to seemed completely ridiculous now. You bit your lip, still trying to fight back the tears as best as you could but it was turning out to be useless.
Bucky’s eyes filled with concern when he saw the state you were in. He reached out and caressed your cheek. The metal of his hand contrasted pleasantly with your warmth. It was a familiar comfort you leaned into. He fully welcomed you in and wrapped his arms firmly around your shoulders. You buried your face into his chest as you wept.
Bucky was silent as you let your emotions finally run through you. He learned that was the best way for you to eventually calm down so he never seemed to mind just holding you when you were upset — so long as it made you feel better.
When you seemed to be slightly settling down, he broke the silence. "Can you tell me what’s wrong?"
You pulled yourself out of his grasp and let your eyes meet his. "I ruined date night."
Your fiancé’s expression morphed into shock. Without saying anything, you knew he completely forgot about the date night. You didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset.
"Date night… Oh, crap, I..."
"Don’t even worry about it," You sighed and walked over to sit at the kitchen island. The area still reeked of burnt meat which just made you wish you were in bed and finished with the day.
"No, honey, I didn’t mean to I just got caught up-," Bucky fumbled over his words as he raced to follow you.
"Seriously, can we forget about it?" You pleaded as tears threatened to come back. "I ruined it all anyways."
Bucky sighed. "What do you mean?"
You sniffled as you averted your eyes to the counter top. You traced the marble pattern as you spoke, "I burnt the steaks. Like completely black, charcoal, killed-the-cow-again burnt. Then the mashed potatoes were too creamy and the salad turned out bitter, however the hell that can happen-,"
"Doll…" Bucky cut you off when he saw you begin to ramble. You looked up at him, actually thankful that he cut you off this one time. You could take a breath.
"I just wanted to make a nice meal for you. Like a real meal. Meat, potatoes, the whole nine-yards," you explained. "But I couldn’t do it. I couldn't do something so simple. Are you sure you wanna marry me?"
He let out a low laugh at your question. "Honey, I’d still wanna marry you even if the only thing you could make was cereal."
You sniffled but managed a smile, feeling a bit better at his stance on the situation. He didn't appear to be upset and you were so grateful for that.
"Look," Bucky began, "how about we reschedule date night? I’ll mark it on every calendar and we’ll cook together, okay? Does that sound better? It'll be a real date."
Your heart warmed at the suggestion. You reached out and took his hands in yours. He gladly accepted the gesture as his eyes wandered over you, looking for some sign of approval.
"That sounds perfect," you replied, your voice getting caught in your throat. Tears were making a comeback but this time, it was happy crying. Your whole body warmed with love for your fiancé and you couldn’t get enough.
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CHEERFUL OBLIVION - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER (CHAPTER FIVE)ㅤ ㅤ
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chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
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masterlist
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WARNINGS: torture, angst, violence, blood, mentions of death, fluff, angst with a happy ending. Death.
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Jules/Stolas is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.
My recommendation and personal request is that you listen to this song, it will lull you throughout the chapter (and the next one):
- Comes and Goes (in waves) - Greg Laswell
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Her gaze remained on that cup of steaming and hot coffee, so lost in her thoughts that she didn't know how much time passed. The scent reached her nose and made the demon sigh deeply.
Y/N looked down to see her watch, 4 am and they still had nothing.
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This one's for the lonely, the one's that seek and find.
Only to be let down, time after time.
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After Y/N and Jules left the Compound, they found a perfect hideaway on an old ranch for sale in Wyoming. The place was abandoned for many years, the owners wanted to sell the place since it was 'haunted'.
What they didn't know was that all those screams were thanks to a demon, who loved visiting the place at this time of year.
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Around that house in the forest there was nothing but trees and the black night that surrounded them.
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‘No, I don't know why you're not there. I give you my love, but you don't care. So what is right and what is wrong? Give me a sign.’
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It was possibly the twentieth time she heard that song in an hour; 'What is love?' from Haddaway.
The desperate screams from the room next did nothing but make her yawn.
The music was so loud that it could have possibly blown up the door like it was a cartoon.
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After a few minutes, the door opened, letting out an adorable brunette who approached with the cutest smile ever. However, the blood on her face and body and the sword in her hand did not seem to match it.
It looked like something out of a terrifying scene in Carrie.
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“Do you think he's ready to talk?” Y/N asked as she looked up, Jules nodded quickly. She seemed to be in a very good mood and was a bit creepy.
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“I think our big mouth is ready.” Jules said excitedly.
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“Let’s do this.” Taking a deep breath, Y/N stood up from her seat somewhat lazily.
As soon as she crossed the threshold, the red lamp that moved on the ceiling from side to side started to flicker.
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The place was full of blood, some stuff lying on the floor, broken glass, as well as a guy tied to a chair in the middle of the room. The song keeps playing, but Jules turns down the volume, so Y/N could talk.
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“Can you stop that damn thing?!” That man shouted tiredly.
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At first glance, he looked like a man in his forties, the dark hair was soaked in blood as were different parts of his body. He looked tired, but not enough to shut up.
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“What?” Jules pouted. “You don't like the song? It's my favorite! I love the 90’s!”
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“It was our best time.” Y/N nodded.
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“It’s the worst song ever!” He spat the blood aside.
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His eyes were not human, they were yellow and had huge, horizontal pupils like a toad's.
Sensing the desperation, Jules turned the volume up again, higher and higher.
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‘I want no other, no other lover. This is our life, our time .
If we are together, I need you forever.
What is love? Oh baby, don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! No more!’
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“Please, stop!” He begged one more time.
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“We're not going to stop, you low range scum!” But Y/N smiled widely, leaning down to cup his chin, she kinda enjoyed all this. After all, she was a demon. “Tell us what Abaddon will do! What is her next move?!”
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But even though Y/N could be intimidating, the demon just let out a laugh. His pearly white teeth were stained with blood.
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“Do you think I would betray Abaddon?” The demon kept laughing as blood began to run down the nose. “She would disintegrate me.”
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Silence reigned for a moment and then Jules laughed, so loud and so sincere that it made the demon look at her blankly.
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“Oh my- did... did you hear that?" The brunette said without even being able to breathe. She had definitely never heard anything so wrong or funnier.
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“Do you know what I can do to you? Do you know who I am?” Smiling at the demon's confused face, Y/N grabbed the man's jaw and squeezed it so hard with just one hand that the guy started screaming.
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“This is what I hate about low-ranking demons like you, stupid uncultured pawns.” Y/N hissed with enormous hatred and disgust, squeezing harder and harder. “I’m not a Knight… I’m not a Prince, like Stolas here. She’s even more important than you.”
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The irony and cruelty with which she said that showed that her demonic nature was still inside, of course she didn’t show it unless it was with beings as cruel as that one demon.
Something that Captain America would never accept.
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“I’m primordial.” Y/N said without further ado, summoning her sword which appeared in her hand. Tightening her grip, she rested the sharp point on the demon's cheek. “If Abaddon can hurt you, believe me, I will make you believe that Abaddon is heaven compared to what I will do to you.”
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A small cut on his neck made the demon open his eyes in fear, deeply in pain. It wasn't a superficial cut, but those blades caused death for beings like them.
An ex-angelic sword, which was no longer used for good, was not an ordinary sword.
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“Talk and I let you survive.” Y/N ordered once more, before cutting again, this time several sensitive areas.
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The demon began to scream desperately and without further hesitation, began to blurt out everything he had to say.
He spent a long time revealing everything Abaddon thought, believed and would do. So much so that Y/N thought that maybe he knew too much for a low-ranking demon, it was a bit suspicious.
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“She'll go get them tomorrow afternoon.” The toad demon whispered in defeat and pain, in front of those two demons who looked at him with distrust. Jules narrowed her eyes, waiting for Y/N's decision. “...When the sun is near the horizon, when it burns red as hell, she will ravage the place.”
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Nodding slowly, Y/N grabbed the sword again and approached him violently. Even though the demon pleaded for his life, the snake finally pierced his neck with strength.
His eyes flashed before he burned.
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She didn't need to know any more than that. “Seven days my ass, I knew that bitch wasn't going to wait that much.”
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“I need to let them know.” Y/N growled and left that room with some haste and confusion. Didn't expect the redhead to play such a dirty card like that, but if she did it, was because Abaddon no longer trusted Y/N’s word.
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“What’s our next move?” Jules whispered, afraid to ask.
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Sighing, Y/N placed hands on her hips, trying to think of thousands of possibilities at once. Something that would guarantee them a victory, but it was very difficult with everyone against them. Even minutes.
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“I need you to do something.” she finally said after a few minutes in silence, she had possibly chosen the worst decision of her life. Y/N grabbed a pencil and paper, doodling a sigil. “I need you to go to this place, write it down exactly as I tell you… and Jules? You’ll say exactly as I tell you. No more, no less.”
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Jules frowned and took the paper, confused by so much 'mystery' but when she saw the sigil her eyes widened. “Do you want me dead? They hate me more than they hate you.”
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Y/N approached her friend, placing her hands on the brunette's shoulders. “I promise you that nothing like what you think will happen. Nothing bad will happen if you say what I need you to say.”
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Jules whispered and looked at the doodles. “This means it's worse than I imagined.”
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“We need big cards, Stolas.” Y/N swallowed hard. Of course the worst would come soon. “I've been thinking about how to stop her, and each idea is one worse than another.”
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Jules didn't say anything, just nodded.
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While everyone was discussing and planning how to protect themselves from Abaddon's attack, once Wanda explained who the hell she was after seeing Y/N's memories, the sokovian decided to walk away and lock herself in her room, tired of listening to them fight and argue. She was fed up with those loud thoughts and fears.
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This one's for the torn down, the experts at the fall.
Come on friends, get up now, you're not alone at all.
The brunette remained silent, sitting on her bed. The tissues around her were quite snitchy.
Wanda was quiet as the tears fell, those red eyes and nose showing how tired she was of crying.
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How could fate be so cruel? To say it was fate and not the decisions of a handful of cruel demons playing with her life? Deciding who lives and who dies.
She squeezed her eyes shut as memories came to her in a flash.
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The knocking on the door made Wanda look up, waiting to see who dared to bother her.
The one who entered was none other than Natasha Romanoff, with a small friendly smile and guilt in those green eyes.
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“Can I come in?”
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“You already came in, right?” Wanda said with a small smile as she wiped the tears and threw the tissues into the trash can.
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The widow came over to sit next to Wanda. She understood very well the pain her friend was going through, the lies they fell into, losing the one you love most was unbearable.
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“Sorry, everything is… chaos.” Natasha hesitated whether to continue, she chose those words very poorly and scolded herself for it. “It is not our intention to make you feel worse. They want to protect you.”
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“I know.” Wanda sighed sadly.
Didn't want to cause any more problems than they already had. This was all her fault.
Natasha took a deep breath, grateful for the silence in that place. She was sick of listening to Steve and Tony fight like children. But something caught her attention quickly, something changed in the room.
The pictures of Y/N and Wanda that were lying in the trash can.
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“Haven't you heard from her?” The redhead dared to ask, turning to look at Wanda who tensed up at the mention of Y/N.
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“I don't even want to see her again.” The witch hissed angrily, falling victim to endless mixed feelings. She missed her, loved her, hated her, she was furious with her but also missed Y/N’s gaze. The way she held her hand, the way Y/N made her feel safe.
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“But you miss her.” Natasha whispered, placing a supportive hand on Wanda's shoulder. “I'm not judging you, it's not wrong to do so. After all, your feelings were real.”
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“And even though I hate it I could see that her feelings are real too. That's why I feel so angry.” Wanda turned to look at her friend, with those huge green eyes full of tears. Tears of helplessness and disappointment. “I feel so… stupid. So confused."
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Anguish threatened to close her throat, making her voice hoarser.
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“She knew me my whole life, knew everything that happened to me and yet didn't do anything.” Wanda finally allowed herself to let go, so painful that even Nat felt a little tear escape her eyes. “She let my parents die, Pietro died.”
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“And…” The sokovian breathed deeply, trying to stop herself from crying and trying to come to her senses, to be strong as she needed to. “And I hate myself for still loving her.”
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Of course those words were true, she loved Y/N. Couldn't let go of her feelings overnight, even if she wanted to, if Wanda could forget the demon, she would without hesitation.
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The one who didn't hesitate was Natasha, who hugged her friend and cradled her for a while. “I’m truly sorry, Wanda.”
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Natasha comforted the brunette as she vented. Letting the pain take over her was not a good option, and the widow was not going to allow anyone to Wanda her like they did to her in the Red Room.
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“I can't even process what I am, what I'm supposed to be.” Wanda whispered once she sat back down on the bed as Nat brought her a cup of tea. “The Scarlet Witch.”
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She looked down at the steaming cup of tea.
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“I must be something so evil... that I only cause disasters and pain to everyone I love.” Those words came from the depths of her heart, filled with so much pain.
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“No one can tell you who you are, Wanda. It doesn't matter 'what you're made for' or whether you're 'a perfect weapon', your decisions will always be yours. And you’re not evil.” Nat took her hand and sighed.
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She wasn't going to let her friend feel the way she felt for so long, not allowing herself to enjoy love and friendship. She was much more than all that pain.
Smiling at her sister, she squeezed Wanda’s hand and then hugged her tightly. Whatever was coming, they were all going to go through it together and win.
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“Friday, raise security to the maximum. Stay alert for any movement.” Tony walked through the workshop.
Next to the common area, the workshop was a section that provided controlled conditions in which scientific or technological research, experiments, and measurement may be performed.
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It was Tony's favorite place, after the kitchen, of course. He was one of the few who didn't live in the compound.
Stark carefully observed the result that Friday showed on the screen.
Suddenly the door opened, drawing his attention, especially seeing that it was Bruce who entered in a bit of a hurry.
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“Tony.” The doctor took off his glasses somewhat clumsily. “What do you need from me? If this is because of the big guy-”
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Frowning, Tony turned to look at him blankly. “What?”
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“You sent me a text, you told me to come urgently.” Bruce looked at him with the same confused face. Even looked for his phone to show him the text.
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“I didn't-” The man was going to continue but a new presence made them turn around, astonished.
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“It was me. Hi.” Y/N appeared in front of them and quickly raised her hands in surrender as she saw how Tony was immediately about to attack. It was going to be much worse if Bruce brought the big guy to the fight. “Easy, gentlemen, I'm not here to look for trouble...”
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“You would have thought about it before sneaking around us for so long.” Quickly, as Tony squeezed one of his rings, a rapid nanotech gauntlet formed on his arm ready to fire at the demon. It probably wouldn't hurt, maybe angering the demon, but he'll die trying.
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“I can help you, but you have to listen to me.” Y/N hurriedly said, taking a few steps away.
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Using her sensory powers, she made sure that there was no one around them. Just the three of them.
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“We don't need your help.” Bruce exclaimed unbuttoning the collar of his shirt, ready to go.
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“Bruce, don’t.” She tilted her head, looking into his eyes. Even though Bruce tried and struggled to let go of the Hulk to the point of turning red, the big green guy didn't appear. “He knows I'm not coming to hurt you. So stop, you're embarrassing yourself.”
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“How-?” Bruce stammered blankly. Tony just rolled his eyes, lowering his arm.
Once they were sure that Y/N wasn't planning on attacking them, they let their guard down.
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"What are you doing here? If Wanda sees you, we are the last thing you should worry about.” Stark ironically joked as he approached his screen to scan the place again, making sure everything was fine. There was definitely a BIG flaw if Y/N could show up just like that.
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“Do you want the world to survive this catastrophe?”
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“Believe me, we will do it.” He gave a wry chuckle, they always did. Hydra, Loki, Ultron.
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“This isn't like your movie villain, Stark. It’s not some guy with lightning whips, or a tantrum-y god. This goes further.” Y/N moved closer to look at the screen but Tony quickly minimize it. “This doesn't just endanger this planet, this endangers all realities.”
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“Realities? What do you mean?” Bruce frowned. “Is a multiverse something possible?”
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“It is not a 'possibility', it is already a reality.” Y/N waved her hand, downplaying the talk, especially when both nerds seemed very interested in knowing more. “But we don't have time to talk about multiverses and alternate realities. We need a plan now, or Chton is going to screw them all up.”
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“What does Chton want? Especially with Wanda.”
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“Chton was a big demon, one of the cruelest beings that ever existed. He was banished many years ago… and wants to come back.” Y/N swallowed, thinking about the chaos that would engulf them all. “According to an old prophecy, he would do it thanks to a great sorceress who would have the power to handle the Chaos Magic, at such a level that she would break with any reality and modify it to her convenience. So when he does… all realities are going to collapse. One on top of another like dominos.”
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That sounded so terrifying that Tony Stark swallowed hard, lowering his self-loving know-it-all attitude. That sounded chaotic, a world where nothing would make sense.
Not only would they die, all the worlds, all the realities.
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“Do you want your daughter to live a nice life?” Y/N continued, knowing that would hit deep. The demon tilted her head as she saw the surprise in Stark's gaze, those big brown eyes so wide they would pop out of his head.
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Bruce had his mouth open like a fish out of water, more confused than Tony.
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“I'm not stupid, I know Pepper is pregnant.” The demon took a seat in one of the chairs and crossed her legs, so sassy. “It’s a very healthy baby, by the way.”
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Tony was surprised but hesitant. No one else knew that, only Pepper and him.
They had had an appointment with a doctor outside the compound so that everything would be a nice surprise. They had been trying to plan it for a week until Abaddon threatened to attack them.
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“Congratulations?” Bruce murmured, smiling somewhat happily for his friend.
He went over to hug Tony, who smiled proudly, forgetting everything for a moment. They had decided to hide it until this new chaos passed.
Especially when the Knight of Hell left a box at the door of the compound, with a quite terrifying message.
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“Will you listen to me?” Y/N asked, this time it was more of a plea.
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Sighing and knowing that it was best to get the upper hand, even if they had to work with a dirty, lying demon like Y/N, it was their best chance to win. The enemy of your enemy is your friend or something like that. “What do you need?”
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“I need both of you working together.” Y/N sighed and stood up from her seat. “I know Ultron left you a little hurt, but this time... you will truly protect this world. And must keep the secret until it is time.”
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“I don't like the idea of lying to them… again.” Crossing his arms, Bruce slowly shook his head. He wasn't willing to go through the same thing, that almost made the team break up forever and the world needed the Avengers.
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“This time you’ll save their lives thanks to it.” The demon insisted. “Steve would never allow my help, much less Wanda. We'll say it's your idea.”
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“That's true, both of them can't even say your name. And if Natasha sees you, she will kill you.” Tony smiled wryly as he poured himself a glass of scotch.
Showing him the middle finger first, Y/N typed a long amount of numbers on the screen quickly.
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“Friday, save this, please. These are the exact coordinates of the perfect place, where everything will begin. I need us to play with the lead.” She expanded the screen thanks to Friday, showing them the place.
Tony approached to see with curiosity, it wasn't close at all but the demon was right, it was a good place for a battle. Far from any kind of innocent victims.
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They kept talking and planning for about two hours, trying to find a solution. Y/N's idea was completely crazy and made no sense at all, but it was the only one available to them. It was their best shot.
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“Can you do it in 24 hours?” Y/N asked with some concern. Looking at that screen, the theory was good but the practice could be... difficult. Even for such an advanced engineer.
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“Do I need to sleep?” Tony said sarcastically.
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“Believe me, you will when you die.” Y/N responded in the same way.
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“We know a guy who can help with this… machine.” Thoughtfully, Tony watched the screen, trying to remove and add a few things. How can you build a thing like that from nothing? “We will do the best we can. Three great brains at work... and yours, of course.”
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“You have to do better than that.” Y/N frowned.
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She looked at her watch, hoping that Stolas would score a victory in her mission. She must have already been arriving.
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“Your ‘mission’ is to take back the book. That's at least what they can know.” The demon took a sheet of paper and quickly drew what the book would look like, since there was no type of information that talked about this.
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Tony walked over to look at it, raising an eyebrow.
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“The ‘Darkhold’?” He mocked. “Didn't they have a better name in the underworld? I thought that maybe with so many artists there, you demons would be more creative."
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Rolling her eyes, Y/N fixed her gaze on Bruce, who seemed to look more attentive at the moment. “Hear me clearly… You cannot use that book, from any point of view, never open it. The Darkhold holds secrets and curses so ancient they would destroy any reality. It will destroy your hearts, your minds and your souls.”
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An awkward silence remained for a moment. Despite Tony's sarcastic humor, he understood that this was not the time for jokes, everyone's fate was really at stake. And not just because of the big fight, but because of what came after that.
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“No matter what they promise you… they’ll never give you what you want. It is a trap.” The demon reaffirmed.
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After a few seconds and knowing that she counted on them both understanding the task, the presence of a new person made Tony jump.
Jules looked at everyone a little agitated, she seemed shocked but was undoubtedly still alive.
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“It’s done.” Jules grimaced, not very happy with that decision, but when she saw Tony and Bruce her face changed so quickly. Stolas smiled tenderly and waved. “Hi.”
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“I hope this works.” Y/N sighed deeply, for a moment she wondered if it would work but she no longer had time to doubt. The minutes passed and they played with a disadvantage.
At the surprised gaze of both humans, she spread her wings for a moment. Great and enormous wings, so black but still as soft as an angel's, Y/N smiled as she remembered that feeling.
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“Nice.”
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Taking courage, she plucked one of the feathers and moaned in pain. A searing pain, and so unique, a pain she had never felt before.
Sighing, Y/N approached Tony to hand him the feather, which after snapping her fingers, turned into a blue liquid in a very tiny bottle.
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“This is something unique, that very few humans have had the pleasure of obtaining. And as you know, none of them are alive.” Y/N said as she looked at that liquid and handed it to Tony, who seemed quite curious as well as surprised. Possibly thinking how much he could use it if he only knew how. “Be careful, don't use it all. I risked my ass with an archangel for that.”
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Bruce cleared his throat, making her turn.
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“An… a-archangel gave this to you?” Bruce stammered and looked at that tiny bottle as if he were holding an important grail. Everything already challenged beliefs, needed to know more.
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“I wish… it’s just my old feather. They just allowed me to get my wings for a moment.” The demon wrinkled her nose and walked away, still feeling a stinging pain. “They think I will use them for battle tomorrow against Abaddon, but it was actually for this, so… no one can know.”
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“You made a deal with them.” Stark walked away from her and took that liquid to one of his devices so he could analyze it. “Isn't that worse?”
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Y/N shrugged, knowing it couldn't get any worse. “I go one thing at a time.”
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“In fact, you have two.” Jules' voice made her turn around, watching as she handed a small bottle to Bruce.
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"What are you doing?” The higher-demon approached Jules with concern, whispering: “That wasn’t in the deal.”
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“I know, I decided to add some stuff before doing it. It's mine.” The dark-haired woman patted her friend's shoulder, who looked at her in surprise. How dare she? Stolas was going against her own decisions, and yet, her heart softened at the sight of her friend's loyalty. “I already told you, I'm with you. And they need to come back, so… two is better.”
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Sighing, Y/N ended up nodding, knowing that she couldn't fight her.
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“Wait here, I have to do something before we leave this place.”
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That green-eyed girl took everything she needed and put it in a backpack, exactly as Natasha asked. It seemed that Stark and Banner had a momentary solution, and that made the tension between everyone go down.
But what didn't seem to fade away was the fear she felt, the uncertainty of not knowing who or what she was.
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Everyone repeated everything they found about the Scarlet Witch, but no one knew exactly. And of course, although people didn't say it, since they found out who she was, everyone seemed afraid of her.
Suddenly, three knocks on the door caught the girl’s attention as she tried to close the backpack.
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“I'll be ready soon, Natasha.” Wanda said with a low tone of voice and that exquisite sokovian accent.
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But the one who opened the door was not the redhead, but someone else who believed and wished to never see again.
Y/N sighed and closed the door behind her, leaning against the door.
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“What are you doing here?” The Sokovian quickly became alert, chaos magic beginning to dance around her fingers.
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“I know you hate me.” The demon began, the melancholy in her eyes said more than words.
Seeing Wanda again made her heart come back to life, beating once again.
Y/N couldn't help but feel sadness when she saw those beautiful reddish eyes because of crying.
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“Leave me alone.” Wanda hissed, willing to defend herself if she had to.
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But Y/N didn't do anything else, just slowly approach her and see that woman with loving eyes, even if Wanda attacked her with fury, she would still see the love of her life more beautiful than ever.
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“I just want to say I love you.” Y/N stopped in front of her, even though she wasn't going to hurt her, she didn't want to make the Sokovian uncomfortable. “Please, just let me explain and then I’ll leave.”
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So close to home and so far away.
For a moment she allowed herself to get lost in her gaze, hoping to come clean. Y/N knew that it wasn't going to fix things with Wanda, but it was enough to say sorry before chaos broke loose.
Wanda shook her head, unable to believe how Y/N dared to ask to be 'heard'. “I shouldn't even allow you to be here right now.”
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“I’m sorry… I'm really sorry for lying to you, I'm sorry for hiding so much from you and above all... allowing them to hurt you.” Y/N said those words with so much sadness, with a lost look and a deep pain in her heart. “It is my fault.”
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Tears escaped, slowly falling down Y/N’s cheek. A gesture so pure, so sincere that it made Wanda hesitate for a few moments. She would never have thought that a demon could cry.
All the happy memories with Y/N flashed through her mind, knowing that her beloved's pain was genuine, but her own… That was much deeper and blinding. That one was a lot more painful.
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“You are a demon.” Those harsh words made Y/N squirm, she wasn't going to forgive her. Wanda just shrugged, wasn't going to get it so easily. “Your tears don't move me, Y/N. Oh, yeah. Y/N isn't your real name.”
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“Of course I tried to tell you my name, but you never listen to me!” Y/N tried, really trying to be patient. With any other human being she would have exploded but with Wanda, well, she was the exception to every rule. “I would like you to know the real me.”
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“The real you?” Wanda giggled sarcastically and tilted her head. “That sadistic and malicious creature? The one who looked aside when me and my brother were dying of hunger? The one that let my parents die without doing anything about it?”
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“I didn't know you and I was doing what they asked me to do. It's millennia, Wanda, millennia being the same and then I met you, and-” She tried to reason with her but Wanda just rolled her eyes, taking her backpack to leave what she considered 'home' for all that time.
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“You make me want to be better.” Y/N followed her, until Wanda stopped. For that tiny second, the demon had hope. Maybe those words would give her a chance, at least to say goodbye.
Wanda turned on her heels, and ending Y/N's anticipation, she finally said.
She met Y/N's gaze so that the demon knew, so that the demon understood, that those were really her words and not the pain: “After everything I saw... I would never love you.”
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Y/N's hope and heart fell to the ground, breaking completely.
Feeling how the weight on that chest became more and more painful and overwhelming. There were no happy endings for demons.
And to finish stabbing the dagger, Wanda whispered: “I would never love something like you.”
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Accepting what she deserved, Y/N nodded quickly swallowing all the pain.
The demon simply decided to lower her gaze and walk out the door without further ado, everything was said and everything was done.
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There was no turning back.
Leaving Y/N behind, Wanda quickly walked towards the elevator, hiding there until the doors closed behind.
Once they did, thanks to Friday who stopped the elevator so she could have a moment alone, the brunette allowed herself to cry uncontrollably for a long time.
Hugging herself, thinking about how much she wanted to go back and hug Y/N, to kiss her and forget everything. Want to go back in time, want everything to go well for the first time in her life.
Coming to her senses, Wanda left the elevator and finally entered the conference room, where everyone was planning what to do, how to attack and what the real mission of all this was.
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“But they want her for what she will be.” was heard, they stopped when Wanda entered the room. An awkward silence tenses everything, until the only one who was brave to break it was Stark.
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“The Scarlet Witch, Harbinger of Chaos.” Tony explained to everyone, looking at Wanda, but not in an accusatory way. Strangely, Tony understood the situation thanks to Y/N.
The girl just played with her rings, feeling uncomfortable and exposed. “The Scarlet Witch was not just born but also forged. Her power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme, and her destiny was… to destroy the world.” He sighed. “But what we are here for... is to avoid it. I don't think your power is destructive, Wanda.”
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“What will we do then? We can't hand her over to… that thing.” Steve kept his brow furrowed, totally serious. He was one in that room of those who would defend Wanda until death. “How do you know all this?”
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“Y/N.” Wanda murmured, knowing perfectly well the reason why Y/N visited her room.
To give them information that they could use.
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“Do we have to believe in a demon? A demon? That will do it because of the goodness in her heart?” Rhodey exclaimed in a mocking manner, shaking his head.
Even though he used to be a pain in the ass sometimes, he was right.
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“I don't think Y/N is lying here, there's no point in warning us.” Kate murmured somewhat nervously, noticing all the eyes on her. She stirred as if she sensed many birds of prey ready to devour her.
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“Kid, just let the adults talk.” Rhodey narrowed his eyes.
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As soon as she heard his tone, Yelena suddenly stood up and pointed at the man, threatening: “Don't talk to her like that again.”
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Everyone started arguing again, like the sixth time since they started the meeting, until Tony intervened: “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Do you want to shut up? I found a way to save all of our lives, thank you very much.”
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Everyone was silent.
The mood was not easy to bear, everyone was tired, fearful, upset and anxious. Who wouldn't be? A battle was coming up that they didn't even know how to win.
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“The plan is simple, I have a place, I have an idea. We need to recover the book that caused all this, but we can't open it or read it. Destroying it is the only solution.” Tony walked around the room, observing his friends one by one. Faces of confusion, fear, and even some with a certain curiosity. “The book corrupts everything and everyone that it touches, our duty is to keep it where it is. Not using it.”
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Bruce was in charge of explaining and showing them the plan and projections of what they would do. Friday helped by showing some probabilities, as well as the plans of that machine they would use.
As they had previously deduced, it was a completely out of the ordinary and crazy plan, but it was their only chance.
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“So, this machine will…” Natasha said somewhat skeptically, trying to understand.
And she wasn't the only one, everyone seemed a little worried about that sudden 'idea'.
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“That will allow us to escape.” Bruce nodded, taking off his glasses. “Not everyone will be able to come, but those who do, know that we will do everything possible to protect this reality. Those who stay must protect the place.”
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“It’s insane.” Someone said.
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“It is, but it’s our last chance. So… Who’s coming?” Tony asked, watching as some of his friends raised their hands quickly.
The man smiled with a certain pride, knowing that they would give their lives so that this planet would have another dawn.
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Wanda simply remained silent, her gaze as lost as she was in her thoughts. She couldn't even look at her friends, this was all because of her.
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Natasha saw her so quiet and placed a hand on Wanda’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Don't worry, we won't let them do anything to you, kid.”
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Looking at her, Wanda simply nodded her head hoping that this was really true.
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NAMIB DESERT
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER
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“Are you sure it’s here?” Natasha asked, grimacing as the Quinjet's door opened.
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At least she was grateful that there was no problem parking it, all around them could be seen vast sand dunes, dry trees and a claypan. Some wild animals ran away at the presence of strangers.
Deadvlei was a claypan, between the dunes in the Namib-Naukluft Park. The heat was oppressive, the sun remained high and that meant they still had time.
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Grimacing, Wanda went down after Nat who was walking in front with Steve and Tony.
The day finally arrived, and those who had decided to go on the 'mission' were Steve, Tony, Clint, Kate, Yelena and Natasha.
Bucky promised to take care of the place along with Bruce, Sam and the others, delaying Abaddon as much as possible. The big green guy was going to do everything possible to stop her long enough.
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“The mission is to take back the Darkhold.” Tony left the briefcase he was carrying on one of the platforms in front of them, a briefcase that opened with nanotech and little by little transformed into a kind of quadrangular machine.
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Thanks to the help of an old friend of his father's, Henry Pym, Tony was able to use much of his tech to achieve what he thought impossible.
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“Everyone has their GPS, right? Come here, around the machine and… press it now.”
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Listening to what Stark asked, everyone surrounded that machine and finally pressed the GPS button. Quickly, a nanotech suit materialized perfectly around their clothes, except the helmet.
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“Good! It’s good!” Stark cheered and everyone seemed less worried. Even curious, playing and watching the material of that advanced suit. “I just need to get all the suits in sync-”
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Everything was ready, everyone was ready for this new adventure but a flutter of wings surprised them.
In the distance, two demons approached slowly trying to walk on the warm sand.
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“Is it ready?” Y/N asked, noticing everyone's tense gaze on her.
Possibly mentally preparing herself for Natasha Romanoff to strike out at her at any moment.
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“What is she doing here?!” Wanda asked, trying not to look at her.
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“I’m also here. Hi!” Jule added, waving at them.
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“Did you make this plan with them?” Steve narrowed his eyes and then looked at Tony, who was trying to hide his embarrassed face.
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“Calm down, Rogers.” Tony tried to keep the peace. "Get back in your place, you're going to ruin everything! We need them!”
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“No, we don’t!” Steve exclaimed, pulling up his shield, ready to use it.
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“Come back to your place again, granny. You don't want to break your hip.” Stolas scoffed and of course that almost made Y/N laugh, but it definitely stole a laugh from Clint which he tried to hide.
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After a few minutes bickering, Y/N sighed deeply and ended up shouting: “Shut the fuck up!”
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Once again everyone seemed to get into a fight that they did not have the pleasure or privilege of having.
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“Do you want your friends to survive? Do you want this planet to keep spinning tomorrow?” Y/N scolded and watched them one by one, even Wanda. Even though the sokovian had so many reasons to be hurt, her life and the lives of others were in danger. “Then do what you must. Do what we say! And you’ll survive!”
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Her voice was strong and imposing.
And everyone's guilty silence proved her right, especially when a thunder made everyone look at the sky. While they were arguing, huge black clouds began to form, devouring that blue sky. The sun was gone.
Blinking in surprise, Y/N looked up, knowing that there was no more time. The light was gone.
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“They’re coming.” She whispered, quickly taking position in front of them. “Stark, put this damn thing to work. Time to fly!”
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Upon hearing that, the avengers prepared to battle whatever was approaching. A breeze of wind rose, slightly moving the dry trees, making them creak.
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“What? I thought she would go through the Compound first-” Stark stammered commanding Friday to turn on the machine.
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With a desolate look, Y/N simply whispered: “They must all be dead by now… this is the only way out. I’m really sorry.”
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Those words made everyone's blood run cold.
If a dark sky and the absence of the sun wasn't scary enough, knowing that your friends died and not even being there was much worse.
Wanda felt horrible nausea, feeling all that guilt, all that pain.
Especially when seeing Steve shed a tear and clutch the shield tightly to his arm, ready to fight.
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“Come on!” Y/N screamed desperately, noticing that the machine seemed to turn on but stopped again as if the power wasn't enough. “Now turn the damn thing on!”
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“Can't! Is not working!” Tony became desperate too, typing rapidly on his tablet. “Friday, help me a little, will you? Make a quick scan.”
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“How does it not work? You said you could do it!” Y/N growled.
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“IT WAS TWENTY-FOUR HOURS!”
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“Prepare to fight.” Steve ordered but Y/N shook her head.
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“No fighting, just stay in there!” Y/N exclaimed pointing at him, warning him that if he left his place, it would be worse. The demon turned to see Stolas. “We need to build a barrier.”
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“Maybe I should turn myself in, and just make a deal.” Wanda mumbled, still thinking about Bucky and the others. She couldn't stop imagining so many bloody and tragic scenarios, and they were all her fault.
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Like her parents.
Like Pietro.
Like Vision, Bruce and Bucky.
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“No, Wanda, listen to me…” Y/N approached her but Wanda quickly backed away, not even wanting to look at her. Although something inside begged her to do it, to hug her, to kiss Y/N one more time. She didn't do it.
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“I love you, more than anything in my entire existence. You are the first person I have loved since... I was made.” Her voice broke. Y/N was confessing her love from the deepest and most real part of her being, the only good part left in the demon. “I'm really sorry for everything I did. I hope someday you can forgive me, and if you don't, my greatest wish is that you can be truly happy. So please don't give in, not just for yourself, but for everyone around you. Keep holding on.”
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Once she said that, Y/N turned around and summoned her sword, which held firmly in her right hand.
Before the surprised gaze of the others, Y/N closed her eyes and brought lips to the blade, whispering something incomprehensible. A dark and ancient language.
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After that, she brought the blade to her palm and made a deep cut, before Wanda's surprised look.
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“We have to do it.” Jules held out her hand, hoping she would cut it too.
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This one's for believing, if only for its sake
Come on friends, get up now, love is to be made.
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Y/N frowned, doubtful. It was one thing for her, but it was another thing to risk someone else's life. “Are you sure? You don’t have to-”
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“I know.” Stolas sighed and nodded solemnly. “I’ll do.”
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Y/N took a deep breath before cutting their hands, making some blood drops to begin to fall around them and the machine.
Jules did the same, letting the blood fall in the same places until they met.
Once they connected, both intertwined their wounded hands and began to recite a spell that neither could understand. It wasn't a known language, it definitely wasn't human. Even Friday couldn't figure it out. An ancient and dark and dark spell, one created long before language was made.
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What surprised most of them was seeing both of their eyes change; using glamor to hide their demonic eyes carried an energy that they had to redirect towards the barrier spell.
They stayed like that for a minute until they separated, sighing relaxedly as they saw how a barrier covered all of them. An invisible barrier to the eyes of any enemy.
A barrier impossible to break, no matter how strong you were.
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Frowning, Wanda asked: “What did you do?”
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“What is this?” Natasha asked, a bit worried. She didn't like feeling locked in at all.
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“Stay inside and don't go out.”Y/N begged , somewhat agitated, that spell did more than just take their energy. Felt everything start to spin but she tried to stay strong. “It is a powerful blood spell.”
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Steve approached the barrier somewhat hesitantly and tried to touch it, go through it, but it was like touching a concrete wall. Not even his shield could break it.
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“If you could do that, why didn't you do it before?” Captain America said, a bit suspiciously.
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“Because it's a binding spell! It ties one life to the other!” Y/N yelled, already annoyed, tired of answering so many stupid questions. She was about to die, she was giving her life so they could survive and the stupid machine wasn't working. Wasn’t that enough? “The barrier is powerful and will protect you, as long as we survive.”
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Everyone looked at them in surprise, understanding what it meant. Even Tony, who stopped looking at the screen to look at Y/N.
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“So you-” Wanda whispered in disbelief.
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“So...if you guys die...” Kate followed those words.
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“The barrier will fall. ” Y/N gulped. “We'll try to hold on as long as possible... so Stark, hurry up.”
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In the face of an awkward silence, Y/N cleared her throat and turned around so they wouldn't see her that way.
They went from seeing her as a disgusting being to pitying her, and she didn't know which of the two was worse.
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However Jules pouted a little seeing them. “Don't be sad, we'll be fine. You will fix all our mistakes.”
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“Thank you.” Yelena mumbled. Words they would never have expected, especially coming from someone like her. Yelena nodded nobly, accepting that sacrifice.
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“It’s okay. Anyway.” Y/N swallowed and nodded quickly, she didn't know how to react to that. For someone to be kind to her. Again. “Do not leave the protection, if you leave it will be more difficult for us and more painful. Don't interfere either. Once the spell is cast and the sacrifice accepted, there is no going back.”
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The flapping of wings could be heard, growing louder around them. As if a flock of crows were approaching.
Everyone looked up trying to find the reason for the sound, it became closer and more terrifying.
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“They’re coming.” Y/N muttered and then looked at Stark, so terrified. “Do not engage, just fix it and leave.”
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Before he could even answer, a new presence made everyone turn to look.
As stunning and beautiful as deadly, Abaddon smiled widely as she saw everyone. A smile that made many feel a horrible chill.
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“I think they gave me the wrong address for the party.” The redhead said, strangely cheerful, especially when several demons began to appear behind. Her legion. “Hand over the girl and everyone will die less painfully than I want.”
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Willing to protect them, Y/N and Jules settled in front of them.
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“But I’ve to say, these traitors will suffer a horribly, harrowing, terrifying death… And you will see it.” Abaddon said, licking her fangs in a creepy way. “So Wanda, honey, let’s go. Mommy's tired of waiting.”
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“She’s not going anywhere.” Y/N said sharply, with a determined look.
Of course, while she tried to distract the redhead, Stark was working quickly to fix the machine.
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“I’m glad we finally met.” The redhead tilted her head to look into the eyes of the witch, who looked at her with enormous hatred. “You're going to watch everyone around you right now, all your friends, die. In terrifying ways.”
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But the Sokovian didn't say anything, she just stood steady, without showing any fear. Like all of her friends.
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“We will bleed so much pain out of you that you will be left in deep need of therapy for millennia.” The Knight of Hell laughed, followed by everyone around her. “And the only thing you will have is us. Isn’t that sad?”
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Abaddon turned to look at Y/N. “What does it feel like? Neither heaven nor hell wants you! You are not part of any. You’re nothing. You have no purpose.”
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This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised
They're only where they are now, regardless of their fight
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Slowly surrounding Y/N, Abaddon summoned her sword. It was a dark sword, which unlike Y/N's smooth and sharp blade, this one had its edge broken, like sharp teeth, to cause even more damage.
But what she wanted with those words was to cause more emotional damage, break her completely and end the Leviathan in one fell swoop.
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“And you still don't see it? The one who was going to hurt her so deeply… is you.” Abaddon mocked like a maniac, celebrating the debacle of the GREAT demon. “Not just your betrayal, the pain we need will be caused by your death… right now, in front of her.”
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Y/N's face suddenly paled. How had she not thought of that before?
She quickly turned to look at Wanda, hoping that really wasn't true. Y/N had always been the worst thing that happened to her, even when she didn't want to.
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“You are her savior and her executor.” Abaddon repeated those words she had highlighted before.
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While all the demons around her laughed cruelly, Y/N remained silent trying to deal with all those voices in her mind. How was she so blind?
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“Okay, I got tired. Kill them all.” Abaddon shrugged and several demons walked towards the avengers, ready to tear them apart.
But Y/N's voice stopped them dead, especially what she had to say.
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“You don't have to do this.” Y/N pointed her sword at Abaddon, there was no turning back. If she was going to leave, she would do it with honor. “I challenge you to a duel, you and me. Nobody else."
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“Yeah, I don’t care.” The redhead was going to ignore her but Y/N appeared in front of the Knight, placing the point of Willbreaker on that pale neck. Making some demons cheer in amusement, making Abaddon feel completely like an idiot.
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“I am Leviathan, my name is holy, and you will accept the duel, because I outrank you.” Y/N hissed. Clenching her jaw, you could see in those blue demonic eyes how furious she was. Abaddon couldn't refuse a duel, especially with Y/N.
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Completely changing from anger to a pleased smile, Abaddon nodded and bowed. “I accept.”
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Sighing and lowering her sword, Y/N made sure that only one of them left that place alive.
But what the demon didn't expect was that the demons behind would suddenly catch her, taking her sword away. A rather treacherous move, but what could she expect from a demon?
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Not understanding what it was about, or if Abaddon was not going to comply, Y/N opened her eyes wide especially because the redhead moved away from her to approach Stolas.
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“But first, the vermin.” The higher demon looked at Jules, vicious violence was reflected in those eyes.
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“Let me go. This is between you and me!” Y/N growled, trying to break free, but even more demons held her down.
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… This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised.
They're only where they are now, regardless of their fight…
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Abaddon's wicked gaze fell on Natasha, then pointed her sword at Stolas. “You know who she is, right?”
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“She told me everything.” Natasha clenched her jaw tightly, remembering all the things Jules said to her the last time they saw each other. All those secrets.
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The brunette was extremely sincere, to the point that she endured Natasha's punches and screams when she found out who Jules was, and why kept silent about the Red Room.
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Narrowing her blue eyes, doubtful that the little demon was sincere, Abaddon kept poking the bear. “Stolas was the one in charge of keeping everything running in the Red Room, so long ago. She was a great demon. Prince of Hell.”
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She smiled evilly, feeling the pain and spite in Natasha. And above all, the blame on Stolas.
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“But I must tell you something, be honest with you even though I love to lie.” The redhead faked a love sigh and placed a hand on her chest. “But one day… she decided to throw everything away and allowed one of the Black Widows, one of the best and most ruthless agents, to escape. Can you believe it?"
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Jules looked down, sad but remembering a dark past. Having mercy had been her 'big mistake'. She never told Nat that she helped in the 'escape'.
The Knight shook her head, disappointed.
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“And when she returned to hell, we torture and humiliated her for years, hundreds of years. Well, time passes differently there anyway.” Abaddon shrugged and turned to look at Jules. “Draw your sword, little bird.”
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It looked like a small bird about to be eaten by a crocodile, but Stolas did not retreat.
Jules swallowed, stepping back and finally summoned her sword.
It was a smaller sword than Y/N's, leaf-bladed but definitely much better than nothing. Stolas was a fallen angel, but not as important as them.
She positioned herself ready to fight, but Abaddon raised an eyebrow.
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“Everyone look at the prince of Hell!” The redhead mocked. “Did you think you were going to go against me? Really? She thinks she's in the big leagues.”
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Everyone started laughing, making the brunette feel even more nervous. She rested her gaze on Y/N, who just looked into her brown eyes, trying to encourage her.
Stolas held onto the grip of the sword, feeling her hands sweating.
But as Abaddon walked away, ready to watch the fight, some demons stepped forward holding their swords. Not just one, there were five.
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“Astaroth. Oriax. Sitri. Orobas… and…” Jules named them one by one, watching as they surrounded her with a wicked look. Of course she was at a disadvantage, but she wouldn't let them intimidate her. Stolas wrinkled her nose, looking at the fifth in front of her. “I don't really know you, you must be new. You're going to be a piece of cake.”
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Finally she smiled a bit smugly, moving the sword in circles and waiting for one of them to take the first step.
The tension increased while everyone waited for the first one to make a mistake, and luckily one of the demons ended up giving in to his internal violence, launching the first blow.
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Taking advantage of this offensive movement, Stolas blocked the attack and pushed that demon towards the others. Between punches, blocks and stabs, the little demon thanked each of the lessons that Natasha taught her.
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All of them watched that battle with sadness and amazement. Without realizing that they were at a key moment for the universe, feeling completely helpless as they watched every time Jules received a hit or a cut.
But even so, the brunette moved skillfully, trying to avoid being attacked by all of them. With that heart beating fast and her breathing labored, Stolas raised the sword and waited again for the attack of four of them.
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The demon that she 'did not know' ended up on the ground, disappearing from the face of the Earth. One down, four to go.
The blood fell down her face, the cuts in so many parts of her body made her recoil like a wounded animal. That tender, sweet look was now a deadly look, and she would die with it until she took her last breath.
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A gasping breath as she attacked again, but this time there was something different. Stolas eyes widened as she felt the edge of a sword stabbing her stomach forcefully.
Behind her, one of the demons smiled maliciously.
She fell on her knees, unable to understand.
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A loud beep drowned out the screams around them, Natasha's screams, Y/N's screams trying to break free, the cheers of the demons around.
Those brown eyes filled with tears, feeling that sharp and terrifying pain in her belly. As if something began to boil inside her. An unbearable pain.
And still, she managed to get up little by little.
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“Leave her alone.” Y/N begged Abaddon, kneeling as those demons held her. “Don’t do this. The fight is between you and me.”
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But Abaddon just smirked, victorious.
Especially when another of the demons stabbed Stolas from the front again, and the next as well. Finally she knelt down, trying to bear it but finally the last one of the swords pierced her body.
Y/N kept kicking and fighting trying to get free. Tears began to fall in floods down her face, feeling a deep pain in her heart. A pain that she never thought she would feel for something or someone other than Wanda.
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For someone a demon like her never thought, she would become her best friend.
A great friend.
A loyal friend.
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So loyal, that blood began to gush from her pink lips but she did not complain. Jules just turned to look at Y/N, smiling with that tenderness that always characterized her since they met.
The one she always complained about, saying 'you should look more serious, Stolas. You’re a demon.'
And now, she would never see again.
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… This is for the ones who stand...
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“It’s okay.” Jules whispered, her gaze on Y/N, one last time. Trying to give her peace, knowing that she would leave as a 'hero'.
Suddenly, Abaddon’s sword pierced Stolas chest from behind, stealing the last sigh from her.
Her brown eyes flashed for a moment before burning, as Y/N screamed in despair.
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Really terrifying screams, full of pain, like a wounded and angry beast. A sound that would haunt everyone for eternity. A sound as if a beast was wounded, like a powerful storm in the ocean.
She would destroy everything in her way.
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The first layer of protection that surrounded the Avengers faded with the loss of Stolas.
That terrified Tony, who kept trying to solve the issue and kept talking to Friday. Repeating the process again, unsuccessfully.
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The ashes in the air made her explode, pushing the demons with such force that it surprised them.
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"Y/N...." Wanda tried to get her attention, approaching the barrier but the demon didn't hear her. She was furious, completely blind.
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"Y/N, don't do it. That's what she wants." Natasha said, approaching too but none of them were lucky.
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“Finally!” Abaddon exclaimed excitedly, swinging her sword.
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“Do what you have to do and get out!” Y/N yelled at Tony, clenching the handle of her sword tightly before delivering the first swing.
She was tired of being patient and playing the war in the smartest way.
Every furious step approaching Abaddon was every blow she swung with her sword.
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The anger that Y/N managed only made the redhead laugh happily, knowing that she got what she wanted, hurting Y/N deeply. Therefore, her death would be even more delicious.
The sharp blades of their swords meeting again and again made Tony feel even more anxious and terrified. The pressure not only of the moment but of his friends, who were waiting.
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Y/N moved with surprising agility, hitting hard but also evading delicately, as if it were a dance.
She looked so confident, so strong, that Wanda even felt a bit proud, although she would never admit it.
Strange that Abaddon didn’t attack with all her power, and had a very good reason.
Because when Y/N finally slashed her cheek, the redhead unleashed all the fury of the angel of the abyss.
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“Okay, enough games.”
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With blinding fury, like hellfire, Abaddon advanced striking so hard that Y/N feared her sword would break. Amazed by the redhead's brute strength, she frowned when, with one blow, Abaddon sent her stumbling back.
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Y/N frowned.
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“Surprised?” Abaddon teased. “You are not the only one with help. I thought you were going to use your wings.”
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Approaching quickly, Abaddon launched a blow making her fall.
Y/N held the swing of the sword with her own, kneeling, using the strength of her legs but the force the redhead exerted began to make her give way.
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“You’re just weak.” Abaddon said through clenched teeth, seeing the demon on the ground, she struck again but Y/N moved quickly, evading it. “Like her.”
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The Knight hit hard again but only found dust, Y/N stood up nimbly, moving away but always staying alert.
One of the demons was going to attack her from behind, like Jules, but the redhead quickly made it fall back, raising a hand. “She’s mine!” Yelled angrily, and looked at the Leviathan again.
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Time after time, Abaddon took the lead and hit her hard. Not only with the sword, but also with punches and kicks. Both hitting the ground, crashing into rocks.
Time passed and they both fought fiercely, but unfortunately the redhead had the upper hand, with just a few cuts and blows. While Y/N, she was much worse.
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Abaddon's last sword blow cut her stomach and her left eye, crossing her face, losing the eye forever.
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“Give up, it’s over. She’s ours.” The Knight of Hell boastfully exclaimed.
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She had never seen Y/N like that, defeated and tired. And she loved it.
Y/N coughed up more blood than she expected.
The pain in her stomach and back let her know that she had two large cuts, so deep that blood began to fall like rivers. “As long as I’m breathing… it’s not over.”
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Leviathan was so hard and stubborn, like waves hitting the rock. Time and time again, she would come back.
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“Why do you fight for them? They are no better than us, look at them…” Abaddon pointed to her friends, whom Y/N considered her family for all that time. To whom she would have sold without thinking long ago, and she now was giving her life to protect them.
For Wanda, the woman she loved; feeling love for the first time in her life, caring about something other than herself.
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“They’re terrified, hiding while a ‘demon’ fights for them.” The blue-eyed demon glanced at them out of the corner of her eye. “Why fight for them? They are parasites.”
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Taking a deep breath, getting as much air as she could, tried to stay alive.
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“Sometimes I tend to wonder why… Why I try?” But Y/N chuckled sadly, shaking her head as she tried to catch her breath. “Because I have been around them all my life, watching these vermin benefit, feed, and destroy everything in their path. They are parasites.”
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Finally the demon got up with some difficulty, Y/N spit blood to the side.
Everything hurt, inside and outside.
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“I’ve seen what they're capable of… I just realized how fucked up they are! Just wandering around through life until they die! Which they know is coming, and yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them! They came to Hell saying 'oh no! What did I do?! 'How could I have died?!” Y/N laughed, feeling the pain in her body. Thinking how crazy that all sounded and how strange they could be.
Slowly, she limped closer. and watched them one by one. Knowing their deepest desires, their darkest sins.
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“They only think of satisfying their own desires, those two you see there?” She pointed at Tony and Steve. “They were about to beat each other so many times… Tony Stark sold weapons! That they destroyed Wanda's home! Remember? Humans kill each other, which is CLEARLY insane…” Y/N sighed as she saw Wanda, and then turned to face Abaddon again. “But here’s the thing… When it's something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they're lame morons for fighting sometimes…”
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Abaddon tilted her head, trying to understand. To her it was just incoherent babbling.
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“But they do. They never, never quit…” Y/N held her sword again. “So I guess I will keep fighting for them too.”
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The redhead did the same. It was glorious to be able to end someone who wanted to destroy her entire existence, envied since she was made but also had respect for Leviathan. “It's your death.”
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“Honey, it has been for quite some time. You just don't know.” Y/N smiled mockingly and began to surround her as if she were a wild animal, taking a more alert and less defensive position.
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Despite the pain going through different parts of her body, Y/N moved the sword in circles, waiting for the attack.
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…For the ones who try again…
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And when the redhead attacked, Y/N used the opponent's strength to cut her body and make her stumble. A deep cut across her thigh, making Abaddon limp.
Natasha's voice reminding her of that move over and over again in their training reached her.
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Turning to look at her with murderous fury, Abaddon attacked again but Y/N knew how to defend herself until the Knight used the strength of those invisible wings, hitting her chest so hard and making Y/N fall and slide into the protective barrier.
Worried, everyone watched as the demon stirred in pain. The only one who could get past the protection was Y/N, and if Abaddon realized the spell, she would do her best to destroy it.
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“Don't… move. Their eyes are on me, just... leave. Soon.” Y/N mumbled in pain, still on the ground, trying to catch air like a fish out of water. The demons' laughter made Y/N close her eyes for a moment, trying to gather the strength to keep going. She couldn't stop there.
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She had to give them time, she had to help them.
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Y/N opened her eyes when she felt a presence next to her, a soft hand taking hers, to help her up.
Kate Bishop gave her a small smile as Y/N placed the arm around her shoulder for support. Yelena quickly approached to help too.
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“Thank you.” The demon muttered barely due to the swelling from the cut on her face, slowly walking with them towards the barrier.
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“Kate? I have to be honest with you.” She whispered, swallowing hard. “When I met you… I thought you were a fool, like a weak point and desperate for a friend.”
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Those words made Y/N shed a tear. Ashamed of herself. “I was never so wrong in my entire existence… because you are my best friend. You are a good person, you have a big heart… so please, never lose it. I was the fool, but lucky to have you all.”
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“I do believe that you can change.” Kate dared to say, those blue eyes so red from crying. The archer was the first brave one to step forward to help her, without expecting anything else. “I don't care that you are a demon, you both were my best friends. I'm sorry I was so afraid of you.”
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… For the ones who need a hand…
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“Thank you.” Kate said as well and hugged Y/N for a moment, surprising the demon who simply nodded barely.
Knowing that it was a noble sacrifice, despite being a completely dark creature.
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Natasha tried to dry her tears and just smiled sadly, each one thanked her in her own way. Even with the silence.
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“I think this time is going to work. Friday is turning on the machine...” Tony assured, somewhat sadly. “Do you think you can last five minutes?”
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“Five minutes?" Y/N took a deep breath. “Piece of cake.”
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But as soon as she was going to leave, Y/N felt arms around her body. A strong, needed hug, a hug that she had waited her entire life for. The demon closed her eyes, trying not to keep crying.
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“Please don't leave me here.” Wanda begged, hiding her face in her lover's chest. Nothing mattered anymore, not the resentment, not the past, not the pain. The pain in her voice, Wanda’s crying broke Y/N's heart.
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“We can handle them, I- can handle them. Just don't leave, detka. Please.” The Sokovian tried, raising her gaze to fix her gaze on who she knew and considered to be the love of her life.
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Smiling with deep anguish, Y/N gulped. “I have to.”
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The Sokovian's sadness, the pain just made the demons around her, along with Abaddon, laugh like hyenas. Rejoicing in the brunette's pain because they knew it was all they needed.
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“I don’t want you to die.” Wanda sobbed, caressing her face slowly, feeling deep pain when she saw the wound. “I’m sorry.”
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And finally, a small and sincere smile, a small light of happiness, returned to those lips.
That was the best ending in the world, how could she not leave being loved by the most wonderful woman in existence?
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She would leave like a champion.
Like a champion of good.
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“I love you.” She kissed Wanda’s forehead and closed her eyes as a small tear escaped down her bloody cheek. The demon couldn't wait any longer, even if that kiss lasted forever.
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Slowly, her fingers slid away from hers. Although everything in her being, her mind, her heart, begged to stay… she knew it was best.
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“You can do this.” The Sokovian said one more time, encouraging her once again.
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Turning to look at her and picking up the sword from the ground, Y/N nodded solemnly.
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… For the ones who think they can.
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Of course she will do it. For her.
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“How long again, Stark?” Y/N growled.
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“The process will begin in five minutes…” Friday warned, making Abaddon narrow her eyes.
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And without further ado, Y/N returned to attack Abaddon with enormous force. Despite the pain, despite the injuries, despite the death of a friend.
She had love, and it was something much stronger than any evil in the world.
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“Three minutes!” Tony yelled.
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Y/N swung her sword and struck so fiercely that the redhead had no choice but to back away.
Surprised, Abaddon's eyes widened as Y/N kicked her stomach and sliced part of the white long neck.
Blood began to fall, leaving the Knight with no choice but to attack again.
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But knowing those movements, and knowing that Abaddon knew nothing but rage, Y/N turned avoiding her in a spectacular move and dodged the blow, stabbing Abaddon in the chest.
A masterstroke, even making Natasha proud.
Smiling the same way Abaddon did when she killed Stolas, Y/N stabbed the sword even deeper until she was close to her face and looked into those malignant eyes.
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“I was always superior to you, I just didn't want to settle for little... like you.” y/n whispered before violently removing the sword. The wound in her redhead's chest began to burn until she consumed it in a gasp of pain.
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Breathing deeply and trying to stand, Y/N changed her eyes and watched the demons around her.
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“Abaddon is gone. I am superior now, and I order you not to attack. Anyone who does something I don't like will burn like she did.” Y/N growled at them, looking at them with a murderous look.
The demons simply took a step back and lowered their heads, accepting the orders.
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“Does this mean we don't have to leave?” Natasha asked, frowning.
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They were about to leave the barrier when Y/N opened her eyes wide and raised her hand, stopping them.
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“Wait.” Y/N whispered.
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She knew that presence, one Y/N hadn't seen for a long time but knew was around.
After a few seconds, a flutter of wings was heard and all the demons quickly moved away, making room for her to pass.
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Slowly, that being walked towards Y/N with a unique elegance. Her curly brunette hair danced with every step she took, the armor shining like a sunny day. She was a great fighter; the long sword, bearer of truth.
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“I see you've gotten what you wanted.” Raphael said as she watched Abaddon’s ashes disappear. “Well done! I'm here to make sure you keep your deal.”
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“Y/N?” Tony frowned as Friday reminded him that the process was done, they were only one button away from leaving. “Is this about the deal?”
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“What deal?” Wanda frowned.
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“Lower beings should not interfere when adults speak.” Raphael watched Tony as if she were a bird of prey about to pounce on him. And Tony was about to answer, when Y/N intervened.
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“Wait.” The demon quickly said, expectant of the archangel Raphael's movements. “The deal is that she will be protected and safe. For her to be with her friends, I don't want her to-”
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“Hold on.” Raphael turned to look at her, letting out an incredulous chuckle. Those blue eyes made her shiver. “That wasn't in the deal. I told you we would take care of her, and that's because I'm here to take her.”
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Not being able to believe what she was hearing, Y/N looked down somewhat thoughtfully. “Take her where?”
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“We’ll keep an eye on the girl in Heaven, we can't let 'The Scarlet Witch' just wander around there like it's nothing.” Raphael rolled her eyes, walking around to see Wanda more closely, as if it were a 'thing'. “It is a very powerful weapon. And now its ours.”
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“Y/N? What is she talking about?” Wanda looked at Y/N, who was still somewhat pensive.
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“I don't care who you are. You're not taking her anywhere she doesn't want.” Steve stepped forward, holding his shield ready to defend the girl. Like everyone else, they took their place in front of Wanda.
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“The process has been completed.” Friday repeated.
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“Y/N?” Tony asked again, hoping for a quick answer. The screen warned over and over again that everything was ready.
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The tension increased again, no one knew what to do or how to react.
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“You know the place, right?” Y/N looked up and met Stark's eyes, who nodded knowing perfectly well what she meant. For a moment everyone believed that the problems had been solved, but apparently they had gotten worse.
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“Stark, don’t.” Wanda took a step forward, ready to leave the protection.
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“Now!” Y/N screamed and swung at the archangel, diverting her attention so they could escape.
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With a simple twist, so elegant and smooth, Raphael deflected Y/N's attack and stabbed the celestial sword into the demon's chest.
Opening her eyes wide, Y/N met Raphael's blue gaze and then fell to her knees.
A simple cut was already deadly, a stab to the heart of that shiny blade was eternal ruin.
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But nothing was as terrifying as Wanda's cry of pain, seeing the woman she loved dying, slowly fading away. A scream so powerful, that a scarlet witch energy escaped from her fingers with such force that it pushed Raphael and all the demons around her so hard.
The strength of that power made the archangel open her eyes big, terrified.
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Wanda couldn't stop crying, fighting with everyone to escape from their arms and go to her. With her last efforts, Y/N threw her sword into the protection so Natasha took it, holding it with some fear.
Giving one last look to Wanda, Y/N smiled slightly before disappearing into the ashes.
Without waiting another second, Tony pressed the button and all the suits activated, and they disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Leaving them behind.
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… And this part was for her, and this part was for her.
This part was for her, does she remember?
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Okay,I know. This was so long, and might be the saddest thing I've ever wrote?
But I hope you liked it, finished it on my bday! ✨✨
Finale is coming soon.
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one-shot for Ellie x gn reader, please and thank you <3
fluffy start in Jackson, but then Reader gets bitten during a patrol gone wrong. they cry in Ellie’s arms waiting to die and trying to reassure her it’s not her fault, leading to Ellie confessing her feelings for Reader, along with a dying kiss…
…except the next day Reader wakes up perfectly fine with the bite now healing. both realize Reader is immune too and Ellie proceeds to smother them with more emotional kisses 🥰
for some extra spice: Ellie knows she has a crush on reader and is trying to flirt but reader is “we’re just really close friends” type oblivious 💀
━ 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x G/N!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mentions and alludes to death, reader gets bit but lives, happy ending but still emotional, sadness throughout, fluff, angst, fluffy, talk of the stages of grief
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - twisted this a little since I'm not the biggest fan of immune reader but I thought this was sadly cute, I'm sorry for taking so dang long!!! ily!!
It was unknown when your silly sleepovers turned into going to one's house and calling it home when talking to others. Changing after a long day, barely speaking to each other out of exhaustion, maybe eating on the couch before going to sleep in the same bed.
Dina joked it was like you were in a rocky marriage, a couple that didn't act romantic though lived with one another and still shared a mattress. It made you and her laugh at the time, wallowing in the smiles and the truthfulness of the comment.
But despite Dina making comments to both of you, going even further than just jokes, you still maintained a friendship. Just a friendship, that was all.
To you anyway.
"Ellie?" She snapped awake, eyes fluttering open to look at you leaning above her, arm still tightly around your waist. "I gotta go Ells." "No."
You huffed a breath of laughter, Ellie leaning into your touch when you ran your fingers along her cheek. Brushing away her hair from her mouth which was stuck by half dried drool.
"I'll be back before you know it." Ellie shook her head again, pulling you towards her, the corners of her lips pulling upwards as you giggled. "I promise."
"You always take longer when you're with Dina. Why couldn't you just let me be your partner?"
"Because I like talking to her and you need a damn break, you've worked for a month straight." You lifted your head, looking up at her tired green eyes that swirled with content.
"She's gonna be mad if I'm late, I gotta go. " You laughed, finally successfully pulling away from her and standing up. Stretching out so far that your shirt rode up on your belly, showing off the way your pants dipped right in the front.
"You wearin' that?" Her voice was rough like every other morning, followed by her trying to clear it only for her to still sound dead.
"No silly, I gotta change, turn around." You spoke, walking around the bed while very aware that she was watching you as you did.
"Oh c'mon, can't give me a good view before I have to get up?" You shook your head, motioning with your head for her to look away. "Alright, alright."
"Best friends only get so many privileges."
"That's bullshit, they should get all privileges."
"Maybe later."
Ellie snorted, rubbing her face while listening to your clothes ruffle and your light footsteps move around.
"Okay, I'll see you later?" You asked, slipping on your shoes, seeing her sit up and yawn, nodding. "Yeah, I'll get sandwiches for us." You smiled, pulling on your jacket. "Sounds good to me. Take the day, okay? Get some extra sleep or something."
"I know, I know, I will."
You grinned, kissing her cheek before turning around, opening up the front door but not before one last passing comment.
"I mean it Ellie!"
"Okay! Be careful out there."
And when you left all was well. Knowing you'd get to go back to her in a short amount of time. Excited for food and the silent invitation back to your favorite thing, sleep.
It created a small pep in your step as you met up with Dina, the girl asking what was with the smile but you only shrugged. Deciding then and there it would be a good day.
The sun shining, clouds seldom passing by, the birds singing. All you could do was laugh and talk as you and Dina made your way along.
Sightseeing making you both take a bit longer than expected but neither of you cared. And Ellie wouldn't mind, she already knew it was bound to happen.
First it was post one then two then... three.
Three.
Three, Dina had said it a few times, but why?
"One, two, three."
"One... two... three..."
"In, out, one.. two.. three."
Again and again.
She whispered to you, holding a rag she'd brought on your arm, riding as fast as possible back to the gates. But you didn't hear her, you didn't hear anything. Tears dripping down your face.
You weren't even sure you were breathing, you weren't sure of anything. Numb, staring forward at the back of the horse's head that went up and down from trying its best to get back.
"Breathe Y/n." You hadn't been, shakily taking in air when her voice finally reached you. Looking up through blurry pupils to see Jackson in front of you, taunting you, reminding you of what you'd left behind.
What was waiting for you, standing still for your return. Time hadn't stopped for it.
Oh but you wish it had.
You slid off Dina's horse before she barely got a chance to stop him, hurrying to try and help you. But you were already stumbling to where Joel was, begging for familiarity and trying your hardest to get away from the outside.
"Is Ellie home?" He looked over to you, dropping what he was doing to meet you halfway. "The hell happened out there?" "I..."
His eyes danced their way to your arm, rag gone and all you could see was the teeth marks. Surrounded by yellow veiny lines that he knew were not veins, it was the infection beneath your flesh.
"Shit." He rubbed his mouth while the other picked up your arm, eyes wide in fear and disbelief. He then looked at Dina, standing back a bit further, sadness in her stare and streaks of wetness down her cheeks.
"C'mon, c'mon let's go see her, okay?"
"Okay."
And that's how you ended up back at her front door, opening it as it wasn't locked in her anticipation for you to return. Her back to you, sitting at her desk, she was drawing. Drawing a portrait of you, you didn't know that, but she did.
It was a gift to go with the flowers. The flowers Jesse was holding for her so you didn't see them.
The girl didn't hear you either until the door had shut. Turning around with a grin only for it to fall away and shatter on the cold wooden floorboards.
You wore Joel's jacket, cradling your covered forearm with your other hand, staring at the ground to avoid her gaze.
"Y/n/n? What's wrong?"
You didn't cry at first, until a broken sob cracked through the air like thunder, your entire body falling to the floor. Ellie not hesitating to rush over and kneel in front of you, grabbing your shoulders while trying to figure out what was wrong.
"I'm sorry– I'm sorry– I shou– should've just stayed here–" You cried so hard you were unaware if your words were actual words or if they were only sounds.
"What happened? Is it Dina?" You shook your head, still clutching your bite. "No– I'm sorry– I'm so sorry Ellie–"
She'd finally noticed you holding it, looking at your broken face that stayed facing the ground. Her motions didn't mean to come off so harsh, but she just couldn't help it.
She roughly grabbed your arm and ripped up the sleeve of the jacket, only making you cry harder when you saw it once again.
"Fuck–" She breathed. A chill ran down her spine, fear creeping throughout her entire being, she felt like she could vomit, faint and scream all at the same time but not a thing came out.
Gagging but choking it back along with her tears.
"How– What the fuck?" It was anger that came first, noticing the way the bite got worse in just the few seconds she'd been staring at it. "Dina didn't seem them Ellie– it was an–"
"If you say that you getting bit was a fucking accident I–" She shut herself up, clenching her jaw so hard you could've sworn her teeth were on the verge of breaking. "C'mere." She pulled you forward, hugging you, letting you bury yourself in her neck and cry.
"I should've been there– I should've–" She coddled you like a child, clutching you like you were going to disappear at that very moment. "I should've just went with you." "It's not your fault Ellie, you deserved time–" "Stop. Please."
Anger, denial, anger, denial, anger, denial.
"I love you." She whispered, "You can't fucking leave me."
A confession in the quiet, a regret she didn't have. Even if you didn't feel the same, you were going to be gone either way. What the fuck did it matter?
"I love you too but it's over Ellie." She wanted to cry, just hearing you say that, "Don't say that, please– don't–" She kept her face pressed on your head, wishing that she'd wake up, that it was just a nightmare that seemed awfully real.
"Don't leave me okay? I don't wanna be alone Ellie."
"I know, I won't. I'll be right here, okay?"
You sat like that for what felt like forever, Ellie leaning you both against her bed. Hearing your hard cries turn into soft spurs of air.
Muttering that you loved her more before you had cried yourself to sleep. Laying in her lap while she just stared at the unchanging bite. Running her thumb over it once you couldn't feel its pain anymore.
Occasionally she'd pull back the collar of your shirt to see if the infection had spread, but it hadn't, not visibly. And somewhere inside her, she'd hoped that meant something.
She hoped that all you both had gone through wasn't for nothing.
The cries turned into dead silence to which she closed her eyes, then when they opened again, morning came.
A rainy morning, nothing like the day before. A day you'd been so excited for that was now turned into nothing but a memory. A bad memory.
She slept for God knows how long in wait for the impending doom. She wanted to puke, staring at her wall of pictures you made her hang up. Most of them were you, smiling or posing with your other friends. Sketches of you all over the room that continued to remind her of the fact that you were most likely gone.
Laying in her lap was only a shell.
She didn't want to try and wake your body though, she couldn't, not until you did yourself. When you were one of them, she'd face you, but not when you still looked so much like yourself.
You sputtered and groaned as you finally did wake, shifting and rolling while going to sit up, turning to look at her.
She hadn't even taken out her knife, she couldn't.
"What happened?" You mumbled, rubbing your face. She swore it that her heart burst out of her chest. Ellie had never felt so fucking scared yet when you spoke it felt like it all washed away.
Disbelief.
"How do you feel?" The hope crawled back up her throat making her choke on it, shaking as you shrugged. "Tired, my eyes hurt." "I know, look at me."
You did, Ellie pushing your head up to look at your eyes in the light.
Clear as they were the night before. Not a sight of infection.
"I don't think it's spreading," She dared to whisper, her grip on your jaw not faulting for a second. "Does that mean m'not gonna change?" "I don't know, just..." She pulled you to her chest once again, allowing you to listen to her petrified heartbeat thump against her ribcage.
"I don't feel any different." You said, "M'just tired.."
Ellie tried to remember what she'd felt like when she was bitten, she tried pulling all the painful memories forward. Squeezing her eyes shut, remembering how Riley turned in mere hours yet here you were after almost an entire day.
Tess's had grown exponentially in just two of those sixty minute intervals and yet yours stayed the same.
Sam died overnight.
She was still alive though.
Your arm wasn't getting worse, at least visually, and she'd seen it happen before. Comparing Tess's bite, Riley's, Sam's, hers, over and over.
Running the images through her mind again and again while staring at the back of her eyelids.
"Ellie..." Her eyes opened, seeing you leaning over her with her arm around your waist. "I would've turned by now... right?" "I–"
Her sentences fumbled and her vocal cords failed her, unsure of the answer.
"Yeah."
You were gonna be okay, right?
"Okay.. that's good." You sat up straight, wiping your face with the backs of your hands. "So– so I'm gonna be okay right? You began to cry, unsure if it was relief or every other emotion that coursed through yourself.
"M'not gonna have to leave you?" Your voice cracked, Ellie shook her head, holding onto you. "No, not like this anyway." "What if–" "It won't, not if you're like me." "But what if I'm not?"
Ellie shook her head even harder, as if she was trying to shake the questions away herself. The letters disbanding and bouncing away.
"What if I'm not like you?"
"So far I'm the only person that's survived that, now so are you. You are, I know it." No she didn't, but watching you sigh a breath of slight relief made it feel okay for her to lie.
"Look at me.." You did just that, feeling her warm hands wipe away your tear tracks, pressing your forehead against her own.
"I meant it."
You kissed her without another thought, feeling yourself being pushed back from her reciprocation. Still afraid you'd poof into a thousand feathers and she'd open her eyes once more to nothing but empty arms.
"I know, I think I always have."
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Special Gift (Andy Davis x Reader)
Request: Hi!! Could I maybe request Husband Andy x reader. They are married and have children on their own and they play with Andy's old toys? Hope you have a nice Day! :)
The past few days had been rough on the whole family, but you were feeling the effects the hardest.
You, your husband Andy and your three children had just moved into a new house. It was a giant leap for everyone and you hadn’t expected it to be smooth sailing but you hadn’t expected it to be this hard either.
The children had been excited about the new adventure at first but now that they were here, they were starting to show their reservations. They missed their friends, especially your eldest daughter who was the only one old enough to attend real school yet. She was nervous about starting a school somewhere where she knew absolutltely no one. To make matters worse for the children, the house was a serious fixer upper.
Andy had bought the house because it was a four bedroom, but two of the bedrooms were full of major hazards for the kids and it would take a while before you could get them ready. So in the meantime, they all had to sleep in one bedroom. To lighten the blow a little, you had let the two oldest pick out a bunk bed to sleep in, but it was still obvious how much they missed their own rooms back home.
Andy was barely at home, school was starting in a few weeks and as a new teacher, he had to attend meetings, get to know the staff, create lesson plans. So all the work adjusting the children fell squarely on your shoulders. It was exhausting, most nights you crawled into bed wishing you’d never moved in the first place but the move had been necessary.
Not only did you and the kids need a change of scenery, this house was much closer to Andy’s childhood home. His little sister, Molly, had finally moved out for good and his mother was lonely more often than not. Being at a good distance to visit would make both her and Andy happy, not to mention this meant the kids could see their grandmother more often. Still, if you had known this was going to be so much effort before hand, you may have had second thoughts.
It was past dinner time now, the children were in the living room watching tv. Andy almost always came home late the past few weeks. He promised as soon as he had the free time he’d take you out somewhere special, but that was easier said than done.
You absently scrubbed dishes, trying to scrub away these thoughts with it. With any big change, their were bound to be bumps in the road. Soon, everything would be back to the way it was before.
“Dad’s home!” Ellie, the eldest of the three, shouted from her spot on the couch. The shout snapped you out of your dish daze, head whipping to get a look at the clock. It was much earlier than Andy was usually home, the kids were normally tucked away by the time he got home, fast asleep.
The sound of little feet running could be heard as they raced each other to meet their father, each one wanting to be the first to greet him at the door. Sure enough, the sound of the keys in the lock and the door opening could be heard. You grabbed a towel to dry your hands, coming out to see what all the commotion was about.
Andy was trying to enter the house and take his stuff off, but he was also holding a large box. Being bombarded with children while trying to carry something was not easy.
“Alright,” you entered the fray, scooping up your youngest, two year old AJ. “Go get your PJs on. Let dad have a second to breathe before you knock him over.”
There were pouts, but they knew better than to disobey your orders. They raced up the stairs wanting to come back down as soon as possible. Andy placed the box he was carrying down, untying his shoes and slipping his jacket off.
“You’re home early.” You noted and he grinned over his shoulder as he hung up his jacket.
“I would’ve been home much earlier but I had to make a pit stop,” he gestured at the box. You raised your eyebrows in silent questioning. “Something real special for the kids. Thought it might help ease the transition.”
You eyed the box doubtfully as he came over to greet you properly, kissing you softly. From atop the stairs, Ellie and Charlie groaned and gagged, still too young to understand stuff like romance and marriage. In fact, they were still at the age where they thought the other gender had cooties.
Andy laughed, using his head to gesture to the next room and walking away to pick the box up. You followed the kids into the room, sitting on the couch while your husband took the floor to be closer to them. Slowly, he opened the box and began divvying it’s contents between his three children.
The box was filled with toys, not really modern toys. They were definitely all older, they looked like they had received a lot of love over the years but they were in no means in bad shape. A plastic green dinosaur and some little green aliens for baby AJ, a slinky dog and some potato heads for Charlie and a ragdoll horse and piggy bank for Ellie.
Andy took the time as he handed them out to explain that they weren’t just any toys, they were his toys from when he was a little boy. What was left of them anyway, he explained that when he was younger he had had to move from his home too and that these toys had helped make it a little more bearable.
You sat back and watched as the kids connected with their father over the toys. When he held the toys and talked with his kids, he looked ages younger, almost like he had way before Ellie was born when the two of you were a young couple just starting to try things out.
The last three toys he had in the box were the winners of the whole thing though. It was like Andy had known these would be the winners and as such, had saved the best for last.
To match her horse, Ellie was given a beautiful ragdoll cowgirl. She had actual yarn for hair and on her back, a pullstring. When you first noticed the pullstring, you chuckled to yourself. Such an old doll, there was no way that thing still worked. Ellie pulled on it though and the cowgirl yodelled.
For Charlie, a Buzz Lightyear action figure, you recognized this one from your own youth. You had had one much the same. He must’ve had his batteries routinely replaced because everything about him still worked, from the retractable helmet to the buttons that made him speak to his karate chop action. There was something so nostalgic about watching your son zoom around the room with a toy you used to spend hours with, pretending he too was a spaceman in uncharted space.
And for AJ, a ragdoll cowboy in much the same fashion as the cowgirl. Instead of yodelling when you pulled his string though, he spoke different phrases. When Andy pulled it to get the attention of his youngest son, the cowboy cheerily claimed, “You’re my favourite deputy!”
Andy helped each of the kids write their names on the bottom of their new toys feet, something he said he had done when he was younger. When the special moment was over, you reached down to pick up one of the now forgotten original toys he’d given them from the box.
“I think Slinky Dog is injured who could’ve done this!”
And just like that, Jessie, Woody and Buzz were on the case. You and Andy took turns playing the rest of the characters, creating villains and other side characters to aid and impede the heroes as they went about their mission. Andy so easily got into character, it was almost second nature to him. You couldn’t even remember a time the five of you had sat and played like this before, the sound of laughter and tinny toy voice box phrases filled the air as you all ran around chasing each other.
Playtime that night went on way past bedtime, and ended with all five of you passed out on the couch.
“I’m not as young as I used to be.” Andy groaned, when the two of you woke up from your doze. You made a noise of agreement, playing like that had been so easy when you were as young as your kids were now, but decades later the muscles in your body ached slightly from the strain.
Gently, he picked up the boys and you grabbed your girl, carrying them up to the steps to their room.
While Andy tucked them in, you went back downstairs to collect the remaining toys the kids hadn’t fallen asleep with and leave them in the room for when they woke up. By the time you entered, the kids were dozing in their respective beds, blankets tucked up to their chins, Woody, Buzz and Jessie tucked safely in their new owners arms.
“Ready for bed, Evil Doctor Porkchop?” You joked as the two of you shut the bedroom door. Andy flushed, laughing awkwardly.
“It’s just a silly thing I made up as a kid.”
“I thought it was cute, I like when you play the villain.” You winked and he laughed, trying to stifle them so as not to wake the kids.
“You weren’t so bad yourself as the horse.”
“I was a horse kid I have lots of practice…”
Unbeknownst to either of you, as your voices drifted into the distance from the kids bedroom, the toys jumped to life.
“Yeehaw!” Jessie whisper yelled from the top bunk, managing for a brief moment to sneak out from under her kids arm to lean over and look at her friends. “Did you get a load of Andy?”
Woody gave her a pointed look from across the room from baby AJ’s crib, a look she could just barely see in the dim light of the nightlight. From the bottom bunk, Buzz’s whispered voice spoke; “It sure is nice to be back where we belong.”
None of the other toys could disagree. Bonnie was a nice little girl but she’d grown up too fast. Soon, they were once more sitting on the shelf collecting dust, craving playtime once more. None of them in a million years would have guessed they’d end up back in the Davis household.
Woody didn’t say anything from his spot but he had to agree. When it came to kids, none compared to the Davis kids. Andy had given him a new purpose in life, to watch this little guy grow and he couldn’t wait to do it by his old owners side. In the dim light, he gazed at the new scrawl on his foot poor little AJ was too young to actually write on his own but his dad had helped him; the cowboys fingers grazed over the words Andy Jr. on his foot. It felt like coming home.
Back in your room, you had already fallen back to sleep. Andy lay watching your breath come in and out in even huffs. Today had proven he’d picked the right person to be his life partner. In the future, he had a sneaking suspicion he was going to have to paint two roundup themed rooms and a Buzz Lightyear themed one. But for now, all he cared about was the fun they’d had as a family. This move really was going to be okay, he decided, pulling you close. For all of you.
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` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.
HEY HEY. This did originally come from a request, which I accidentally deleted ... Like an idiot. BUT HERE IT IS. Anyway, this is a different layout, only slightly. And I'm trying to find spaces to enjoy writing again as I've been burnt out for a while due to work. If there are any mistakes, tell me or simply turn a blind eye. 🖤
Lucien is a respectful man, and he almost (dramatically) passed out from stress when they said there was only one room available.
What made it worse? You were to sleep there for two nights, and it wasn't like you could find elsewhere to sleep, you were both in the middle of the cold and harsh winters of Skyrim.
If he weren't pale from the cold before, he definitely was after hearing about the ever so unfortunate circumstances.
But you were so ... Calm?
Any normal person would find comfort in that, but it actually scared Lucien even more.
Because ... Why are you so okay with it?! Can't you see the life altering situation at hand here?!
But as you took off to your room, he followed behind with his eyes tired and mind worrying for the next two nights ahead.
'I will sleep on the floor.' — you laughed at his words as you flopped onto the gigantic bed, fit for three people. He watched, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.
Lucien slowly sat on the end of the bed, clearly tired and cold, but alert from the feeling of sudden intrusion as you lay onto your side of the bed, "It's not that bad, Luci. We are friends, not strangers." You shrugged, unbothered. He was still slightly baffled by your lack of shock and issue with this, but you simply saw it as a difference in culture and upbringing. He grew up pampered with big beds to himself, and everything was handed on a silver platter at his beck and call. You doubted he'd ever slept beside anybody before, never mind a friend, and you knew he wasn't exactly experienced in the art of sex and romance.
The first night was ... Awkward.
— the first night.
After some time, he built a pillow wall between the two of you. Which, by the way, made you laugh. His dramatic actions caused only humour in you, so much that it warmed your cold body up from the long and harsh journey throughout the day. So instead of bringing him back down to Earth, you allowed him to fuss over nonsense for the pure entertainment value. You already knew that Lucien had a wicked dramatic streak, but the pillow incident really set it in stone.
— the second night.
The next hours to come consisted of laying in the dark with Lucien, eyes on the black ceiling with only little thought as you heard Lucien's breathing, which indicated he was still wide awake. "Can't sleep?" You asked after moments of silence, he moved his body, clearly uncomfortable. "No ... I am sorry if I have intruded." You giggled, then you heard him sigh softly. "It's not awkward, Lucien. You're making it awkward." He sighed once more before what sounded like was turning his body on the other side. "Very well. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Lucien."
The day went smoothly and Lucien's unneeded awkwardness has finally dissolved. By the second night, he was fine. Taking the pillow wall down, he lay in bed, shivering from the cold outside. "I told you not to wash in the lake." You grumbled, feeling the cold radiate from his skin under the sheets where you silently wished he had kept the pillows up. But instead you moved closer, taking his cold body beside yours with tangled limbs, your skin grew prickly with temperature shock as he froze, not from the cold, but from the sudden touch. "Breathe, Lucien. I'm trying to heat you up." He only nodded, reluctantly wrapping his arms around yours, his face pushed into your neck with deep breaths as you rubbed his back and entangled your limbs with his.
After sometime, his body calmed into a peaceful warmth between the two of you. His hands gently stroked the exposed skin of your back as yours played with the tangled golden hair atop his head, forehead touching with silent affection. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he doubted he would ever again; he questioned himself if you had ever felt like this before ... Somehow, the possibility caused a nasty feeling in his chest ... Was it jealousy?
All in all, it created a positive memory.
Lucien also realised that night that he may harbour some unknown feelings for you.
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See How it Shines
Andy Barber x Reader
Summary: Twenty years after they went their separate ways, Andy and Y/n meet again- and they still have regrets.
Warnings: Infidelity, angst.
Andy remembers the moment he realized he was in love with her; the city lights reflecting in her eyes, giving them the most otherworldly shine and the shadows that stray tendrils of hair had cast on her face while the fragrance of jasmine tickled his nose. He remembers the way his heart skipped when the thought finally showed itself, like an impromptu encore from your favorite band or biting into spring's first fruit. Though, it was hardly surprising; some part of him must have always known- he must have always felt it, it just took realizing. Andy remembers feeling traces of her warmth permeating his shirt when she settled beside him, and he remembers exactly what it felt like to drape an arm around her shoulders- like he was holding the world in his embrace.
He remembers being so nervous to tell her that his heart felt like it was in his stomach; what if it was too soon and she didn't say it back? What if she simply didn't feel the same?
They'd only known each other for a couple weeks by then, a sure-fire way to scare her off would have been saying something of that gravity and he was suddenly so scared of losing her. So instead, those three little, weighty words became the world's best kept secret for two months. Two whole months, until they returned to that hilltop thirty minutes clear of the city, a place that had unofficially become 'theirs' in their brief time together.
"I love you."
"What?" A gentle breeze whips her hair as turns to face him. There's a moment of horror that runs through him when he notes the shock on her face- has he read the signals wrong? Is it still too soon? "What'd you just say?" She rasps jaw hanging slack and eyes wide; he can see that all, even in the dimness.
"I said…." Andy hesitates, realizing that it'll be his only moment to let fear win and retract his words. But he also realizes that he doesn't want to; he wants to love her. Or maybe there's no choice to it, maybe he's just meant to. Andy doesn't believe in fate but he does know that from the minute they'd met, he'd felt like everything in his life made a bit more sense. He made a bit more sense. "I said that I love you."
Again, Y/n stalls, but this time, she breaks into a breathy smile that makes his chest feel all warm. "I love you too," she breathes.
After a beat, he emits a relieved chuckle, "That's awesome." Its hardly the right word, but coming up with anything more in the moment seems impossible; there can't possibly be any one word that describe his euphoria in the moment. The overwhelming joy that comes with knowing that he's standing there with someone he loves, and knowing that she loves him back.
She knows his worst secret- which he shared far too soon- and she still loves him. He thinks he'll cherish that moment forever.
And now that moment- twenty years later- hurts to think about.
But he doesn't really beat himself up over it anymore; there are more recent mistakes that do the job perfectly fine now. Parenting mistakes, marriage mistakes. Though, that never stops him from thinking what if;
What if he hadn't hurt Y/n? What if he'd married her instead?
It's usually around that time that Andy firmly reminds himself of two very important things; despite the events of their last year together, he did, and still does have love for Laurie- she gave him their son and they had a great life together; and that nothing good comes from dwelling on the past.
That is, until he's looking the past right in her face. Suddenly, he's standing in the middle of the little apartment they shared near campus and her face is blotchy and tear-stained. He feels the same humiliation that he had back then and Andy swears he can hear the betrayal in her voice when she asks;
"How could you?"
Trapped in the memory, Andy doesn't manage anything until Y/n breaks the silence by daring to softly call out to him. "Andy?"
Stuttering, he attempts to shake off the thought, "Y/n," he breathes, "Hey."
Her shock softens to a pretty smile, "Hi. Oh my god." She steps closer and he isn't sure who leans out for the hug first, but he is certain that Y/n is the first to pull away and put an end to their awkwardly stiff embrace.
Hugging her never used to feel like that. Y/n's arms were always the place where Andy found the most comfort. A harbor in the storm, a safe place to land. And she was used to be so much more comfortable in his; no invisible walls, no reluctance to lean in. No space between their chests.
Then again, that was all twenty years ago, before he'd gotten someone else pregnant a couple weeks shy of their second anniversary.
"I can't believe it's really you."
He matches her faint grin, "Neither can I- believe it's you, I mean. God," he huffs, rubbing the back of his neck wearily, "It's been too long."
Y/n's expression falters and she shrugs, "I guess, yeah." He doesn't miss the way she swallows thickly and it's enough for him to realize that all isn't as well as he'd first thought- not that he can blame her. He's still the guy that broke her heart and she's still the woman he brought to tears with his stupidity.
"Um…." She shakes her head when a brief period of awkward silence stretches on, "How….how have you been? I read about your….." Y/n trails off again and he gets the sense that she doesn't really want to finish the sentence; if talking to people when his son was accused of murder was strange, talking to them after he died was even worse. There's always the most palpable pity in their eyes that makes Andy feel uncomfortably vulnerable. "I'm sorry," waving her hand dismissively, Y/n frowns a little, "I shouldn't have-"
"No, it's alright," Andy promises, "I'm used to it."
"Not the kind of thing anyone should have to get used to," Y/n empathizes, "I meant to call," she offers, "But….."
"I know you must be busy," he shifts the strap of his leather laptop bag higher up on his shoulder and she does the same with her handbag.
"It's not that," Y/n licks her lips, "I just….. didn't know what to say," she ducks her head and chuckles dryly, "It's been so long, felt like I didn't know you anymore."
"Feels like I don't even know you," her voice breaks and red rimmed eyes are brimmed with tears.
Wincing at the memory, Andy nods. "Right," he clears his throat and as they settle into another bout of silence, he finds himself appraising her appreciatively. Somehow, she looks completely different and exactly the same- the maturity of a woman who’s lived an impressive life and the same sparkle in her eyes as the young woman that an idiotic college kid fell crazy in love with. "You look….really good," he blurts out, immediately regretting, "I mean like…..life's been good to you."
Really good. But he's already said too much.
Y/n laughs at his comment, "Not that good. I'm actually here," she gestures to their surroundings, the bustling law firm in Boston, "To finalize my divorce."
Well now he really regrets his words. "Oh shit," he scrubs his hand over his mouth, "I'm sorry- I didn't know……" He scoffs, searching for the right words; what did people tell him after his divorce?
No one talked to him after his divorce.
"It's alright," Y/n waves him off, "Good riddance, right?" She laughs, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes and seconds later her face falls, just like it did when he'd told her what he'd done all those years ago, "He was…. cheating."
"Oh…..
"Yeah…."
"Look, maybe I should-"
"I don't think I ever-"
In unison, they apologize for interrupting each other, and insistence on both ends, Y/n convinces Andy to finish his first. “I was just saying,” nervously, he scrubs his short nails through his scruff, “I don’t think I ever apologized for…..” Andy can’t seem to bring himself to say the words ‘cheating on you’, so he doesn’t, “What happened with Laurie,” he swallows thickly, “I never meant to….”
“Sleep with her or get her pregnant?” She finishes hastily, but there isn’t as much venom in her voice as there was when he’d first told her.
“I was gonna say hurt you,” Andy corrects sheepishly, “I know its not an excuse but I was a dumb kid who didn’t realize what he had.”
Y/n's features soften and she sighs, “We were both dumb kids,” she flashes him a glimmer of a smile, “Maybe we just weren’t meant to be.”
Disquieted by the thought, Andy nods stiffly. For so long he’s thought of her as the one who’d gotten away, the one who he’d still be with if he could do it all over again. “Right,” he rasps, “Right. Uh-”
“Look, um, I should get going. It’s late and I don’t wanna keep you….” Her words petter off. Reluctantly, Andy hums in agreement. Though, after that, neither of them make a move to leave, at least, not for another thirty seconds. Standing in the midst of the ground floor of the bustling firm, he holds her gaze and he thinks he sees a melancholic combination that he often finds reflected in the mirror.
Pain, sadness, regret.
“Well um…” Y/n’s tongue darts out to moisten her lips and Andy’s stare flickers to them for a second. He remembers kissing her like it was yesterday; her lips were always soft and her pink-tinted lip balm always reminded him of spring. “I’m gonna….” She gestures weakly to the door.
“Right, yeah,” he drags his lower lips through his teeth, “Maybe I’ll see you around.” At that, Y/n smiles a little again and nods before stepping forward.
She’s just passing him when he catches a whiff of her perfume, no longer sweet jasmine that had lingered on his coat long after he'd vacated their apartment but now roses mixed with something woody.
Then it hits him; it'll probably be the last time they'll be that close to each other. What are the odds that he'll see her again?
Is he really gonna let them part ways without saying everything that he’s been longing to? For a second time, no less.
"I still think about that night," he begins suddenly, and they're still standing shoulder to shoulder when she turns to look at him quizzically, "That night….at our spot," Andy pauses, and when Y/n doesn't respond he continues, "I think about how sure I was that it was gonna be you for the rest of my life," he breaks their matched gaze to hide the shame in his glacial pools. He really had thought that, in his mind, there was an entire future all mapped out and sprawled before him. Finish law school, marry Y/n, work his way up the rungs in the DA's office, move to suburbs and start a family. For a damn long time, Andy had convinced himself that most of it was better than none, but as he stands with her there, he realizes that there's a lot he'd do to have the one thing-person- that was missing.
He has a lot of love for Laurie; she gave him their son and they built a home together, but there's still a flame in his heart that burns in Y/n's name.
"And I think about how I regret not trying to fix things with you….all the damn time," he finishes after a beat, holding his breath for her response- or the moment Y/n huffs and walks off.
When Andy looks back at Y/n, her eyes brimmed with tears and just for a millisecond, they're right in that moment again; emotions running on high, shame taunt in his chest and tears raining down on her face. "For months I hoped you'd come back," she swallows harshly, "I stopped caring about how stupid it was to take you back- I just knew that I would if you asked. But you never did," her words are punctuated by a quiet sniffle, "Then I heard that you'd married her."
"It was the right thing to do," he quips, off-the-cuff, only to add; "Or at least, it felt like it was back then…..it was supposed to be. And I didn't think you wanted me back," he shrugs halfheartedly.
She blinks quickly, probably to remedy the tears gathered in her eyes. "I shouldn't," the words are just an octave above a whisper, but Andy doesn't miss them. "I shouldn't think about you as much as I do," her eyes momentarily pans down to their feets, open toed heels now pointed towards brown, leather shoes, "I shouldn't…."
"But I do," Andy slips his fingers under her chin, tipping her face upwards a little. There's an urgency in his eyes when they meet hers again and he hopes that they elucidate his eagerness when he asks, "Would you get a drink with me sometime?"
"Maybe we should get coffee sometime," Andy suggests nervously, feet shuffling on the worn asphalt outside the campus library, hands buried deep in the pockets of a coat that he doesn't realize is soon going to smell like the perfume that caught his attention in the first place.
Y/n knits her brows and Andy finally moves his hands away from her face and she cocks a half smile, "What about now?"
Y/n huffs a chuckle, a sound that makes his heart race and warmth rushes to her cheeks. She carves out another moment to weigh his offer while adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "What about now?" She tilts her head slightly to the side and her eyes are slightly squinted, though Andy isn't sure if its because of the overhead, afternoon sun or because she's challenging him- daring to see if he really wants to go out with someone he's known for all of two hours.
"Now?" Andy perks up.
He beams excitedly, "Now?"
Y/n licks her lips, "Yeah," she smiles softly, "Why not? Could be nice to….catch up, right?"
"Uh huh," Y/n breathes, "Why not?"
Sucking in a breath, Andy has a hard time fighting the excited grin that threatens to split his cheeks, "Couldn't think of a reason if I tried," he offers and she laughs softly, the way she always used to at his awful jokes. He'd never been funny- Andy had never been a lot of things, but Y/n always saw the best in him.
And he'd shown her his worst.
But he won't again; he's hardly going to allow himself to get carried away and think that a couple drinks will change everything, but it's a start and that's better than pining.
"Alright, let's do it," he squares his shoulders and despite the shine in her eyes making butterflies flutter in his stomach, he finds the confidence to offer his arm.
"Good." When she links her elbow with his, Andy sucks in a breath, hoping Y/n doesn't feel the nerves radiating off him.
Taking a chance, while still maintaining some distance between them, he lays his hand in the small of her as they turn to head out of the building together, and surprisingly Y/n doesn't stiffen at the contact that time. "Great," she briefly glances up at him, allowing Andy to revel in that shine again- the one that dances in her eyes when she's in a good mood. The one he's been yearning to see.
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Traveler's little helper -Extra-: Aether x Fem!Reader [Divine prospect in love]
[ Teyvat , Mondstadt ]
[Archon Quest Chapter III: Act III - Dreams, Emptiness, Deception.]
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-“Ahem, my friend here has some doubts regarding his future. Can we get a fortune reading for him?” said Nahida while borrowing Katheryne’s body. The little girl hummed.
-“ Of course, of course. In that case...” her cats meowed, they didn’t seem to like your group. “Oho, it would seem that Harut and Marut are quite wary of you. Perhaps at some time in the past, you have somehow offended the gods?”
- “Only mocking the God of Anemo, questioning the Lord of Geo's financial savviness, and brawling with the God of Electro... Do those count?” Paimon replied, you looked at Nahida to see her reaction for what your little friend said. But the Dendro Archon’s expression didn’t changed after hearing this, she probably already knew about it. The little girl looked confused at Paimon, but before she could ask anything, Nahida spoke.
-“ Oh, nothing. Aether, go on, pick an aspect for her to divine.”
-“Hm… then divine my prospects in love.” You didn’t expect Aether to ask for that, but you’re very curious what Nabiya will say.
-“ Love prospects? No problem at all.” The girl concentrated and after a moment said “Hummm... The gods have spoken. The truth shall be revealed. One who is fated to cross your path will appear on…on..oh they already appeared in your life, but it seems they are oblivious to your feelings…And not only that but there…there are so… so many other people fighting for their heart?! How could that be…and this person is-”
-“Alright, that’s enough for me to know.” Aether interrupted before the little girl could say who that special someone is.
-“Eh? But… I’m curious now! Who are they?” You asked but Aether just ignored you.
-“How about her divine prospect in love?” Aether pointed at you with his thumb. Now he is curious what Nabiya will say about you.
-“Is it really okay?” you asked and Nahida smiled to you.
-“We still have time, so hearing one more won’t be a problem”.
Nabiya concentrated again and then
-“One who is fated to cross your path will appear on... on... Huh!? So... so many people will fall for you!? How could that be...” she looked at her cats “Harut, Marut, did you two spoil my divinations? I've never read a fortunes so absurd.” The cats looked confused at their owner, meowing at her.
-“ Uhh, actually, Paimon thinks this is probably the most accurate fortune-tellings you've ever done...” You looked at Paimon confused.
-“I don’t think so? Many people falling for me? That’s impossible!” you said while scratching your head. Paimon only shook her head with ‘are you serious’ look, Aether is not even surprised anymore at your reaction. But this is not bad, for him it means he still have some chances to win your heart. But he wonder how should he approach you with his feelings. At this moment he’s sure that even if he said ‘I love you’ you’ll still think that he means it as platonic. Aether sighed. “This is no time to think about it.” He thought.
…
When evening approached, you two decided to call it a day and rest in the inn. You two already shared beds before, and because lately you spent too much mora, you decided to take room with only one bed.
You couldn't help but think who is that special person for Aether, turning towards him you asked.
-“Are you sleeping?” Aether opened his lovely, golden eyes and looked at you.
-“Can’t fall asleep?”
-“Yeah…I been wondering…who is that special someone?” he didn’t say anything. After a while he sighed.
-“ Wasn't her divination wrong? I don't have anyone special like that.” He lied. This was good opportunity to just say ‘you’ but he knows that you will laugh and say something like ‘be serious!”. He closed eyes, hoping that you will let go of this subject and just go to sleep.
The room was quiet, all he could hear was the soft snoring of Paimon, who was lying between you two.
-“Is it Ayaka?” you broke the silence.
-“No.”
-“Hm…Amber?”
-“No.”
-“Oh! Keqing?”
-“No.”
-“Then…Ningguang?”
-“No, can we go to sleep?” there was another silence, he opened his one eye. You were pouting. ‘Cute’ Aether smiled.
-“Don’t tell me…is it a bo-“
-“No! Goodnight.” He turned his back to you. You hugged Paimon and said ‘goodnight’ as well. You were feeling a bit sad that Aether didn’t wanted to tell you something like this. There are many things you don’t know about him, things that he doesn't tell you, things that even this ‘connection’ doesn't let you know about. You fell asleep with the thought… “Is Aether still not trusting me?”.
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Sorry for any mistakes, it's already late but wanted to post it before going to sleep... (。-ω-)zzz
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The Deployment Diaries Part 11 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: You pick Bradley up at the end of his deployment, dreading hearing what he has to say to you.
Warnings: Swearing, angst
Length: 3000 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!
Bradley had been awake and out on the observation deck for hours. His bunk was spotless, he was packed, and he couldn't wait to get you in his arms. He was in an earlier deboarding group than Nat was, but she had told him not to wait for her. She would text him later to check in with you both after he got you back home.
He watched as the California coastline came into view, the morning sunshine warming his face. He was exhausted and he'd barely been able to eat for the past few days. But if he could just get to shore and see you, make sure you were really okay, then he'd feel golden.
It took forever for them to dock and call his group for deboarding. Bradley was about to start throwing elbows at everyone who was moving so slowly. "Come on," he was muttering as he got his phone out and dialed your number. He was searching for you in the crowd, but there were so many people here.
You answered your phone, and there was a pause. "Bradley?" you asked softly.
His heart was aching for you. "Baby Girl, where are you?"
Another short pause. "I'm down to your right. At the back of the crowd."
"What are you wearing?"
"Your UVA shirt and jeans," you said, and Bradley heard your voice crack. God, he needed you in his arms so badly.
"I'll find you," he promised before ending the call. But when he finally spotted you in his oversized shirt, you didn't run for him. You stood still, looking at him and crying. Bradley was once again filled with so much anger, he wanted to find Josh and ruin him.
"Oh, Sweetheart," he muttered, shoving his way through the crowd.
You were wiping your tears away when he approached you, but when he dropped his bag to the dock and opened his arms, your hands fell to your sides and you paused before eventually shuffling forward.
"Bradley," you whispered as your cheek came to rest against his khaki covered chest.
Hearing your voice in person gave him almost tangible relief even though you were sobbing against him. And when he closed his arms around you, he felt better than he had in weeks.
"I missed you," he whispered into your hair. You shook your head against him, but you wrapped your arms gently around his waist. He breathed in your scent and closed his eyes. "Ready to go home?" he asked. He was dying to get there.
You nodded and started walking toward the car. You let Bradley take your hand in his, and it was cold and clammy despite the early June heat. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"
You just nodded and asked, "Can we wait until we get back to the house to talk?"
"Okay," he agreed, and you led him to where you had parked the Bronco. He tossed his bag in the back while you headed around to the passenger door and let yourself in. But he usually did that for you, so he followed you around and grabbed the seatbelt from your hands. "That's my job," he told you softly, but you would barely meet his eyes.
He couldn't understand why you weren't happier to see him. He was home. He was going to help you talk through the Josh situation until you felt better. He knew you'd had the worst week imaginable, but you'd work through everything. Together. Right?
Fuck. Now you were crying again. He needed to get you home. "Keys?" he asked, and he kissed your cheek gently as you dug in your pocket and removed his keyring.
"Let's get to the house," he said, and he climbed in the driver's seat. He drove the short distance in silence, trying to figure out exactly how he could put your mind at ease. He thought perhaps you should report Josh at work, but that was up to you, since he didn't touch you at work, as far as Bradley knew. He wanted to hear everything that happened, help you get through it. Your silence was a little alarming though. Maybe he should have waited for Nat. Maybe Bradley should have done something differently just now? He wasn't even really sure what you needed unless you told him.
You were still wiping your eyes as he parked in the driveway. He opened your door and led you up to the porch. Once he unlocked the door, Tramp came running and barking right at him.
"Hey, buddy," Bradley said, scooping the pup up into his arms. "I missed you, too." Tramp licked his entire face, but Bradley was focused on you as you went to sit on the couch. He was dying to kiss you, but it didn't seem like that was okay to do yet.
So he walked over and knelt on the floor in front of you with Tramp in his arms. "Do you want to talk about things now? Or, if there's something else I can do to help, you need to let me know, Y/N."
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You could barely make yourself talk. It was too hard. You loved him too much, but you didn't know how to tell him what you were feeling.
He was being so patient with you. He wasn't even yelling yet. He wasn't asking you to leave yet. He must have been able to tell how much this pained you, because he was acting like he was happy to see you, and trying to make you feel better. But even though he'd had the opportunity, he still hadn't said he loved you. Your head was spinning.
Bradley was perfect. You couldn't lose him. Not over something so stupid. You needed him to understand that Josh meant nothing to you and that he could trust you.
"I feel so sick," you managed to say. "I've been crying so much, I'm starting to get a migraine. And I'm exhausted."
Bradley ran his hand along your cheek, and you whimpered at his touch, craving more of it. "Just lay down right here until it passes," he told you. "Try to take a nap, okay? I'll get you some Tylenol and a blanket."
So you took the pain killers, wrapped yourself in the soft blanket he brought you, and you fell sound asleep on the couch.
You woke to the soft sounds of Bradley talking on the phone somewhere in the house, and Tramp chewing on a squeaky toy. Your head had stopped throbbing and your mouth no longer tasted like cotton. You stood and stretched, and you saw that Bradley had refilled your water glass and left you a small plate of crackers on the coffee table.
He was always so considerate. You were practically on the verge of tears again, but you forced them down when you heard Bradley walk into the room. He was wearing a black undershirt with his gray sweatpants, and you simultaneously wanted to kiss him and vanish into thin air.
"You're up," he said. "Do you want some tea? To drink while we talk? I really want to talk." You just nodded and watched him walk into the kitchen and fix two mugs of tea. He was the perfect man. He was perfect, and you were about to lose him forever.
When he carried both mugs to the couch, you checked your phone for the time. You had slept for almost three hours.
"So, why don't you tell me what's on your mind," he said softly, and both of you sat down with a few feet of space between you.
You took a deep breath. "I'm sure you already know that Jake and Bob brought me back here and stayed over on Tuesday night," you managed. When you turned toward Bradley, he was nodding. "Bradley, I don't know how it happened. I'm so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I only ever wanted you."
Bradley rubbed circles into your back as you took deep breaths. His hand on your body felt so right. But you had to keep going.
"I talked to Bickel. Told him Josh makes me uncomfortable. He promised to remove him from his work assignment by Monday, no questions asked."
"That's great. Your boss trusts you," Bradley interjected before letting you continue.
You stared at the steam rising from the mugs. "Yeah... I just, I need you to know I didn't do it on purpose. I'm not interested in Josh, and I never wanted to hurt you."
"Didn't do what on purpose?" he asked softly, and you turned to look at him. He looked a little concerned and confused, but you supposed he was going to make you say it to his face.
"Lead him on," you whispered. "I just thought he was cool, and he was so easy to work with, for the most part. I was getting so much coding done in the evenings with his help. And there were times I felt a little wary, but then I thought it was okay when he told me he was married. Married guys don't do that to their wives. Oh, I'm so fucking stupid," you sobbed and shook your head. "Of course they do! But I just wanted to make a new friend, and we had a lot in common. But I should have known by the way he looked at me sometimes, and you and Jake tried to tell me to be on my toes." Your voice was barely working as you sobbed.
"Sweetheart, you were on your toes. This was his doing, not yours. You told me you didn't want him to kiss you. You told me you don't want him. I believe you."
You sniffed and wiped your tears. "I know you would never even think about having a conversation about us seeing other people when you're not home, Bradley. I know you're not even flirting with anyone on the carriers. But he told me I was leading him on the whole time," you insisted. Tramp abandoned his toy to come sit by your feet.
"Yeah, well, he sounds like a fucking asshole."
"Didn't you hear me? I was leading him on, Bradley. For weeks, apparently! How can you possibly trust me now?" you asked, practically choking on the words as tears slid down your cheeks.
Bradley scooted closer to you. "You really believe that? Do you think you were leading him on? Or that's just what he said, because he doesn't want to be blamed for what he did? Doesn't want his wife to know he kissed you? Whether or not he thought you were leading him on, that doesn't give him the right to touch you."
You started crying harder, because you'd been going in circles for days, trying to remember everything you'd ever said to Josh, trying to make sense of it. But you didn't fucking care about Josh! You only cared about what Bradley thought.
You took one more deep breath and looked Bradley square in the eye. You needed to get to the point of the matter. "If you don't think you can trust me now, just tell me. And I can sleep in the extra bedroom tonight if you want."
Bradley looked at you like you had two heads. "Why the fuck would I want you to sleep in there? Or anywhere else?"
The tears started flowing rapidly again as you nodded at him. "I understand. I packed some of my stuff just in case. I'll go get it and leave."
You stood and contemplated whether or not you needed to stop in the bathroom to be sick first, but there was nothing left in your stomach. So you went right into the bedroom to get your bags from next to the nightstand, swiping at your tears along the way. You were going to have to call Cam for a ride and a place to stay.
"Y/N. I am so confused right now," Bradley said from the doorway. His voice sounded panicked. "Let's just sit on the bed and, and figure this out? Please?" he pleaded.
"You don't want me to go?" you asked, turning to look at him where he stood just inside the bedroom. His brows were furrowed and he was eyeing your bags nervously.
"Go where? Why would I want you to go anywhere? Or sleep in the other room?"
"You want me to stay here?" you asked softly, afraid that if you were too loud you'd be shocked back into a different reality, one where he was screaming at you.
"You live here. With me. And Tramp." His voice was laced with confusion. He studied your face for a moment while you chewed on your lip. Then his confusion melted away into a look of dawning clarity. "Oh, Baby Girl, no. No, no... You think I'm mad at you?"
You nodded. "You should be. How can you still want me here?"
Bradley ran his beautiful hands frantically through his hair making it stand on end. "That's why you can barely look at me and don't seem to want to kiss me or touch me? That's what's holding you back? You're afraid I don't want you now?" he asked, his tone disbelieving as he shook his head.
You just nodded more, but he closed the distance between you in three long strides and cupped your face in both of his hands. "I'm going to want you forever, Baby Girl."
You sucked in a deep breath. "Bradley," you whispered.
"Please let me kiss you. I've been dying to for eight weeks."
As soon as you dipped your head in the slightest nod, his lips were on yours kissing you so softly. He took your breath away, and suddenly everything felt okay again. You wound your arms around his neck, and he pulled you tight against him. He released your lips, but held you in place, his forehead pressed to yours.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. If I didn't make it clear to you as soon as I saw you on the dock today that I love you and trust you and want to be with you, then that is my fault. Not yours. I'm not mad at you. And I don't care that he touched you and kissed you. I mean, I do care that someone did that to you without permission, but Sweetheart, he could have done worse, and I'd still want you with me for a million years. I just didn't know what you wanted from me."
You just sniffed and tried to nod, but he was already cupping your cheeks again and kissing your lips, a little harder this time. "I love you," he promised between kisses. "I love you so much." He scooped you up into his arms, one arm around your back and the other under your knees, and buried his face in your neck.
He seemed okay with you touching him, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed. "I love you too, Bradley."
"That's better," he muttered against your neck. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and peppered your face with kisses before leaning back against the pillows and hugging you against his body. You buried your face in his neck and breathed him in for a long time while he rubbed your back.
Bradley's chorus of "I love you. I'm always going to love you," had the tension easing out of your body and your mind finally became more peaceful.
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Bradley held you for a long time. Somehow he had fucked up. Wasn't it always clear how he felt about you? Wasn't it obvious that he was still in love with you? That was not going to change. Even if you stopped loving him.
He never wanted to come home to this scenario again. You honestly thought he wouldn't want you now? That you'd broken his trust that badly? God, you must have been beating yourself up inside for days.
It didn't matter if you'd been friendly with the guy, that didn't give him the right to fucking touch you. He couldn't believe that asshole had you blaming yourself. This was some typical fuckboy shit. He could tell you weren't lying to him. You were a fucking mess. If he ever saw this guy, it would take an army to keep Bradley from pounding him into the ground.
When you shifted a bit and looked up at him, there was a small smile touching your lips, and your eyes looked less troubled. He stroked your hair with his fingers before finding your necklace chain at the back of your neck and looping it around his thumb. You hadn't taken it off. Bradley was selfish when it came to you. And he really needed to do a better job of showing you that if he was going to get his mom's ring for you.
"Listen closely, Y/N. I am yours," he promised you while his fingers gently tangled in your hair. "This house is ours, and Tramp is ours. Everything here is either yours or ours. But you are mine. And I take excellent care of what is mine. I am going to do my best to always protect you, even though I know you can protect yourself. You understand? You are mine, and I am so selfish when it comes to you. I'm not going to take kindly to someone who tries to put their hands on you or manipulate you. I will not allow that."
Your eyes went wide and you scooted up to kiss his lips. And then he said, "You're mine, Baby Girl, and I love you."
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AHHHH!!!!!!!! Is Roo on the right track now? Read part 12
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