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greenelight · 9 days

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˗ˏˋ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ· ﹙ someday i'll fly away. ﹚ ﹕ bridgerton verse.

after the death of mason's parents in a terrible carriage collision while attending church service , it led his uncle trenton hale to becomes the new duke of kingsbury & take the young boy under his wing. thankfully , trenton was already very fond of his young nephew & saw to it that he had the finest education & exposure to the arts , as his family saw no value on it & wouldn't allow him to play anything on the piano besides church hymns. he became an accomplished pianist & often played for their guests whenever they had balls or parties , a talent that never failed to make mason gleeful. mason delighted in music but the theatre was his one , true love , & nothing gave him more joy than to attend the opera with his uncle or the ballet & allow himself a moment of peace to enjoy the performances coming to life before him. mason expressed his wish to one day join the stage like many of the other performers he sees , but unfortunately his uncle would have to gently tell him that his dream will never come to fruition , as he will have to take on the title of duke once he has passed on. mason accepts his fate , but still dreams of the stage & thinks of ways he can somehow find himself under that spotlight , if only for a moment.

as he grew older , mason had the opportunity to visit many places when his uncle had business to attend to elsewhere , allowing him an opportunity to experience plays & the theatre in all sorts of different countries. his & his uncle's love of the theatre eventually led to them opening their own theatre in the town of kingsbury , known to all as the greene opera house , where wonderful shows & performances are held all year round.

as mason reached his later 20s , his uncle fell ill & soon died during the winter of 1813. with mason now meant to carry own the title of duke of kingsbury , he knew he had to keep the family name going & that meant he had to take on a wife. there was just one problem ﹕ he had no interest in a wife. in fact , he had no interest in women at all.

he would first focus on getting himself settled into his new responsibilities as the new duke , all while still visiting & attending to the opera house shows , which he could not stay away from. soon he would open his business up to artists like henry granville , where many could conduct their live drawing sessions in private & he would sometimes allow people to hold their meetings concerning women's rights or other important matters , though that is done more secretly without anyone else knowing.

in addition to having some of the best artists under his wing , such as siena rosso , mason also had some of the best attendees who frequented his opera house. despite many believing he should sell the building , he can't find it in his heart to , as it meant to much to him & his uncle. whenever he has a chance , mason enjoys walking across the stage after everyone has gone & taking in the atmosphere for as long as he desires , imagining a life where maybe he'd be the one on that stage receiving applause & adoration from hundreds of patrons. perhaps one day , it could happen , even if only in his dreams.

˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹕ version a of this verse.

mason is the new duke of kingsbury & still freshly appointed in his role. he's adjusting to the society of london & doing his best to keep up appearances at balls & parties. in between his responsibilities , he continues to enjoy the arts at his leisure , while also becoming well acquainted with henry granville's circle & making many friends at the royal academy of art.

˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤᶤ· ﹕ version b of this verse.

it is 1815 & mason has finally been convinced that he needs to take on a bride. he has no interest in women , but knows society would look down on him if he were to attempt to be with a man , therefore his choice is clear. during his search , he finds the social season to be the biggest & most frightening feat he's even endured , unsure if he'll be able to make it out alive with so many frantic mama's & their daughters desperate for the title of the duchess of kingsbury.

#˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤᶤ· ﹙ headcanon ﹚ ﹕ the show must go on.#˗ˏˋ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ· ﹙ act xvi ﹚ ﹕ someday i'll fly away.#personals do not reblog //#hERE IT IS FINALLY #now we can all party ehehehehehee #also there might be historical inaccuracies but its rp idgaf gnfkdgndf

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screamingay · 4 months

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just remembered that the moulin rouge musical had such an obsession with making the story more hashtag feminist they tried to replace christian's misogyny/slutshaming with... suicidal intent?? he might as well have started singing meant to be yours from heathers the way he was swinging that gun around in his black leather trenchcoat. all because they didn't want him saying "i've paid my whore" when he's convinced she was only pretending to love him. and it's like yeah that's a pretty shitty thing to say but idk how threatening to blow his brains out is much better???

#i did lose quite a bit of respect for the show when satine started singing firework by katy perry instead of someday i'll fly away #but i was truly losing my mind during this number lmao #i still enjoyed the ending scene of the musical i like how it tied the main themes of the story together and broke the fourth wall a bit #what a strange adaptation tho overall

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mysteryshoptls · 2 months

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SSR Epel Felmier - Club Wear Voice Lines

When Summoned: If ya think you can stop my shot, then try stoppin' it!

Summon Line: Once we're out on the field, seniority don't mean a thing! I'm gonna fight for a starting spot on the team!

Groooovy!!: Haah, haah... Don't care how hard it gets, I ain't ever givin' up. We'll definitely win!

Home: Better not underestimate me.

Home Idle 1: Back when I first joined the club, no one took me seriously, but ever since I blocked a shot with my face during one of our matches, I think everyone sees me in a different light.

Home Idle 2: I think I'll make some Harveston honeyed apples for our next match. That'll definitely be tastier than lemons!

Home Idle 3: Even after a rough day of practicin', all us first years hafta put away all the equipment... Maaan, I wish I wasn't a freshman.

Home Idle - Login: I used to always hope to play Magical Shift someday, ya know. It's just so awesome to be able to clench victory together alongside the team!

Home Idle - Groovy: I want to practice shooting the disc, but it's such a pain having to go grab it after each throw... Oh man, if only there was someone who could lend me a hand～

Home Tap 1: Leona-san's advice is always so spot on! Just wish he'd show up to practice more to see how I'm working on everything.

Home Tap 2: Ruggie-san's passes usually come out of nowhere, which keeps us on our toes. I've run into the disc a buncha times during practice 'cause of that.

Home Tap 3: I always wear goggles when flying to keep the wind and dust clouds outta my eyes. Just wearin' it gets me pumped up. I look so cool with these on!

Home Tap 4: Back home, I'd help pick the apples by flyin' up on a broom. Maybe all that weaving through the tree branches is comin' in handy for Magical Shift.

Home Tap 5: Eh? I have a sunburn!? Oh no, and Vil-san was telling me I need to be careful while practicing outdoors...!

Home Tap - Groovy: I gotta learn to stay calm even if I get hit with the worst foul during a game. Can you smack talk me a little so I can practice?

Duo: [EPEL]: I got a plan in mind, Ruggie-san! [RUGGIE]: Countin' on ya, Epel-kun!

Requested by @amourteddyst.

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #ruggie bucchi #twst epel #twst ruggie #twst translation #twst club wear #mention: leona #mention: ruggie #mention: vil

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sporadicthingcollection · 8 months

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Smash or Pass: Part 2/4 (LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: It's the last stop before the Grand Line and you slink away for a quiet evening. The universe, however, decides to clown on you. Sequel to Kiss, Marry, Kill. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Warnings: Violence, description of injuries. Word Count: ~3.7k.

A/N: Someday I'll figure out the best way to make a tag list on here (if anyone has any experience with that hmu). Hope you enjoy this one~

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PART 2: In which you lend a helping hand, provide clown care, and tell a joke.

Swords clash. Punches fly. Bodies go flying. The band launches into a rousing up number. You admire their dedication until a chair flies past your head. You should get out of here.

You get to the door, but you stop. Where’s Buggy? He was just right there, but there is now occupied by a man with a big hat and a bear club.

More importantly, why do you care? Well, you know why you care. You just went over this. It’s because you’ve got a stupid little crush. You shouldn’t care but you’re so liquored up that you do. This was probably his plan all along—

A guy comes at you with a sword. You duck beneath him, punch him in the dick, and throw him out the door and into the street. No cheap shots in a bar fight.

And then you see it: a candy cane-striped patch deep in the throng. You skirt the edge of the brawl to get closer to it.

For a drunk guy with no hands, Buggy’s doing pretty well. Kicking, headbutting, body part separating. Cheap shots galore. You suppose it helps that he’s not fighting to win, but to get the hell out of here.

He’s almost at the edge when a mountain of a man hooks him around the neck with a wire of some kind. You expect him to separate his head, but his eyes go wide and he thrashes to no success, scrabbling at the wire.

Oh, that’s bad. Real bad. What do you do? C’mon, girl, think! There’s gotta be a way for you to lend a helping—

Hands! There they are! Smacking into everyone and everything as he tries to recall them. You grab one and then the other. You look around to return them but now there’s a whole scuffle between you and him. Three very large men all whaling on each other. There’s no way you’re getting through that.

“Hey!” you shout. He can’t hear you over the din. “Buggy!”

Still nothing. The pirate pulls tighter. He gasps and struggles.

Somewhere in your brain, you know this is the perfect moment to make a break for it. He’s occupied, won’t see you leave, and can’t follow you back to the ship.

But you can’t leave a man to die just to save your own skin. Especially when the brawl started because he was trying to defend you. C’mon, think of something!

…Oh. Duh.

You take a deep breath. You hold his hands over your head. "Hey, big nose!"

Buggy's head whips towards you as his eyes fly open, burning with white hot rage. It vanishes as he sees your trophies, replaced with awe.

It's a nice look on him.

One hand zips out of your grasp to jab his assailant in the eyes. The other grabs you by the collar.

You shriek as your feet leave the ground, lifting you up and over several dozen brawling sailors. It sets you down gently behind the bar, safe from the throng.

You’ve never flown before. You’re not a fan. But you are grateful, even if he did put you down so far from the exit. “Thanks,” you croak.

The hand shoots you a finger gun. You can practically hear the click of his tongue as the thumb flexes. How’d he hear you over the chaos?

Right next to your ear, a low voice says, “Don’t mention it.”

You scream and throw your elbow back, colliding with something hard. The low voice grunts as you jump away, and you turn to see Buggy clutching his nose.

You grimace. You know how pointy your elbows are. “That’s your own fault, sneaking up on a girl in the middle of a fight.”

He gives you an incredulous glare. “That’s not your line. You’re supposed to say…” He assumes a high-pitched voice. “‘Oh, thanks for the help, Captain Buggy! My hero!’”

You really hope you don’t sound like that. “Go soak your head. I saved you!”

He sneers at you, but he strokes his throat. An ugly ring of bruises will certainly be there later. “I had it under control.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m sorry, did you want to be dragged into an alley and used like a two-bit whore—“

A loud crack cuts him off. He blinks, looking more shocked than anything. His eyes roll back, his shoulders slump, and his head lolls forward. The rest of him follows and Captain Buggy, your hero, goes down like a sack of potatoes.

He hits the floor in a big puddle of assorted spirits, making a slap that you can only compare to when a pancake hits the ceiling. It would be funny if...

...actually, it's pretty funny as-is. You wish you were sober enough to commit the sound to memory.

Anyways, a chair in a bar fight really ought to be cheating. Then again, this is a pirate bar. The patrons are pirates. You are pirates. Everyone is pirates. It's pirates all the way down in here.

You catch the chair as it swings at you, and you see your assailant is, in fact, not a pirate. It’s the bar matron, scowling.

“You,” she grumbles. “This is your fault, you know that?”

“I didn’t ask him to help.” You yank the chair from her hands and toss it away. “And I didn’t ask to get felt up.”

Her eyes widen. “Is that what…?” She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose. “Guess I can’t be too surprised about that. The boys have been spoiling to fight all night.” She looks down at Buggy. “Sorry ‘bout your boyfriend.”

Boyfriend. You really hate that you don’t hate the sound of that. But that would eventually make you Mrs the Clown and that you cannot abide by.

You wrinkle your nose. “Not my boyfriend.”

She scoffs. “Man started a brawl for you. It’s only a matter of time.” She kneels down and hooks her arms under his shoulders. “There’s a room upstairs we can stash him in. Grab his legs.”

You do so. On three, you both heave up… and he separates in the middle. The bar matron gasps in horror.

In his maybe-concussed definitely-drunk stupor, Buggy giggles. It’s kind of cute. Not at all menacing the way it’s been before. High-pitched. A bit like a weathervane squeaking in the breeze.

“Pull yourself together, dickhead,” you say. When he doesn’t, you roll your eyes. “Devil Fruit,” you say to the matron. “I’ll be right behind.”

Carrying a pair of legs is far more difficult than you expected. You can’t pick them up bridal style. Dragging them by the ankles is no good, either. You resort to throwing them over your shoulders, one leg on either side of your neck with your hands on his shins. An inelegant solution, but the only one you’ve got.

You’re halfway up the stairs when you feel something twitch against your head. Something hard. Something stiff. Something that seems like it’s pretty thick, based on the weight against your ear.

Your cheeks burst into flames. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about Buggy’s cock. Don’t think about how you were wrong about Buggy having a small cock.

The matron leads you to a small room right under the roof. A bed, a trunk, and a dry sink with a wash basin are the only furniture, but a marvelous view of the harbor from the window makes up for it. If it wasn’t dark, you could probably see the Merry from here.

She tosses her half of Buggy onto the bed. You follow suit. The mattress squeaks as they bounce and, with a pop, the twain meet and he’s a whole man again.

“Devil Fruits,” the matron mutters, shaking her head. She turns to you. “You can stay here ‘til he’s well enough to walk, but I want you gone by morning. Got it?”

You nod, only to grimace. “I, uh, don’t have much money. I don’t think he does, either.”

She waves her hand as she exits. “Just don’t come back and I won’t collect.”

You realize a problem. “Th-There’s only one bed.”

“One of you can sleep on the floor.”

The door closes. You are left alone with the muffled sounds of a brawl, the rhythmic breathing of a mostly unconscious clown, and your own turbulent thoughts.

Again, you are presented with an opportunity to leave. Can’t follow you if he’s out cold. Save your friends. Save your ship. Save yourself.

And again, you hesitate. He drank a lot with you. And you did laugh quite a bit. And dancing with him was like floating — the good kind, not the kind with disembodied hands. And he whacked some guys about to manhandle you. And then he pulled you out of the fight.

How was it he had described you? Back on the Merry, when he read you like a picture book? ‘Once bitten, twice shy, but when he comes around a third time, you just can’t help yourself.’

Boy howdy, do you hate how accurate that is.

Speaking of which, he hasn’t moved since he hit the bed. You pat his cheek. “You alright?”

He stirs slightly. “Mfmn.”

That’s not good. With a sigh, you put on your triage hat. Seeing as how he got bashed on the noggin, might as well start there. "Sit up.”

He mutters something incomprehensible, but doesn't fight you as you guide him into a sitting position against the headboard. It takes a moment to untie his bandanna.

You're expecting sensibly short hair. Or perhaps missed-a-few-trims-touching-his-earlobes medium-ish hair. Maybe even brushing his shoulders in what guys consider long.

But no. What you get is honest-to-god long hair, textured by salt water and adorned with little plaits, flowing out of the bandana and waterfalling down his back. In need of a good brushing, perhaps, but otherwise healthy.

You want to run your nails through it. Twirl a few strands around your finger. Pull a comb through it. Cut a lock to braid into a rope bracelet, the kind sailors give to their sweethearts to remember them by—

You give your head a good shake. Where did that come from? That’s weird. Don’t do that.

Gently, you part his hair to inspect the scalp. A few small cuts, but nothing worth wasting gauze on. A nasty lump, though. That'll for sure hurt in the morning.

Satisfied, you let his hair fall. His face is next, but this literal clown makeup makes it hard to tell what's blood and what's not. Rummaging around in your satchel, you pull out your rubbing alcohol and a gauze pad and dab away.

It doesn’t come off easy — this is definitely the good shit — but you get enough off. Barefaced Buggy isn’t much different than the regular one, just less obfuscated by whacky colors. High cheekbones. Strong, stubbly jaw. Cleft chin. He'd be handsome if it weren't for the nose… or maybe he is anyways? Some cultures like big noses. And you know what they say about guys with big noses—

Nope. No. Knock it off. Gonna behave yourself? Good. Back to work. Where were you again?

Nose. Right. Speaking of which, you're still not convinced it's not real. The intrusive thoughts win this time and you give it a pinch and a pull.

It's real. He gasps and snatches you by the wrist as his eyes pop open, wide and darting around. They’re the color of a calm river on a cloudy day, though the river is rough at the moment. Why does such a repulsive man have such pretty eyes?

"Easy, easy," you say. "I'm just checking you out— up."

If he heard the slip, he ignores it. After a moment, he drops your hand and lays back with a sigh. "W'happen?"

A few spots of blood stick to your fingers, coming from a small cut down the middle of his nose. You couldn't tell on account of the... well, everything about it. "Someone got you from behind with a chair." You go to dab at the cut. "Knocked you out cold. Smashed your face on the floor and gave you a bloody nose."

The rage returns. He snatches your wrist again. "What about my nose?" he growls, voice raw.

On one hand, you like that husky tone. On the other, this rubbing alcohol is stinging your fingers and you're not going to entertain his insecurities. "You landed right on it. A schnoz that big and it didn't do a damn thing to break your fall."

He does not like that. He squeezes tight enough to hurt and pulls you in closer. The river in his eyes whirls and churns. "You're talking a lot of shit for someone all alone in a room with Buggy the Clown."

Not a single word of excrement has left your mouth. "And you're talking too much shit for someone with a busted nose," you spit. "You want it to get infected? Scar up? It'll look even worse."

It's blunt, but you're right. And you know he knows you're right. He's a fool, but he's not foolish enough to not listen to a professional.

What you don't expect is the way his face drops for a moment. All of the anger, all of the bluster, all of it gone. All that remains is a boy with shocked eyes. Hurt eyes. Vulnerable eyes.

But only for a moment. The walls go back up and the angry man returns, albeit at a simmer and not a boil. He drops your wrist and scowls, avoiding your gaze.

Your stomach sinks. Being snippy is one thing, but you don't like being mean by accident. Even to a jerkoff like him.

With a gentle touch, you take his jaw. "This'll sting," you say as you press the pad to his nose.

He hisses, but doesn't pull away. "How bad is it?"

Now that the blood's gone, not bad at all. "Just a scratch. Won't even need a bandage."

He fixes his gaze somewhere past you. “Shame.”

And you continue to feel bad. It doesn’t look that bad on him. You were right earlier. It does suit him. You discard the pad. “Sorry ‘bout what I said,” you say. “I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

Buggy he continues to look past you. He waves his hand, only to flinch. He tries to hide it with a scoff.

Your soft eyes don’t miss. “Give it here.”

He huffs and grabs the injured hand with the other, yanking it off at the wrist. He plops it in your own hand and crosses his arms.

You almost laugh. But you hold it back.

You pull his glove off, revealing calloused fingers and shredded nails. When the seas get rough, he works the ropes with everyone else. And he's been at it awhile.

"You're a career sailor," you say. You're not sure why you're surprised.

“Only trade I know,” he says.

Fingerbones intact, if not a little bruised at the knuckles. "Piracy pay that well?”

He gives a bitter smile. “You’d be surprised what you make in tips.”

Maybe you’re just drunk or maybe that was actually kinda funny. Regardless, a laugh almost manages to escape this time. Almost. You catch it in time for it to turn into a weird snorting sound.

The bitterness evaporates like mist in the morning sun as he finally turns his gaze on you. His smile brightens his whole face, scrunching the rivers of his eyes into little oxbow lakes.

Yep. He’s handsome. That little crush burns in your chest.

You swallow some infatuation-flavored bile. "Take your shirt off," you say. "Wanna— Wanna check your ribs."

He regards you for a moment. Wordlessly, he pulls his scarf from his neck and tosses it to the floor. Next goes the sash-belt thing. Finally, he shrugs out of the vest.

You're not sure what you're expecting. A sea of scars, perhaps? The mottled, diseased skin of a syphilitic sailor? A gaping void where his heart ought to be?

No. What you get is an expanse of smooth skin, dipping and rising with mountains and valleys of lean muscles. Hair covers his pectorals, thickest on his sternum. A soft belly pushes against his waistband as he breathes — not a gut by any means, but a logical consequence of indulging one's every desire. A thin trail of fuzz leads down below his trousers, growing thicker as it dips below. The carpet matches the drapes, apparently...

Your cheeks heat up. Don't even think about it, girl. Just check him out and be on your way— up. Check him up.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" you ask. You trail your fingers down his ribs, gently poking and prodding.

"Not particularly." Pressing the side of his pec makes him hiss. “Alright, maybe there.”

You lift his arm — his hard, wiry arm — and lean in close. A bit of a bruise is blooming, but it doesn’t look too serious. What is serious is how distracting the smell of fresh sweat is.

His sweat. On his skin. Glistening. Like dew. Musky. Tangy. Tasty.

He says something and it doesn’t even register. The thoughts drown him out. Do it, they say. Stick your face in there.

A light poke to your cheek yanks you out of your… whatever the hell that was. You turn to see his hand hovering. Its fingers wiggle in a wave. “Hello? Anyone aboard?”

You shake your head hard enough that you can feel your brain bouncing around. “Sorry. Thinking about contusions.”

“Should I be worried or not?”

You press your thumb into the bruise. “Does it hurt to breathe?”

He squeaks like a mouse. “When you’re doing that, yeah!”

The sound of pain is a big turn-off for you, which is exactly what you need right now. You jam your finger against the bruise one more time just to hear him yelp. “You’re fine.”

You drop his arm. You try to move away as quickly as possible while still looking casual and not tripping over yourself. You fail and land on your ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but an uff escapes you all the same.

Buggy giggles, peering down at you. “I love a good pratfall.”

He looks good from this angle. Above you. That worries you. “You’re completely fine. Worst thing you’ll have in the morning is a lump and a hangover.”

His brow wrinkles. “Not gonna check out my legs?”

Oh, you’ve already spent plenty of time checking out his legs. Nice boots. Muscular thighs. Trying to figure out if the bulge in the crotch was fabric or something else.

You grab the edge of the bed and haul yourself up onto it. “Do they hurt?”

“Sister, all of me hurts.”

You sigh. “Bring your knees to your chest. First one, then the other.”

His left knee joint pops out from its rightful spot on his leg. He presses it to his chest, then repeats the action with the other. He looks at you expectantly. “Now what?”

A banged-up half-naked clown, sitting on a bed, holding his knees in his hands. The situation is amusing enough, but something in his expression, the tone of his voice… it breaks you.

You slide from the bed back onto the floor as loud, cackling peals burst forth like floodwaters through a dam.

It feels good to laugh so hard. It hurts your ribs, your stomach, and your cheeks, but it's a good hurt.

The fit subsides, leaving you flopped on your back, arm slung over your eyes, trying to catch your breath. A few giggles bubble forth, and you do your best to swallow them.

You fling your arm from your eyes to see Buggy gazing down at you, resting his head on his arm, eyes scrunched up. “Didn’t think that one would get you."

“Shut up.” You climb up to your knees. “And stop making me laugh.”

“But you’re so cute when you laugh.”

You snort. “You tried that one earlier.”

Buggy frowns. Deeply. He moves his head to his fist, leaving his gaze level with your own. “But I meant it.”

“You’re full of bird shit.”

You try to move away, but he grabs your arm and guides you back down. He stares right into your eyes, straight into your soul. “I meant it,” he says firmly.

For a moment, you believe him. Your voice of self-doubt is silenced. The voice of what an unladylike laugh. No man could ever find that attractive. How do you expect to get a husband sounding like that?

His voice disturbs your ruminating. "Y’know, if you join my crew," he says, "you can laugh like that all you want. As loud as you want. Whenever you want."

It's probably the alcohol. It's probably because he's half naked. It's probably because you're a weak woman. Whatever the reason may be, to your horror, you do consider it.

It could be a good time. You enjoy his company. You enjoy laughing. You enjoy adventures and making mischief and romance. Both the kind with the wind in your sails and the kind with a man in your arms.

Perhaps even this man.

But you can't. You know you can't. He’s cruel. He’s crazy. You couldn't live with yourself if you betrayed your friends. Not to mention that there'd be no escape if it all went wrong.

In your moment of weakness, he slips a finger under your chin. Millimeter by millimeter, he guides you closer. His eyes drift shut as his nose bumps yours.

Don’t do this, your good sense screams. You’re drunk. He’s drunk. Stop thinking with your snatch. Don’t—

The slightest bit of nerves quiver in his voice. “Something wrong…?”

Everything. “Nothing.”

You push forward and finally, finally, your lips meet his.

It’s nothing like your previous kisses, sudden and sloppy. This one is slow. Measured. Gently crackling like the soft flame of a low fire, radiating warmth.

A featherlight moan escapes him as you pull away. His eyes search your face, bracing himself, waiting for something, hoping in vain that he won't find it.

You lay a hand on his jaw, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. “What is it?”

His gaze drifts to the side as he inhales sharply. “Waiting for the punchline.” He swallows. “No way something this good could happen to me.”

This poor, pathetic man after your own heart. “I got a punchline for you. What did the sawbones say to the clown?”

Shining eyes peer at you. “I dunno. What did the sawbones say to the clown?”

“She said...” You lean in close. “‘Kiss me again.’”

Those eyes go wide.

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mangocustard16 · 7 months

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It was always you~

| synopsis: Childhood friends Jeonghan and Y/N, separated by distance, find their way back to each other in university, igniting a journey from friendship to love filled with whispered confessions and electrifying moments.

| pairing: non-idol childhood bff!jeonghan x reader

| genre: fluff

| warnings: none

| w.c: 960

| a/n: this is pure fluff, story about how two separated hearts find each other once again.

Jeonghan had always been more than just a friend. He was your confidant, who had stood by your side since childhood. You were childhood friends with a history that spanned back to the early years, making it inevitable that something more profound was bound to happen between you two.

You and Jeonghan met as kids, attending the same middle school. You were inseparable, partners in crime on every adventure that childhood had to offer. You shared secrets, laughter, and countless jokes, forming a bond that no one could understand. Your parents encouraged you to spend most of your childhood together. Sitting next to each other in every class, stealing pens, and scribbling on each other's notebooks.

But as life would have it, high school brought new challenges and new schools. Because of work, his father had to relocate to another city. The separation was tough, and it felt like a piece of your heart was missing without Jeonghan by your side. However, you both had a tacit understanding that this was necessary for your individual growth. The emotional goodbyes were filled with promises to meet again someday.

As time flew by, you found yourself in university, a fresh start in a new city. The transition was a bit intimidating, but you were determined to make the most of it. As you nervously walked into the university campus on your first day, the last person you expected to see stood there, grinning from ear to ear. It was Jeonghan. You ran towards him with open arms and hugged him in a cliche airport reunion style.

"What are you doing here?"

"Are you also going to this university?"

"What courses do you have?"

"Are you staying in the dorms?" you fired away without breaking the hug.

Jeonghan decided to have a little fun with your eagerness. "Oh! I was here just for today; I'll go back by evening.", he said pulling away slightly.

Your face fell, and you sighed, a playful pout forming on your lips. "Oh…"

Seeing your disappointment, Jeonghan immediately regretted his teasing and couldn't bear to see you sad. "I'm just messing with you," he admitted with a chuckle. "I'm really joining this university."

Relief washed over you, and you couldn't help but give his arm a playful slap. "You're mean! " As your eyes met, all those years apart seemed to fade away.

Your friendship was rekindled, and it didn't take long for the sparks of something more to start flying. You started attending classes together, studying together, and going out on adventures just like in the old days.

One evening, you found yourselves at a crowded university party, lost in the sea of strangers. Jeonghan leaned in close, his voice a soft caress against your ear. "We should definitely get out of here. Don't you think so?" he whispered. Your heart raced, and you cursed at yourself for stammering, "Y-yeah, sure. Uh-huh." He chuckled at your shyness, knowing full well the effect he had on you.

His fingers gently brushed against your hand as he extended it towards you, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. It was a small, intimate gesture, yet it spoke volumes about his intentions.

Feeling your cheeks flush with a deep shade of red, you couldn't help but look down, trying to hide your embarrassment. The pounding of your heart reverberated in your ears as you hesitantly slipped your hand into his. With a gentle tug, Jeonghan led you away from the bustling party. The soft strains of music and the chatter of other guests slowly faded into the background as you followed him. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, his profile illuminated by the dim party lights, his smile never leaving his face.

And in that moment, you realised that your heart had long crossed the threshold of being just friends.

Jeonghan's roommate had been relentlessly gushing about how adorable you were. Their praises seemed never-ending, and they had begun to get under Jeonghan's skin. He overheard them talk about your charming smile, your infectious laughter, and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passion. Burning with jealousy, he showed up outside your class, leaning against the wall, trying to appear casual despite the racing of his heart.

Jeonghan held your hand, pulling you aside. "We could be more, you know?" he said softly, his eyes locked onto yours. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you feigned ignorance. "Hmmm?" "What do you want us to be other than friends?" you teased. "You know exactly what I want," he whispered back, your cheeks turning a light shade of red.

Your newfound connection led to secret smiles and inside jokes that only the two of you understood. You'd burst into fits of laughter, just like in your childhood, while others stared at you, thinking you were both crazy. But you knew better; you were simply crazy in love.

Another afternoon, Jeonghan playfully caged you between his arms, leaning in so close that your breaths mingled. "I know exactly what you're thinking," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. You couldn't help but blush, your heart racing. "Wtf?" you thought, but deep down, you knew exactly what he meant. "May I…kiss you?" Your breath catches in your throat and you force yourself to say something, finally making out a small 'yes' before your lips are attached and you forget how to breathe.

It was a journey from friends to lovers, a story of whispered confessions, shared laughter, and electrifying moments that made you realize that, in the end, it had always been him—it had always been Jeonghan. And as you looked into his eyes, you knew that your bond, forged in childhood and tested by time, had evolved into something deeper, something that would last a lifetime.

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31) You just got rejected from a date/prom night, and I promise you, your crush is missing out on you. I don’t know how to convince you other than sit here, hold you, and pretend that I don’t wish you’d see what’s in front of you. // with Steve !!

steve harrington x fem!reader + you just got rejected from a date/prom night, and i promise you, your crush is missing out on you. i don’t know how to convince you other than sit here, hold you, and pretend that i don’t wish you’d see what’s in front of you.

warnings: brief mentions of sex, hurt/comfort.

There's tears and mascara staining Steve’s otherwise pristine, and freshly pressed, polo shirt.

Under the porch light, watched closely by your mom’s flower pots and the fireflies brought by the warm weather, he swayed you side by side, slowly, the wooden floorboards creaking under his shoes.

He was just dropping you off after a failed date. Some guy from one of your classes, one he didn't care to learn the name of when you told him about it — the jealousy he felt forcing him to zone out of the conversation —, had kicked you out of his car after you refused to have sex with him in it.

Steve found you on the side of the road, near the payphone you'd call him from. Wrapping your arms around your own body, seeming smaller, scared. He could have dropped you home and tried to find the guy who did that to you, but as soon as his car stopped in front of your house, you asked him to walk you to your door.

The hand that is cradling your head to his chest moves when you lift it, assessing the damage on the fabric. Your nose scrunches, an adorable crease on your soft skin. He wants to kiss it. “Sorry, Stevie.”

“That's okay, honey.”

If it were anyone else, he'd be lying — but not you.

His eyes travel around your face. Your wet eyes, looking up at him. Your smudged makeup running down your cheeks, still beautiful. Unable to resist, he brings one hand to the side of your face, keeping you there. At least for one more moment.

You sigh as your eyes fall closed. “I guess I need to accept it.”

“Accept what?”

You take his wrist and gently pull his hand away. It aches. Taking a step back, your eyes are now open as you continue, shifting on your feet. “That I'm… you know… not that kind of girl. The one who gets the perfect date, the flowers and the teddy bears. Maybe that's all I’m good for, a quick fuck in the backseat, nothing special…”

Steve's hands move before his brain can catch up. They fly to your shoulders, bringing you close again. “No! No, honey, that's not true. Don't say that.” You look like you're about to argue, but he doesn't let you. “You are special. You're… you're everything special. That's bullshit, there is no kind of girl,” he forces himself to chuckle when he says that, but that last thing he wants is to laugh, “but if there we're, you're it. You deserve those perfect dates, and those flowers and teddy bears. You'll get them someday.”

You will because he'll give them to you. That's what he promises himself, right under your porchlight, among the flower pots, and the fireflies, and your sister's open window, surely hearing everything he's about to tell you.

Holding his forearms in place, you run your thumbs over his heated skin, and breathe deep. He watches your chest rise and fall, and waits. “I'll believe it because I know you'd never lie to me, Steve Harrington.”

He allows himself to smile, then. “You know it.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic

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natsgrave · 6 months

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GRAVES MASTERLIST

from heartwarming tales that tug at your emotions to thrilling adventures that leave you on the edge of your seat, this masterlist offers a diverse range of stories to suit every reader's taste. whether you're a reader looking for your next favorite story or a writer seeking inspiration, this masterlist is designed to connect you with the vibrant storytelling.

━━━━ ⧗ most work contain angst and fluff. ━━━━ ᗢ be polite or get blocked. ━━━━ ⧗ welcome gays, leave men. ━━━━ ᗢ dom!female!reader x sub!wandanat ( scarlizzie ) ━━━━ ⧗ english is not my first language, so excuse my poor grammar and poor writing style. ━━━━ ᗢ #natsgrave — my personal hashtag.

━━━━ ⧗ #grave fic reco's — fic reblogs.

━━━━ ᗢ #graves iq reco's — funny / wholesome quotes that i found.

W. MAXIMOFF | E. OLSEN request open!

━━━━ ᗢ tolerate it | pt. 2 While you were out building other worlds, where was I? You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins? ━━━━ ᗢ midnight rain She was sunshine, I was midnight rain. She wanted a bride, I was making my own name, chasing that fame. ━━━━ ᗢ new year's day I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's day. Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere. ━━━━ ᗢ to be loved is to be known

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night, and now I see daylight, I only see daylight. ━━━━ ᗢ inside my palm She said; the whole world can fit inside my palm. ━━━━ ᗢ cake The role you made me play of the fool, how you laugh when you lie, I got a list of names and yours is in red underlined. Oh, look what you made me do. ━━━━ ᗢ scary witch The stars in your eyes shined brighter in tupelo, and if you're ever tired of being known for who you know, you know, you'll always know me. ━━━━ ᗢ flirting Baby, was it over then? Is it over now? ━━━━ ᗢ boobs There's nothin' like a mad woman, what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman, you made her like that. ━━━━ ᗢ do you want my number? I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show. I see sparks fly, whenever you smile, get me with those green eyes, baby. ━━━━ ᗢ bus The old lady thinks that you and lizzie make a really good couple. ━━━━ ᗢ mommy I loved you in secret. I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets, picture of your face in an invisible locket. And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis. People started talking, putting us through our paces, I knew there was no one in the world who could take it. ━━━━ ᗢ cold And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name. And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away. That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend ━━━━ ᗢ use me' You're a mansion with a view, do the girls back home touch you like I do? ━━━━ ᗢ kids' And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. Give you my wild, give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. ━━━━ ᗢ distant In a world of boys, she's a gentlewoman. ━━━━ ᗢ she's back Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time. ━━━━ ᗢ soulmate What a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away. Taking down the pictures and the plans we made. Big mistake, you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made.

━━━━ ᗢ her villain 'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars with their range rovers and their jaguars never took me quite way you do. ━━━━ ᗢ greatest what if Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around. ━━━━ ᗢ professor maximoff Why is she just so oblivious? ━━━━ ᗢ heart I knew it from the first old fashioned, we were cursed. Should've known I'd be the first to leave think about the place where you first met me.

━━━━ ᗢ you're losing me How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? And you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone. ━━━━ ᗢ after the fight | pt. 2 Echoes of your name inside my mind, hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy. ━━━━ ᗢ last memory If I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around. What died didn't stay dead, you're alive, so alive, in my head. ━━━━ ᗢ shadows of the night Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby and I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city pierced through the heart, but never killed. I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror, it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero. ━━━━ ᗢ love A string that pulled me, out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire, chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you. And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? ━━━━ ᗢ birthday Your wish is my command. ━━━━ ᗢ wedding Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing, sometimes walking out is the one thing, that will find you the right thing. The snaps from the same little breaks in your soul, you know when it's time to go. ━━━━ ᗢ compliments she deserves it all.

N. ROMANOFF | S. JOHANSSON

request closed! ━━━━ ⧗ pick up lines And that's how it works, that's how you got the girl.

━━━━ ⧗ high school sweetheart You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and you're the hero flying around, saving face. And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? ━━━━ ⧗ coffee I've been spending the last eight months, thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But on a wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again. ━━━━ ⧗ cold hearted You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face, 'cause look at your face. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way. ━━━━ ⧗ it was you' Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted. ━━━━ ⧗ the photographer and actress Big reputation, you and me, we'd be a big conversation. It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold. You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks, so here's the truth from my red lips. ━━━━ ⧗ thank you Why'd you have to lead me on? Why'd you have to twist the knife? Walk away and leave me bleedin'. ━━━━ ⧗ the knight All I know is you held the door, you'll be mine and I'll be yours. All I know since yesterday is everything has changed. ━━━━ ⧗ my atlantis To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed. You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'. I knew you tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy. ━━━━ ⧗ ex I used to say never say never, but we are never getting back together, like ever. ━━━━ ⧗ in the next lifetime But in those photos, I saw us instead and, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other in another life. You still would've turned my head even if we'd met. You're always gonna be mine, we're gonna be timeless. ━━━━ ⧗ you have flour When you think of all the late nights, lame fights over the phone. Your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined. ━━━━ ⧗ we both had our chance I persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? ━━━━ ⧗ i miss you Now, I fear I have fallen from grace and I feel like my castle's crumbling down. ━━━━ ⧗ what's the answer? Spending the next few years of my life looking for answers from her. ━━━━ ⧗ short You think she's just being dramatic about it. ━━━━ ⧗ she doesn't love me anymore What the fuck? ━━━━ ⧗ this is your fault Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up, and for the life of us, we can't get back. ━━━━ ⧗ bad temper | pt. 2 | pt. 3 My words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regret about that. ━━━━ ⧗ teddy bear Seems like she don't hate Mr. cuddle that much. ━━━━ ⧗ you forgot your clothes I'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but I got your heart skippin'. You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you. ━━━━ ⧗ i'm falling again Oh oh, I'm falling inlove again. ━━━━ ⧗ gorgeous specimen I was enchanted to meet you. ━━━━ ⧗ too late words— how little they mean when you're a little too late. ━━━━ ⧗ how to seduce your wife | pt. 2 I would stay forever if you say, don't go. ━━━━ ⧗ threesome' All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, 'cause I don't want you like a best friend. ━━━━ ⧗ i hate you Remembering her comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it's time now gotta let go. But moving on from her is impossible, when I still see it all in my head, in burning red. ━━━━ ⧗ streamer' Don't worry, you're safe, the stream's off. ━━━━ ⧗ recreating memories I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I once believed love would be black and white but it's golden, like daylight. ━━━━ ⧗ ribbon Found my way back to her. ━━━━ ⧗ you went home early I know that I'm a handful, baby. But one of these things is not like the others, baby doll, when it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like me. ━━━━ ⧗ eight years This is the last time I'm asking you why, you break my heart in the blink of an eye.

If you have any suggestions or recommendations for additions to this masterlist, don't hesitate to reach out and let me know! divider made by @cafekitsune

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alastorslilghost · 4 months

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DEAR SISTER.

Vaggie x sibling reader

๑ | synopsis : after vaggie didn't return home from the extermination, vaggies little sister whom waiting for her had her heart broken after hearing the false reason of why her older sister didn't return home. Instead of looking for her, she joined Adam with a burning heart and desire to end her sister.

๑ | tw: mentions of death, gore, blood, strong languages, grammatical errors.

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Today was the extermination day. I gripped at my axe, glaring at my poor weapon. Hatred was bubbling within me, today was extermination day.. Where we will be slaughtering demons. Todays the day.. That means.. I'll be seeing her again.

I gritted my teeth as my grip on my weapon tightened till my knuckles gone white.

Adam was still spouting shit to the other angels. Lute was beside him.. As always, someday I just question their relationship. But whatever. I shook my head as I ignored their ruckus.

Suddenly I felt a tingling sensation on my abdomen. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬- 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺?! 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸? -

I stiffly went behind Adam as I tuf his dress.. Robe... Or whatever that is-

Adam turned to me as he smirk.

" sup squirt? Ready to face your bitch of a sister again? "Adam fully turned his body to me as he crossed his arm with a cunning smirk on his mask.

" Mhm, yeah, superv, ecstatic. But- can- i like- be excuse for a moment? -my shit boutta- leak- " I stuttered as I held my lower abdomen trying to hold it in.

Lute and Adam gave me the most "bitch-you-serious-rn? " face. I groaned asi nodded my head.

" yes im fucking serious- NOW CAN I BE PLEASE BE EXCUSE? " I groaned through my gritted teeth.

"I promise I won't take awhile. " Adam sighed and motioned his hand.

" yeah sure, whatever. Just get your shit done and immediately went down there, we don't want your shit leaking through the sky now do we? " Adam cackled as I gave him a disgusted look as I scurried away.

" can't wait to see that bitch reaction seeing you HAHA. "

Once I got my relief, I got out of the comfort room when my eyes caught my reflection. I slowly walked towards the mirror, staring at myself. I look just like her.. The only difference is that, I had more height and the bums- my hair was pure H/C and flowy. My eyes were bright E/C. My wings were bigger than hers.. Well it was huge to be honest. Well- bigger then anyone.

I sigher before grabbing my mask on my side as I wore it. I stared at my reflection for a moment before sighing once again.

" time to get this shit done. "

Battle cries, explosions, gun shut was the only thing can be heard in hell.

Angels were facing off the other demons, while Adam was facing off the radio demon.

" well you're-.. Fuck-.. What the fuck-.. Fuck you you red-.. Too much red- fuck- you fuck- SHUT UP! " suddenly tentacles wrapped around Adam and threw him to the "hazbin hotel" sign.

" ha ha! Poetry! " the radio demon grinned.

Adam growled at him suddenly he heard a flap of wings.. That was louder than the other angels.

Adam looked behind him to see a huge pair of wings.

" took her long enough. " Adam scoffed before turning back at the radio demon who was looking curiously at the angel who had a huge pair of wings.

Adam smirked " I'm gonna take that eat shitting grin off of your face. " he smirked as he flew up and created a bigger weapon.

Y/N stared down at the battle below as she did a few swings of her axe before flying down, swinging her axe to every direction, immediately chopping off the demons limbs.

Y/N went side to side, zigzag. In every direction possible. And there was no miss of her attacks.

She was breathing heavily as she gripped at her axe, her body was already covered in crimson blood.

Sudden she heard a familiar voice.. There she saw.. Her dear older sister. Who had her now longer hair tied into a ponytail, she had a large X sign in her eyes. She was wearing her old uniform.

Y/N felt her heart stopped for a moment as her breath hitched.. For after 8 years, she finally saw her again.

Her eyes widened once she saw her sister gazed at the princess of hell in such.. A loving look. She held her hand and gave the princess of smile a smile.

Her blood boiled at the sight. Her teeth gritted in rage as she positioned herself spread wide open as her eyes locked to 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

" focus sweetie. " she smiled as she gazed at her lover who gazed back down at her lovingly. Suddenly she felt a huge gust of wings and a loud flap erupted behind her.

Her breath hitch as she turned around holding her spear behind her shielding her and charlie. A loud 'clank' greeted her ears as her eyes were greeted with a mask. Eyes burning with rage.

Huge wings, the height, axe. She know damn well who this angel is.

Y/N pulled back her sword as she swiftly kicked her off from her feet and kicking her up strong enough to send her up in the sky.

A groan escaped her lips as she heard the cry of her lover.

" VAGGIE! " Charlie cried as she watched the angel with huge wings send powerful attacks to her lover.

" LEAVE HER ALONE! STOP IT! " Charlie cried as she tried to reach out for her lover. Y/N send her another kick before kicking her to the wall, sending her crashing to couple of debris.

" ooooooh.. Sheesh.. Angry sister alert. That gotta hurt. " Adam cackled on the sidelines.

Vaggie coughed a few golden blood, holding her side as she weakly looked up at the angel towering her.

It was silent for the both of them for a few moments before a growl escaped the angels lips.

" so you've been gone for. Eight. Fucking. Years just to hook up and play dolls with the hell's princess? " Y/N growled, her voice laced with venom.

" n-no.. N/N- t-thats not!- " Y/N slammed her axe near her head making vaggie flinched.

" 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛. Call me that. " Y/N growled.

" you don't get to call me that, not anymore. " Y/N eyes glared down to her older sister. Her heart was filled overwhelming with rage and sadness.

Vaggie coughed for a moment as she took a shaky breath before forming another words.

" Y-Y/N..i swear i-. "

" you left me.. " Y/N cut her off.

" Y/N I swear that's not- "

" YOU FUCKING LEFT ME WITH THOSE DOUCHEBAGS FOR WHAT? EIGHT YEARS, I'VE WAITED FOR YOUR SHIT ASS TO COME BACK HOME AND GUESS WHAT? MY BITCH OF AN OLDER SISTER NEVER CAME HOME AND THEN I FOUND HER AFTER EIGHT. FUCKING. YEARS. PLAYING DOLLS WITH THE FUCKING PRINCESS. HOW WONDERFUL IS THAT?! " Y/N snapped at her older sister who flinched at her outburst.

Vaggie stared at her younger sister in shock, pain ached her heart seeing her once.. Pure bundle of joy sister like this.

" eight years.. Eight.. Fucking years.. Vaggatha.. " the angel whimpered as a broken sobbed escaped her lips.

" Y/N...I'm sorry.. Really.. I never ment- to leave you. I never did, they're the one who kicked me out.. Because.. Because I hesitated. " vaggie weakly explained.

Y/N looked at her in a troubled look before shaking her head.

" that's..not what they told me. " she muttered.

" that's the whole point Y/N!.. Heaven never listens..i tried to explain but-.. They never did. I never got the chance to say goodbye or- tell you my well-beings " vaggie weakly stand up, wincing here and there as she weakly walked towards her younger sister. Who grew a few inches on her height.

" but.. Why didn't you atleast- come see me after? " Y/N sobbed as she stumbled back.

" I did N/N, I tried but.. They never let me.. Not until we actually pulled strings to get us to meet the angels a week ago.. " vaggie weakly chuckled as she was now in front of her Shakened sister.

" a week ago?.. They didn't.. Told me.. " Y/N muttered, more realization flooded her mind, her head started to ache a bit.

" why.. "

Vaggie smiled at her younger sister sadly before gently holding Y/N shoulder. Y/N flinched but she didn't pushed her away.

" I'm really sorry N/N..i really am.. " vaggie muttered as she slowly embraced her shaking figure.

It took a moment Y/N to process her older sisters embrace before finally breaking down to her sisters arm.

She cried like a baby that time, clutching her older sisters suit as vaggie comfortedly stroked her hair.

After some time, Y/N calmed down as vaggie held the both of her cheeks.

" now let's kill some birds, ey? " vaggie smirked as Y/N chuckled.

" vags.. Im still an angel.. " Y/N softly laughed which vaggie soon joins after.

" well you're different. Now let's? "

" Mhm. "

Adam had his jaw dropped, eyes widen as he saw the most strongest angel he had slaughtering her fellow angels along side with her older sister.

He watched her figure appear and disappear through the air due to her incredible speed as the golden blood of the angels showered everywhere.

" FUCK YEAH! N/N!! " vaggie screamed, cheering for her sister who mercilessly Slaughters half of the angels.

" VAGGIE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! " Charlie ran to her lover as she embraced her tightly.

Charlie looked at Y/N in shock and dumbfounded, just a minute ago she was eager to kill vaggie now she was fighting along side with them. Not that she was complaining.

" what.. Happened.. " Charlie muttered.

" I'll tell you later sweetie, right now, we gotta focus with our main goal. "Vaggie smirked as they got into a fighting stance.

More angels were slaughtered until it was left with Adam and lute.

" Y/N. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?? "Adam screeched as he watched the now dead angels as lute growled behind him.

Y/N glared at them with fire hatred as she held her axe tightly.

" you fucking lied. " she growled.

" YOU PEACE OF SHIT OF A DOUCHEBAG YOU MADE ME THINK SHE LEFT ME. " she threw her axe to their direction which landed on lute slicing off her arm. Lute screamed in pain as she fell down on her knees.

" you crazy bitch- " Adam growled as he step back.

" I'm gonna fucking kill you. " Adam growled, he was about to send a powerful attack when a knife went through his stomach. Everyone stared in shock as vaggie looked estatic.

" uh.. You got.. Some.. Thing "Lucifer awkwardly muttered as Adams body fell limp to the ground revealing the cultrip who stabbed her.

It was.. A child? Or just a small lady-

" nifty! " Charlie muttered in shock. The girl named nifty smiled menacingly before repeatedly stabbing Adam as she giggled maniacally. Lute screamed in horror as she limped towards Adam.

Nifty got off of Adam as she ran towards Charlie.

Lute turned Adams body around as she screamed his name.

" No! Sir! Stay with me! " lute screamed in horror as she watched his eyes slowly lost its life. Adam held a small smile as his eyes went completely lifeless.

" ADAM!.. " lute cried, she stared at Adams lifeless body before standing up stumbling to her step as she glared at Y/N who glared back.

" you... I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU. "

" fucking DARE TAKE ANOTHER STEP HERE AND I'LL FUCKING MAKE YOU REUNITE WITH THAT DOUCHEBAG. " Y/N growled as she stepped infront of them protectively.

" YOU TRAITOR. "

" YOU LIARS. "

lute growled as she breathed heavily as she took another step, Y/N scowl deepens as she spread her wings open, covering the others protectively as she went into a stance.

" I. Fucking. Dare. You. "

Lute took a deep breath as she held her spear in front of her as she screamed in rage.

Y/N glared at lute in pure hatred as she watched lute took Adams halo and left the scene.

Y/N watched her retreating figure as she finally calmsed down, relaxing her wings behind her as she turned around to face the others.

Vaggie smiled at her as she ran to her hugging her tightly. Y/N slowly wrapped her arms around her older sisters figure as she burried her face to her shoulder.

Vaggie let go of her as she held her cheeks pressing their foreheads together.

" I'm sorry proud of you. " vaggie smiled.

Though Charlie was not having this.

" uhh.. Ok.. So care to explain now? "

" ah right.. " vaggie went beside Y/N as she pointed at her then at Charlie".

" ok uhm.. Charlie, meet Y/N..my little sister, Y/N meet Charlie.. My.. Girlfriend. " vaggie smiled lovingly at Charlie.

Charlie beamed at the mentions of 'little sister' as she held out her hand excitedly.

" woooah! ~ it's my first time meeting vaggies family- i-im Charlie, Charlie morningstar! " Charlie held out her hand as she smiled excitedly.

Y/N was still hesitant with siding with the demons, she only joined here to be with her sister. But her sister trust them so.. I guess she can too.

Y/N stared at her outstretched hand before bowing politely.

Vaggie watched the awkward tension towards the two before coughing awkwardly.

" this.. Is a good start I guess... "

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#hazbin hotel #x reader #angst #vaggie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel lute #ˠ . ° . 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢! 𖤐

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livwritesstuff · 1 month

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a snippet of the hadestown au i'll never be confident enough to fully write

“Robin,” Eddie begged (probably a bit too desperately given the circumstances), “Robin-Robin-Robin, you’ve betrayed me.”

Robin sighed as she turned to face him.

“How have I betrayed you, Eddie?” she asked, “Honestly.”

Eddie didn’t respond, just gestured wordlessly at the man currently sitting in a booth on the other side of the bar that Robin had just led him into.

The most gorgeous (handsome, beautiful, sexy, attractive, hot, whatever) man Eddie had ever laid his humble eyes upon.

“I’ve told you loads about him, Eddie,” Robin replied, wrapping a hand around her wrist and trying to tug him away from the door.

“Yeah. You’ve told me all about how nice and funny and sweet he is, and how he’s a kindergarten teacher and how he puts most of his paycheck right back into his classroom and how he volunteers at that learning center downtown and he likes to cook and he gardens. He gardens, Rob. You didn’t tell me he’s also the hottest person I’ve ever seen in real life.”

Robin, the bastard that she is, only muttered, "Gross," and rolled her eyes as she finally succeeded in dislodging Eddie from where he’s feet had been planted on the somewhat sticky floor and getting him moving towards the booth.

“Robin,” he hissed.

“Just be cool,” she hissed back, “If you’re even capable of that.”

“I’m cool,” Eddie insisted, “I’m so cool.”

And then Robin is shoving him into the booth (across from Steve, thankfully) and sliding in next to him.

“Steve, this is Eddie,” she said, “Eddie – Steve.”

“Hey man,” Steve says, “Nice to meet you finally. Robin’s told me loads.”

Steve is grinning and it’s reaching all the way to his eyes, and they’re big and bright and brown and meeting his own eyes in full and it’s making Eddie’s heart thrum in a way he hasn’t really ever felt before, and someone should really revoke his allowed to speak freely card at least for a minute or two so he can't say something stupid, but nobody does so he says —

“Dude, I’m gonna marry you someday.”

Steve’s eyebrows fly up, but, if anything, his grin only gets wider as he looks at Robin.

“Rob – when you said this guy was crazy, I didn’t think you meant this crazy.”

Robin only gives him a resigned shrug.

“Not one of you listens to me.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i have SO MANY THOUGHTS #but that musical is so hauntingly beautiful and i simply cannot write anything that would do it justice

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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I live laugh love the jealous jake sully trope like wdym YOU WILL GLARE AND BE ALL >:(((

THIS IS TOO SWEET I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE POUTS AND THE JEALOUS LOOKS OMLLLL

You get that Jake is the Olo'eyktan, that his duty entails teaching the rest of the clan, leading them, helping them. And, normally, you don't have an issue with it. Whenever he teaches the little kids, trains them, you like to watch, smiling, as you imagine having a family with him someday.

But then, she shows up. Voma, a young na'vi woman with a pretty face, colorful beads in her hair, a confident swing in her hips and a knowing smile. She approaches Jake one day as he eats with you, and greets, “Jakesully.”

He glances up at her and nods in return. “Can I help you with something?”

“I wonder if you have enough time to help me train?” she questions, batting her eyelashes.

And Jake, being Toruk Macto, cannot deny. “Uh, sure,” he says, and she grins, thanking him before walking away. You keep your eyes on her, narrowed, before you glance at your mate. He looks nonchalant about it, as if it weren't absolutely obvious that she'd been flirting with him.

“Really?” you ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jake looks up at you, confused. “What?”

“Jake, Voma is my age,” you point out. “She knows how to hunt, how to fly an ikran, how to shoot an arrow—she doesn't need training, she just wants to spend time around you.”

Jake stares at you before he folds his ears back. “Oh.”

You nod. “Exactly. So you can just tell her you got busy and can't train with her,” you say, shrugging.

And Jake detects the slightest hint of jealousy from you. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued, before testing the waters. “Well, I don't know about that,” he says. “I am the Olo'eyktan. It is my duty to help the clan with whatever they need.”

You turn to Jake, shocked, and ask, “You're really going to help her?”

Jake shrugs. “We're just gonna train, baby. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?”

You grit your teeth, folding your ears back before hissing, “No.”

“It's settled then,” Jake says.

“I suppose so,” you hum, glancing away from him, a frown on your eyebrows.

That was three weeks ago.

Tonight, there's a celebration in the clan. Everyone's dancing, music's being played on wooden instruments, and the people sing. You sit beside Jake, still a little resentful due to the fact that he's been training with Voma two times a week these last three weeks. And Jake's begging you to dance.

“Come on, baby,” he insists, a hand trailing up your arm. “Just one dance, hm?”

“Why don't you dance with Voma, huh?” you return, childish, arms crossed.

“Baby,” he coos, chuckling softly. “You're not still upset about that?”

“And what if I am?” you snap. “I've every right to be upset still.”

Jake sighs softly, about to apologize, about to admit to having done it just to tease you, when someone walks up to him.

Voma.

Jake curses in his head. He's kept his distance from her. Whenever he trains with her, he ignores her flirtatious comments, makes it clear he's not interested. When she coquettishly touches his arm, he pulls away from her. When she gets too close, he'll voice, “Personal space, please.” And yet, she persists.

“Jakesully,” she greets, smiling. “Would you like to dance?”

He purses his lips, about to deny, when you speak up. “Oh, he'd love to,” you say, voice laced with poison.

Voma glances at you, looking annoyed at your presence, but Jake has no choice but to rise. “I'll dance with you,” he tells Voma flatly, throwing you a soft look that wordlessly begs you to get over it, before walking off with her.

You watch from afar, enraged, glaring at the way Voma grabs his hands, the way she dances with him, the way she smiles and looks at him.

You huff, upset, glancing around the room when Alzue, a friend of yours, approaches. He greets you, signing, I See you, before asking, “Would you like to dance with me?”

You're going to politely decline when you realize, hey, why not? Jake's off dancing with some girl. Why can't I dance with a friend of mine?

You nod, allowing him to grab your hand in his and he leads you to the center of the room. You dance, shyly at first, then more confident, as Alzue talks with you, joking, making you smile and laugh.

Jake hears your laughter across the room. He glances around, looking for you, just about ignoring Voma as she dances before him. And then he finds you. Dancing with some guy. Jake feels his heart race in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his body, possessiveness and jealousy filling him to the brim.

“I gotta go,” he says to Voma, leaving her on the dance floor as he makes his way towards you.

You don't see Jake approaching. You're not aware of his presence until Alzue glances over your shoulder and his eyes grow wide, ears folding back. You turn around and find Jake, his eyes darkened with lust, pupils blown wide.

“I need you to myself,” Jake tells you, grabbing your wrist. “Now.”

His voice leaves no room for opposition. You wave goodbye to Alzue before Jake drags you off, out of the Hometree and deep into the forest.

The plants glow as you walk past them, the floor shining with your every step. Jake's skin is alight with the bioluminescent freckles that decorate his body, and you can see his shoulders rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

He takes you to a private, secluded opening in the forest, and then he turns around to face you.

“What are you doing?” he snarls, his anger getting the best of him.

You cross your arms as you frown and demand, “What do you mean?”

“You refuse to dance with me but you'll dance with some other guy?” he growls, ears folding back.

You scoff. “Oh, so when you do it, there's no issue, but when I do it, there's a problem?”

Jake frowns. “What are you talking about? You were the one who pushed me to dance with Voma.”

“Just because you agreed to train with her even though you know it's only because she's flirting with you!” you snap, your ears folding back.

At this, Jake chuckles softly, pinching the bride of his nose. “I'm a skxawng,” he says. Then, locking his eyes on yours, he says, “Baby, I only agreed to train her because I thought it was adorable how jealous you got.”

You make a face. “What?”

He laughs quietly. “That look on your face—your furrowed eyebrows and your pretty little pouts...that was the reason I agreed to help her.”

You glare at him. “Are you fucking serious?”

Jake laughs. “I am.”

You sigh, releasing the tension and the anger that have been consuming you the past three weeks. “Skxawng,” you accuse, smacking him on the head.

He gives you a guilty look. “I took it too far, didn't I?”

“Way too far,” you return, crossing your arms again, giving him a small frown an a pout that tell him you want to be spoiled.

Jake smiles softly, his heart warming at the sight of your playful anger, and he wraps his arms around you. “I'm sorry, baby,” he says, kissing your mouth, your jaw, your neck. “I was an idiot. I'm sorry, girl.”

You refuse to cave, your arms still crossed as he hugs and kisses you, insisting, “Baby, 'm sorry. So sorry, my girl.”

“Not enough,” you tell him, huffing, and Jake chuckles, lowering himself to the floor, on his knees.

He kisses your thighs, his eyes predatory as he glances up at you. “If I eat you out, will you forgive me?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Try it, and I'll decide afterwards.”

He smiles up at you, placing a gentle kiss on your thigh, his hands grabbing onto your hips and kneading into your flesh. He unties your loincloth and sets it aside, pressing his nose to your pussy and inhaling your sweet scent.

You jerk at the sensation, shivering, and Jake smirks. “I'm sorry,” he repeats, pouting up at you, before he licks between your folds. “I won't do that ever again.”

“Yeah, y'better not,” you grumble in response, your hands falling to his head and tangling in his hair.

Jake chuckles, slowly swiping his tongue over your clit, then dragging it down to your entrance. He licks the arousal that dribbles out, his cock growing hard at the taste of you.

He buries his face into your pussy, nuzzling his nose into your clit, his mouth sucking on your moistening folds.

You whine softly, hips grinding against his mouth, and you bite your lower lip, hoping to keep quiet.

When Jake sees this, he pulls away from your cunt and says, “Let me hear you, baby. Let everyone hear that you're mine.”

And how can you say no when he puts it like that?

So you allow your mouth to fall agape, gasping and mewling as Jake's tongue traces circles across your entrance before sliding inside you, tasting the soft flesh of your gummy walls.

Jake lifts his eyes to watch you, his amber eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes. Your head is thrown back, throat exposed, breasts heaving up and down. You dig your hands into Jake's head, guiding his movements, and he lets you. He'll eat you out however you want him to; he's apologizing to you, using his mouth but not to speak.

You pull his head higher up so his tongue rubs over your clit, and he sucks on the throbbing nub. You squeal softly, delighted, as pleasure bursts through you. “There! Right there!” you whine, hips grinding against Jake's tongue.

One of his hands slides up your thigh and pushes his middle finger inside you, all the way to the knuckle. You sigh gently, humming in approval, and Jake can feel you're wet and open enough for him to add another finger. So he does. He uses both his middle and ring fingers to scissor you open before he begins thrusting them in and out, curling them up to press against that cushioned spot within you that makes you jerk.

The pleasure slowly begins gathering within you, invading your senses, filling your veins like liquid fire. It makes your mind go blank, and you forget why you were ever upset at Jake in the first place.

“'s good,” you moan, hips rubbing against his hand and his tongue, your slick coating over his hand and most of his face. “'s really good.”

Good enough for her to forgive me, I hope, Jake thinks to himself, increasing his pace, making you shudder.

“Fuck! Jake, don't stop!” you beg, legs starting to tremble as the pleasure amasses in your womb, making your eyes roll into the back of your head, your back arching. “Please, don't stop!”

Obviously, he doesn't plan on stopping. He continues rubbing your g-spot, keeps flicking his tongue on your clit and occasionally sucking on it. He likes the way you pull his hair, the way you're torn between pulling him away from and pulling him closer to your pussy. Like you can't decide if the pleasure is too much or if you want to come.

But Jake's hand holds onto your hip, making the decision for you, and then you're crumbling over the edge, stuttering as you fall from your high. Your orgasm is hot and intense, shaking your body, making you cry out, “Fuck! Fuck, Jake!”

And Jake hopes every single Na'vi on the planet heard that. He wants it made clear to everyone that you're his.

As you come down from your high, Jake pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean. Then, he sits back, pulling you onto his lap and cradling you against his body.

“You are forgiven,” you tell Jake as you slump your head on his shoulder.

Jake chuckles softly, rubbing your back, kissing your temple. “Thank you,” he says.

“Skxawng,” you accuse, playful, before adding, “And tell Voma that you can't help her anymore.”

“I definitely will,” Jake replies. “I'll tell her I have the best mate in the whole universe, and no one could ever compare to my baby.” He kisses your forehead.

You sigh softly, kissing his shoulder. “I love you, Jake.”

“I love you, girl,” he responds. “So much. And no matter how jealous you ever get, just know I'm forever yours.”

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greenelight · 8 days

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it's been a while since he last opened his doors to the royal academy students , but it is nice to see artists at work , studiously admiring the human body not for their own pleasures , but for the sake of their art & what they wish to create. mason is only there to ensure all goes well & there are no other necessities needed from the students , but just as he was about to leave , he spots benedict bridgerton from across the stage & he is forced to stand still for a moment , unable to tear his gaze away. oh , he'd remember him from just about anywhere , recalling how they shared a hiding spot at the most recent ball. who would have thought a bridgerton would be an enjoyer of the arts ? initial surprise turns into a dashing smile once more as mason makes the first move & crosses the stage , more than ready to greet benedict in a more proper setting.

❝ mister bridgerton , ❞ mason says aloud , which causes a few students to turn his way as well. he didn't mean to attract so much attention on him , but he supposes it's inevitable with how well established the family is among the ton. ❝ the man who forced me to share my hiding spot behind the flower vase. i didn't think i'd see you again so soon. ❞ it is nice to see him again , he thinks , & in a setting less stressful too. ❝ you seem to be doing well compared to a few nights ago. are you still running away from your inevitable fate ? hopefully no one managed to capture you after our brief run in. ❞

˗ˏˋ ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ· entering the stage ﹕ @regencis as benedict bridgerton.

#regencis #˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ ic ﹚ ﹕ make 'em laugh.#˗ˏˋ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ· ﹙ act xvi ﹚ ﹕ someday i'll fly away.#ah yes we love that stare at each other from across a room vibe #tis the start of a romantic scandal i see eheheheh

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puffein · 10 months

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i'll be with you, someday

pairings: wanda maximoff x reader summary: even though you and wanda are continually entangled by fate while being in two distinct worlds, life and the challenges of dating a superhero outweighed fate's favors. warnings: fluff, angst word count: 3722 a/n: kaowjwekakak i am so nervous posting this. help, but i hope u enjoy reading this!! my first ficcc post :D

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The first time you had met Wanda Maximoff was in the harsh breezy air of Europe, particularly a country located in the central-southeast. A small eastern country called Sokovia, tucked between Slovakia and Czech Republic, despite the country being small, the remnants of the bombings that happened years ago, were big enough to make the country gain attention from different countries especially their loud voices and public outcry in the streets of the country's capital city Novi Grad.

The country was small but it gained the attention of every news network, particularly, yours. As a news reporter, life is not all about being shoved in a studio, making up a firm smile, and reading fast blurry lines on a small monitor. No, it's much more than that, it also means to get yourself shoved in dangerous matters.

You wouldn't call the protests dangerous but as time passed by the cries were getting heated, louder, and the smoke was getting thick.

However, you cannot be phased by this. Not when a camera is steadily situated right in front of your face.

"... organized protests on the streets of Novi Grad, the capital city of the country, Sokovia has been—"

A fast whirring object flies past your shoulders as you flinch hard enough to toss yourself to the side. The object steadily launches itself on the big camera, glasses flying everywhere. Biting your lip to cut off whatever scream is bubbling in your chest, a gasp makes out of your trembling lips as a hand clasp tightly on your wrist.

A girl–no, definitely a woman. The woman walks fast and hurriedly, she shoves you into an alleyway so far away from the crowd, the loud bearing of your chest was indescribable and suffocating.

"Why are Westerners so idiotic." her accented voice made your form straightened.

Your brows furrowed rightfully at hers, "I am not—"

She puts up a hand, her brown hair tightly secured and gathered away from the curves of her face, you can see the sharp arches of her features, the prominent cheekbones sitting right on her cheeks going downwards. She glowers at you, "Get you and your camera away from here. If you want news, do it from a distance."

You didn't know the woman you had met in Sokovia would stick up on your being for so long, but she did save you even after her blatant insults of you being careless and idiotic, which by the way is true.

You didn't know that woman would shake the world with a much bigger coverage.

Years later, you found yourself again in the country of Sokovia. A tip was passed by at your news network that something big will happen in the country and as the ever-loving favorite of your boss. He tossed you again in Europe, not caring if this tip was something like throwing you as a snack in a cage full of hungry wolves or in a simpler thought if it was even real.

But oh boy, you were wrong.

The tip was real.

You would rather have yourself as a snack in a cage full of wolves than see yourself meters away from the ground.

The capital city of Sokovia lifted itself off from the ground, screaming citizens blur the panic settling in your loud beating chest and the microphone you held against your chest trembles as it falls below you. A mistake was made when you looked down, the remaining parts of the city were no longer visible as clouds cleared off any vision of the city from below, the slight shaking of the ground pushed your weakened knees, shoving you face-front in the blue sky.

Your voice reverberates loudly throughout the flying city, before you could fully fall and meet the end of your life, a wisping red smoke wraps itself on your hips pulling you far away from the edge of the city.

The woman huffs out a breath, "You again?"

"I don't —"

And off she goes, running towards the panicking crowds, leaving your heaving chest and the shaking bones of your being in an alleyway.

You thought that was the end of it all.

It was the second time you have met her, and it was the second time you have come to learn her name. The name Wanda Maximoff.

The major event in Sokovia prompted you to shove a resignation letter to your fuming boss. Just a year after the traumatic event you had endured and the abuse you had experienced in your workplace, you are now a diligent owner of a small coffee shop.

Tucked between the nicely scented flower shop and an old apartment, your coffee shop was the only source of income you have. After resigning and possibly giving up the dream of becoming a news anchor, you had hoped this coffee shop would be enough to feed the starving energy of your impossible dream.

"Hello, what can I do—"

Green eyes stared right at your soul, her eyes darted away to read the menu placed at the top of your head, a tinge of red blossoms at her cheeks, "What can you recommend?"

Clearing your throat, you shoved down the squeal bubbling in the depth of your chest, "Our cinnamon coffee has well-received feedbacks."

It's been a year since she saved you for the second time, you badly want to say your gratitude to her. To form coherent thoughts with words full of appreciation for her works and her bravery.

She nods, the dark green cap she's wearing hides half of her face but you see the slight twitch of the corners of her mouth. Her hand full of rings taps lightly on her thighs as she awaits for the coffee to go.

When her coffee arrived, your breathing quickens at the brisk touch of her thumbs over the side of your fingers. She mutters a small thank you and you are faced with the fleeing form of a woman called Wanda Maximoff.

That should be the end, right? Meeting a superhero so frequently as you had met her is not normal.

Not when she frequently buys coffee in your coffee shop, the same order she had brought when she very first set foot on your small premises.

The frequent visit she had made you confused about the blossoming crush you are having with the Sokovian. Your interactions with her are no longer than 30 seconds, it consisted of asking what she wants, you would ask her how she was and she would curtly reply with a one-liner and it made you awkward. You are just doing your job. Why are you being awkward when it comes to her?

When she would come on her fifth visit, you promised yourself to take the courage to finally talk to her for longer than 30 seconds. So, when she comes in the early mornings of New York, wearing a cap over her head, and a coat that works wonders on her overall appearance, your courage wavers slightly.

And it wavers greatly when a redhead trails behind the brown-haired woman.

The black widow flickers her eyes on your gaping form, a slight twitch of a grin plasters on her face as she walks beside Wanda towards you, carrying an aura no one could top off.

"Hello," you cursed yourself for making your voice shake in a very obvious manner. "What can I get for you today?"

The redhead glances at the younger woman beside her, and a smirk beams out of the sharp edges of her face, "Oh, we are not here to order." the widow casually says.

Bumping the back of her hand to the sides of a silent woman beside her, the widow only gives you a smile as she shoves Wanda painfully close to the counter.

Wanda curses, "How are you?" she winces at the word.

You look between the grinning redhead and the woman who has a red face, you give out a confused smile, "I am good, Wanda. How are you?"

"Jesus." the widow curses under her breath, gliding her feet towards Wanda's as she kicks it in passion.

Knees wavering from the sudden kick, Wanda exclaims the words, "Fuc— Can I take you out on a date?"

And that's how you got yourself a superhero girlfriend.

It's been months since Wanda started dating you, you were everything she could have asked for, you bring out the radiant glow of the sun, your love is like a breeze tinged with the smell of the sea, and the touches you had made with her are anchors of her shaking boats. You calm the crashing waves of her life.

She knew what she was bringing to you after she had asked you out on a date. But she wants to have something, she wants to be selfish just this once.

"What are you cooking?" your voice made its way into her ears, a big grin plaster automatically on her face.

Wanda turns her head over her shoulders, lowering herself slightly to catch the height of your lips. She hears the humming of your voice as her tongue darts leisurely on your bottom lip.

You grin, pulling away to wrap your hands around her middle section, "Smells good by the way." you mutter, kissing her shoulder.

Wanda laughs, "I am only heating the food Nat brought last night, is that okay?"

She feels the nod of your head against her shoulder, your cheeks pressed up tightly against it as she sighs at the comforts of your warm body.

"How was the interview?" she finally asks.

You were silent for the first few seconds, "It was fine, I think."

Wanda can hear the doubt in your voice and the loud ringing of your thoughts, she fully turns herself to look at you. Her hands placed tenderly on your cheeks, "I just knew you rocked that interview."

After months of pondering if you should continue the dream you had thrown for the safety of your being, you had concluded that one bad news network is not equal to all of them. So, you prompted yourself in an interview to get the dreams you had let go.

"Rocked.." you ponder on the word, Wanda rolls her eyes with fondness pooling deep in her chest. "Definitely."

"But seriously, you will get this job. I just knew it. You are passionate and hardworking. Any news network would be lucky to have you, baby, you should know that." you beamed at her words, tiptoeing to kiss her properly.

"What would I do without you?" you quietly said between the kisses.

"Probably alone and starving, detka." she grins, biting playfully on your lip as you groan at the stinging pain.

Relationship with Wanda was beautiful, like the scenery out of a postcard. But not everything is beautiful, every relationship passes by a rocky road that will either tumble the couple down or help them grow.

So, when the absence of her presence in your life became more prominent as days passed by into months, you knew something was wrong.

You are clearly informed of her work, of how everything was confidential but that did not stop the constricting pain your heart felt when she would go like a ghost and would come back like nothing had happened. Like she didn't just leave you all alone with no words.

You do not know where you and Wanda are placed.

Are you two being tumbled down? or is this another thing that would help build the bonded relationship you two have?

When you woke up in the middle of the night only to have your eyes focused on a slumped form in the middle of the kitchen, the words came blaring down like an ambulance.

"Jesus, are you okay?" kneeling in front of her, you tuck your hands in her arms to pull her up.

Your hands go limp as she pushes you away, "Hurts, let me be here. It'll pass." she croaks out, eyes closed tightly.

Your eyes scan the heavy movement of her chest, the stained shirt she wore does not make your chest calm. You lean in again, your hands hovering over the blood pooling at the side of her body, she grabs your wrist tightly, "I told you, it will pass."

When she opened her eyes to see the glistening eyes of yours, filled with unshed tears, her heart broke. She forces herself to sit up, biting her tongue hard to keep the scream of pain for herself. "Detka, I promise. I will be fine. I had it checked before coming here, just forgot to change, okay?"

You nod at her words, blinking a few times to calm the beating of your heart.

"But you have to rest on the bed, not here."

"I know, baby. Just give me a few minutes, hm? And I'll be there beside you, go."

When you didn't move after her words, Wanda smiled at you, "I'll be with you, I promise. Please."

And you left her alone with her pain, just like every other night.

Wanda would rather suffer in silence than make you see the pain scattering all over her body. She does not want your eyes to scan her battered body, it will break her to see you sob just because she has been careless on a mission.

It was not worth it.

Her actions shouldn't weigh down on your stability and as every mission piles one after another, it becomes more dangerous, more eye-opening.

She didn't want to admit it but what she has been asking from you was unfair. Asking you to leave her alone after making you see the bruises on her face or the remnants of the mission was unfair to you. She cannot just let you see she's suffering and pushes you away.

But that was the only thing she could do. She would rather be choosing that option over and over again than choosing the choice of completely leaving you. No more sights of bruises, no more her and you.

Wanda lets herself be selfish once more.

When the light rays of the sun push itselves through the windows of your small apartment, you wake up with the soft lips of your significant other.

Peppering your face with soft kisses, Wanda kneels at the side of your bed, leaning down once more to kiss your forehead, "Wake up, detka. I made breakfast."

You stirred in your sleep, hands reaching out to touch the cheeks of Wanda but hovered on top of it, halting your movements.

Wanda frowns.

You opened your eyes, "Is it gonna hurt if I touch it?" you point out a bruise on her cheekbones, Wanda stills at your question. Her heart plummeted at your fragile quiet voice.

She nods slowly, "You can touch anywhere, sweetheart. I am fine now, I visited the med bay while you slept, everything is fine."

You sit up on your bed, shaking off the sleep in your eyes, you stare at her. "Can I kiss you?"

Wanda smiles, leaning in, "You don't have to ask."

Meeting your lips halfway with the warm feeling of the cascading sunlight on her back was something Wanda wants to have for the rest of her life. The soft feeling of your lips against her, the smell of coffee, you. Everything is perfect for her.

And she knows a perfect person like you wouldn't last with a person so imperfect like her.

The bruises on Wanda's face were not halfway cured when she was asked again to go on a mission. It was still purple and swollen when she heard the call from Steve. A mission to infiltrate a newly discovered base of Hydra. It was located somewhere in Europe, it was miles away from New York, miles away from you.

It was just another day of you and Wanda lounging in the walls of your apartment, the chilling icy-cold air of the night felt sharp on your skin, her face was still healing from her past mission when she suddenly excuses herself to answer the taunting ringing of her phone.

She had kissed your forehead before walking away to give herself privacy and the kiss that felt comforting before weighs down indescribably in the depths of your chest.

You watch the frowning of her brows, how she nibbles her bottom lip to how the muscle in her jaw twitches as her head bobs in something that was being discussed on her phone.

You look away, eyeing the show you two have been watching, the voices on it fading out. You knew what was coming and you should be accustomed to it by how frequently she leaves for her job but it did not make it easier for you, it just became harder.

Her presence came like a tidal wave, scooting herself closer to your form as her hand snaked around your waist pulling you flushed on her. She kisses the side of your head slowly, her lips lingering on your warm skin.

You sigh, leaden feelings set heavily on your chest, "You're leaving, again?"

Wanda gulps the remaining bitter taste in her mouth, nudging your cheeks with her nose, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." you snap. You didn't mean to make your voice let out the feelings you have thrust down on your chest. But it did and it's like the small crack of an incoming big wave from a dam that's been left too full.

Wanda grips your waist, resting her forehead on your shoulders, she breathes in the scent you had emitted, "I'll be back before you'll know it, baby."

"You always say that and yet, you always come home months after." you ground your jaw hard and painful as Wanda snapped her mouth shut.

She lets you hear the silence of her essence, the slow breathing from her lungs, the flowery scent she has. She lets you have it, for she knows the truth of your words.

"I'm sorry," she starts, smoothing the skin on your waist. "I'll be back."

"How long do I have to believe that?" your voice wavered, any control you have left for clutching your feelings in your grasp is now gone. The feelings you had been feeling ran out of your mouth fast and heavy.

"I'll always be back, when did I lie, Y/N?" Wanda replies.

"How long till you just finally don't? I have seen you hurt so many times, Wanda. I don't want to see your dead body or– or do I even have the right to see it if it happens or will it be confidential?" you moved away from her, hugging yourself as you felt the heavy material of her sweater, making you feel more miserable.

"Don't think that." Wanda's voice was firm and hardened.

"I always think that! What do you think my thoughts will be after you have walked away to offer yourself in such dangerous missions." your throat closes up instantly, a sob breaking out of your mouth,

"You– you, you can read minds, how come you have never known I was hurting?"

Wanda's green eyes gleamed with sadness at your outburst. Do you have to ask such an obvious question?

Of course, she had known. She had always known how much she was weighing you down, how these frequent absences of hers are taking a toll on you mentally and emotionally. She does not want to acknowledge how she's taking the life out of you, how day by day your eyes have lost their light, just because of her.

She turns a blind eye to all of that. She always did.

She deserves to be a little more selfish, right?

So, she cradles your cheeks tenderly, your eyes burning with grief at a loss that you know will happen.

"It's gonna be fine, I will be back, I promise. Please, stop crying." she wipes your tears gently, the padding of her thumbs gliding smoothly below your eyes. She leans in to kiss it, shuddering at the wetness she felt on her lips.

"I'll be with you, baby. Please, stop. I'll be—" Wanda's lips instantly pressed together as you yank your figure away from her tight grasp.

Pacing away from her, your brows creased in apprehension, "It's either be with me or le— work." the timbres of your voice falters.

"I can't be here, with you. You had lost everything, Wanda. Why do you want to lose yourself? You have saved many, it's okay to stop." your voice pleaded.

Wanda's eyes swam with tears as she finally felt the cracking of the ground, the awareness of the reality that was unfolding before her eyes didn't feel real.

She didn't want it to feel real yet as her eyes settled on your dishevelled state everything came crashing down on her hard and excruciatingly painful.

She took a step forward, and with her shaky hands, she took your cold ones and brought it to her trembling lips. "Everything will be fine, please don't do this," she begged.

"I am so tired of crying myself to sleep. I have forgotten what it's like to have a mind so peaceful, Wanda. But my mind is far from peace if you are away from me," the vision you had before is long gone, replaced by a blurry sight of tears and heartbreak. "I am just asking you to stay. To choose yourself, to choose us and stay."

"Please, don't make me choose."

"Then, leave."

The hands grasped tightly on yours stilled. Wanda froze in front of you, her wide eyes staring directly at yours, she looks for a sign that you're gonna take back the words you have sputtered, that everything is just a mistake on your part but when you remained grounded, and when you let her hear the loudness of your silence, her face contorted in pain at your words.

She felt the walls closing in on her.

"Baby, detka, I have no—"

"You have asked me to not let you choose. That is an answer, Wanda." your voice quivered, and you whisk your hands away from her hold.

"Leave, I'm sure Steve will appreciate your early arrival." you turned your back to the woman you will be mourning, chest leaden with grief-stricken feelings as you grieve for the loss of your love.

And you left her alone with her pain, just like every other night.

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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 11/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25

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Lilith: Sign the papers, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Wha- Why?

Lilith: I don't think- This needs to end now. We both knew it won't last for all eternity.

Lucifer: Lily?

Lilith: I'm leaving.

Lucifer: Lilith, please! Talk to me! At least tell me why! How about Charlie! Our daughter, Lily!

Lilith: It’s just better this way. Believe me. You’ll understand someday. And she will too.

Lucifer: Is this because you’re afraid I'll overshadow and control you? That I'll hurt you like Adam did? Because I won’t. Lilith, please. I love you so much. I can step down! You can be the sole ruler of hell is that's what you want. Please.

Lilith: Stop this, Lucifer. Don’t make this harder than it is.

Lucifer: I.....can’t stop you, can't I?

Lilith: No.

Lucifer: I guess you’re the one doing the hurting this time. Is that what you’ve wanted all along?

Lilith doesn’t respond. She leaves.

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Lucifer awakens to the scent of Marigolds and the sound of strangled crying. He's vaguely aware of the weight of his body being cradled by someone, their tears falling onto his still form.

With a lot of effort on his part, he commands his vision to clear and the ringing in his ears to subside. Gradually, his surroundings comes into focus, revealing Charlie to be the one holding him, her face contorted with anguish that should never be present on his little girl's face.

'Who did that? Who made my Charlie cry?'

Her words tumble out in a frantic stream, but Lucifer struggles to respond, his voice caught in his throat. It dawns on him that Charlie isn't aware of his consciousness, her attention absorbed by her own distress.

Squinting against the haze of confusion, he realizes she's speaking to someone else entirely.

Charlie: A-angel hurry, please! I don't know what just happened. You're the number I- and I'm sorry please help me!

Lucifer can't hear what Angel was saying on the other end but they're muffled. Each unintelligible word seems to only worsen his daughter's tears, and oh, how he longs to comfort her.

Helplessness washes over him as he wishes to move, to reach out and wipe away his most precious' tears.

'That's what a good dad should do, right? Yeah. Yeah. It's kinda funny how Charlie is the one craddling me right now. I miss her baby days.'

He must have chuckled because Charlie whips her head down to him.

Charlie: Dad! You're awake! Thank you. You're okay, dad, don't worry. I- Angel, he's awake! I don't know! I just found him, oh god, Angel- I thought he-he-

There's frantic voices on the other line, the residents are all probably huddled in the phone attempting to calm Charlie down. Lucifer didn't get to hear what the overlapping voices were saying when the sanctuary's doors fly open revealing the radio demon.

Suddenly, the sanctuary's doors burst open, revealing Alastor. With a keen eye, he spots Lucifer and Charlie, and wasting no time before teleporting to their side in a blink, concern evident as he checks on them both.

Charlie: A-Al, thank god you're here. I- I

Alastor: My dear, you must calm yourself. Breathe.

Charlie: I can't!

Alastor: Yes you can. Count from a hundred backwards.

Charlie: 100, 99, 98.....80... I ca-can't please-

Charlie freezes as a gentle hand touches her cheek, prompting her to lower her gaze. With deliberate tenderness, he reaches for her hand, guiding it to his chest, positioning it over his heart. A silent reassurance pulses beneath her touch, the steady, calming rhythm of her father's heart.

Lucifer: I'm okay, duckie. Feel it. I'm okay. I'm breathing. I'm alive.

Charlie: D-dad.

Alastor: Match his breathing, dear.

After a minute, Charlie managed to calm down enough to form coherent sentences. She reiterates what she walked in on earlier and Lucifer is horrified. His daughter shouldn't have seen that but he's also berating himself. He knew that he shouldn't have told Keekee that Charlie could come. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID-

A snap of a finger stops the start of another spiral.

Alastor: None of that. We will have a talk about this but first, let us go back to the hotel for now. It must be uncomfortable laying on a frozen floor, no?

The King of Hell wants to say something but he knows there's no arguing with a fretting Alastor. Charlie is already outside on the phone again, most likely talking to whoever was at the hotel or maybe the Sins. He's hoping she doesn't call them right away; they're bigger worrywarts than him.

Charlie: -no no. He's fine now We're going to take him back to the hotel. Yes. Yes. Of course. Maybe in a few hours? Yes, I'll call you after we check him over. Yes. Thank you, Aunt Bel.

He yelps in surprise as the radio demon picks him up and holds him bridal style.

Lucifer: What the hell you doing??

Alastor: Why, carrying you, my love!

Lucifer: I can walk just fine.

Alastor raised an eyebrow at this then promptly dropped him.

Lucifer: Ow! What the fuck?!

Alastor: That does not look like standing. Perhaps it's opposite day today?

Lucifer all but growls but knows he's got him there. With a groan, he relents, deciding that he's going to be complain all the way back if he can help it.

Lucifer: Fine.

Alastor: What was that~?

Lucifer: I said fine! Carry me you tacky piece of shit!

He's pouting but he doesn't care. He's the King of Hell for Father's sake! Why is he letting this man bully him??

Alastor only smiles as he picked him up again. At least someone is enjoying this humiliation.

The way Alastor is holding him is doing something to him and had Alastor always been this handsome??

They meet Charlie outside already with one of their limousines. Thankfully, no reporters are camping anymore around the palace or this will be another big scandal that will most likely damage his image. Not that he cares what people in Hell think of him but whatever they they perceive him as extends to Charlie and he's not going to give them any ammunition on her.

Charlie: You sure you're alright, Dad?

Lucifer: Yes, sweetheart. I just want to be in a bed right now.

Alastor: I could always teleport you there, my dear. Would be faster than this death contraption.

Lucifer: I will throw up on you.

Alastor's eye twitches but doesn't say anything back. They sit in semi-comfortable silence the rest of the ride.

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Alastor: Charlie, why don't you talk to the others and your uncles and aunts about your father's condition? I'll take his majesty up in his room. I'm sure the last thing he needs is to be bombarded with questions at this time.

Charlie: You're right. Thanks, Al.

Charlie squeezed Lucifer's hand in a silent reassurance.

Charlie: I'll follow you later, Dad. Love you.

Oh, how he loves her so.

Lucifer: Okay, duckie.

He almost threw up when Alastor teleported them up to his tower but before he could, the sinner put up a lemon tea up on his face. Muttering a small thanks, the King of Hell took a few sips before deciding to lay down.

Alastor is still not interrogating him but maybe the other can smell his exhaustion. No. The guy did not talk at all. He only moved to sit by his side, leaning back to the headrest. Lucifer takes this as an invitation to hug the other's waist like a bolster and snuggles closer. The Sin of Pride feels his partner's hand combing through his hair and humming an old tune.

He's afraid of seeing Roo again as he tightens his hold on Alastor. The other doesn't even flinch and Lucifer is glad. Alastor usually doesn't like touch so whenever the other allows it, Lucifer savors every second.

Lucifer: I won't blame you, you know?

Alastor: Hmm?

Lucifer: If it's too much. If you wanna leave, you can.

The hand in his hair stops moving but Alastor still said nothing.

Lucifer: I'll remember you though.

Sleep is calling him. He only wishes that he'll dream of nothing this time.

Lucifer: I remember everyone that leaves.

He passes out not hearing Alastor reply, words laced with a genuinity no one else had the privilege to hear.

Alastor: I can assure you, my king, I am not one to give up what I adore that easily.

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I adore that Lilo and Stitch line. It really struck me when I first watched it.

YT also played this Hour of Joy VHS tape and that background tune really gave me inspiration on some future scenes. So, stay tuned.

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