#when we put them in the vials it was fine
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“Pearllllll, I’m bored.”
Gem all but draped herself over a nearby chair in Pearl’s living room, dislodging Olive the cat as she did so.
Pearl looked up at her from her notebook. “So I see. Tragic.” She looked back down at the pahe in front of her, underlined something.
“Pearrrrllll! I’m so bored!”
“You could go play a few rounds of decked out.” Pearl suggested, flipping a page.
“I already used all my shards for the week. And two of yours.” Gem complained, face-down in the seat, legs flailing out over the arm of the chair.
“You what?” Pearl looked up at her friend again, eyes wide.
“Nothing!” Gem coughed. “I just wanna annoy someone, cause some havoc.”
“Well you’re already succeeding at that.” Pearl muttered, putting her notebook to the side and looking at the mess of limbs that was Gem.
“Ugh. Impulse isn’t even around for me to bother, he’s too busy ‘hunting ghosts’ with Skizz and Scar and Grian. Why didn’t they invite me? I wish I could, like, haunt them or something. Possess one of their bodies and scare them.”
“Possession is easy.” Pearl said offhandedly.
“What?”
“What?”
“Pearlescentmoon! Do you know how to possess people?” Gem gasped, scrambling to a normal sitting position.
“Maybe…” Pearl giggled. “Who do you wanna possess?”
“Oh my god, Scar would be so funny to possess!” Gem said.
“I think we could manage that…” Pearl grinned, holding up a vial with a few bits of dark brown hair inside.
“How did you- actually, I don’t wanna know, I don’t want to have to go to court as a witness one day.” Gem said. “So, okay, how do we do this, then?”
Pearl pulled out a small, stained book from her bookshelf. “Leave it to me. Come back tonight.”
——
Gem and Pearl were sitting on Pearl’s floor in the dark, surrounded by candles. Gem was spooked already.
Pearl checked the time. “Alright, they should be there by now. You ready, Gem?”
“You still haven’t told me what we’re gonna do to put me inside of Scar.” Gem said.
“Simple. Drink this.” Pearl held out a bottle with a dull-looking potion sloshing around inside.
“What is this?” Gem took it and swirled it, frowning.
“Well, if you asked Scar when he downed the bottle I gave him earlier, it’s an energy drink. But it’s actually an awkward potion with a lock of your hair in it.”
“What? Ew!” Gem exclaimed.
“And you have the other, the one with Scar’s hair in it. If you want to possess Scar, that’s how you do it.” Pearl pointed at the bottle. “I’ll guard your body, as I’m sure Scar will be quite frightened to be so short.”
“Wait, he’s taking over my body? I don’t want him in me!”
Pearl snorted. “Ignoring that, what do you think happens to the other soul? It just hangs out? No, silly, it’s got to have a place to go. Scar’ll be fine, trust me. So, are we doing this or not?”
Gem took a deep breath. “This is insane. I should have just gone and killed Etho again. Whatever. Cheers, you weirdo.” She raised the bottle towards Pearl, and drank the entire potion down. For a moment, she and Pearl stared at each other. Then, darkness.
——
“Scar? You okay buddy?” Gem felt a cool hand on her face, gently slapping her awake.
Gem opened her eyes to find a dark haired man standing entirely too close to her face. His own face split into a grin.
“Scar’s alive, guys!”
“I knew he’d faint out of fear.” Grian’s voice came from a corner, not entirely hiding mild distain.
“Come on, man, let’s get you up.” Another voice, Impulse’s voice, came warmly from her other side, and Gem felt herself being picked up. She was set into a chair, and looked up at Impulse, Grian, and Skizzleman.
“Hi guys!” Gem said in her cheeriest voice.
Skizz screamed. Grian screamed louder and higher, clutching to Impulse’s arm. Impulse jumped backwards, falling on Grian, and they both hit the floor. Gem found the wheels of her chair and began moving around.
“Gem?” Impulse finally managed to stutter out, with Skizz and Grian hiding behind him. “Where’s Scar? And how are you… him?”
“Scar’s safe, don’t worry. Let’s go hunt some ghosts, boys!” Gem chirped, leading the way into the haunted house.
——
“Wha- Grian? Impulse? Rizzleman? Did I die? Hello?” Scar sat up, looking around the candle-strewn room in confusion. There was a movement in front of him, and a shadowy figure moved into the candlelight.
“Hello Scar. This is your own personal hell, where you have to pay for the sins of your shulker monsters.” Pearl said in a creepy voice.
“Nooooo!” Scar screamed. “I always knew it would end like this!”
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it's very bad no good cupcake baking time for the hotel crew (save them) (charlie did you think this throu-) (NO)
Charlie: “I have! The most brilliant plan for a group bonding activity!”
Angel Dust: “Oooh~ Bondin’ or bond-”
Vaggie: “You live here for free.”
Angel Dust: “Buy my silence, Vaggity Fair, cause’ it sure ain’t free.”
Vaggie: (groans) (slips him a twenty) “Go on babe, what’s the mission statement?”
Charlie: “We should all bake CUPCAKES together!!”
Hotel Crew: "......"
Husk: “…Why.”
Charlie: “Beeeecaaaause it’d be so SWEET!”
Vaggie: “And you also live here for free.”
Husk: “Not of my own free will I don’t.”
Charlie: “Aw c’mon Husk, please? Baking is probably KINDA like drink mixing, right?”
Husk: “It’s not.”
Vaggie: (SIGHS) (slips him a twenty)
Husk: “I’ve got cooking sherry around here somewhere, I think.”
Alastor: “How thrilling! Extreme heat sources, flammable liquids, and so many little bottles and vials that couldn’t possibly get mix up with anything in the pest control cabinet!”
Niffty: “Hee hee hee…. Rat poison~”
Vaggie: “Twenty bucks and you LOCK that cabinet, okay?”
Niffty: “Thirty and a new knife set!”
Vaggie: (has given up) “Fine.”
Niffty: “OKAY!”
Charlie: “We need to go shopping anyway. We’ll need flour and sugar and uhhhh flavory things of some kind probably and um, those little paper thingies- the cup cake… skirts?”
Alastor: “Glad to see how prepared our intrepid leader is for this marvelous expedition!”
Charlie: “Cup cake… dollies…?”
Vaggie: “I’ll handle it. You remember how to pre-heat the oven?”
Charlie: “NOT with actual fire!”
Alastor: “Aww.”
Angel Dust: (handing back the twenty) “I want a new pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. Mine broke~”
Vaggie: “I don’t want to know.”
Husk: (handing his twenty back too) “Beer.”
Vaggie: “Beer? You run the hotel BAR.”
Husk: “What, you think I nip stuff under the table at work?”
Alastor: “Oh there isn’t much thought needed when it comes to you, I’m afraid.”
Husk: “You think I LIKE that I do that? That’s the stupid hotel’s shit, can’t relax sneaking shots that aren’t mine, racking up a tab like that. This beer is gonna be only for me.”
Charlie: “Husk…”
Vaggie: “Great whatever, guilt free beer for the alcoholic.”
Alastor: “How touching. And I require-”
Vaggie: “What YOU need is a-”
Charlie: “Happy place!”
Vaggie: “-which I’m not picking up for you. I’ll get more cleaning supplies too while I’m at it.”
Charlie: “More? Vaggie, have some faith! We’re all adults here! It’s not gonna be THAT messy. We just need to measure things, maybe chop some stuff up first-”
Niffty: “KNIVES.”
Charlie: “-put all in a- blender-? A blender would work for mixing, right? Then pour the batter in the things and into the oven! Which I WILL remember to preheat this time. Without fire.”
Vaggie: “Good point.”
Charlie: “See!”
Vaggie: “We should stock up on first aid stuff too.”
Charlie: (pouting) “We’ll talk about it on the way.”
Vaggie: “Sweetie, thanks for wanting to help carry groceries, but I really think we need to divide and conquer here.”
Charlie: “Huh?”
Vaggie: “Husk is already halfway to the wine cellar.”
Charlie: “He wh- Husk wait! You can’t help make friendship cupcakes if you’re blackout drunk!”
Angel Dust: “Toots that’s the whole idea.”
Vaggie: “Fifty bucks if he’s still conscious when I get back. I’ll need him in the kitchen later if we’re gonna get through this alive.”
Angel Dust: “Spend it on getting’ him a really NICE beer and you’ve gotta deal.”
Vaggie: (eye twitch) “Why is all my money turning into drugs and sex toys?”
Niffty: “And KNIVES!”
Vaggie: “The one silver lining…”
Alastor: “You know, if you won’t extend simple shopping list courtesies to me, then I suppose I shall have to go shopping myself as well.”
Vaggie: “Keep your shopping on the other side of town from me or I’m coming home with a flat screen tv.”
Alastor: (annoyed channel switch sound) “….Noted!”
– LATER –
Hotel Crew: “………….”
Oven: (DING)
Vaggie: “…”
Vaggie: “….cupcakes are done.”
Charlie: “Oh yay. Whoo. Hoo.”
Hotel Crew: “…….”
Vaggie: “If no one takes them out they’re gonna burn.”
Angel Dust: “Let ‘em.”
Husk: “Little fuckers deserve to fry.”
Charlie: (exhausted) “No one deserves to burn for all eternity.”
Niffty: “Yeah! I wanna RIP THEM APART and STAB THE CRUMBS.”
Alastor: “Well that’s two votes for burning and two for rescuing, to a certain extent. I myself would like to try out these DARLING cupcake toppers that I found while out doing my shopping completely alone.”
Vaggie: “Oh my girlfriend’s dad shut up. You won’t die just because no one was listening to you for ten minutes.”
Alastor: “In any case, that makes three for rescue and two for burn, with you as the undecided vote, Vaggie. Choose wisely~!”
Vaggie: (sighing) “Someone hand me the oven mitts.”
Husk: “They’re in the fucking blender.”
Angel Dust: “What’s left of ‘em.”
Vaggie: “Fine. Someone move the pile of dirty dishes off Charlie so SHE can be our oven mitts.”
Charlie: “It’s so peaceful under here…”
Vaggie: “The friendship cupcakes are dying, babe.”
Charlie: “UggghHHHHHH ‘kay. Coming.”
Angel Dust “That’s what she sa-”
Vaggie: “KNIVES.”
Angel Dust “-cough cough cough! I didn’t say nothin’, I got a piece of walnut shell stuck in my throat!”
Alastor: “Usual night for you then, hmm?”
Husk: “Who the fuck put in walnuts?”
Vaggie: “Who cares. If they shelled them then it’s at least better than the coconut thing.”
Charlie: “Did we add anything that wasn’t nut related?”
Vaggie: “Uhhh.”
Angel Dust “Nope!”
Husk: “Is that the only thing you were keeping track of.”
Angel Dust “Hey I know my strengths and I’m stickn’ to ‘em!”
Charlie: “Speaking of strength and sticking… um…”
Hotel Crew: “……….”
Charlie: “They’re bubbling.”
Vaggie: “Yeah.”
Charlie: “Or, breathing?”
Vaggie: “Yeah…”
Charlie: “Is that normal? It feels kinda… not normal.”
Vaggie: “It’s. Impressive.”
Niftty: “They’re ALIVE!” (knife) “For now.”
Charlie: “Well I guess we shouldn’t REALLY judge them until we’ve actually seen what they taste like-”
Angel Dust “Not it!”
Husk: “Fuck no.”
Alastor: “I’m terribly afraid that I am on a diet.”
Vaggie: “You eat rotting deer carcasses.”
Alastor: “And THEY aren’t still moving when I chow in, ha ha!”
Charlie: “Okay well, I guess I’ll just…”
Vaggie: “Wait. You’re probably immune to half the stuff that’d kill us.”
Charlie: “Right, so I should-”
Vaggie: “You’re not a good example of what happens when a non-demon princess person eats these, sweetie. If wanna test for uh, quality control, it shouldn’t be with you.”
Hotel Crew: “…..”
Vaggie: “….hand me a cupcake.”
Husk: (edges out of the splash zone)
Charlie: “You don’t have to do this.”
Angel Dust: “But you totally should! After I get my phone out though, hold on a sec-”
Vaggie: “I’m standing right in front of Radio Head over here so don’t even THINK about recording this.”
Alastor: “Aww my dear little angel-”
Charlie: “Alastor.” (calm smile) (horns out) “Her name is Vaggie.”
Alastor: “-Vaggie, yes, I would almost be willing to make an exception to my own morals for you.” (grins at angel dust) “Almost.”
Angel Dust: (lowering his phone) “I was jus’ takin’ a selfie. You know. Since I’m covered in sticky white shit anyway.”
Husk: “This fucking sucks.” (shakes his paws)
Vaggie: “No. THIS does.”
Vaggie: (bites cupcake)
Hotel Crew: “……………..”
Vaggie: “….hm.”
Hotel Crew: (STEPS BACK)
Vaggie: “It’s… well it’s kinda…”
Charlie: (cringing) “Break up worthy??”
Niffty: “PAINFUL?”
Vaggie: “It’s.. Fruity..?”
Hotel Crew: (stares at still moving cupcakes)
Angel Dust: “No. Fuckin’. Way.”
Husk: “Since the fuck WHEN did they have fruit in them?”
Angel Dust: “They didn’t! I swear I checked!”
Charlie: “Are they, um, edible?”
Vaggie: “Well I wouldn’t sign them up for a baking competition but I’m not dying either, so.”
Charlie: (excited) “So we did it? We all made actual cupcakes together?”
Vaggie: (smiling) “We did it. Mission cupcake completed.”
Charlie: “HAHA YUS!” (fist pump) “FRIENDSHIP POWERRRRRRR!!!!”
Alastor: “Now now now, no cupcake is fully complete without a lovely floral topper!”
Angel Dust: “Ain’t THAT the truth~”
Alastor: “Which I bought. Alone. Without any second opinion to rely on.”
Vaggie: (rolls eye)
Charlie: “And they’re so cute! Thank you Alastor- you picked wonderfully. Everyone, get decorating!”
Niffty: (drooping) “No stabbing?”
Vaggie: “You can poke ‘em each with a knife to check that they’re done.”
Niffty: “HEHEHEH.”
Vaggie: “Poke them with the knife ONCE Niffty- hey- NO- don’t leave it inside-”
Angel Dust: “That’s what-”
Husk: “Will be on your gravestone if she fucking hears you.”
Charlie: “Awww~ Now they’re adorable AND delicious!”
Husk: “Don’t.”
Angel Dust: “I didn’t say nothin’!”
Vaggie: “I actually kinda wish you’d go back to sex jokes instead of whatever you’re doing to that cupcake”
Angel Dust: “There’s more than one kind of oral performance in the world~”
Vaggie: “Say that and then look at what Niffty’s doing to her cupcake.”
Husk: “Unholy fucking shit!!”
Niffty: (GLEEFUL CACKLING)
Charlie: “Okay well, we clearly each have our own… unique ways of enjoying these cupcakes. Some more uh, graphic and concerning than others-”
Angel Dust: “Why the fuck are the insides RED like that?! Who put in red dye???”
Charlie: “-but the point is we all came together to make these sweets! Which. Taste like strawberries?”
Vaggie: “I didn’t buy strawberries.”
Charlie: “A-at least it and the redness go with the rose themed toppers!”
Angel Dust: “Yeah, I mean, is it weird that out of this whole maybe-living cupcake thing, the professional spun sugar parts are the ones with the funkiest taste to ‘em?”
Vaggie: “….”
Vaggie: “Alastor. Where the fuck did you buy the rose themed cupcake toppers.”
Alastor: “Hmm? Does my private, SOLITARY shopping FINALLY interest you?”
Vaggie: “Where you literally on the other side of Pentagram City from me.”
Alastor: “I do believe that is what you requested, and I, being a proper gentleman even to someone who might be considered a less than proper lady, was only too happy to oblige!”
Charlie: “Vaggie are you okay? You’re looking kinda pale.”
Vaggie: “I’m.”
Vaggie: “Alastor did you get these rose themed toppers-"
Vaggie: "-in Cannibal Town?”
Angel Dust: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Alastor: “I did.”
Angel Dust: “FUCK!!!”
Husk: (hairball noise)
Charlie: “Oh no.”
Alastor: “Dear Rosie gave me quite the discount. Wasn’t that sweet of her?”
Charlie: “Oh. Nooooooooo-”
Alastor: “I think it utterly darling of her~”
Niffty: “Alastor, hey hey!”
Alastor: “Yes, murder of my eye?”
Niffty: “I stabbed my cupcake topper heheheh WHO did I just stab????”
Charlie: “NOOOOOO-”
Alastor: “I believe it was an unsatisfactory husband by the name of Bill.”
Niffty: (grinning) “A BAD boy?”
Alastor: “Not bad enough to escape Rosie’s Emporium intact but yes, in a manner of speaking.”
Niffty: “Oooh.”
Niffty: (snatches up another cupcake and hugs it) “For my collection.”
Charlie: “GAAAHM NOT HEARING THIS! I DIDN’T HEAR IT!”
Angel Dust: “GREAT CAN YA MAKE IT SO’S I DIDN’T EAT ANY OF IT EITHER!??!”
Alastor: “Not to your tastes, Angel Dust? And here I though you enjoyed have strange men in your mouth.”
Charlie: “DO WE KNOW HIS ADDRESS SO I CAN SEND AN APOLOGY LETTER???”
Alastor: “I suppose his business card might still be in the hand Rose tore off him-”
Charlie: “AAAAAGH!”
Vaggie: “Hostia. You really can’t not be the center of attention for five minutes can you.”
Alastor: “I can, truly I can and very happily! It seems however that YOU cannot withstand the consequences of your own, short-sighted actions.”
Charlie: “Um guys-”
Vaggie: “Oh yeah? You’re not the only monster here, dumbass.”
Charlie: “We’re getting a little off topic-”
Alastor: "But as I am the only one not mired in glorious self-pity, certainly I am the most impressive specimen here.”
Charlie: “Okay this is going a bit-”
Vaggie: “Impressive HA! Fuck your empty grin and your stupid suits. You’re not even the one with the highest body count.”
Angel Dust: “Are we talkin’ sex stuff orrr-?”
Vaggie: (takes topper off her cupcake and pops it in her mouth)
Hotel Crew: “………”
Vaggie: “What?”
Charlie: “Vaggie, um. Person.” (points) “Person food.”
Vaggie: “Sweetie, you know how murder crazy exorcist are. You really never thought we didn’t lick a little blood off our weapons now and then, to feel extra badass about slaughtering people sometimes?”
Charlie: (dazed) “I’m thinking about it now.” (covers cheeks)
Niffty: “BLOOD!”
Angel Dust: “Oh ew. Oh you're getting off on that- Oh that’s just-”
Charlie: “Part of her past, a thing EVERYONE has.”
Angel Dust: “BLEH.”
Husk: “Also step one to seeing her shitfaced.”
Charlie: “Ha haaa…” (claps hands) “Okay everyone- that’s a wrap on today’s bonding activities! I uh, I think we can save the clean up until we’ve all recovered from the actual cupcakes a bit, right Vaggie?”
Vaggie: (shrug) “Whatever.”
Husk: “About damn time.” (sighs) (walks out) “I’ll get the fucking vodka.”
Niffty: "HEE HEE." (carrying cupcake over her head) "TO THE COLLECTION!"
Angel Dust: “Hold up baby! I wanna get shitfaced too after this!”
Charlie: “Well I think it’s all very interesting! Angel stuff is interesting, isn’t it Alastor?”
Alastor: “Yes. Quite.”
Vaggie: “Uh-huh.” (slumps and drops cupcake) “Bill tastes boring as hell, by the way, maybe let Rosie know before she sells anymore of these.”
Charlie: “Oh? Maybe THAT’S why she gave such a steep discount?”
Alastor: “Perhaps.”
Charlie: “Awww cheer up Alastor. You can bring her some of our cupcakes as a thank you, now that we uh, we’ve um, had our fill of them already.”
Alastor: “Hmph.”
Vaggie: “Think I’ll head up now.”
Alastor: “While grabbing a drink along way, hmm?”
Vaggie: “Yeah. Why not.”
Charlie: “Vaggie-” (catches her hand) (squeezes) “-grab one for me, too? I’ll be right behind you.”
Vaggie: “…wine from the cellar then, huh?”
Charlie: “I’m having whatever you’re having.”
Vaggie: “Sweetie, you hate the shit I drink.” (small smile) “I’ll get us something from the cellar. Meet you up there.”
Charlie: “In a heartbeat.”
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “Alastor.”
Alastor: “Oh don’t scold me for her baggage, dear, I don’t make her carry it.”
Charlie: “I’m not scolding. I just- I get that you have this whole-” (air quotes) “-annoying big brother who hates being ignored thing going on with Vaggie, and while it IS kinda sweet-”
Alastor: (microphone feedback) “Excuse me?”
Charlie: “Could you turn it down a tiny bit when it comes the exorcist stuff?”
Alastor: “I do not-”
Charlie: “I know I know you don’t mean to make her all droopy like this, it’s boring for you, totally a killjoy-”
Alastor: “There is NOTHING enjoyable about that woman!”
Charlie: “-So maaaaaaybe back off a little when things get too serious?”
Alastor: “NO!”
Charlie: “Think about it okay?” (pats his shoulder) “Anyway, thanks for sticking around for the friendship cupcakes, see you at the next hotel bonding session, Dadastor!”
Alastor: “At the next-”
Alastor: “………”
Alastor: (hissing) “DADastor!?”
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#alastor the radio demon#angel dust hazbin hotel#husk hazbin hotel#niffty hazbin hotel#incorrect quotes#WHATEVER WHATEVER#it just happened whatever setting it free#do not know enough about baking to show it going wrong#/have/ made breathing cupcakes before
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Thank you for accepting my request!! It was delicious😭❤️ i love the way you write Hannibal. Not to be greedy or anything, could i request hannigram x ftm reader? He just took his first shot of t, and his two lovers want to celebrate *wink wink*
you’re so welcome!! this is perfect, i love it so much <3 i love all the ftm x [insert character here] i’ve gotten recently! it’s so inside my comfort zone it’s crazy <3 companion fic to this.
i hope you enjoy!!
hannigram x ftm reader taking his first t shot!
(reader wears a binder/is pre-top-surgery)
cw: threesome/group sex, praise kink, creampie finish, double penetration, oral sex (afab&amab receiving), anal sex (afab&amab receiving), p in v sex, fingering (afab&amab receiving).
thanks to your lover, hannibal’s, connections in the therapy world, you’d finally gotten your hands on something you’d been waiting on for what felt like forever: a prescription for testosterone. at this point in your social transitioning, you figured you were ready to take the next step. it was a little nerve-wracking, as most new things are, but so exciting all the same.
your other lover, will, had kindly offered to go pick up the prescriptions with you; you’d shown some apprehension at the thought, and he’d immediately offered his assistance.
once you’d gotten back to hannibal’s place, you got all settled in; your testosterone vials and needles sitting up on the counter. they looked a little daunting; you’d never used a needle on yourself before, so this was going to be a really different experience for you. the doctor had explained to you how to do it, and it seemed pretty straightforward. but still. nervous.
you didn’t necessarily want to do it with hannibal and will watching you; just because you were nervous you may look silly, and you didn’t want them to get worried if you did it wrong. but then again, you didn’t want to do it without them, because what if you did do it wrong?
you decided to do your first shot on your own; you wanted to make sure you could do it by yourself, and wouldn’t they be so proud of you when you did?
you took a breath, grabbing the stuff you would need and heading to the bathroom. sitting on the toilet, you prepped everything the way the doctor told you to, and prepared yourself for the feeling of the needle going in.
it was surprisingly easy, but the sting and pinch were going to need some getting used to. letting your breath out, you cleaned up and put everything away, opening the bathroom door to see the two men standing outside the door.
you smiled at them, shaking your head. “worried about me, huh?” you asked them. hannibal stepped closer to you and inspected you, asking you how you felt. “i feel fine,” you assured him with a small chuckle. “it went really well… it was a lot easier than i thought it would be.”
will smiled at you, nodding as you spoke. “we knew it wouldn’t be a big deal. well..” he corrected, looking at hannibal. “i did, at least.”
“we should celebrate, no?” hannibal asked, kissing the top of your head. “such bravery and expertise should be rewarded!” he exclaimed, leading you and will to the kitchen.
hannibal popped open a bottle of wine and started pouring three glasses, handing them out. before long, he and will were discussing how proud they were of you, making your face flush; the wine wasn’t helping, either.
“so handsome and so perfect,” hannibal said, in response to will leaning in to put a hand on your thigh. “both of you,” he added playfully, making will sport a wry smile. hannibal stood and walked over to stand behind you, massaging your shoulders gently. he leaned in to kiss will’s lips deeply. it was clear the two of them were planning a different kind of celebration. you were excited.
hannibal’s hands dipped to start rubbing your chest, his fingers brushing over your nipples once he’d found them. you leaned your head back against him, watching him and will kissing passionately. warmth spread into your stomach and you could feel yourself getting ridiculously aroused.
will pulled away from the kiss he shared with hannibal to start kissing you, his hands starting to tug at your clothes; he was asking permission, and you eagerly allowed him to undress you. hannibal watched the two of you, starting to undo his own pants and taking his shirt off. before long the three of you were undressed and the two of them started leading you into the bedroom.
will pulled you into his lap on the bed, his legs draped over the end as hannibal came up behind you. being sandwiched between the two of them turned you on an insane amount. will started to kiss your neck, licking stripes up your neck as hannibal leaned in to kiss your lips. both of the men’s hands explored your body, hannibal’s on your hips and grabbing your ass and will’s exploring your chest and pinching your nipples.
you moaned into hannibal’s mouth as you felt will’s fingers exploring your wet slit, playing with your clit while he teased your nipples. hannibal put his fingers in your mouth for you to slicken up as he followed will’s lead. he slid one finger into your asshole, making you moan and buck your hips against will’s fingers. will slid two fingers into your pussy, curling them up to hit your g-spot. the two of them played with you for a little while before you ended up squirting all over will’s hand.
the two of them praised you for how handsome you were, how well you took their fingers and came for them, peppering your skin with kisses before they moved positions. will laid on his back, starting to slide his cock into you, stretching your sweet pussy out. hannibal began to finger will’s ass as will fucked up into you and grabbed your ass. you leaned in to kiss him as he got finger-fucked, and then leaned back to kiss hannibal as he slid his cock into will’s stretched asshole.
the two men moaned in beautiful succession with you, all of you in complete bliss. their hands explored you and each other. after a few final rough strokes, hannibal bottomed out inside will and came deep in his asshole, making him in turn cum deep into your pussy.
but they weren’t done; hannibal slid his cock into your asshole next, making you shiver and whine, scratching on will’s chest. his curls lay over his face, covered in sweat. will hadn’t taken his cock out of you yet. he started rocking his hips again after you’d gotten adjusted to hannibal’s cock, the noise of the creampie inside you squelching as his balls slapped your taint.
the three of you finished again, and you were flipped over on your back so that hannibal could eat you out; his tongue was magical as he licked will’s cum out of your hole. his tongue slid in and out, and circled your clit. you shuddered and came a third time, grabbing his hair and wrapping your legs over his shoulders. hannibal proceeded to clean off will’s cock as well, will laying right next to where you were as he got sucked off. he gave you sleepy kisses, waiting for hannibal to come back up for air. the two of you shared slurping on hannibal’s cock until it was cleaned off, and fell asleep naked on the bed, fully satisfied.
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Quarantined
Cw: lab whump, sick whump, injections
Whumpee didn’t remember anything before the lab. They knew that must have had some kind of life because they were sure they didn’t grow up there. When they tried to think of what life was before, they drew a blank. Their mother’s face was just blurry enough that they couldn’t quite put it together. Their dad, was he even there?
Waking from their dream and shaking off the melancholy, they prepared for the day. They waited for their gruel to be pushed through the small window and awaited next directions.
“7.6.G it is time for daily assessments.” The tinny loudspeaker crackled to life.
‘7.6.G, that’s my name here, but, what was it before this?’ Whumpee wondered as they sat back in their facility-issued safety chair, bolted to the floor.
Someone in a white hazmat suit entered the room with a mirrored lens on covering their face so Whumpee couldn’t identify anyone.
“How are you feeling today, 7.6.G?” The suit asked.
“Fine.” Whumpee knew not to speak further lest they be punished. Do not speak unless spoken to, and make it short.
The suit hummed with efficiency as they took Whumpee’s blood pressure and oxygen saturation levels.
“Today is a special day! We are moving forward with testing on the project you’re involved in! This is good news!”
Whumpee smiled back at their reflection in the suit’s lens. The smile didn’t look genuine, Whumpee hoped it would fool the suit anyway. Whumpee had no idea whether it was good news or not in their case.
The suit left and after a while, Whumpee received a similar signal to sit in their chair for treatment.
‘Treatment? I don’t know if that sounds good to me..’
But ever so obedient, Whumpee sat and waited for this treatment. Two suits came in this time. Definitely not the one from the morning, they seemed very serious and carried a special cooler case with them.
“Identify yourself.” The taller suit barked at Whumpee.
“Uh, 7.6.G?”
The one holding the cooler case set it on the table next to Whumpee. Opening the case showed the interior was entirely covered in a packing foam to keep a small vial of clear liquid safe.
The tall one kept Whumpee’s attention as they asked them about how they were feeling and if they had generally good health, Whumpee wasn’t sure what this had to do with anything, and they didn’t really remember anyhow.
“We will go ahead with experiment XY70. You may begin.”
The second suit cleaned Whumpee’s arm with an alcohol pad and inserted a needle into Whumpee’s deltoid muscle. As the contents were pushed in, Whumpee yelped.
“Ow! It stings!”
“Sit STILL!”
Whumpee immediately quieted. They had misbehaved.
The tall one loomed over Whumpee.
“You had better hope you didn’t just ruin this experiment. You are the test subject. The throw away. I could easily find another and get rid of you just as easily. Do you understand? Do you understand that you’re expendable? Do you realize that I have chosen you out of hundreds of others and I have housed and fed you out of my own pocket? I just injected you with 1 million dollars worth of science. And you are still expendable to me. So stop talking. We will be back in an hour to check your vitals.”
The suits left and the tall one slammed the door to Whumpee’s room.
‘Well, I guess they’re in charge.’
As Whumpee’s heart rate slowed from their panic of being in trouble, Whumpee felt their eyelids starting to droop. Whumpee stood up to walk over to their bed and the room began to spin. Stumbling, Whumpee made it to their bed and practically fell into the spongy mattress.
Shivering, Whumpee pulled the thin blanket on top of them and curled into themselves to keep warm. The loudspeaker crackled to life. “Take your seat for the 1 hour inspection.”
Whumpee cracked open their eyes. That couldn’t have been an hour. Did they.. fall asleep? They wanted to get up. They had to. But they just couldn’t will themselves to do it. They felt exhausted. Any slight movement sent waves of pain that shocked them to their core.
The door opened and the two suits re-emerged from wherever the door led to.
“Why are you still in bed?” The tall one started, “The loudspeaker gave you an ORDER.”
“I- *cough* -I-I’m sorry, I- *cough* -I can’t get up.”
The tall one paused as the shorter one pulled the blanket back gently.
“Elaborate.” The tall one commanded as the shorter one listened to Whumpee’s heart and lungs.
“I can’t brea-breathe very w-well and I - *cough* I’m so c-cold,” Whumpee’s teeth chattered. “Any- *wheeze* -anytime I try to move, it f-feels like I’ve be-been hit by a train.”
The tall one recorded this in a notebook and their body language seemed positive.
“Well,” the tall one snapped their book shut, “it looks like you’re worth something to me after all. Congratulations. We will be monitoring you as the illness progresses.”
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Fatui Cat (Segment edition!) pt. 1
Warnings: like 1 swear and some fear of dottore from his segments. Oh and one of them drops the cat, dw its fine. This is more focused on the segment’s perspective but ill do cat POV next time.
Relationships: Platonic segments / cat!reader
Summary: The segments meet the cat. g/n pronouns pls lmk if i missed something.
Wc: 659 cries
Part 2
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The pursuit of knowledge never ends and thus, neither does the work of the segments. Each one, varying in ages and demeanors, bustles around the expansive lab with their own projects in hand. Of course, all must work to the Tzaritsa’s coup against heaven but such a large goal requires smaller tasks to build it up.
One of the younger segments, physically he looks to be about 10, is trying to figure out a better healing formula for the hydro skirmishers (Some blond kid keeps causing trouble and their losses have been too great to ignore). That might seem like a rather complicated subject for a 10 year old, but this is a dottore segment we’re talking about, of course he can accomplish this. After all, failure at such a menial task would result in termination and we can't have that. He starts with a flask of hydro, adds some crushed up violet grass, a bit of this chemical, a bit of that, and a dash of –
Crash!
The young segment yelps and drops the vial and its contents. The other segments look up from their tasks at the sudden noise but the boy doesn’t notice. He looks down at the disturbance at his feet and finds a..cat? What in Her Majesty’s name is a cat doing here? He picks it up to the worried protest of an older segment and raises it up. The little thing does naught but blink at him. It has a belled collar so it must belong to somebody, and oh that somebody is going to be in a lot of trouble when Prime finds out it caused such a disturbance.
“Ahem.”
The sound shoots a wretched cold up the segment’s spine as both he and the cat are shadowed by the imposing figure of Prime Dottore. He drops that cat and immediately turns to attention. He doesn’t hear the thing yelp in surprise.
“P-prime!”, shit. He’s not supposed to stutter, “Prime, sir.” Better.
“Care to explain the mess in your station?” Prime asks with a chilly calm.
“I was interrupted, sir, by that,” He points to the cat who is now rubbing itself, almost aggressively, on Dottore’s pant leg.
“They just wandered in like they owned the place,” a segment pipes up, drawing Prime’s gaze. He is older and confident enough to insert himself into the conversation, most of the other segments wouldn’t dare. The young segment is relieved at the shift of attention away from him.
Prime chuckles. It isn’t with malice, thank god.
“They might as well,” He picks up the cat with a surprising gentleness. Honestly, a few of the newer segments were surprised Prime didn't kick the poor thing.
“This is Zapolyarny Palace’s new royal cat - by order of Her Majesty.” Prime says with a flourish and barely restrained glee. Every segment in the room just stares at him, then at the cat, him again..is he serious? Since when was that a thing? If it has a title, does it have a job? Why then did it wander in here? Is it looking for pests? Impossible, the labs are kept meticulously – obsessively – clean (aside from the spill from earlier, must clean that up). A segment near the back raises his finger to ask a question but Prime cuts him off.
“As this cat has been blessed by the Tzaritsa, you will all treat them with respect. They may go where they please and none but the other harbingers and I may interact with it as I am now.” He puts the cat down and shoots a pointed look to the young segment, “You may return to your tasks. Oh and #7?”
“Yes, sir?” The little boy answers, slightly fearful of whatever punishment may come from dropping the cat.
“Do clean up this mess.”
And with that Prime Dottore leaves and all 7 segments stare at the now much more important feline sitting in front of the doorway
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A/N: hgnghgng sht im so so sorry this took like a month to write. I fell out of genshin and got obsessed with star wars and cries. I know its really short but im working on a part 2, just cant finish it cuz i have to sleep.
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Daemon Targaryen x OC (Stark)
So, this is my way of coping until the new season of House of the Dragon is released.
Synopsis: After Daemon is wounded during a patrol with the City Watch, how will his Stark wife react?
This is a oneshot, and contains adult themes, so anyone under 18, please do not read.
You have been warned!
Also, POV is from the OC.
Enjoy!
I had been having tea with the Queen and a few of her ladies, when word came that my husband had returned from his patrol down in the city. That was not the concerning part though.
“I heard from one of the men of the City Watch that he was wounded my lady,” the servant girl stuttered. “Wounded seriously.”
I got up from my seat, hastily made my apologies to the Queen, then made my way out of her chambers and down the many corridors, passing by a lot of nobles and servants, ignoring their enquiries and whispers, hurrying to reach our rooms.
I could hear my husband’s screams and curses all the way down the corridor that led to our wing of the keep. That put me a bit at ease, so I slowed down my pace, coming to stand right outside the entrance to our bedchambers.
“He is in a bad state my lady,” ser Frederick Selwyn, his second in command, said to me when he saw me. “He is wounded, but he is in too much pain to let the maesters sew up his wound. They suggest we try to give him something to sleep so they can help him, but he won’t let us.”
“I see,” I nodded, going through the half-open door, pausing when I heard another string of curses coming out of his mouth as he tossed a vial of something the maester gave him. The thing crashed against the wall, coating it with whatever salve was inside it.
“I will not be drinking anything you grey sheep want to give me,” the Rogue Prince yelled, turning away from the poor maester. He was one of the newer ones, barely three months here in the capital. Two of his acolytes stood in the corner, their wide eyes watching Daemon’s every move.
“My prince, you have to listen to the maesters,” ser Marwyn Westerling, one of Daemon’s close friends, tried to reason with him, but the Rogue Prince wouldn’t listen.
“I don’t have to listen to any of them,” my husband raged. “I am fine, I just need to rest a bit.”
I could see at least one wound on his right side, though it was a small one, and another on his left shoulder, bigger and deeper, both bleeding. His tunic was soaked through with blood, and yet he still didn’t want the help of the maesters. I knew well that his stubbornness would be his undoing. He’d rather die than let someone help him.
“Everyone, please leave,” I called out in a clam voice.
The maester jumped at the sound of my voice. He must have been scared out of his mind, after coming face to face with an irritated and wounded Targaryen prince.
“My lady,” he approached me, his voice dropping to a whisper, “if we don’t treat your husband’s wounds, he will bleed out.”
“I will take care of my husband, you can go now,” I assured him, giving him my best serene smile.
The men hesitated for a moment, but one look at the wounded dragon warrior was more than enough to convince them to leave. They knew better than to force their luck with him.
Ser Marwyn hesitated at the door, but I just smiled politely at him, nodding that I would be fine.
When the door closed, leaving us alone in the room, I turned to face my husband. He had sat down on one of the chairs near the balcony, breathing heavily.
“Rough day?” I simply asked, making my way to a nearby table, pouring a glass of his favorite strongwine before I walked up to him.
“Nothing a dragon cannot handle, she-wolf,” he spat, taking the glass from me and downing it all in one go.
I smiled to myself, amazed at how he would continue this little game we had going on ever since we were forced into this marriage. He would call me she-wolf, and I’d call him rogue dragon. We both refused to use each other’s name, if only to irritate each other. It worked, on both sides.
“Well, it seems this time the rogue dragon has bitten a little more than he can handle,” I nodded at the wound on his shoulder.
“This?” he wiped at it with his hand, wincing a bit as he touched it. “This is a lover’s caress,” he smirked, his eyes glinting with sass.
“Well, your lover has some pretty sharp nails,” I smirked back at him, unfazed by his barb. “What did you do, did you tell her that you found someone else and won’t be fucking her anymore?”
He looked up at me, his eyes wide.
“That is no way a lady should be talking,” he warned me.
“But I’m not a lady,” I reminded him. “We have long since established that I’m merely a she-wolf,” I shrugged, taking his glass to refill it.
As he drank his second glass, I went to a basin of water and drenched a piece of cloth in it. I made my way to him, then started to clean his skin from all the blood.
“Fuckin’ piece of work, he caught me by surprise,” Daemon muttered, leaning back his head and closing his eyes.
“Ambush?” I questioned, taking extra care around the wounds. The one on his side had stopped bleeding, it wouldn’t need stitching, but the one on his shoulder, that was another story. Whoever had hit him, it had gotten him good.
“That cunt was hiding behind a corner, with an axe at hand. Went right through my armor, would have taken my head off if not for ser Strong.”
“Why would someone attack you for no reason?” I questioned, walking up to the basin to rinse off the cloth. The water turned pink, darkening every time I dipped the cloth back in.
“Not like I have a great army of friends in the city. I probably killed one of his gang buddies or something, sliced his brother’s hand for stealing, cut his best friend’s dick for sticking it where he shouldn’t have, the list could go on and on,” Daemon shrugged, wincing as his wound gushed some more blood.
“Yet people still call you the Prince of the City and cheer for you at every tourney,” I reminded him, trying to clean his other wound. “Surely you must have some who like you, especially around the Street of Silk,” I smirked at him.
He looked up at me, his face growing serious. I didn’t know why he looked at me like that. It was no secret he was a frequent patron of the many brothels residing in the Street of Silk, both before our marriage and after. I ignored him, more focused on the task at hand.
After I finished cleaning his wounds, I took thread and needle, refilled his glass, then set out to stitch him up.
“Better drink that, this will hurt a bit,” I warned him as I threaded the needle and approached him.
He focused those dark violet orbs on me, and I found myself having trouble breathing for a moment.
I always had that reaction when Daemon looked at me like that. From the moment I first laid eyes on him, that fateful day at the throne, just before my father and king Viserys had announced that we were to be wed, the Rogue Dragon had stared at me with such intensity, I might as well had burst into flames right there. The weirdest part was, I had liked it. I wanted his attention. And he seemed to appreciate my presence, licking his lips as he eyed me up and down. It should have felt wrong, but deep inside me, I was thrilled that I appealed to him.
Alas, that had lasted all but a few moments. After the betrothal was announced, a surprise for him if according to his shocked expression, Daemon turned colder than the Wall itself. During one of the walks we were forced to take in order to ‘get to know each other better’, he made it clear to me that he had no intention of marrying me, but he was merely doing it because his brother forced him too.
Any hopes I had of a happy marriage vanished in a moment. Rumors of his previous marriage had of course reached me, but my father had assured me that I would be different. I was nothing like lady Rhea. I was the daughter of the North, lady Lara of house Stark, daughter of the Warden of the North and one of the prettiest maidens in all the Seven Kingdoms, as some would say. Yet, none of that mattered to Daemon Targaryen. He never acted according to rules set by others. He always followed his own rules, the others be damned. After that walk, he didn’t spend one second around me, preferring to spend his nights with his friends and his whores in the various winesinks of the city.
The night of our wedding, he came to my room and made it clear that he had no intention of bedding me, nor would he ever touch me. This marriage was forced upon him, and he had no desire to consummate it. It was a knife in my heart, a complete destruction of any dream I had for my marriage. I was not silly. As a noble woman and daughter of a great house, I was expected to marry for political or diplomatic reasons. Yet, I hoped that, maybe whoever I had to marry would at least make the effort to get to know me, and then he’d try to make this marriage work.
No. Not the Rogue Prince. He continued with his nights in the brothels and the training of his men, as if our marriage had not happened. I had to endure the whispers and gossip of the ladies at court, maintain a calm demeanor, while the wolf inside me howled with fury. At some point, I had fallen in love with my heartless husband, and therefore was doomed to suffer a marriage to a man that would never want me.
Many had suggested that I follow lady Rhea’s example and go back to Winterfell, away from the whispers of the court and my husband’s cold behavior. It seemed enticing, I admit, but I rejected the idea. I was not some measly girl that would run back to her parents in tears. I was a wolf, and I would show everyone that I was not afraid in the face of hard times.
Life went on and now, almost a year after our marriage, Daemon and I had settled in a sort of routine. We both avoided each other during the day, but made sure to keep a united front against our common enemies during assemblies or feasts. He never slept in our shared chambers, but was at my side whenever anyone tried to get a rise out of our situation and make a fool out of me.
Chief amongst those who sought to humiliate this marriage was Lord Otto Hightower, the King’s Hand. Gosh, how I hated that man. It was the one thing Daemon and I shared. Our disgust at the upstart lord from the Reach who sought to rule the Seven Kingdoms while trying to move the King around like a puppet.
It was during a banquet that Daemon and I first realized that we had that in common. We were celebrating the birth of prince Aemond, the second son of the king and the slimy lord Hand had the audacity to come to our table, baby Aemond in his arms.
“Such a delight that the king has another son to continue his legacy, isn’t it?” he had asked in that annoying voice of his.
“It is indeed my lord Hand,” I had agreed, trying to keep appearances. Daemon, on the other hand, didn’t deem it worthy to answer him.
“Perhaps you should make some effort to give a son to your husband my lady, it has been quite some time since your marriage, hasn’t it? Or has prince Daemon been keeping too busy with the City Watch?”
His comment and that sneer on his smug face made my blood boil, but I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Beside me, Daemon seemed ready to jump at him, but I took his hand in mine under the table, squeezing it slightly. He turned to look at me, a small surprise dancing in those dark purple eyes of his.
“My husband is doing his duty to his king, keeping the city clean of the criminals,” I replied calmly. “Perhaps you should do your duty and find a way to keep our people fed and busy, then maybe the people will stop stealing and murdering, and his talents with a sword won’t be needed so much.”
“Surely he can stop his patrols for a while to tend to you, right?” lord Otto turned to Daemon, and I felt my husband twitching to snatch the little weasel and crush him under his boots.
“I understand my husband’s duty, and I am patient. When the time comes, the Gods will bless us with a child,” I replied, still holding onto Daemon’s hand. Its warmth gave me strength, somehow.
“I did ask your husband to take one of my sons as his lieutenant, but it seems the Rogue Dragon is too proud to accept my help,” lord Otto sneered.
“Which of your sons, the one that runs after boys or the one that I squashed during my last tourney?” Daemon smirked at his adversary.
Lord Otto looked furious, but didn’t say anything.
“The City Watch needs soldiers with extraordinary fighting skills and the guts to do what is needed,” I intervened, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the banquet. “Who better to fill that post than the finest warrior of the Seven Kingdoms? I am sad to say that, according to rumors, neither of your sons are known for their prowess my lord,” I smiled sweetly at him. “Wasn’t it ser Gwayne who lost in the training yard yesterday, after ser Harwin smashed him to the ground two minutes into the fight?” I turned to Daemon.
“Why yes it was,” he smiled at me, that teasing smile that could make a septa give in to him. “The poor thing was on his back bleeding, when ser Strong had barely touched him. I assure you my lord, if I took him with me to the patrols, he’d run back to you in tears an hour into the service. How did he earn his spurs, I’ll never understand.”
Daemon turned to smirk at his adversary, his eyes shining with glee. “Then again, you were never known for your skill in the battlefield, am I right? Perhaps your sons took after you.”
The weasel looked furious, but didn’t say anything. After he left, I let go of Daemon’s hand, conscious of how long I had held on to it.
That night, as I was making my way to our bedchambers, I found him waiting for me outside.
“Something wrong my prince?” I questioned, confused as to why he was here this late at night.
“Why did you defend me?” he asked, straight to the point. His face was devoid of any teasing of playful tone. It was the most serious I had seen him since our wedding day.
His question took me by surprise.
“Why not? You are my husband after all,” I shrugged, pushing the door open.
“That is no reason to defend me,” he insisted, following me inside.
“Then I don’t know what to tell you my prince,” I shrugged, sitting before my mirror to take down the elaborate braids my maid had woven my hair into for the night.
“What do you have against him? The Hand never moved against you or your house. Why would you side with me?”
I sighed, the tiredness of the evening making me antsy.
“Look,” I got up to face him. “You might ignore it, but the fact remains that we are married. And though that is no reason to defend you, I do recognize that you do fine work with your men all around the city. You do what you were born to do, wield a sword and swing it on those who deserve to die. The Hand is too proud to understand that, and he decided to make fun of us and our marriage right to my face, in order to get a rise out of you and humiliate me. That is low, even for him.” I turned away, reaching for my hair brush.
“You could have kept quiet,” Daemon suggested.
“We are married my prince,” I looked at him sternly. “That makes you part of my family. I don’t let weasels like him hurt my family.”
Daemon stood there for a while, penetrating me with his sharp gaze.
“Good night my lady,” he nodded lightly, then turned to leave without another word.
From that day on, he became just a tad kinder to me, and I even caught him staring at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Just as he was doing now.
I pushed my anxiety deep down, and focused on the task at hand. I cut the tunic off of him, leaving his muscular chest bare.
“Are you ready?” I asked him.
“Go on,” he merely replied, taking another sip of his wine.
I came to stand beside him, then started the slow and painful process. I tried to keep the stiches as small as possible, to keep the wound from scarring terribly. I could see several scars on his muscular back and chest, remnants from the battles he had participated in. He was a true warrior, more comfortable in a bloody battlefield fighting his enemies, than in a palace full of courtiers, playing the game of thrones.
In a way, I understood his discomfort. He was a wild creature, preferring to do what he wanted over what was forced upon him. I too longed to be free to do as I wished, but my sense of duty forbade me from acting on my desires.
Halfway through the stitching, Daemon had consumed his fourth glass of wine, and looked a bit drunk. His eyes shined, and his face had turned a slight pink. He kept his gaze on me as I worked on him, and I tried my best not to flinch. This was the first time I had been so close to him for so long, and the fact that he was half naked only added to my discomfort.
Though I had never known the touch of a man, I was no stranger to what went on between a man and a woman behind closed doors. Prior to my wedding, some of my lady friends, the more scandalous ones, had dragged me into a secret corridor that led to a sort of observation deck. Hidden behind a wooden panel, we watched as two servants used an old storage room to house their secret affair. I still remembered the things that man did to his lover. How he used his mouth, his hands, his whole body to give pleasure to the young woman. I wanted to feel that, what it was like to be in a man’s arms, to be wanted, to be pleasured.
It was no secret that Daemon knew his way around a woman’s body. His many adventures in the city’s brothels spoke volumes. Many a night I had wondered what it would feel like to be in his arms, and the frustration only made my heart and my body ache more for his touch. And now here I was, as close to him as I would ever be, touching his naked skin with my fingers. So close, and yet so far away.
I was so focused on keeping my mind from focusing on our proximity, that I didn’t even realize it when Daemon spoke to me.
“What?” I uttered, my cheeks flaming in embarrassment. My mind had been traveling in paths too improper for a noble lady to consider. And yet, being so close to my beautiful husband, I couldn’t help but wonder.
“I asked, why are you taking care of me?” he said, his voice so rough, it felt like a rumble of a distant thunderstorm.
“You are my husband Daemon, that is my duty,” I sighed, tying off the end of the thread, securing the stitches.
“My previous wife did not feel inclined to treat me when I got hurt,” he commented.
“Your previous wife was not me,” I retorted, feeling hurt. How could he really compare me to his first wife, when he had not even made the attempt to get to know me better?
I turned away, reaching for the salve on the table beside him. I had to lean over him to take the small jar, and felt his chest touching mine as he breathed.
I took a small amount of salve and rubbed it on the wound, trying to keep my touch as light as possible so as to not hurt him.
“Why do you do this?” he whispered, making me pause.
I chucked softly.
“Though I do like black, mourning does not suit me my dear husband,” I shook my head, trying to brush off his question.
“I’m serious,” he growled, his arm wrapping around my thighs, trapping me in place.
“So am I,” I threw back at him, reaching down to rub salve on the wound on his side. I massaged it softly, helping the salve be absorbed by his skin, while trying to keep my mind from enjoying the softness of it, the strength that I could feel underneath my fingertips.
He let me go as I put the jar away and took the roll of bandages to tie off his wound. He leaned forward, letting me wrap the soft cloth around him, making sure both wounds were properly protected before I secured the end of the cloth.
I took a clean cloth and started cleaning the dirt and blood that was spattered on his face. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the cool cloth on his brow before he turned to look at me once more.
“Why do you tolerate all this?” Daemon asked, wrapping his arm around me once more, making my heart beat wildly in my chest.
“As I told you before, you are my husband Daemon,” I sighed, looking at him. “Whether we like it or not, we are bound together. For better or for worse, we are destined to move forward in life, until one of us is claimed by the Gods. By the looks of it, you will not be claimed any time soon. Now, can you let me go, I need to find you a new tunic to wear, and I’ll have to give my dress to the washers and hope they can salvage it.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he replied immediately, still keeping me pressed up against him.
“No need for that my rogue dragon, I can dye it if it doesn’t wash out. Perhaps a deep purple, like your eyes when you get angry,” I smiled, pushing a strand of hair that had fallen over his face while I treated him.
With a swift move of his other hand he pulled my face towards his, crushing his lips against mine. He took me completely by surprise, and my gasp gave him the opening he needed. His tongue slipped in my mouth, deepening the kiss and setting my insides on fire.
He pulled my legs from under me, making me land on his lap, never breaking our kiss. I yelped in surprise, but that only made him chuckle as he resumed his attack on my lips. I was completely stunned, too overwhelmed by the sensations to think rationally, so I just slipped my hand behind his neck, holding onto him as he ravaged my mouth.
We broke off for air, but I didn’t have the chance to say anything. He set me on my feet again, though I was glad he kept his hold on me. I wasn’t sure I could stand on my own, my legs felt too unsteady to support me.
Daemon slipped his hands low, never breaking eye contact with me, and pulled the hem of my dress up to my thighs, exposing my legs to the light breeze coming from the open windows. I stood still holding on to the back of his chair, breathing heavily as I felt his hand pull my leg over his lap, whispering words that sent a shiver all the way from my head to my toes.
“Ride me my wolf.”
I obeyed his command, lowering myself onto his lap. Even over my underclothes and his breeches, I could feel him, hot and hard, poking at me. I gasped sharply, clenching my legs around him.
“See what you do to me my she-wolf?” he whispered, caressing my legs lazily.
He nuzzled my neck, peppering it with hot kisses.
“Daemon,” I gasped, feeling so overwhelmed. I had no idea what was happening, but I was too weak to put an end to it.
“I like this, you moaning my name like that,” he purred, reminding me of the sounds Caraxes made when he was around his rider. He might be the most feared dragon amongst those in the Pit, but he was putty in his master’s hands.
Just like I was.
I barely realized it when I started rocking against him, trying to find some relief in the strange feeling I had between my legs. Was this what a woman felt when she was in the arms of her lover?
I paused, not sure what it was I felt at the moment.
Daemon pulled back to gaze at me when he felt me stop moving.
“What is it?” he whispered, his eyes watching me carefully.
“What are we doing Daemon?” I asked, my voice barely audible. I was afraid that, if I spoke any louder, the spell would be broken, and the moment would end. I didn’t want it to end.
“What does it feel like we’re doing?” he smirked, pushing his hips slightly at me, making his intentions obvious. “Don’t you want it?”
“I do, by the Gods I do,” I groaned as he resumed his attack on my neck, descending lower, nuzzling at my bosom while his fingers made quick work of the lacings on the front of my dress.
“Then stop thinking too much about it, and just let yourself go. Let the wolf go free,” he whispered, and the darkness in his eyes made something inside me snap.
I was the one that attacked him this time, searching for his lips as if I was roaming the desert and he held the last of the water in his mouth.
His fingers finally untied my lacings, and he pushed at my dress, letting fall to the ground. I was left in my thin shift and underclothes.
He went for my braid then, releasing my long hair from the ties I had secured them with. He pulled at my hair, not enough to hurt me, but enough to expose my neck to him. He nipped at my skin, marking it with his teeth before easing the bite with his tongue.
“Daemon,” I gasped, pulling at his hair myself.
He hissed, but the lust in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He got up from his chair, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me towards the huge bed not far from where we were.
He placed me softly on the soft sheets, hovering over me.
I pulled him for another earth-shattering kiss, and felt him slip his hand under my shift. He reached for my undergarments, pulling at it sharply, ripping it to shreds.
He attacked my neck again, almost rutting against me, and I thought I was going to explode from lust.
“Gods,” I moaned, pulling at him, trying to get some relief on the ache I felt between my legs.
Daemon chuckled.
“I know some of the smallfolk think we descend from the ancient Gods of Valyria, but I never thought a northerner would believe the same thing.”
“You cocky bast-” I started to protest, only to be silenced by the feel of his fingers enter me.
“Ah, so that’s how I can get you to stop talking,” my husband chuckled huskily, giving me another of those fiery kisses.
I couldn’t reply, let alone form any coherent thought. Whatever he was doing to me with those fingers, it lit a fire in my whole body, a fire I never wanted to get out of.
A pressure started building low in my belly and I started panting, as if I was trying to run a long distance.
“Come my little wolf, howl for me,” Daemon whispered to my ear, and it was all I needed. The knot that had been writhing in my belly suddenly burst, and I saw white stars explode behind my eyelids. An amazing sensation engulfed me, and I felt as if I was flying.
Daemon continued to caress me, prolonging this feeling, until I could take it no more. Then, he withdrew his fingers from my core, raising his torso a bit to take a look at me.
I couldn’t imagine what I looked like from his perspective. Panting, with my hair wild, my skin flushed, and my legs spread before him as if I… as if he and I had just…
I dared to open my eyes to look at him, and was rewarded with a hungry look that rekindled the fire in my belly. He looked at me as if I was his next meal.
As if he could read my thoughts, Daemon licked his lips, giving me another of his signature smirks before he reached for my shift. He pulled it over my head, leaving me completely bare before him. I had the greatest urge to try and cover myself, but I knew that would not please him.
“My little wolf,” he crooned, leaning down to kiss me, softer this time. “That was no true howl. Even after what we did, you still hold back. It seems I have to use other methods to let the wild beast free.”
I didn’t have the time to ask him what he meant before he burned a trail of kisses from my lips, to my neck, to the sensitive skin between my breasts, down to my belly and, before I could stop him, right between my legs.
“Daemon, what are you doing?” I dared to ask him, still dizzy from our previous tryst.
“Feasting on my darling she-wolf wife,” he winked at me cheekily, before descending upon my mound.
I moaned loudly as I felt him lap at my cunt, licking like a cat devouring a bowl of cream. I couldn’t control the sounds that left my mouth, nor my hips from moving as close to that torturous mouth as I could get them.
His mouth closed around something down there that made me scream, asking him, begging him not to stop. His fingers entered me once more, and the feeling was even better than before. I bunched up the sheets with my hands, trying to find a way to anchor myself to reality. There was no way this was happening to me. Another jolt of pleasure shook me whole, and the divine feeling shattered my body once more, sending me crashing towards oblivion.
I barely realized that the moans echoing around the room came from my mouth. What was happening to me? This was nothing like what those servants had done in the storage closet. The man hadn’t treated his lover like this, nor had she moaned the way I was right now. Was this a different way for a man and a woman to be united?
I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes until I heard Daemon’s voice, calling to me as if he stood far away.
“Lara,” he whispered, now leaning over me once again. His voice sounded like velvet, and my name coming from his lips like that was the sweetest thing I had ever heard.
I couldn’t reply to him, only gaze at his perfect face, all sweaty and… Was all that wetness around his mouth from me, from my…
“Want to taste your desire my wolf?” he asked, and the flames rekindled in me once more.
I knew I should be disgusted. What decent noble lady would dare to do such a vulgar thing? Those were things that only whores would do, and only because they got paid for it.
But I wanted it. I wanted to taste my desire, mixed with his taste. And I wanted it now.
I reached for him, uniting our lips in a sloppy, wet and absolutely amazing kiss that had me reeling. I moaned at the sweet and at the same time salty taste that exploded in my mouth, and licked at his tongue, wanting more.
He groaned deeply, and I felt something poke at my cunt, something long, hand and hot. I had been so lost, I didn’t even realize when he had taken off his breeches and now was as naked as I was, hovering over me. Daemon rubbed his cock at my folds a few times, then pushed in me, slowly, giving my time to adjust to him.
This new feeling had me gasping. It felt uncomfortable at first, but I was so wet, he slid in easily. I felt him fill me, bit by bit, until he paused.
I pulled back to complain but, before I could, he shushed me with his finger.
“This will hurt a bit at first, but I promise you, it is worth it. Are you ready?”
I didn’t dare speak, only nodded, trusting those dark eyes with my body, my soul and my heart.
With a snap of his hips, Daemon broke through my maidenhead, and I felt as if someone was slicing me in half. I yelped in pain, tears falling from the corners of my eyes. Daemon kissed them away, whispering to me that the hardest part was over. He stilled his motions, giving me little kisses to distract me from my pain.
And indeed, after a while, the pain faded away, leaving only pleasure, and a need for more.
I tried to move my hips, to get more of this feeling, and Daemon groaned over me. He started pushing further in, filling me to the brim with his cock. He pulled back, almost completely, only to slam back in me with a powerful move.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged him, moving with him, trying to get more, more, more.
His hands grabbed hold of my thighs, pulling me towards him, driving into me faster, harder.
I pulled him down for another kiss, this one the hottest of them all. He was on fire, as was I. I didn’t care. I wanted him to burn me, own me, destroy me in every way. I was his, and he was mine. Nothing else mattered.
Daemon quickened his pace, his pants echoing along with my moans all over the room. This time, the knot in my belly was tighter than I had felt the previous times, and I wanted to scream, to let the whole castle, maybe even the whole city know what Daemon was doing to me. I wanted everyone to know that I was his, and he was mine.
His pace became frantic, and I felt as if I was going to explode from pleasure.
“Let go my love,” he gasped, pinning me with his violet gaze. “Let yourself go wild, let go.”
The sound of his voice, those words, the way he looked at me, it was all too much. One last snap of his hips and I was gone, screaming his name for all to hear. He growled, a loud and primal sound that only added to the passion between us. I felt him release his seed deep inside me, and I thought to myself that didn’t want this moment to end, ever.
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I must have passed out from exhaustion, because the next thing I knew, I woke up with Daemon’s arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his muscular chest. I lay there for a moment, listening to his strong heartbeat, trying to accept what had happened between us. I was no longer a lone wolf. I had given myself, body and soul, to my dragon. That thought both excited and terrified me.
What if, now that he had performed his duty and made me his wife in every way, possibly planting his seed in me, he decided to go back to his old ways, and spend his nights away from me, in the company of his whores?
The thought was like a knife in my heart. It would devastate me if, after a taste of his fire, he turned cold once more. I didn’t know if I could handle it.
I slipped out of his arms, wrapping myself with a sheet and made my way to the balcony. Night had fallen, and it looked to be about midnight, the moon already high in the sky. I stood at the very end of the stone balcony, taking in the peaceful atmosphere of the night. It felt soothing, calming my nerves a bit.
I tried to think of the worst that could happen. If Daemon decided to go back to his whores and ignore me, I would have to continue pretending as nothing was amiss, keeping myself deaf to the whispers of the other courtiers. No doubt our night together was already known to the entire castle. There was no way the servants or the guards had not heard us. They would speak to each other about it behind my back, giggling and commenting how the wolf had not managed to tame the dragon after all, and mock me every time Daemon spent his nights in the Street of Silk.
My only comfort, the only reason to keep myself together, was if I had managed to get pregnant from tonight. If I had, Daemon would have his heir, and I would have someone to give my love to. I didn’t care if I gave birth to a boy or a girl. All I wanted was a child, something to remind me of the one and only night my husband had touched me, had been with me as a man should be with his wife.
My mind was so preoccupied with all those dark thoughts, I didn’t hear the silent footsteps behind me. Two strong arms were wrapped around me, warming me from the night’s chill.
“Why did you leave our bed love?” Daemon whispered, kissing me lightly on my shoulder.
My heart fluttered at the little nickname he used. Could he really mean it?
“I wanted to see the moon,” I lied, lifting my gaze to the almost round glowing orb.
“Ah, my little she-wolf, she wants to howl at the moon, does she?”
I giggled, turning to look at my husband. He looked so beautiful in the moonlight, his silver hair shining, the same color as the moon. He too had wrapped a sheet around his waist, leaving his chest bare. I was mesmerized by how soft and pale his skin looked under the moonlight.
“Wolves don’t howl at the moon,” I shook my head, twirling a strand of his hair with my fingers. “They howl to call out to their mate, communicate with them, let them know where they are.”
“That sounds romantic,” Daemon smiled at me.
“Yes, it is. Wolves only mate once in their lifetime, they never let anyone else near them if something happens to their mate.”
“So do dragons,” Daemon replied, caressing my face ever so gently.
Something in his eyes told me he wasn’t talking only about the dragons currently residing in the pit.
I stayed silent, wrapped in his arms. I had so many things to ask him, but I had no courage to do so. His answers could either make me the happiest woman in the world, or break my heart beyond repair.
“What are you thinking my wolf? I can almost hear your mind humming with how much you are thinking right now.”
“I… just try to think of what tomorrow might bring for me, for us,” I muttered, knowing that it was now or never. Might as well get it over with.
Daemon pulled back, his face scrunched in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I know you Daemon,” I sighed. “All this time we’ve been married, I’ve come to know a lot about you, even with the limited amount of time we’ve spent together. Ever since we got married, you made it very clear that you had absolutely no interest in me. But now, after tonight, things have changed between us. I… I have to ask. What do you intend to do from now on?”
Daemon lifted my chin, looking at me with those dark eyes I had come to love.
“What are you afraid of? What do you fear I’m going to do?”
I looked away, trying desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
“I fear that you will go back to what you used to do every night,” I said quietly, walking to the other end of the balcony. “Go out with your men, spend your time with other women, ignoring me, shunning our bed in favor of some lady of the night.”
My dragon approached me once more, pulling me into his embrace.
“My sweet, my lovely wife,” he sighed, leaning his head against mine, his forehead rubbing on the top of my head.
“Do you know how long I wanted to claim you, to hold you in my arms as we lay in our bed?”
I looked up at him, confused.
“Then why didn’t you, why did you treat me so coldly?” I demanded, hurt.
“Our marriage was arranged, just like my previous marriage. I was afraid, I thought you only agreed to this marriage to get into the royal family, to gain more power for your family, through me,” he sighed, his face turning sad. “I couldn’t let my heart be exposed, let my feelings out and get them crushed under your rejection. You were so cold, so formal with me, I had to keep my distance, to protect my heart.”
I could not believe what I was hearing. This great man, this famous warrior, the man who rode a fierce dragon with no fear, looked at me as if I might break him with a wrong move I made.
“I have not touched another woman, not for a while now, since that night that cunt Hightower tried to ridicule us both. I go out every night, looking for criminals to punish, using them to spend my frustration and fear, but I have not laid with another woman. None have touched me, nor have I touched them, this I swear to you.”
The sound of his words filled me with such happiness, I half-expected to burst from joy. I leaned and rubbed my forehead against his, smiling at how sweet he sounded.
“Your heart has nothing to fear from me my dragon, for you have my own heart in your hands. My heart, my body, my soul, my very being, it’s all yours, from this day, until the end of our days.”
My husband smiled, kissing me sweetly and deeply. I had no words to describe how I felt. I was no longer just me. We were one, connected in every way, body and soul.
“As I am yours my little wolf, in every way, until the end of our days, and beyond that,” he whispered, giving me little kisses around my mouth. "Come now, it’s getting cold out here, we’d better return to our bed.”
That night, we made sweet love to each other, not stopping until the sun’s rays broke over the nearby hills.
The next few days, several noble ladies I came across seemed to notice the bite marks my husband had left on my neck, but didn’t dare to ask me about them. They also didn’t dare to comment on the fact that, after his patrols around the city, Daemon returned to the castle every night, and the corridor outside our rooms echoed with our moans.
Nine moons after our first night together, I gave birth to a silver-haired boy. We named him Aemon.
#house of the dragon#daemon targaryen imagine#prince daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x oc#daemon targaryen smut
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Summary: Be the person you needed as a kid.
Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x teen!female!reader, Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova
Warnings: google translated Russian, violence, Red Room abuse, some angst
Word count: 9840
a/n: I just watched Black Widow and fell in love with Yelena again so here’s a fic for her <3
Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore
The picking of the run down Budapest apartment’s door Y/N and Yelena have been staying in makes her perk up immediately. The older widow would never pick the lock, she has the only key to the door with her.
She stands up quietly from the couch, climbing up to the beam on the roof with a help of a cabinet. Holding a knife tightly in her hand, she stays as still and quiet as she can. The door opens after a bit of struggling. Very light footsteps start walking around the apartment.
Y/N puts a hand over her mouth, holding her breath. A red headed woman steps into the living room. She’s pointing a gun forward, checking every corner. The woman doesn’t look familiar to Y/N. It’s not one of the widows coming to get her.
Jumping off the beam, Y/N lands on top of the woman’s shoulders, taking her by surprise and giving her an advantage. She wraps her legs around the woman’s head after kicking the gun away from her, and starts swinging the knife around.
However, the woman is more capable than Y/N originally thought. She throws her to the ground, but Y/N lands on her feet. She tries to go for the knife, but the woman is quicker. So while she slashes it around, Y/N dodges and fights back with punches and kicks.
She gets a few good ones in, until the knife slices her face. Y/N groans, losing her footing which gives the woman a chance to push her against a wall, trapping her.
“Who are you?”
“Я мог бы задать тебе тот же вопрос.” Y/N struggles against the woman, but the knife touching her neck stills her. “What are you doing in my house?” Her accent is strong as she stares at Natasha. (I could ask you the same question.)
“Your house? This isn’t y-“
“Hands off of her.” They both turn to see Yelena in the doorway, pointing a gun towards them. “I won’t tell you again, Natasha, let her go.”
Slowly, Natasha lets go of Y/N. She steps away from her and raises her hands slightly, showing she doesn’t want any trouble.
“У тебя все нормально?” Yelena keeps her eyes locked on Y/N, going up and down to see if anything wrong. When she nods, Yelena turns back to Natasha. “Why are you here?” (Are you okay?)
“Put the gun down and we can talk.”
“Not until you tell me what you’re doing here.” Yelena squints her eyes, taking a step forward. “And put the knife down.” Natasha rolls her eyes, but at the end of the day, she does as Yelena says. She didn’t come here to fight. “Come here, Y/N.”
“She’s the one who attacked me, you know that right?” Natasha watches as the young girl walks over to the blonde.
“She doesn’t know you.” Yelena mutters, moving Y/N’s head around. She gasps seeing blood on her cheek. “You cut her!”
“She attacked me!”
“I don’t care.” Yelena mumbles some curses under her breath while checking if Y/N has any other cuts or bruises on her body. “Hurting children.” She mumbles and clicks her tongue.
“I’m fine, Lena.” Y/N glances at Natasha, who is staring at the duo. She sees the care and softness in the way Yelena touches her. The way she’s genuinely worried about her. “She’s an Avenger, yes? The one you talked about.” Y/N whispers to Yelena.
“Yes.”
“Why is she here?”
“Great question.” Yelena takes her hand away from Y/N. “Why are you here?”
Natasha walks to the kitchen and slams vials of red dust to the table. Y/N turns to look at Yelena with wide eyes.
“Why did you bring those here?” Yelena takes a step forward, her voice loud. “Go clean your cut and I’ll deal with this.” She glances at Y/N before going to the kitchen.
Y/N sighs, going to the bathroom to leave the two adults alone. She grabs a bottle of alcohol and pours it straight to her cheek. She grits her teeth together from the sting. Grabbing a piece of paper and wetting it, Y/N cleans up the blood that has gone all over her cheek. The cut isn’t too deep, but it sill hurts. She puts the alcohol back and takes a bandaid, sticking it over her cut.
Her mind goes back to the vials that Natasha brought back. She didn’t want to see them ever again, she thought it was over now, that the Avengers would destroy the Red Room. But it seems like she’ll never be able to get away from it.
Suddenly a loud bang can be heard. Y/N grabs a smaller knife from her boot when she hears people descending from the floor on top of them. She presses her back against a wall next to the door, her heart beating quickly. The grip on the knife is tight.
She takes a deep breath and opens the bathroom door quietly. The whole apartment is foggy. When she steps outside the room, someone grabs her arm and pulls her away, putting a hand over her mouth. She calms down instantly when Yelena shushes her.
Yelena flips something so all the lights explode, pushing and pulling Y/N with her, dodging all the bullets flying towards them.
Natasha appears next to them. “Where are we going?” They start running up the stairs.
“Motorbike!” Yelena still hasn’t let go of Y/N’s arm. “East side of the building.” They continue running, at times ducking to dodge the bullets coming through the windows.
When they finally get to the roof, Yelena slams the door open. They run as fast as they can, very aware of the widow running behind them. Yelena finally lets go of Y/N when they slide down a roof. They jump to a pillar, holding onto it tightly as Natasha frees it and starts pushing it away.
When the widow reaches them, the pillar is already too far, so she jumps. Natasha grabs her hand. “I got you!” But her hand slips and the widow falls.
“Watch out!” Yelena covers Y/N’s head when the pillar crashes to a building and the two go through a window. “Are you okay?” Yelena helps Y/N up, quickly brushing all the glass away from her body.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“Of course, come on now.” Yelena starts jogging down the stairs, Y/N coming right after her. When they step outside, a dead widow and distraught Natasha is all they see. With a scowl, Yelena puts one of the vials back. “Do you believe me now?”
“How many others?” Natasha is on her knees.
“Enough.”
Natasha gets up slowly, giving the dead widow one last change before walking past Yelena and Y/N. “We need to go.”
The trio start running again. When they near the row of motorbikes, Natasha glances at Yelena. “Which one’s yours?”
“Black. Brown seat.” Yelena stops next to her motorbike, patting down all of her pockets. “Where are my keys?” That’s when Natasha shows the keys. “Сука.” She mumbles hopping onto the bike after Natasha.
Y/N starts hot wiring a motorbike next to them, hopping on right when it starts. “Go, go! I’ll come right after you.” She yells out when she notices Natasha and Yelena still haven’t left.
Yelena grumbles, but doesn’t get to say any complaints as Natasha starts driving. Y/N starts driving right after them, trying to get away from the tank that appeared out of nowhere.
They drive through a small alley to get away from it, only to be followed by a widow on a motorbike. “Shit.” Y/N mumbles to herself, going faster to catch up with Yelena and Natasha.
Just in time they drive in front of a tram, cutting off the widow. Their bikes slam to a bridge, making them fall to another street, on top of a car.
Y/N groans and Yelena is quick to help her up. The owner of the car gets out to check if they’re okay, but Yelena steals it using her gun.
“You can’t just steal a guy’s car.” Natasha chastises while getting into the driver’s seat. Y/N jumps to the back and Yelena is already seated on the passenger seat.
“So you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?”
“The damage is already done!” Y/N shouts from the back. “Get going.”
Natasha backs the car, crashing into someone else’s car. “Okay, any time now, please.” Yelena hurries.
“Shut up, both of you.” Natasha slams the accelerator down and starts driving away from the widow that finally caught up to them. At times they have to duck from the bullets flying towards them, breaking the windows.
Yelena glances behind, making sure Y/N is still intact. “Okay, you got a plan or shall we just duck and cover?” She turns to look at Natasha.
“Yeah, my plan was to drive us away.” Natasha’s eyes stay glued to the road. She swerves left and right so she doesn’t hit anything on the road.
“That’s a shit plan.” Suddenly Yelena takes hold of the wheel and jerks it around, so the car rotates 180. Y/N yelps from the sudden movement. Yelena kicks off the door, successfully knocking the widow down. “You’re welcome.” Natasha rotates the car over, continuing her reckless driving for a while before the tank almost slams into them. “Oh shit, he’s back.”
The tank continues slamming into other cars while trying to reach them. Natasha notices the Taskmaster pop up from the tank, readying a bow. “Put your seatbelt on.”
“You’re such a mom.” Yelena grumbles, but nonetheless puts on her seatbelt.
“You too, Y/N.” Y/N huffs out a breath of air and puts on the seatbelt.
An exploding arrow causes the car to fly into the air and flip around. Y/N holds onto the car seat tightly, holding her eyes closed as her head trasher around. The car, that’s now upside down, slides down the stairs to a subway station.
Natasha gets out of the car first, helping Yelena out right away. “Natasha, no.” She grunts. “I think I’m bleeding. I’m…” Grabbing a cloth, she tries to treat the wound, but Natasha stops her.
“No. Not now, trust me.”
Yelena drops the cloth. “Get Y/N out.”
Natasha turns back to the car, seeing Y/N hanging upside down. “Put your hands on the roof, I’m going to release your seatbelt.” She does as Natasha says, dropping down a bit gentler when the seatbelt opens. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes. Lets go.”
Yelena grabs Y/N’s arm and they starts running through the crowd of people, following Natasha. They slide down the middle of an escalator. A shield flies after them, getting stuck to a pillar. The trio run to an opening, leaving Yelena’s blood there before going up to a vent.
Yelena groans, laying on her back tightening a cloth over her wound. “You okay?” Natasha asks, watching her.
“Yeah. Great plan.” Yelena sits up, going next to Y/N. “I love the part where I almost bled to death.”
Y/N snickers. “Так драматично.” (So dramatic.)
Yelena flicks Y/N’s arm, glaring at her. “This is cozy.” She looks around the small vent.
“Barton and I spent two days hiding out up here.”
Y/N turns to look at Yelena. “Another Avenger?” She whispers her question so Natasha wouldn’t hear, slightly embarrassed she doesn’t know the world’s mightiest heroes.
Nodding, Yelena gives Y/N a small smile. “That must have been fun.” She goes back go the conversation. She stares at the hangman and tic-tac-toe games drawn to the wall.
“Who the hell is that guy.”
“Dreykov’s special project.” Y/N’s whole body shivers from the man’s name alone. She hates how much power he still has over her. “He can mimic anyone he’s ever seen. It’s like fighting a mirror. Dreykov only deploys him for top-priority missions.”
“This doesn’t make any sense.” Natasha mumbles in the middle of Yelena’s talk.
“Well, the truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details.”
“What is that supposed to mean.” The two stare at each other. The direction the conversation seems to be headed to, Y/N decides it’d be best for her to stay out of it. They’re sisters after all, or almost, she somehow remembers Yelena explaining the situation.
She shuffles away from Yelena, going to inspect the drawing’s closer. She touches the marks gently, wondering what it’d be like to stay in these vents for days.
“Y/N.” She turns to look at Yelena. “Everything okay?” She hums and nods. “Lets go then.”
Natasha, Yelena and Y/N walk into a small store in a gas station. “The Red Room’s still active. Where is it?” Natasha asks.
“I have no idea.” Yelena goes straight to the medicine shelf. “He moves location constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security.” She picks up a pack of ibuprofen.
Y/N looks around the snacks and drinks while the two talk. She isn’t really interested in their conversation, her legs feel like they could give out any minute and her head hurts.
Picking up a bag of chips and a bottle of water, before going to the cash register. She gives him a five dollar bill Yelena gave her. She goes outside to wait for the two, needing fresh air. Opening her water bottle, she takes a few sips, trying to ignore the very hurtful words flying around the store. To her Yelena and Natasha don’t seem very close. But what would she know, families aren’t her forte.
Yelena gets out of the store. She throws her arm over Y/N’s shoulders, patting her arm. “We haven’t had this much fun in a while, huh?”
“I would not call this fun.”
“What? Why not? This is very exciting.” Y/N hums, shrugging Yelena’s hand off of her. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just tired.”
Before Yelena can say anything, Natasha steps out of the store. “Lets keep moving.” Without another word, Y/N starts following her, Yelena sulking behind her.
During their walk to a small diner, the sky turns dark and the street lights turn on. Y/N keeps her head up, trying to see the stars. Yelena and her go sit down to an outside area while Natasha goes inside.
Yelena winces as she pours alcohol on her wound. Y/N stares at Natasha setting down two bottles of beer, in front of herself and Yelena, and a soda to Y/N.
“That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret by an older widow from Melina’s generation.” Yelena starts talking when Natasha sits down. Y/N remembers her talking about mama Melina, how they were a family. “I was on the mission to retrieve it, and she exposed me and I killed the widow that freed me.”
“Did you have a choice?”
“What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I’m talking about chemically altering brain functions. They’re two completely different things. You’re fully conscious, but you don’t know which part is you. I’m still not sure.”
When Natasha stands up to treat Yelena’s wound, Y/N turns to look the other way. Her eyes are stinging, but she doesn’t let any tears fall. She’s doesn’t want to be weak. Yelena has always been so much better at being vulnerable, telling Y/N many times it’s a good thing to show emotions. But she doesn’t know how.
Y/N doesn’t know who she is. She isn’t sure if she’s a good person. Maybe everything she did in the Red Room was actually something she wanted to do. Maybe she’s a bad person. It’s hard to tell. She doesn’t know what being independent is like, to make decisions on her own or build a personality. It’s all unknown.
Natasha sits back to her own seat. “Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones?” Yelena asks as she stares at the children playing.
“Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage. What about you?”
Y/N turns to look at Yelena. They have never talked about their real families. “They destroyed my birth certificate, so I reinvented it. My parents still live in Ohio. My little sister lives with me,” she glances at Y/N. “and my big sister moved out west.”
“Is that right?” Natasha smirks, holding the bottle close to her face. Yelena explains the story she made up about Natasha, how she’s a teacher and has her own family. It makes Natasha laugh. “That is not my story.”
“What is your story?”
Natasha shakes her head. “I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it.” She stays quiet for a while before turning to look at Y/N. “What about you? Your family?”
Yelena turns to look at her as well. Both of their gazes on her make her nervous. She shrugs, looking at the table as she plays with her fingers. “I don’t know. All I know is Dreykov and the Red Room.” Natasha hums.
“Did you ever wish for kids?” Yelena asks to change the subject, recognizing that Y/N is uncomfortable. “I want a dog.” She comments when Natasha stays quiet. “But no more kids, this one is enough.” She chuckles and points towards Y/N, who only rolls her eyes at the comment.
“Where are you two gonna go?”
“I don’t know.” Yelena stares at the table. “We don’t really have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere.” She lifts her head to look at Natasha leaning closer to the table. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Yelena laughs. “You’re going to give me some big hero speech, I can feel it.”
“Speeches aren’t really my thing.” Yelena hums. “It was more like an invitation.” Y/N turns to look at Natasha as well, curious about her proposal.
“To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?”
“Yeah.”
“Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?” Natasha nods. “That sounds like a shitload of work.”
“Yup.” Natasha sighs with a smile. “Could be fun, though
“Yup.” Yelena turns to Y/N. “What do you say?”
Humming, Y/N glances at Yelena. “I suppose. We don’t have a lot of choices, do we?”
“Nope.”
Natasha grins. “I saw where he put the keys.”
“Top drawer, green cabinet.” Yelena smiles, clinking her bottle with Natasha’s before taking a sip.
“So, who is she?” Natasha glances at the mirror over her, seeing Y/N sleeping over the backseats. “She’s young.”
“Yeah.” Yelena looks out the window. “She was in the Red Room with me, been there since she was a baby.” She sighs with a frown. “We were on the same mission, she was my back up I guess, behind me all the time. So when the gas hit me, the first thing I noticed was her pointing a gun towards me.” Chuckling, Yelena glances at Y/N.
“And you used the gas on her?”
“After a small fight, yes.” She looks at Natasha. “I wanted to be someone who could protect her, a big sister, because I really needed my sister at her age.”
Natasha stays quiet, her eyes on the road and jaw clenched. She does regret leaving Yelena behind, but she doesn’t know how long she could’ve handled staying there. Not that she was even a big help for Yelena in the Red Room, they didn’t do missions together after Ohio.
“I’m sure she’s grateful to have you.” Natasha says quietly.
Yelena hums. “She saved me just as much as I saved her. We’re a good pair.”
“She seems so quiet, considering you’re such a blabber mouth.”
“What?” Yelena has an offended look on her face. “I am not a blabber mouth.” She shakes her head with a frown. With a sigh, she looks down at her vest. “You know, this is the first piece of clothing I’ve ever bought for myself.” Her thumbs are under the vest, lifting it up.
Natasha laughs to herself, just a second ago Yelena was arguing she’s not a blabber mouth and here she is talking again. She glances at the vest. “That?”
“Wakey, wakey!” Yelena shakes Y/N’s shoulder, waking her up. “We are here.”
Grumbling, Y/N sits up. “Where’s here?” She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.
”I don’t know.” Yelena shrugs, pulling Y/N out of the car. “In the middle of nowhere, getting a jet so we could get to Alexei.”
“Alexei? Your dad Alexei?”
“Yup.” Yelena holds Y/N’s hand as they walk behind Natasha through the woods. She likes to have her close, especially when she’s worried about her. “We are breaking him out of prison.”
“Fun.” Y/N says with absolutely no emotion.
Yelena laughs. “Come on, it’ll be exciting! Doing things together.”
They can hear Natasha groan out of annoyance when they walk into a clearing. “I said we needed a jet.”
A man comes out of a very crappy looking helicopter, Rick Mason, the one who let Yelena and her live in the Budapest apartment. “Yeah, you know what you didn’t give me? Time. Or money. I’m not made of jets.”
“That’d be inconvenient.” Y/N mumbles to herself.
“I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro.” Yelena teases, walking closes to the helicopter.
“Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel for you and your kid not to your liking?”
“Ha.”
“Don’t let her wind you up.” Natasha grins.
“No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism.” He looks at the trio. Yelena is going towards the front window while Natasha checks out the back. Y/N is standing still in the middle.
“Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours.”
Rick scoffs. “You too, huh? Tag team.” He turns to look at Y/N. “And you? Do you have something to complain about.” His voice isn’t actually mean or demeaning, it’s more playful.
“I’ll make a list.”
“Ah, right.” He laughs. “At least she’s organized.”
“Aw, he’s sensitive.” Yelena stares at the window. “See why you keep him around.” Y/N goes to stand next to her as she breathes against the window, creating fog.
Rick slings a big back to the ground, which makes Yelena excited. “Ooh.” She starts rummaging through it. Grabbing a granola bar, she opens the wrapper.
“Oh, I stashed that like, five years ago.” Yelena still puts it in her mouth. “How is it?”
“It’s dry.” Yelena continues eating the bar. “It’s really dry.” First she lifts Y/N inside the helicopter, then she hops in herself with a grunt. “You want a piece?”
“Mm, no.” Y/N sits down to a bench, cringing at the coldness and hardness of it.
Yelena sits right next to her. “What’s going through your head, hm? You have been quiet.” She leans against the wall, staring at Y/N. “I’m worried.”
“I have just…been thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
Y/N shrugs. “Will you l-“
The slamming of the bag interrupts Y/N. Natasha steps inside and Rick closes the door. “Lets get going then. Yelena, I need you in the front.”
Yelena glances at Y/N, who has already put her attention to something else. With a sigh, she goes to the copilot seat.
“Y/N, here are some headphones.” Natasha straightens her hand towards her, still keeping the other hand on the helicopter’s controls.
Y/N grabs the headset with a mic and puts them on, hearing static for a while. “We are ready to go.” Yelena says, looking at the tablet in her hands.
“Today is your lucky day, Alexei.” Yelena shows Natasha the tablet. “Move to the door on the south wall.” Natasha keeps giving instructions to Alexei, at times glancing at the tablet while still flying the helicopter. Y/N doesn’t really pay any mind to it, not that she’d be able to do anything from her position.
“Y/N! To the front. Help me fly.” Yelena yells. Y/N stands up, switching places with Natasha, who opens the helicopter door and jumps out. “Such a poser.”
“Doesn’t that hurt her knees?” Y/N watches Natasha move and fight, holding onto the other controls.
”That’s what I’ve been saying!” Yelena shakes her head. They flinch when the guards start shooting at the helicopter. An alarm goes off. Yelena starts moving it around, the end dipping very close to Natasha at one point. “Sorry!” She lifts up a thumb to Natasha. “We’re all doing a really good job.”
“Do you know how to fly this thing?” Y/N holds on to the side.
“Yes!” She grunts as a bigger gun starts shooting the sides. “Okay, enough of this. Y/N, hold it steady.”
Y/N holds the helicopter as steady as she can while Yelena shoots a rocket launcher. “That was not a smart thing to do.” She mumbles.
Yelena turns to look at the mountains. A big avalanche starts coming towards the prison. “Whoa.” She chuckles. “This would be a cool way to die.”
“I can think of many way cooler ways.” Y/N mumbles, staring at the avalanche. She doesn’t like the cold, having lived her whole life in cold places.
When Natasha yells at them to get everyone out of there, Yelena starts moving the helicopter around again.
Natasha grabs onto the rope hanging on the helicopter, swinging around as Yelena does her best to avoid the explosions and the oncoming avalanche. Just in time, Natasha gets hold of Alexei and Yelena flies them away.
She laughs. “Yes!” Turning to look at Y/N, Yelena grins. “That was amazing! Did you see that?” Y/N hums with a slight smile. Yelena being happy makes her feel better. “Do you want to stay on front? Now that Alexei’s here.”
“Yes, please.”
Natasha goes to sit down to the side bench, putting on the headset, while Alexei leans out and yells in Russian. When he is done, he slams the door closed. “Oh, that was exciting.” He breathes heavily. “I’m so proud of you girls.” Glancing at Y/N, he grins. “Even you, unknown girl.” The tree of them stay quiet. “Oh, you can’t hear me, huh?” Alexei says louder this time. He puts on a headset while laughing. “Wow.” Yelena punches him in the face out of nowhere, which makes Y/N want to laugh, but she stifles it. Alexei groans. “Okay. Why the aggression, huh? Is it your time of the month?”
“I don’t get my period, dipshit. I don’t have a uterus.”
“Or ovaries.” Natasha comments from the back.
“Yeah.” Yelena continues. “That’s what happens when the Red Room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out…” she animates the ripping out with her hands. “…all of your reproductive organs. They just get right in there and they chop them all away.” She pretends as if she’s chopping. The whole description makes Y/N cringe, it’s not something she likes to think about. “Everything out. So you can’t have babies.”
“Okay, okay. Okay! Okay!” Alexei sits down. “You don’t have to get so clinical and nasty.”
“Oh, well I was about to talk about fallopian tubes, but okay.”
“It means so much to me that you came back for me.”
“No, no.” Natasha stops her right away. “You’re gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room.”
“Whoa, look at you, huh? All business.”
“Trust me, this isn’t pleasure.”
When they start talking about the West and Avengers and family, Y/N tunes it out. She isn’t part of the conversation and she’s not going to force herself to be part of it. It’s family business, and she is not included in their family, no matter how dtysfunctioning it is.
She frowns when Alexei reveals he doesn’t know where the Red Room is. This whole mission is starting to feel more and more impossible by the minute.
Yelena notices the defeated look on Y/N’s face. “Hey, we’re going to find it, okay?”
Y/N stays quiet. She keeps her eyes on the front, flying the plane with Yelena. She isn’t sure if she even wants to find the Red Room. That small part of her would just like to turn back and forget the place ever existed, but she knows that’s not possible. There are other girls and women in a position she was in for a long time and no one deserves that.
Even though Yelena would like to ask if Y/N is okay again and again, she knows not to. She’ll come to her on her own time and pushing her will never end well.
“Can we throw him out the window now?” Yelena glances to the back.
“I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude.”
Yelena nods. “Alright.”
“Почему бы не спросить Мелину, где он?” Alexei asks.
“Wait,” Yelena turns to look at him. “Mom Melina?”
“We thought she was dead.” Natasha comments.
Alexei scoffs. “You cannot kill a fox that swift.” Y/N cringes and Natasha ews at him. “What? She was the scientist, the strategist. I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did.”
“Wait.” Natasha leans forward. “Are you telling me that Melina is working for the Red Room present day.” Y/N blood runs cold from the thought of going straight to someone who is still in the Red Room, especially so closely.
“She works remotely outside St. Petersburg.”
Yelena lets out a laugh. “Uhh… I don’t think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg.” Y/N glances at the control panel. They definitely don’t have enough fuel.
“No, we’re good. We’ll make it.”
Y/N looks at Yelena, who shrugs. “Okay.”
The helicopter falls to the ground. Although it was a rather soft fall, Y/N still hit her head a few times on impact. She jumps out of the helicopter right as Natasha slides the door open. Leaning against the helicopter, she takes a few deep breaths to calm the ringing in her ears while the others look at their surroundings.
“You should’ve brought the Avengers superjet.” Alexei breaks the uncomfortable silence.
Natasha stands up from her kneeling position and starts walking, Yelena by her side. Alexei starts walking after them and Y/N behind everyone.
She feels like she’s intruding, so she stays as far away from them as she can. Especially, when Alexei starts running after Natasha. She doesn’t pick up her pace, making it even slower if possible. Y/N notices Yelena trying to look at her, glancing behind every once in a while, being so far ahead.
When Natasha and Alexei stop walking, Y/N stops as well, keeping distance from them as Alexei starts talking to the sisters. She sits to the ground while the three of them hug, or more like Alexei pulls them into him.
Yelena pushes away from him and walks over to Y/N, pulling her up and starting to walk again, now hand in hand. “You’re staying behind.”
“I don’t want to intrude.” Y/N mumbles. She tries to pull her hand away from Yelena’s grasp, but she doesn’t let her.
“You could never intrude.” Y/N hums, leaning towards Yelena when she notices she’s not letting go. “So, are we there yet?” Yelena glances at Alexei.
“You’ll know when we’re there.” Alexei starts snorting, imitating a pig.
The four of them walk up to a wire fence. On the other side of the fence, stands a woman with a gun. Melina, the mother of the family. Her eyes widen for a moment. She didn’t know mama Melina would be that Melina.
Melina looks at all of them for a while, the silence is suffocating, at least for Y/N. She isn’t where she is supposed to be. “Honey, we’re home.” Alexei says rather softly. Melina walks past them, towards a house. “Come on, girls.” He says as they starts following her.
“I shouldn’t be here.” Y/N whispers to Yelena. “I don’t belong here.”
“Of course you do.” Yelena whispers back with a frown. “You belong wherever I go.”
They steps inside the house after Melina. “Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home. Let’s have a drink.” She sighs.
Melina, Natasha and Alexei go all their own way, leaving Yelena and Y/N alone in the dining room. Yelena pulls a chair out for the both of them, gesturing for Y/N to sit. And she does, opposite of her.
Melina comes and sits next to Yelena, while Natasha sits next to Y/N. They all sit in silence as they listen to Alexei’s grunts coming from the bathroom.
“Who are you?” Melina asks, looking at Y/N. “I haven’t seen you before.”
“I’m Y/N. Yelena’s…”
Yelena swallows down a shot of vodka that Melina poured her before continuing. “Sister. She’s my younger sister. I saved her from the Red Room.”
“Right.” Melina downs a shot as well. “I remember now. I was there for your graduation ceremony, yes?”
Yelena and Natasha turns to look at Y/N, who keeps staring at Melina. “Yes.”
“Why?” Yelena moves her eyes between the two.
“I tried to run.”
“And she killed a few of the guards and doctors while trying.” Melina adds. “I was there that day, and Dreykov called me for help.”
“She held me down while the doctors made the procedure. I was conscious the whole time, that was my punishment.” Y/N whispers, turning to look at her hands.
“Jesus.” Natasha mumbles, rubbing her head while Yelena just stares at Y/N. She never told her this, it wasn’t something she wanted to share. It makes her feel so vulnerable and weak. Something she tries not to be, even around Yelena.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Yelena asks. Y/N just shrugs, avoiding her eyes. “We’re supposed to tell each other everything.”
“I didn’t want to.” Y/N mumbles. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Yes it is.”
“Not here Lena, please.” She looks up at Yelena, her eyes big and pleading.
“Fine.” Yelena sighs. “But later.” She commands. Y/N hopes there is no later.
Alexei clears his throat, making everyone turn their heads to look at him. He has a red outfit on. “Still fits.” Melina wolf whistles and starts clapping.
“Oh my God.” Yelena mutters to herself.
“I never washed it once.” Melina starts pouring vodka for Alexei. “Come and drink.”
Alexei starts singing a song, before sitting down and looking at everyone on the table. “Family, back together again. And Y/N.”
Y/N lowers her head and Yelena glares at Alexei. “Y/N is also family.” Alexei raises his hands in mock surrender.
“Seeing as our family construct was just a calculated ruse that only laster three years,” Melina glances at Yelena and Natasha. “I don’t think that we can use this term anymore, can we?”
It all makes the pit inside Y/N’s stomach grow. She doesn’t have a family. Every little thing in her life just keeps reminding her of it. She’ll always be alone at the end of the day.
“Agreed, so here’s what’s gonna happen-“
Natasha starts talking, but Alexei interrupts het by taking food and starting to talk over her. “Okay. A reunion then, huh? And, uh.. I want to say something right off the bat.” He stares at Melina while everyone else is looking at him. “You haven’t aged a day, huh? You’re just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage.”
Yelena takes another shot and Natasha cringes at his confession. “You got fat.” Melina mumbles. “But still good.”
“I just got out of prison. I, uh… I have a lot of energy.”
“Please don’t do that.” Natasha shakes her head, almost wanting to block Y/N’s ears who is just cringing in disgust. “So, here’s what’s gonna happen.”
“Natasha, don’t slouch.”
Y/N sighs at the new interruption. If this continues, it’ll take forever until they get into the Red Room. But somehow, she doesn’t mind. In some, very sad, way Y/N likes this. She likes to listen to them bicker and do disgusting things because that’s what *families* do. And she knows this isn’t her family, but for a while, she’d like to pretend otherwise.
“All right, enough. All of you.” Natasha glances at everyone.
“Me and Y/N didn’t say anything. That’s not fair.” Yelena holds a shot glass of vodka. Y/N isn’t sure if that’s her third or fourth one. She wasn’t offered any, Yelena glared at her when she even looked at the bottle. Natasha tries to start talking again, but Melina puts food on Yelena’s plate. “I don’t want any food.”
“Eat a little something.” Melina puts the food on Yelena’s plate before starting to put some on Y/N’s plate as well. “You too. You’re still young and need food.”
“You’re gonna tell us the location of the Red Room.” Natasha says, or commands. Melina nods with a small smile before she starts talking about Santa Claus and fantasies with Alexei.
Y/N glances at Natasha and Yelena, they look annoyed, especially Natasha. She can clearly see Yelena missed this. The way she always talked about them revealed it too, even though she never outright said I miss my family. She fits in. The four of them look like a good family in Y/N’s opinion. It doesn’t make the hurt any easier.
“Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. If’s unfinished business.”
”You can’t defeat a man who commands the very will of others.” Melina takes a bite of her food. “You never saw the culmination of what we started in America. Nor did you.” She glances at Alexei before standing up.
“Natasha, always focus, focus. Get what you want.” Alexei tells while Melina is away.
Melina comes back with a tablet in her hands. She sits back down an presses some buttons. “Come in.” The front door opens and a pig walks inside, right next to Melina.
“Did that pig just open the door?”
“Yes. It did.” Melina turns to the pig. “Good boy, Alexei. Good boy.”
“You named a pig after me?” Alexei stares at Melina.
“You don’t see the resemblance?” They stare at each other for a while, until Melina turns back to the tablet. “See, he sits just like a dog. Amazing. Now, watch. Stop breathing.” She slides something from the tablet and suddenly the pig is struggling to breathe. “We infiltrated the North Institute in Ohio. It was a front for SHIELD scientists. Actually, it was Hydra scientists at that time. In conjunction with the Winter Soldier project, they had dissected and deconstructed the human brain….”
The more Melina talks, the iller Y/N starts feeling. The sounds of the pig struggling aren’t helping her at all. Her breathing picks up from all the memories Dreykov made her do while she was under the chemical subjugation. She was his dog who would come to him at the sound of a whistle, who’d follow every command.
“What are you doing?” The sound of Natasha’s voice brings her back to the present, but her breaths are still short and her whole body is shaking.
“Oh, I am explaining that the science is now so exact, the subject can be instructed to stop breathing and has no choice but to obey.”
No choice but to obey. Y/N doesn’t know if she even has a choice now. She’s supposed to be free, but she doesn’t feel like it. Maybe it was easier to follow instructions. Maybe she was made to obey those above her.
“Okay, you made your point. That’s enough.”
“Yes, all right. Well, don’t worry, Alexei could’ve survived 11 more seconds without oxygen.” Melina taps the tablet, making the pig able to breathe again. “Good boy. Now, you go back, back home where it’s safe.” The pig stands up and leaves the house. “Good boy, Alexei.” She turns back to the table. “The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled. Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe.”
“And do you know who they test it on?” Yelena asks, looking at Melina.
Melina hums. “No, that’s not my department.”
“Ah, come on, come on. Don’t lie to them.” Alexei says.
“I’m not lying.”
“You’re Dreykov’s architect, huh?”
“What were you?” Melina asks him. “If I was his architect, you were his partner. You were his business partner.”
“No, no, no. I was patsy!” Alexei bangs the table with his fist, startling Y/N, whose senses are still on an overdrive. “He sell me ideology. All the white, bigger-“
“Shut up!” Natasha yells. “You are an idiot.” The table turns silent, Yelena looks like she’s about to cry and Y/N is one yell away from breaking down. “And you’re a coward.” She turns to look at Melina. “You’re a coward. And our family was never real, so there’s nothing to hold on to. We’re moving on.”
Yelena presses her eyes closed, lowering her head. “Never family, huh?” Alexei questions. “In my heart, I am a simple man. And I think for a couple deep undercover Russian agents I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?”
“Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection.”
“Who cares? That wasn’t real.” Natasha’s voice is louder than before. It makes Y/N shrink in her seat. The smaller she is, the harder it is to see her.
“What?” Yelena looks at Natasha, tears are threatening to fall.
“That wasn’t real. Who cares?” Natasha repeats.
“Don’t say that.” Yelena’s voice cracks. Y/N doesn’t dare to look at her. She’s afraid one look at Yelena’s sad face will break her. “Please don’t say that. It was real. It was real to me. You are my mother.” She looks at Yelena. “You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake.” She lets out a deep breath. “And none of you told me.”
The best part of my life, the sentence rings through Y/N’s head. Best part of Yelena’s life was with her family, her real family, not Y/N. She isn’t part of it and she never will be. She’s an outsider desperately trying to squeeze herself inside a family. But she can’t do that, she’ll end up splitting them apart.
She bangs the table softly. “And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe? That was me and Y/N.” She continues staring at Melina. She turns to look at Natasha. “And you, you got out. Dreykov made sure no one could escape. Are you gonna say anything?” When Natasha stays quiet, Yelena shakes her head. “No.” Melina tries to set her hand on her arm, but she shrugs it off. “Don’t touch me.” Grabbing the vodka bottle, she leaves the dining room.
“Yelena.” Natasha tries to stop her, but she just shakes her head with a no and goes to another room, slamming the door shut.
“I had no idea.” Melina whispers.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Alexei reassures. “I’ll go talk to her.” Alexei gets up as well, leaving Natasha, Melina and Y/N to the dining table.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Natasha sets her hand on Y/N’s arm, making her flinch violently. “Hey, hey. It’s just me.” Y/N keeps moving her gaze between Natasha and Melina. It’s getting too much.
“I- I need to go outside.” She whispers. When she stands up, the chair screeches as it goes backwards. She needs to leave, she can’t let them see her. Surely they’d kick her out right away.
“What’s wrong?” Natasha looks worried. Y/N doesn’t know if she’s just faking it, for Yelena’s sake, or if she actually is worried. She shouldn’t be worried. She can’t be.
“I just- no. Nothing. Time.” Y/N takes a deep breath. “Nothing is wrong. I need time. Please.” Her voice cracks as she stares at Natasha, her eyes pleading for her to let it go.
“I don’t know.” She mumbles, glancing at the door where Yelena and Alexei went. “You should go to Yelena.”
“Later.” Y/N whispers before going outside, not wanting to stay inside any longer.
When she steps out the door, Y/N takes a deep breath in, practically shoving the fresh air down her throat. She sits down to the ground, pressing her hands against the small rocks to try to ground herself. She counts the seconds it takes her to breathe in, and out.
Her breathing is more steady now, but it’s very shallow. She draws different shaped to the ground with her finger, leaning her chin onto her knees. Closing her eyes, she listens to the wind that’s picking up and a quiet sound of an engine, but she pays no mind to it.
The deeper she gets inside her mind, the less she notices things around her. Like the wind getting rougher in a fast pace or a whirring sound coming nearer.
Suddenly a very bright light shines directly at her face. Y/N groans, shielding her eyes with her arm. She gets a quick glance of people in dark suits before her world goes black.
Slowly, Y/N opens her eyes. She whines as a bright light is the first thing she notices. She tries to move her hand towards her face, but it’s stuck. Lifting her head up, she sees herself strapped to a table, next to Yelena. A doctor comes near her face, holding a sharpie as he starts drawing on her face.
The feeling of being stuck near doctors makes her heart beat faster. She tries to breathe as slowly as she can, calming herself down.
“Yelena, it’s me. It’s mama.” Melina’s voice is suddenly in her ear. She glances at Yelena, who is still in the same position. “You have a two-inch blade concealed in your beltline. Get you and Y/N out of there.”
“What?” Yelena says out loud, making the doctors look at her. “What are you going to do to me?” The doctor doesn’t answer.
“Outside right hip.” Melina’s voice comes back.
Yelena reaches for the small blade and holds onto it, waiting until the doctor is closer to cut through the straps and kicking him down. She knocks them all down quickly, letting Y/N free as soon as she is ready.
“You okay?” She helps Y/N down from the table, who nods with a small smile. Yelena grabs her vest, putting it on, before they start walking out of the room. “You couldn’t have told me sooner?” Yelena grunts at Melina.
“Don’t throw a fit.” Melina scolds. “There wasn’t time.”
Yelena grabs a few wipes, cleaning the marker off of her face, them turning to wipe it off from Y/N’s. “I can do it myself.” Y/N mumbles, trying to grab the wipe from Yelena.
“Nah ah.” Yelena slaps her hand lightly. “I will do it, because I’m the one who takes care of you and protects you. Do you understand?” Although Y/N thinks Yelena isn’t only talking about cleaning her face, she just nods. “Where did he take the vials?” Yelena asks Melina.
“Probably down to cold storage. Dreykov still has the widows under his control, so you two have to expose them to this antidote.”
“Yeah, sure. Easy.” Yelena and Y/N continue walking down an empty hallway. “Stop.” She sets her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, pointing up towards a vent. “We go through here.” When they get up, they start crawling through the small space, Y/N in front. “Why didn’t you tell me about your graduation ceremony?”
Y/N sighs. “Do you really want to do this here?”
“Yes.”
“Yelena-“
“Don’t Yelena me!” She practically hisses. Y/N knows is she could see her face right now, it’d show clear anger. “We’re family, we tell each other the difficult things we’ve been through.”
“But we aren’t.” Y/N mumbles.
“What?” Y/N shushes her, gesturing down to the hallway where guards are walking in a line. “Don’t you think we’re done here.” She whisper yells, which Y/N ignores. They wait until they’re out of sight, before Yelena opens the vent and drops down to Natasha’s fighting pose. “That was disgusting.” She says to herself, whole body shivering.
They sneak up to a lone guard, knocking him out efficiently. Yelena grunts and groans as they pull the guard to the door, using his hand on the scanner to open it.
After a lot of walking, they find the cold storage that’s holding the rest of the vials of antidote. “Melina, I found the location of the vials.”
“I’ve had a slight setback. You’ll need to get to the widows.”
Y/N sighs, but they start moving again. Their best bet is the training room, she just hopes they aren’t too late.
“What did you mean? When you said we aren’t a family.” Yelena holds onto the vials tightly as she walks next to Y/N, matching her speed.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t care. I’m not giving you a choice.”
“Because you already have a family! You have Melina, Alexei and Natasha. I’m not a part of if and I never will be. Because you’ll leave me now that you’ve found them!” The two of them stop completely. They stare at each other, Y/N taking fast breaths from the outburst.
“Yelena, Y/N, slight change of plan.” Melina’s voice interrupts them. “I completely demolished one of the engines and we are going into a controlled crash.”
“Fantastic.” Yelena mumbles. They start running to the training room, forgetting the revelation for now. “We’re heading go the widows now.” They burst through the door, but the whole room is empty. No widow in sight. “No.” Yelena grabs a grenade from the stand. “Come on, we can still get them.” They start running.
As they run, Y/N sees glances at the familiar hallways and rooms, dread filling her. The quicker they get out of there, the better.
“Here!” Y/N yells for Yelena to follow her. They turn to a room with all the widows and Natasha. Dreykov’s office. “The antidote!”
Yelena throws the grenade towards the widows. It explodes right above them, making the gas spread all over them. She goes straight to Natasha, helping her up. “Are you okay?” She brings her to the side. “That looks like it hurts. Okay. I take out on three, ready?” She pulls the knife without counting. Natasha grunts at the pain. “I’m sorry.”
“Mitä me nyt tehdään?” One of the widows ask. (What do we do now?)
Natasha looks at all of them. “Get as far away from here as possible. You get to make your own choices now.”
An explosion can be heard. “We gotta get outta here. We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?”
“I’m right behind you.” Natasha assures as the widows, Yelena and Y/N start leaving.
Y/N stares at the group of guard surrounding Dreykov as they get on a helicopter. Yelena is still further away. She can’t wait any longer. She starts running towards them, jumping on top of it on the last minute. Climbing to the engine, she takes out her staff.
Finally Yelena notices her. “No!“ She starts running towards her. “Get down! Don’t you dare do anything.” She yells, trying to get Y/N down.
That’s when Natasha starts running closer as well. “Don’t do it!”
Y/N holds on to the staff. “Thank you for giving me a family!” She yells with a smile before sticking it straight inside the engine.
It all happens so quickly. The engine explodes, sending Y/N flying. With a smile she watches the helicopter and everyone inside it burn. He is gone. He is finally gone. Then, she isn’t falling anymore. At least not at such a high speed. She sees Yelena holding onto her, a parachute on her back.
“Don’t you ever do that again!” Yelena cries. “Do you hear me? I forbid you from doing that ever again.”
“He’s dead.” Y/N breathes out.
Yelena smiles, cradling Y/N’s head in her arms. “He’s dead.” Finally, Y/N cries. She cries as Yelena holds onto her with all her might. Her sobs crack through her body. She presses her face against Yelena’s shoulder.
They hit the ground, but neither of them try to get up. Yelena is laying on her back while Y/N is on top of her. She brushes her fingers through Y/N’s hair as she continues sobbing, letting it all out.
“You’re okay.” Yelena murmurs. “I’m here. I’ll always be here and I’m never leaving you. You are stuck with me now, you hear me?”
“I hear you.” Y/N grips to Yelena’s suit, pressing her face against it. She doesn’t care its dirty, wanting to be as close to Yelena as possible.
Natasha kneels next to them. She puts her hands on either side of Yelena’s face. Yelena smiles, looking up to Natasha. “We’re both upside down.” She whispers.
She starts getting up with a groan, still holding onto Y/N tightly, who has now calmed down. Yelena smiles down to Y/N before moving to be face to face with Natasha. “Прости меня, младшая сестра. I should’ve come back for you.” (Forgive me, little sister.)
“You don’t have to say that. It’s okay.”
“Hey, hey. It was real to me too.” Natasha nods, pulling Yelena closer so their foreheads are touching. “Come on, сестра.” She smiles at Y/N, who stares at the two. “You’re part of the family now.” Natasha pulls Y/N and Yelena up, hugging them both tightly. She kisses the top of their heads, and Y/N just might burst from the happiness she feels. They back away from the hug as Alexei and limping Melina come towards them. “Everybody good?”
“I am clearly injured.” Melina states.
“You got something to say.” Natasha looks at Alexei.
“I’d just mess it up.” Instead, he reaches out to her, grabbing her hand to his own.
Y/N turns her head towards the sound of multiple cars driving closer. “Here comes the cavalry.” Natasha grins slightly.
“So, what’s our plan?”
“You guys go, I’ll stay.” Everyone starts arguing with Natasha, complaining how they fight together and her stubbornness. “You guys, go. Besides, if it can work out with the four, now five, of us, you know, there may be some hope for the Avengers.” She shows a small gap with her fingers. “Little bit.”
“Okay, well, if you’re leaving, then I guess you should take this.” Yelena starts taking her vest off. “I know how much you like it.”
Natasha laughs, taking the vest. “It does have a lot of pockets.”
“Very handy pockets, yeah.”
“He had widows implanted all over the world.” Natasha looks at Y/N and Yelena, giving the latter one last vial of the antidote. “Melina will need to copy the formula, but you two should be the ones to tell them it’s over.”
One of the Red Room planes descends near them. All of the now freed widows come out of it. Yelena walks over to them.
“Hey.” Melina turns to Natasha. “You take care of yourself, okay?”
Natasha grabs Melina’s hand. “Don’t worry, I got this.”
“I know.”
Melina and Alexei walk away, but Y/N stays behind, staring at Natasha. “Thank you.” She whispers.
“Don’t thank me.” Natasha smiles. “You’re in this family now, better get ready to stay in it for the rest of your life. We’re not that easy to get rid of.”
Y/N laughs a teary laugh. She lunges at Natasha, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m ready.” Her voice is mumbled out from pressing her face against her. Natasha laughs, squeezing her tightly before letting go. With one last smile, Y/N walks over to Yelena.
Yelena grabs Y/N’s hand. She looks over to Natasha and whistles. When Natasha whistles back, she smiles and nods. Walking to the plane, hand in hand with Y/N.
They sit down and the plane starts flying.
“Hey, Y/N.” Melina sets her hand on her arm to get her attention. She turns to look at her. “I’m sorry, for what happened in the Red Room.”
“It’s okay.” Y/N smiles. “You were trapped there too.”
“Still,” she rubs her arm in a comforting manner. “I’m sorry. I’m glad Yelena got you out.”
Y/N glances at Yelena, who is sitting next to her, talking to another widow. “Me too. She’s my sister.”
Y/N slams the car door closed, watching as Fanny runs right past her. She walks behind Yelena. The whole car ride there was quiet, Y/N didn’t know what to say, if she even should say anything. She doubts there’s anything that’d help the grief Yelena is feeling. And she’s mourning too, though at times she wonders if she’d allowed to. Anytime those feelings come, though, Yelena seems to be there to remind it’s okay for her to be sad.
Yelena cleans up the grave, while Y/N kneels im front of it. She isn’t sure if her legs would hold her.
Natasha Romanoff
Daughter Sister Avenger
Yelena presses her head against the side of the grave. Whistling to it and then pausing, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would answer.
She stands and helps Y/N up as well. They stare at the gravestone in silence, until the sound of blowing a nose disturbs them. Turning to look at the person, they see Valentina.
“Wow, sorry.” She sniffles. “I’m allergic to the Midwest. What this woman did, honestly, I can’t even imagine.”
“You’re not supposed to be bothering us on out holiday time, Valentina.” Yelena comments, refusing to look at her.
“Oh, bothering you? Oh, no, no. I’m just here paying my respects.”
Yelena hums, not believing a word that comes out of her mouth. “You know, coming here makes you look desperate.” They laugh, but Yelena turns serious very quickly. “We want a raise.”
“Oh, yeah. You and me both. Believe me, you’re gonna earn it.” Valentina takes out a tablet. “I’ve got your next target. Thought I’d hand-deliver it. Maybe you two would like a shot at the man responsible for your sister’s death.” Yelena takes the tablet, showing it to Y/N as well. “Kind of a cutie, don’t you think?”
Y/N stares at the picture. Clint Barton, an Avenger, the one Natasha was stuck in Budapest with. She turns to look at Yelena, who has mostly a emotionless look on her face, but she can see the fury deep within.
Here they go again.
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The new Medical Examiner stayed in the basement. When she went out on a scene, she was covered head to foot in tyvek, a floppy hat on her head, an umbrella held over her.
"Cause of death?"
"Impossible to determine at this stage," Doctor Maura Isles said, despite the gaping wound in the torso. Jane sighed and shook her head, shifting the umbrella she held for the doctor, who fixed her in place with a stare.
"I burn very easily," Maura reminded her.
"Yeah, you said," Jane said, rolling her eyes. She held the umbrella still, though, looking down at the other woman. Pale, pale skin, the kind that would burn easily. Dark clothes - although Jane was also in dark clothes the didn't seem to contrast so starkly against her tanned skin. Red, red lips. Maura looked up again, and Jane looked away quickly, swallowing. She saw Maura's nostrils flare, a little smile on those taunting lips.
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In the morgue, Maura seemed even smaller and paler, the bright lights flooding her out, making her blue veins visible. Jane paced nervously, but Maura didn't seem to mind. She seemed to welcome the company. The blinds were closed, and the evening was rolling in.
Jane paused as Maura drew some blood, watching the way Maura licked her lips as she did so. Maura looked up, startled, then put the vials on the lab tray.
"He's missing half his torso, what is his blood going to tell you?"
"You'd be surprised," Maura said, taking them into the lab. Jane stared down into the ragged hole where internal organs should be. Maura came back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before sliding her glove back on.
The autopsy was short, mostly because there were no organs to retrieve or examine. Jane helped Maura slide the body into cold storage, as much forensic evidence as they could retrieve already stored in the lab. Jane followed Maura in, taking off her gown and leaving it in the receptacle. Maura followed suit, removing her gloves too. There was a smudge of blood where Maura had wiped her mouth, and there was a test tube missing.
That wouldn't be suspicious if there hadn't been a spate of drained bodies around the city.
Jane looked away quickly as Maura washed her hands.
"I'm done."
"Do you want to grab some dinner?"
"I had a snack earlier, I'm fine."
"A drink, then?"
Maura eyed Jane with curiousity. Then she nodded.
"Sure. Why not?"
---
Jane had thought of the new ME as a quiet, serious woman, but after a drink or two she relaxed. Her smile came more readily. She had two little teeth that were very cute, a little sharp, a little pointed.
"I live right around the corner," Jane said, when the bar closed down. Maura nodded and followed her. She paused in the doorway, peering in, her nose scrunched as she took in the hockey sticks and trophy case.
"Come in, come in," Jane said impatiently. She staggered over to the kitchen cabinet. "Anything to drink? I have, like, green tea. And coffee."
"Coffee?"
"Powdered." Jane's nose scrunched, and Maura chuckled, closing the door behind her. Her hazel eyes flashed with mischief as she closed in on Jane.
"I think we both know I'm not here for something to drink," Maura said, her voice low and husky. Her hands closed around Jane's hips, gripping them tight as she tilted her head back to look up into Jane's face. "But I am very, very thirsty. Seeing you swagger around with all your long limbs all day. The way you bite your lip when you look at me. The way I can see your abs though your shirt." Maura bit her own lip, her elongated eye teeth catching and pulling at the plush, plump flesh. "Tell me I'm wrong?"
"You're not wrong," Jane rasped, her voice caught in her chest. She couldn't quite close the gap between them, but Maura didn't hesitate, brushing her lips against Jane's with a satisfied exhale that slipped past Jane's open lips and lodged in her chest. She found her own hands grasping Maura, pulling her closer, those teeth retracting when they scraped her lips. Their height difference meant Maura had easy access to Jane's throat, which she pressed her lips to, scraping her teeth lightly against Jane's jugular, making Jane shudder and remember the little spot of red she'd seen on Maura's lips as she came back from the lab, the reddish brown stain Mara had washed from her hand where she'd wiped it. Jane led Maura into the bedroom, but Maura baulked at the door.
Jane had a cross over the bed. Maura hissed, eyeing it with distaste. Her teeth seemed longer now, somehow. Jane quirked an eyebrow at Maura's reaction.
"I'm really only lapsed Catholic," Jane told Maura. "My mother insisted. I think she thought it would keep me from premarital sex. If it bothers you I'll take it down." Jane plucked it from the wall and shoved it in a drawer. She went to touch Maura, but the other woman pulled away with another hiss.
"We should wash our hands, if we're going to continue. We've been out in a bar, and there are places I'd like to touch you without introducing foreign bacteria."
Jane rolled her eyes but complied easily, not even having second thoughts about her first time with a woman. Maura kissed the back of her neck as she washed up, and then washed her own hands, dragging Jane back to the bedroom.
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Jane woke with Maura's head on her chest. The light was filtering in through Jane's net curtains, and she sighed contentedly. The light struck Maura's bare shoulder, and her skin started to simmer, as though it was a steak on a griddle. Jane covered the shoulder with a sheet, not worried at all.
Maura woke, flinching from the sunlight.
"So. You're a vampire, huh?"
"What gave it away?" Maura asked breezily, not worried about having her cover blown.
"I had to invite you in. The cross scared you. Your skin smokes in sunlight."
"You're remarkably calm."
"You know what Hoyt did to me. This doesn't come close. Besides, only someone like me could have survived him."
"I knew you smelled of something. What are you?"
"Succubus, obviously."
"That explains a lot. You didn't have to seduce me. You could have just asked if I was a vampire. I'd have told you. I trust you, against my better judgement."
"I didn't use any of my seduction on you, and I didn't feed off you. And you didn't bite me. I think that makes our working relationship promising."
"I work in the morgue because I can't feed off live people," Maura mumbled against Jane's collarbone, as though she was ashamed of her inability to harm humans.
"And I work with homicide, but I make sure I feed off the sex criminals that come through the station. Not - not like that. Ugh, no. Not like - not like how we were last night. That was just for - just because. I didn't use anything to make you want me, and I didn't feed off you either. But I'm sure, if you're ever unable to get fresh blood, you could probably use me. If you wanted to."
"That's a very generous offer, but I don't want to hurt you."
Jane closed her arms tighter around Maura, a happy smirk on her face.
"As a detective, I do have to ask if you know anything about these bodies showing up without any blood. Friends of yours?"
"Hardly. My - my biological family. I was adopted, and they raised me vegan, which I appreciate. But it looks like my biological family has found me and is hunting me down." Maura nuzzled in closer to Jane, her tongue flicking for a moment over the pulse in Jane's throat, her lips and teeth pressed against it as Jane pressed against her with a moan. Aware the mood had shifted drastically, Maura moved away reluctantly. "I'm scared, Jane. I don't want to be like them. I like solving murders. I like working alone. I don't like to be around people in case I hurt them. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You wouldn't," Jane said tenderly, stroking Maura's hair. "We can find them first. I'm a detective. You're a doctor. We can find them, and make sure they leave town, if that's what you want." Jane looked uncertain about wanting to kill or banish Maura's relatives, and Maura kissed her again for her sweetness.
"We?" she asked shyly, aware that there was a bond between them. It wasn't often two supernatural species consummated, but when they did, the imprint was strong and usually bonded them for life. She'd made her choice last night, not quite sure what Jane was but knowing from her scent that she wasn't entirely human. She'd trusted Jane, and it felt like for once she'd made the right choice.
"We," Jane agreed, kissing Maura slowly and tenderly. "Right after I get some proper blackout curtains."
Maura snuggled back into the only true comfort offered her, Jane's body warm and alive against her own cool skin.
"Okay," Maura said shyly, accepting Jane as one of her pack.
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I do not read or write supernatural stuff in this vein but this was fun.
#rizzoli and isles#rizzoli & isles#maura isles#rizzles#jane rizzoli#rizzles fanfic#vampire#halloween
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𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Characters: Steven Grant, Cecil, Basil Stitt
Summary: Oscar Characters dating a gn! reader that dabbles in witchcraft (written secularly)
Warnings: None
☽ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭
+ When Steven first finds out you dabble in witchcraft, he's intensely curious. His attitude is essentially "Wot's all this then?". At first, he relates it back to everything he knows on Egyptology, comparing any practices you do to that, "Oh! That's similar to what the Ancient Egyptian's did!" or "Hm, that's not how it would've went down back in Ancient Egypt...".
+ He ends up doing a ton of research, half of which isn't even applicable to you, but he likes knowing the ins and out of things, it's his love language. He wants to show genuine interest and care both because its his way of showing he places important on your lifestyle, and because he's genuinely curious.
+ Tries to be as respectful as possible. He knows from Marc being Jewish the amount of importance certain identities or practices can have to people, so with you he's doing anything he can to take it seriously, whether its not touching things or giving you silence to work. That said, he can be a bit teasing sometimes, especially when you give him things, "Hope you didn't put a little hex in my tea." or "What're you going to do, turn me into a frog?!".
+ If he finds out you've left a little sigil note in his work bag to ward off negativity (Donna) or you invite him to join you in making a nice, charged soup, he's ecstatic. Rambling and smiling like a sap, honoured you've involved him.
☽ 𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥
+ "Are you... The Blair Witch?" No matter how many times you may tell him you're not the stereotypical, evil, hexing old witch that only brews evil potions in a cauldron, he doesn't fully believe you. Anytime you go outside and someone is rude to you, by cutting you off in traffic or saying a mean word, he's side eyeing you warily, mentally picturing you cackling as you put their hair into a bubbling green vial.
+ The above isn't to say he's scared of you, he's not. Cecil's quite laid back about the whole thing, it's just another facet of you to take in his stride. You're leaving water in jars outside to make moon water? Sure, cool. You need him to pick up certain herbs when he's getting shopping? No problem, (unless its anything other than rosemary and thyme, then he has no idea what the herb is). You want to weave him an intention bracelet? "Aw, babe, that's so romantic."
+ Doesn't understand how it works and perhaps never will. When he's watching sports and his favourite team loses, he'll be sighing and turning to you to ask if you can do something, "Can't you like, manifest them to be less shit? Use your moon water, the moons ball shaped, thats, like, symbolism, right?". No matter how much you try to explain the inner workings of your craft, he will not understand. In his mind, his partner does this weird stuff but it's cool and he will never get on the wrong side of them because he will end up going missing in the woods.
☽ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐭
+ Basil is absolutely stoked to have a witch as a partner. He thinks it is the coolest thing ever and romanticises the whole thing a fair bit. All of what he knows about witchcraft comes from pop culture, his mind is full of cliches. When you're forced to tell him that you cannot summon lightening or banish thunder clouds, he's quite disappointed, but quickly bounced back, "It's fine, whatever! You can still hex monkeys, right?"
+ He will watch you in awe if you do anything, asking questions about what something does, why you're doing it, why you're using that, what does that thing mean. Eventually he'll learn and get used to your practices, and it becomes part of his routine with you, he looks forward to seeing you do any rituals.
+ When he's more used to your witchcraft and it does become routine, he might even ask to join some of it, "Can we make a spell jar together? Or will it blow up on me?". When he accepts his scar and mantel of 'Lightningface', completely letting go of his ego and outside perceptions of him, he's ready to delve in and explore new things which your witchcraft helps him do. It's another thing to help ground him, its not exactly common and if he'd spoke about any of it in his past peer groups he'd be ostracized, but now he finds strength in that.
#steven grant x reader#basil stitt x reader#cecil x reader#oscar isaac#omiwrites#i just started uni and a new job#pls take these scrappings
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Listen you know anti-trans bigotry like in your about has NO ethical point in feminism, it's just bigotry.
Thank you for the advice on college :)
I'm not a bigot. I'm not anti-trans. I don't think trans people are inherently evil. But I do not believe you can change your biological sex. I do not believe allowing trans women into women's sports, changing rooms, sexualities (lesbians being pressured to date trans women), etc. is good for women and girls. It's not just a belief I have, it's factually proven to be dangerous to put TW in women's prisons (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) and in bathrooms (1, 2, 3, 4, 5 [5 is written by a trans woman]).
I'm not saying I hate trans people or that I don't trust them or that teens/children who identify as transgender are "broken" or "wrong" like people have said I do. I think we have manipulated an entire generation of lesbians and homosexual boys (though not all trans-identified people are homosexual/bisexual) into believing they have to be the opposite sex. We've lied to dysphoric teens and told them they're going to die if they don't recieve gender-affirming care (see all the posts on the protecttranskids, transgenocide, transrights etc. hashtags).
This is also evident in that anytime you question someone who says trans people are experiencing a genocide, especially a younger person (like a teenager who gets all their information from Instagram and TikTok) they actually can't come up with a single example. Even when they bring up the so-called "anti-trans legislature" being passed in the United States, they can't name any specific bans, because that actually does not exist. What I linked for you is HB1276, which, if you read it, allows minors who underwent sexual reassignment surgery to sue their doctors up to 30 years after they turn 18 for malpractice if they regret surgery. Trans Legislation Tracker labels this an "anti-trans" bill.
They have reason to regret it, too. Lupron, the drug administered in FtM transition to dysphoric females, has painful and sometimes deadly side effects that gender-affirming medical clinics will not disclose with you in full. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
Also, a disproportionate amount of FtM females are autistic, homosexual, and depressed. I care especially about these women because I'm eighteen, autistic, and a lesbian, so I really resonate with their pain and struggle. I'm not disgusted by transgender individuals and I'm not angry with them. I feel terrible for them. And I want to help.
What I think we have in the world now is an extreme lack of education. It's harming girls and women my age, when there are more affordable and better options. We've known for a long time doctors will push medicines that don't work/shouldn't be as expensive as they are in order to make money (I'm talking about things like selling insulin for $500 a vial. I'm not talking about things like vaccines.).
If you want to change your name and use other pronouns, cool, fine, whatever. I don't care what you do with your life, your money, and your time. But don't call yourself male or female when you're not. See my pinned post for why doing so harms women and men.
Transgenderism is motivated by misogyny. Go to any of the subreddits created for TW (r/Egg_irl, r/MtF, r/transgender [though that one contains trans men also]) and you'll see in every "How I knew I was trans" post that these people consider being female synonymous with being feminine, and it isn't. I'm not feminine. Does that make me a man? No. It just makes me a nonfeminine woman.
I'm not denying the existence of gender dysphoria. Many of my mutuals are desisted females who still struggle with it. But hormone therapy/SRS (sexual reassignment surgery) are very clearly not the answer. I hope this helps you understand my position better. I also hope I've not come across as condescending or patronizing in any way.
#mine#radblr#radfem#radical feminism#terfsafe#terf#actually autistic#transgender#trans#detrans#desist#detransition#feminism#wlw
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Polyjuice Shenanigans: Part I
Word Count: 1.5 k
Themes: fluff, kinda funny me thinks, sebastian sallowxf!reader, garreth weasleyxominis gaunt
Summary: sebastian and garreth drank a potion that made them swap bodies - chaos ensues.
A/N: A little cheat sheet so it's not confusing: if I put single quotation mark on a character, it means they are acting in their swapped body. For example: 'Sebastian' means Garreth in Seb's body, vice versa - hope it makes sense!
If Sebastian Sallow had to confess his true feelings, he would easily agree that Garreth Weasley was one of his closest friends in Hogwarts. He didn't go around the school parading his friendship with the redhead though, both of them are known to be absolute troublemakers, so it would be wise to hide their friendship from the professors' prying eyes. It started from a mutually beneficial trade, Sebastian stole a book from the restricted section for an extra mandrake root from Garreth. From then on, they began to exchange knowledge about potions and spells, with casual banters here and there.
"Psst... Over here, Sallow!" Sebastian looked over his shoulder, spotting a friendly face hiding behind a huge pillar in the Transfiguration Courtyard. Garreth pointed to an empty storage room, motioning Sebastian to follow him. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the mischievous grin Garreth had plastered across his face. He knew that meant trouble.
"This better be worth my time." Sebastian joined the Gryffindor student in the small space, coughing as the dust clogged his nose.
"Oh, I bet it will!" Garreth beamed, producing two vials filled with glowing blue liquid, "I will cut to the chase, I made a potion that lets people hear others' thoughts. Telepathy, if you will!"
Sebastian furrowed his brows, taking a close look at the suspicious potions, "Okay, and where do I fit in this?"
"Ah, my dear friend Sebastian, you know that telepathy involves two people?" Garreth wiggled his eyebrows, pushing a vial into Sebastian's chest.
"And you want me to drink this with you to test it out?" The chestnut-haired boy took the vial, "Why would I do this?"
Garreth tapped his chin, pretending to think, "Well, remember how I got you that kneazel fur a few weeks ago? Poppy found out that I stole from the bestiary and made me clean mooncalves poop for days - thank you very much!"
Oh, Sebastian just remembered how Garreth smelled absolutely foul, and that he didn't want to ever see mooncalves for the rest of his life. He opened the vial, clinking the glass against Garreth's, who was now smiling widely, "bottoms up."
They both drank the potion at the same time. Sebastian physically gagged at how foul the taste was, perhaps a medley of wet socks and soil, "Merlin's hairy balls, what did you-" Before he could finish his sentence, Sebastian started to feel funny, his visions blurred, but he could feel his hair growing, while the muscle under his skin moved and jolted. He was familiar with this feeling, in fact, he figured that he was transforming into someone else, and the effect of a Polyjuice potion. As his vision started to clear, he almost jumped seeing an exact copy of himself in front of him, the only main difference was that 'Sebastian' was wearing a red Gryffindor robe and uniform.
An apologetic smile formed on 'Sebastian's' face, "I'm sorry?"
"Don't tell me. The base recipe was Polyjuice, wasn't it?"
'Sebastian' nodded, reaching his hand to touch 'Garreth's' cheeks. 'Garreth' slapped the hand away, "Hey, at least you look better now, Sallow." he joked.
"Ha-ha. Funny. Okay, when will this last?"
'Sebastian' took out his notes, and then his face fell, reading a clear note that the Polyjuice potion will either last for a couple of hours or even a full day. He read the excerpt out loud, eliciting a loud groan from 'Garreth'.
"It will be fine, Sebastian! We finished classes for today. All we need to do is just sleep it off, and I bet we will be alright tomorrow. Just don't get caught." There you have the typical Gryffindor's positivity on display.
'Garreth' nodded, it might not be so terrible after all. And then it dawned on him, he promised Y/N, his girlfriend, to study together for their N.E.W.Ts tonight. He had been pining for the new fifth year for a year and finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings in the middle of the sixth year. Y/N was probably one of the best things that happened to Sebastian after the series of unfortunate events in his life, and in turn, he was very possessive of the girl. It ranged from public displays of affection, and the daggers he shot from his eyes whenever another male student had the decency to flirt with his girlfriend. And with the current situation, Weasley, in his body, would be the one snogging Y/N tonight.
"I promised Y/N to study together tonight..." 'Garreth' muttered under his breath, 'Sebastian' caught that, face now pale with thoughts about being buried six feet deep if he dared to lay a single finger on the girl.
"Sebastian, I promised I will not inappropriately touch Y/N. You have my word, as a Gryffindor, and as a friend." 'Sebastian' tapped 'Garreth's' shoulder.
The two boys emerged from the dingy storage room in their proper attire, after swapping their uniforms hastily. 'Garreth' swept his hair back in annoyance, writing a mental note that he would not grow his hair this long, every part of his face itching. "Act normal." he heard the other boy whisper, trailing him from behind.
"Sure. Let me just harass younger students for potion ingredients."
'Sebastian' rolled his eyes, "Okay, then I'll just go ahead and brood with my book. What do you read anyways? Erotica?"
As 'Garreth' was about to inflict some sort of pain on the fake Slytherin student, he spotted Y/N in the corner of his eyes, striding towards them.
"Darling-" He immediately covered his mouth, his eyes motioned 'Sebastian' to greet her.
"Ah, my beautiful girlfriend, the butter to my beer, what can I do for you?" 'Sebastian' held his hand to hug Y/N, but he quickly retracted his limbs when 'Garreth's' burning gaze pierced through him.
Y/N stared at her boyfriend, furrowing her brows at the boy's unusual behavior, "Alright, then." She snaked her arms around his, clinging onto what she thought was Sebastian. 'Garreth' gritted his teeth in annoyance, but he, fortunately, had enough self-control to continue the charade.
"If you boys are done, I'll steal Sebastian." Y/N chuckled, "he promised to teach me Transfiguration. Merlin, help me I think I'm failing the class."
"I think you're amazing, and you'll definitely ace the class." 'Garreth' muttered with a smile, before panic set in his eyes, realizing that he currently was in a different body.
Y/N was visibly taken aback, 'Sebastian' felt her body tensing, he also knew that if they were in a normal situation, real Sebastian would have chewed him off for flirting with his lover. "Ah, uh," he eyed the fake Garreth in front of him, "Let's get out of here, Y/N!" 'Sebastian' dragged Y/N away from 'Garreth', "Also, remember, Garreth, Leander is waiting for you in the common room!"
'Garreth' whipped his head back, letting out an exasperated groan, Great, he was stuck with Leander while Garreth got to have fun with Y/N. He dragged his feet to Gryffindor's common room, muttering every single cuss known to mankind.
"Where are we going again?" 'Sebastian' stopped in his tracks, realizing that he dragged off Y/N aimlessly, totally forgetting to ask the real Sebastian where the lovebirds were planning to study.
"Sebastian, you're acting weird today. Are you sick?" Y/N put her palm against her supposed boyfriend's forehead.
"I'm fine, truly," the cogs started to turn in his brain, thinking of a viable excuse of his understandably odd behavior, "I think the classes today were a bit overwhelming, to be quite honest."
"Makes sense. Professor Bin's class is the worst, I think even Amit fell asleep earlier," she laughed, "Let's just go back to the dorm. I'll ask Ominis to brew one of his posh tea bags."
Hearing Ominis' name, 'Sebastian's' face turned into a light shade of pink. There was a lot to account for being in Sebastian's body, but Garreth completely forgot that he was able to be closer to a certain Slytherin boy he had been harboring a crush for.
At the first glance, one would assume Ominis Gaunt to be an arrogant boy who enjoyed slandering people. Yet the more you knew Ominis, you'd realize that he was a kind soul, genuinely cared for his friends, and his jokes (especially about people that he disliked) were beyond hilarious. It was during one of Sharp's classes, that particular day, they were having a test to brew a vial of Invisibility potion. Garreth was a bright boy, but due to his constant "additions" to his potions, he totally blanked. Although he didn't utter a single word, he felt a nudge on his elbow. The redhead looked at Ominis, who was stationed next to him, the Slytherin leaned in, whispering "By the ghastly smell of your potion, I bet you forgot to add some dittany leaves." Garreth nodded, proceeding with his assignment, actually completing it without any explosions - even Professor Sharp was surprised that Garreth actually didn't mess up.
"Thanks for the help, Ominis, I never thought I would get one from you." Garreth caught the Slytherin after class.
"Weasley, I could sense your panic from miles away. And I'm not looking forward to having my brows burned away from your explosions," he smirked. With that, Garreth felt a lump on his chest that he never felt before.
Oh dear, this situation has proven to be more difficult than he thought.
A/N: had so much fun writing this! Def will continue this when I have the time soon. :D
#sebastian#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow fluff#sebastian sallow#garreth#garreth weasley#garreth weasley x ominis gaunt#garrinis#weasley#hogwarts legacy#hl#hogwarts legacy fanfic#sebastian sallow fanfic#garreth weasley fanfic
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How various FE Engage Characters would react to receiving Valentine chocolate....
Alfred
-Alfred would be so pumped! He would pull you into a hug as soon as you handed it to him.
“Wow these are so nice! I feel so loved! Though I feel a bit bad that I haven’t gotten you anything yet.”
-He eats all the chocolates immediately. He does mention that the chocolates that have a floral notes are especially tasty.
-To make up for his lack of a present, he tries to take you on a run so you have to get him to let his stomach settle before he makes himself sick.
-Later, he gifts you a large and beautiful bouquet of Firenese flowers as thanks.
“Thank you, [Y/N]. Though these beautiful buds will one day will
Diamant
-Diamant would look quite stoic as he gracefully takes the chocolates from you.
-He sneaks a bite of one of them and hums as he savors the taste of it. He mentions that the grape flavor reminds him of some of his favorite dishes.
“You are quite skilled in making chocolate. Perhaps I should hire you personally to make chocolate for me.”
-He blushes at his own words.
“Obviously you mean more to me than just making sweets tolerable. What I mean to say is thank you for the gift. It is very lovely that you considered my tastes so carefully.”
-He offers you a polished and cut gemstone set in a bracelet made specially for you. Though he wouldn’t say it, it took a lot of effort to get it crafted from the gem he mined personally for you.
Alcryst
-Alcryst would be so confused. He wonders if someone dared you to give him a gift.
“I’m so sorry that you would even have to waste this precious chocolate on me.”
-Once you explain that you made them specifically for him and put a lot of love into making them, his eyes get wide.
”I’m so sorry if I was insulting your feelings. How rude of me! I just never thought you would give such a lovely gift to me of all people. Even if I had really hoped you would find it in your heart to offer it to someone as lowly as me.”
-He quickly opens them to eat a few to show his appreciation. He picks out the flavors exactly and asks how you made them. He might not actually try to make the chocolate himself especially since he doesn’t often eat sweets, but he wants to show he really does appreciate the effort you put in for him.
Griss
-Griss would look oddly disappointed as you hand him the box of chocolates.
“What’s this? Chocolate? I’m not about that sweet stuff, babe. You know I like something more... substantial.”
-When you tell him that they are for him to give to you as rewards as you dish out his real present, a wicked grin stretches across his face. He seems extremely pleased at the thought.
- He pulls out a necklace with a small empty vial as the pendant.
“I thought we could at one more event to tonight. I even know exactly where you should carve me open to really fill that thing up.”
Mauvier
Mauvier at first would be concerned at the chocolates that you present to him.
“I can’t accept these, [Y/N]. I’m afraid that I do not enjoy them all that much. Please gift them to someone who will truly be able to accept them wholeheartedly.”
-When you explain to him that they are specifically filled with apple and nut milk pie filling, his serious expression melts.
“Forgive me for jumping to conclusions. These are especially thoughtful. Would you like to eat these with me? There is a particular hill I think that would make a fine place for a picnic.”
-He does have a gift for you that he crafted himself, but he’d rather give it to you once sitting among the flowers looking out over the beautiful scenery.
Pandreo
-Pandreo would take the chocolate and immediately start praying for thanks that you would give him a beautiful gift like this.
“Bless you, [Y/N]. May your kindness be returned to you ten-fold.”
-He of course invites you to his Valentines party in return. Normally he would go around to other people, but even in the crowd, his attention never leaves you.
“I can’t wait to party with you till the sun comes up, [Y/N].”
-During the party, he sings you a song that he wrote specifically for you.
#alfred x reader#mauvier x reader#alcryst x reader#diamant x reader#pandreo x reader#griss x reader#fe alfred#fe alcryst#fe diamant#fe pandreo#fe mauvier#fe griss#fe engage hcs#engage hcs#alfred fire emblem headcanons#griss fire emblem headcanons#pandero fire emblem headcanons#alcryst fire emblem headcanons#fe engage#diamant fire emblem headcanons#mauvier fire emblem headcanons
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Operation "Kiss the Girl" | Chapter 1: The First Date
Summary: With the help of Jade and Floyd, Ace and Deuce put the first step of their "Kiss the Girl" plan into motion. What better way to woo your true love than sharing a private candlelit dinner in the Mostro Lounge together?
Genre: Fem!Reader. Lots of pining. Fluff.
Notes: This is a long one at 2,891 words! I plan on writing at least two more parts after this, so stay tuned for them 💜
“Shrimpy’s in love with Azul?!”
The tweels stared slack-jawed at Ace and Deuce, wondering if this was some sort of prank they had the audacity to try to pull on them. Were they still angry about almost getting squeezed to death by Floyd during that whole contract debacle? Tsk, humans get so offended by everything.
"She is!" Deuce exclaimed. "And the only way to turn her back to a human is to have Azul, her true love, kiss her within three days!"
"Hmm…" Jade tapped a finger against his chin. "Ace, Deuce, for your sakes, I hope you're telling us the complete truth. Otherwise, I'll have to use Shock the Heart on you."
"We swear, Jade-senpai!" Ace cried, slamming his hands on the table. "We didn't come all the way here to mess with you!"
"Please believe us. [Name] is in a dangerous situation right now because of our stupidity. We can't just leave her to stay a mermaid forever. We need your help."
In one last attempt to persuade the twins for help, Ace and Deuce got up from the booth and prostrated themselves on the floor of the Mostro Lounge. With their faces to the floor, both of them yelled simultaneously, "Please!"
The twins shared a look, debating if getting involved in such frivolous human affairs was worth their time. After several painstakingly long moments, they finally reached a consensus.
"All right, we believe you, and we'll help you."
"Really?!"
"On one condition."
"Oh no," Ace groaned, earning a swift smack on the head from Deuce.
"There's no room for complaining! We promised to help [Name], so we have to see this through."
"Fine,” Ace sighed. “What's the condition?"
"That you'll help us help Azul confess his feelings to her."
"Sure! No problem! That will be easy—wait, confess his feelings?!"
"You haven't seen how Azul gives her those sickly sweet goo goo eyes?" Floyd sighed, rolling his eyes at the thought. "He's like a sea sponge that soaks up any kind of attention he gets from her."
"Wait a minute. So you're saying that their feelings are mutual?"
"It would seem so," Jade replied. "Ah, I do love a good story about sea-crossed lovers."
"Isn't it star-crossed...nevermind. Yes, we'll help you come up with a plan for him to confess to her!"
"Excellent. Go prepare [Name] for a romantic candlelit dinner tonight. We'll make sure Azul is dressed to impress."
"He's also gonna need some time to calm those nerves of his. He already turns into a tomato-faced mess when [Name] is mentioned~"
"Are you sure that you'll be able to convince him to have dinner with her?"
"Oh, don't worry," Jade answered, flashing a smile that showed off his sharp teeth. "We have our ways.”
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Earlier That Day
“Professor, what’s that?”
“It's a seashell necklace imbued with the voices of shapeshifting sirens,” Crewel answered Ace, leaning down beside the bathtub you were soaking in and clasping the jewelry around your neck. “It will allow her to return to her human form for a short while.”
“Professor, you’re amazing!”
“Don’t start flattering me yet, puppies,” Crewel replied sharply, shooting the duo another one of his infamous terrifying glares. “It can only hold its power for a limited amount of time. You’ll know it’s running low when scales begin to resurface on her skin. When that happens, come find me. I’ll restore its magical properties with a vial of a siren’s song.”
“Yes, sir!”
“And don’t think your idiocy will go unpunished. I’ll go easier on you for being so willing to help out your friend, but once she’s back to normal, I’m going to whip you both into shape.”
“Y-Yes, sir!”
“Now, I’ll be taking my leave. I’ll leave her care in your hands. Do not make me regret it.”
“We won’t let anything happen to [Name]!” Deuce promised.
“You can count on us!” Ace added.
“Good. Then I’ll be on my way.”
The three of you watched as Crewel gathered his things and wordlessly strolled out of Ramshackle Dorm. The atmosphere turned heavy as the realization of the impossible mission you all needed to accomplish finally dawned on you. But not one for reveling in misery, Ace was there to lighten the mood.
“Well, it’s time to work on getting [Name] her little smooch with Azul!”
“Y-You don’t have to put it like that, Ace!” you cried, hiding your flushed face in your hands.
“Aw, is someone embarrassed? Are you going to turn as red as the Little Mermaid’s hair when he puckers his lips for you?”
“Keep up your shenanigans and I’ll let Jade and Floyd make a seafood meal out of you.”
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“Okay, I can do this. It’s no problem. I just have to act like myself. Don’t try too hard. Don’t fiddle with your tie. Don’t give yourself reasons to be nervous. This is perfectly fine. This is fine. I’m fine…NO, I’M NOT FINE AT ALL!!!”
Floyd cackled as Azul hid his face in his hands, the candlelight illuminating his flushed skin. “Aw, poor Azul’s heart isn’t prepared for his first date!”
“They grow up so fast,” Jade added, dabbing at his dry eyes with a handkerchief.
“Both of you, knock it off!” Azul cried, waving his hands in frustration. “You just dumped this on me out of nowhere! Who makes “date” plans for someone else, much less when it doesn’t even involve you?”
“If we left it to you, it would never happen.”
“You…You don’t know that!”
Jade and Floyd exchanged a look.
“I think our boss here is in denial, Jade~”
“AM NOT!”
“You’re not helping your case, you know.”
“Ugh, just…leave me alone for a minute,” Azul pleaded, rubbing circles into his temples. “I need to compose myself before she gets here.”
And just as he finished speaking, a voice came echoing from the entrance of Mostro Lounge.
“Jade-senpai, Floyd-senpai! [Name]’s here!”
“Well, that’s our cue,” Jade said, shooting a playful smile at an absolutely mortified Azul. “Floyd, let’s get some menus and lead [Name] to her seat.”
“Sure thing! Azul, you better be composed now~!”
The twins set off before he even had time to respond.
“Oh, Sevens,” Azul sighed, holding his head. “This isn’t going to go smoothly at all.” Why in Twisted Wonderland did he let the twins persuade him into doing this “date” nonsense in the first place? “It’ll be a great stress reliever.” “You deserve a break.” Yeah, right. Those two were planning something far more nefarious, and it frustrated Azul that he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.
But all of his anger dissipated the moment his gaze fell on you.
His breath caught in his throat at the sight before him: you wore a beautiful light blue evening gown that draped over your shoulders, cascading onto the floor like ocean waves. Your hair was pinned up in an intricate hairstyle fixed in place with pearl-studded hair clips, and your makeup perfectly complemented your outfit’s ocean theme with varying shades of blue eyeshadow and coral-colored lipstick. And to tie the look together, your neck was adorned with a dazzling gold seashell necklace.
“Wow,” he breathed, too caught up in your beauty to hold back his awe.
You flushed at his sincere reaction. “Is this too much? Vil and Rook insisted on doing my makeup for the occasion. They said it would be ‘good practice.’”
“It’s perfect,” Azul replied, offering you his hand. Though he was still feeling like a flustered mess on the inside, he would never allow himself to forget to treat you like a gentleman should. “Shall we?”
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To Azul’s surprise, the night was flying by, and his nervousness had completely vanished as if he'd never had it in the first place. Conversation with you was light and comfortable, but if he was being honest, he would have been perfectly content with just letting you talk the rest of the night away. He found your voice so soothing to listen to, and a part of him wondered if you’d managed to put him under some sort of a love spell. But he knew that you, of course, were a magicless human, and yet that only made Azul all the more entranced by you.
“Thank you for having dinner with me, Azul,” you finally said, giving him a small smile.
“Of course,” Azul replied, wearing a smile of his own. “I should be thanking you as well. I would have asked you properly, but Jade and Floyd like to take matters into their own hands.”
“Just like Ace and Deuce. They seem to always make plans without asking for approval first.” You shook your head, laughing at the thought. “That’s what gets them into trouble all the time.”
“Yet here we are, enabling their behavior,” Azul sighed. “Still, I could never pass up an opportunity to be in your company. If I’m being honest…” A pink hue began to bloom on his porcelain cheeks, “you’re one of the few humans I feel like I can truly connect with. You know that I’m a reserved person, so trying to form friendships proves to be quite difficult for me. I’m out of my element when I’m not in the sea, which makes my attempts at fitting in even worse off. But with you…I forget about all of my shortcomings. I just enjoy being in your presence. So thank you, for all that you’ve done for me.”
Silence hung in the air for a few long moments before Azul’s face turned from a soft pink to a bright burning red. “I’m so sorry! I just started rambling and made everything awkward…Sevens, I don’t know what I’m even doing here—”
“Azul.”
Upon feeling the touch of your hand on his, he lifted his gaze to your face, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you wearing a warm smile. “I enjoy being in your company, too. I’ll always be here for you, whether you want to talk or get something off your chest. All you need to do is call my name and I’ll be there.”
“Oh,” he breathed, taken aback by your sincerity. “I mean, yes, thank you. You’re also welcome to come talk with me any time.”
“Good.”
The two of you finished up your dinner before your plates were taken away by Jade and Floyd (who wore suspicious grins on their faces, you noted). They returned with dessert for the last course, which you and Azul finished in a comfortable silence.
“Could I ask you something?” you asked after a while, fiddling with your hands in your lap. You’d been having so much fun on your “date” that you’d nearly forgotten you needed to win his affection.
“Of course.”
“What do you think of the love story between the Little Mermaid and her prince?”
Azul’s eyes widened a fraction. “Hmm…I’ve never really thought about it. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. I watched the movie again recently with Ace and Deuce, but both of them thought it was overrated. “Too much romance, not enough action.” Honestly, there’s a reason those two don’t get girls.” Sorry, Ace and Deuce. This is just a little bit of revenge for what you’ve gotten me into.
“Hah, those two are too scatter-brained to get it. The movie is a classic! Who watches it and doesn’t like the romance?”
“Are you perhaps…a hopeless romantic, Azul?”
The tips of Azul’s ears turned a deep shade of red as he quickly shook his head. “N-No, I just don’t like seeing fools criticize good films!” He sighed, straightening his tie (something he seemed to do when he was nervous, you realized). “But if you’re asking for my opinion, I think the love story between the Little Mermaid and the Prince is beautiful. It’s endearing to watch the mermaid try to express her feelings through fleeting touches, gentle gazes, and bright smiles. And watching the Prince slowly begin to fall in love with her is so heart-warming. You can tell he loves her for who she is. His heart is matched perfectly with hers, and his affection for her is unconditional. He helped save her life, after all, just like she saved his.”
“They really are so sweet, aren’t they?” you replied with a dreamy sigh. You held your head in your hand, gazing up fondly at Azul as he rambled on again. The way his eyes lit up when he recounted the mermaid and prince’s romance was unmistakable. It was almost like he craved for the same thing in his own life, like he’d spent endless nights wondering what it might feel like if someone loved him like that.
Just who was he imagining in those scenarios, though, you wondered. No. You shook your head. Don’t get cold feet now. You’re looking too far into this. He’s just talking about the movie, is all. But still, part of you couldn’t help but question if there was a hint of truth in what you thought.
“And the film shows the importance of an equal give and take in relationships. This ensures fairness and a win-win situation for both parties, no matter what obstacles await them in the future.” He’s talking about contractual obligations again, isn’t he? You laughed to yourself. He never changes.
“But I do admire the Little Mermaid’s devotion to the one she loves. To give up her whole life as a mermaid means letting go of a lot, but she sees a brighter future with her prince. I think everyone deserves to find that special person, just as my mother found my step-father.” A small smile appeared on his face, no doubt recalling happy memories. “To be with someone who wants nothing more than to remain at your side…what more could you possibly ask for?”
It was then that he realized he’d begun to ramble on again. “Oh, I really don’t know when to quit, do I?’
Well, now’s the time to test the waters.
Carefully, you placed your hand on top of Azul’s, noting how his cheeks flushed at the action. “You deserve that happiness. I hope you find it.”
Instead of crawling back into his shell, Azul surprised you by smiling in return, gazing at you fondly. He mirrored your gesture by placing his other hand on top of yours and sincerely answering, “I hope you find it, too.”
Now it was your turn to blush.
But further conversation with him would have to wait. The shell’s power had begun to dwindle, causing your bright mermaid scales to reappear on your skin.
Shoot. I need to come up with an excuse to leave, and fast.
And as if they could read your mind, Jade and Floyd quickly came to your rescue.
“Azul, don’t you think it’s time to wrap things up for the night? I’m sure [Name] is quite tired, and there’s a mountain of paperwork waiting for you in your office.”
“Oh! You’re right. It’s late, isn’t it?” Azul glanced down at his watch. “I’m sorry for keeping you so long.”
“It’s no problem,” you replied. “I had a great time. Thank you for having me.”
“You will always be welcome here. Come by whenever you’d like. Your food and drinks will be completely free of charge.”
The statement was so out of character that it left yours, Jade’s, and Floyd’s mouths agape. Azul never offered anything for free, not without some sort of catch. But it seemed that he was being genuine with his words. At least, that’s what you thought.
“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Within moments, Ace and Deuce returned to your side, thanking the trio before leading you back to Ramshackle Dorm.
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Even long after you’d left the lounge, Azul was staring off into the distance in a daze. He couldn’t hide the happiness that enveloped him like ocean waves. He was caught in your current, a single man enraptured by the siren that was destined to take him down with her. But he would willingly go wherever you wanted him to, even if it meant risking everything just for your love.
Floyd broke into laughter at the lovestruck look on his boss’ face. “If you like Shrimpy that much, why don’tcha tell her? She’s been giving you goo goo eyes all night long, too!”
“Ah, young love. It’s a beautiful thing,” Jade chimed in, smirking when Azul’s face turned a lobster red.
“You both are insufferable,” he huffed, stomping off to his room. He’d had enough of the tweels for one night. But even if he escaped their teasing within the confines of his four walls, that didn’t mean he’d managed to calm himself down at all.
Falling asleep proved difficult when all he could think about was you.
And across the college grounds, the same could be said for you, too.
You had the most wonderful night spent at Azul’s side, but time was already running out. You’d nearly forgotten the purpose of going there in the first place. You didn’t need to fall even more in love with him. He needed to fall in love with you.
But you still had time to make this all work. That’s what you reminded yourself before your eyes finally slid shut, your dreams filled with memories of your romantic night.
One day had passed. You only had two more remaining.
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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Five
Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader
Chapter Five: I'm a Goddam Person
Summary: (Y/N) is attacked, and Lucifer and Chloe's friendship breaks.
Chloe groaned as her phone rang. It was bad enough they had no leads on their latest murder since every clue led to a dead end and someone with no reason to kill her. Now Chloe was close to tears as Lucifer called out how she had spoken to Kinley and knew that she had a vial that could sedate, if not kill him. Lucifer had even tried to drink it despite Chloe’s attempts to convince him it was nothing. She hated how betrayed he appeared as he gazed at her in furious silence.
But Chloe was on a case, and when she saw Dan’s name as the caller, she answered it. Her eyes widened as he related the information to her. She turned to Lucifer even as he glared at her in betrayal. “Lucifer, I know you’re upset, and I swear I can explain everything, but we need to get to Oscar’s house. He’s the killer, and he’s trying to escape.”
Lucifer scoffed. “Fine. Put off getting rid of me by getting rid of a murderer.” He turned away from her and sullenly got into her car.
Chloe let out a sad sigh. She had really messed up. And she wasn’t sure if she could fix things this time.
Both Lucifer and Chloe were silent as they arrived at Oscar’s house. The lights were off, and Chloe entered the unlocked home with no issue. There was no one around.
“Well, no one’s here. Don’t tell me you brought me here to get rid of me with no one looking? That would be low, even for you, Detective,” said Lucifer venomously.
“Lucifer, I swear, I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t know why no one’s here, but I’m not trying to hurt you. I promise. You have to believe me,” said Chloe, trying to get control of the spiraling situation again.
Her phone went off again, and Chloe answered in frustration. “Yes?”
Ella’s hurried voice came over the speaker. “Chloe! We just got Oscar’s records in, and we just found the weirdest thing. The house he lives in is owned by the Catholic Church, he’s been visiting a certain church regularly, and a priest named Kinley has been paying his rent to the church for him.”
Chloe’s eyes widened at the mention of Kinley.
“Ella, he’s not here,” said Chloe.
“I’ll get Dan and track down where else he could be. Maybe he has another place to stay,” said Ella. “Somewhere he actually owns.”
Chloe paled as she made a terrible connection. “I know where he is. Get backup to Lux.” She hung up.
“Backup to Lux? Detective, what’s going on?” said Lucifer, narrowing his eyes.
“Oscar is being paid by Kinley.” Chloe looked away from Lucifer’s face and took a deep breath. “He’s most likely on his way to Lux thinking you might be there.”
Lucifer froze. “(Y/N).” He was out the door before Chloe said anything else. His kid was in danger.
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(Y/N) felt the shadows around them bristle wildly when a bang went off in the living room. They reacted instantly, rolling from their seat at the table and landing on the ground. They pulled themself behind the island and glanced up at the mirror hung behind the bar. A man was looking around the Penthouse with a gun. (Y/N)’s blood ran cold. Lucifer was out. Em wasn’t home. (Y/N) was alone with someone trying to kill them? Lucifer? They couldn’t be sure, but they had a feeling it really didn’t matter. The man had a gun. He could hurt them at the very least.
“Where is it?” muttered the man frantically. “Father Kinley said the abomination would be here. I must do my duty…”
Abomination? That’s a new one, thought (Y/N). Usually, their parents had just called them a disappointment, and some kids called them slurs.
(Y/N) moved around the bar as the man continued through the room, trying to avoid being seen. The man caught their eye in the mirror, and both froze.
Bang!
The man pivoted and shot at (Y/N). They scrambled away, and the shadows pulled up from the ground to create a brief shield. It shattered as the bullet hit it, but the lead fell to the ground with the pieces of shadow as (Y/N) made a run for another room.
Another shot nearly hit them, and (Y/N) turned on instinct, stumbling to the ground and pulling back as the man advanced on them, finger still on the trigger.
“What the hell do you want with me, you crazy fuck?!” shouted (Y/N). Stupid? Yes. Great distraction? Also yes.
“I am sent to avenge the Earth and stop Armageddon!” said the man, pointing the gun at them. “I will end evil and send you to Hell where you belong.”
He pulled the trigger, and (Y/N) shouted in fear. Another wall of shadows pulled up, and the man stared in shock at the moving darkness swirling around (Y/N).
“Monster! Abomination!” he cried as the shadows protected (Y/N). “Freak!”
(Y/N) snapped at the word freak. That was what their biological parents had called them. Every time (Y/N) didn’t live up to their expectations or fit into their mold of a “normal” kid, they were a freak. (Gender, clothes, attitude, everything and anything about (Y/N) was wrong wrong wrong to them). (Y/N) despised it.
“Don’t call me freak,” hissed (Y/N), the shadows sharpening around them. The man stepped back. “I am not a freak! I’m a goddam person!”
Their eyes flashed red, and the man cried out, stumbling backwards at the side. (Y/N)’s shadows overtook the room, and the man’s eyes widened as he stared at the definitely not human being before him.
“M-Monster!” cried the man in absolute terror.
Pure darkness saturated the room. There was no light, just (Y/N)’s fiery glare. They felt the itch of their wings wanting to appear, but (Y/N) pushed it back. They weren’t ready for that. But obscuring every bit of sunlight and turning the penthouse into a maze of shadow controlled by their own mind? Absolutely. The look of fear on their attackers face just made it better. It was partly rage pushing their powers so far, but it was also practiced precision at a grander scale.
“Monster? Me?!” hissed (Y/N), and the man cowered. “You came in here and tried to shoot me! The only monster here is you!”
The door of the penthouse dinged, and Lucifer and Chloe ran in. Lucifer paused, eye’s wide, and Chloe froze. The entire penthouse was bathed in darkness, bullet holes sat in the wall beside (Y/N), and they were standing over a terrified man with a fallen gun at his side.
“(Y/N)?” called Lucifer, more concerned about him than worried.
(Y/N)’s eyes went to him, and the darkness receded until just their own shadow remained. “Dad!” they said in relief, and then they collapsed from exhaustion. Lucifer ran forward and caught them.
“Detective Decker, get that filth out of my sight,” hissed Lucifer, glaring at the man.
Chloe broke from her shock. Her eyes followed (Y/N) where they took deep breaths in Lucifer’s arms. To see (Y/N) do that was nearly as shocking as Lucifer’s face had been, if not more so since Lucifer had been honest about being the Devil. (Y/N) had never acted anything but human.
“Right.”
Chloe cared about (Y/N), and she didn’t want them to be hurt by Oscar. She hauled him up and handcuffed him quickly. This would protect (Y/N), and it would show Lucifer that she was okay with him, with (Y/N). She wasn’t going to hurt them. Now she could see why he was so betrayed. It wasn’t just him that had abilities that could frighten humans. It was (Y/N). And Lucifer was a father. He would put (Y/N)’s safety above his own.
Oscar struggled against Chloe as she pulled him to the elevator. “Monster! Abomination! I must rid the world of your evil! I must stop Armageddon! I must kill the abomination!”
Lucifer’s arms tightened around (Y/N). He turned their face away. “You’re not an abomination,” he promised. “You’re a good kid. You’re okay.”
And even in the face of so much hatred, (Y/N) felt safe in their dad’s arms.
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“Father Kinley?” Chloe walked purposefully into the church, and Kinley and Bishop Hoffman turned to face her.
“Ah, Detective Decker, just the person I’d like to see,” said Kinley. He smiled. “I need you to explain to Bishop Hoffman here what you saw on Lucifer Morningstar’s face.”
“That’s not why I’m here.” Chloe pulled out her handcuffs. “I’m here about Oscar Rivas.”
Kinley paled. “What?”
“You worked in the same parish as him. Quite the coincidence. And you were helping him pay his rent to the Catholic Church,” said Chloe.
“He’s a good man. A true believer. I was simply rewarding his dedication,” said Kinley.
“His dedication? You mean his willingness to kill to people and attempt to kill an innocent teenager?” said Chloe.
“(Y/N) (L/N) is not innocent. They are evil, an abomination upon this Earth,” seethed Kinley.
Chloe’s eyes narrowed, and Hoffman’s eyes widened in horror.
“Then you admit to knowing who you sent Oscar Rivas to kill,” said Chloe. “You’re under arrest.” She pulled out her handcuffs.
Kinley scoffed. “Bishop, tell her she’s ridiculous. I had no such connections to Oscar.”
Hoffman shook his head in horror. “A child, William? I’m sorry, but you’re sick, William.”
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Chloe had hoped talking would help them. Lucifer had hoped for the same. But even after Kinley was arrested and (Y/N) was safe, their relationship couldn’t reconcile. There had been too much, and there were too many emotions attached to sort through.
“You’re the actual Devil, Lucifer.” Chloe was crying. “Every story of good and bad from throughout history, throughout time, says that you are the embodiment of evil.” All of her confused thoughts about Lucifer spilled out of her heart. “And how am I, Chloe Decker, a nobody, supposed to deal with that?!”
“And what about (Y/N)? Are you going to think they’re evil for their abilities, too?” said Lucifer softly, broken.
“No! No, no, that’s a child. A good, innocent child,” swore Chloe. “They’ve proved time and time again they’re good.”
“And I’ve been the evil the world says I am?” said Lucifer.
“I…” Chloe wasn’t sure how to respond. She’d seen Lucifer’s anger and ferocity as much as she’d seen his kindness and openness. “They said you’re evil—!”
Lucifer scoffed and stepped back from her. He turned his back.
“But then I returned,” continued Chloe softly. “And I saw you. I really saw you. And I remembered how you made me feel. And I realized, Lucifer, you’re not that guy.”
“No?” Lucifer couldn’t believe his words. He couldn’t afford to. Not when the betrayal had hurt so much to begin with.
“No,” said Chloe.
“What if I am that guy?” challenged Lucifer.
“That guy wouldn’t be the good father to (Y/N) that you are,” said Chloe. “And if you think you are, then you can change.”
“But what if I can’t?” He faced Chloe again. His Devil Face appeared, and she flinched away. “Could you accept me like this?”
“I…uh…” Chloe wasn’t ready to make eye contact with the Devil, yet. “You have no idea how much I want to,” she said honestly. She faced him bravely. “I do. I’m…I’m trying.”
“But could you?”
Tears rolled down Chloe’s cheeks. “I don’t know.”
Lucifer’s human face returned, and he scoffed lightly to avoid his own sadness from showing. Tears threatened to fall. “Then I have my answer.”
There would be no reconciliation that night.
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“Lucifer and Decker aren’t going to make up, are they?” murmured (Y/N), sighing and putting their head in their hands.
“Tonight was a big scare,” said Em. “You could’ve died. I think the boss is scared about Kinley and his influence on people. Other people could try to hurt you, and let’s face it, you’re the boss’s top priority.”
“But Decker wouldn’t,” said (Y/N).
“They’re both scared,” said Em, shrugging. “Decker still isn’t sure around the boss, and the boss feels betrayed. I think it’s gonna take time.”
“…I wish that didn’t make sense,” said (Y/N).
“I wish it didn’t, either,” said Em. She glanced at (Y/N) and cleared her throat. “Uh, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry that I wasn’t here when you were in danger.”
(Y/N) put a hand out on Em’s arm. “It’s okay, really. I don’t expect you to always be there. And I took care of it.”
“But I feel so stupid because I want to help you, and I was gone for a really silly reason.” Em turned a bit red, and they stood up. She opened her back and pulled out something. “I had gone out to buy these.” They turned around to hold a bouquet of red tulips. “I feel stupid, now, but they were for you.”
(Y/N) fought not to turn pink and failed abominably. “Me?”
Em cleared her throat. “Yeah. I wanted to…” They trailed off and groaned. “Damn, this is so stupid, this isn’t the time.”
“Go ahead, Em,” said (Y/N), leaning forward. “I’m doing fine.”
“I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Homecoming,” admitted Em. “I thought the flowers would be nice, but now there was this attack, and you’re tired and probably in shock, so I just feel stupid—”
“Oh, shut up.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes fondly. “I’d like to go with you, Em. Homecoming would be fun with you.”
Em turned a bit red and averted her gaze. “Well, we’d also be with Leon, Marcel, Olive, and Noa, so you don’t have to feel that pressured, it’s okay—”
“Seriously, shut up. I wouldn’t say yes if I didn’t want to.” (Y/N) smiled at Em.
“Great! Great.” It was amusing to see Em stumble over her words. “Uh, here.” They awkwardly held out the flowers, and (Y/N) took it.
The night had been terrible, and Lucifer and Chloe were struggling, but (Y/N) and Em had found some good in all the tragedy.
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Kinley finished his prayers and stood up as Bishop Hoffman entered the room of his holding cell. “Your Excellency. Did you change your mind? Are you here to get me out?”
“I am here to take your confession,” said Hoffman diligently.
“I have nothing to confess,” said Kinley.
“William,” said Hoffman. “You are responsible for the deaths of two people and the near-death of a third, a child. For what?”
“I’m trying to save lives,” said Kinley, as convinced and passionate as ever. “To stop the prophecy.” Hoffman shook his head in exhaustion as Kinley repeated the prophecy. “ ‘When the Devil walks the Earth and finds his first love, evil shall be released.’ ”
“Enough with this damn prophecy you’re obsessed with,” said Hoffman.
“The Devil is walking the Earth,” said Kinley.
“His Holiness has issued an order,” said Hoffman, interrupting Kinley. “You’ve been excommunicated.”
Kinley looked down but kept his decorum. “I…may have failed, temporarily, to prove that Lucifer is the Devil, but I nearly removed his first love.”
“That child?” Hoffman looked at Kinley, aghast.
“He sees them as his own child with a true paternal love. They are the prophecy coming true,” said Kinley in deep conviction. “They must be pushed apart and removed. The Antichrist cannot be allowed to walk the Earth alongside the Devil.”
Hoffman sighed. “Lucifer Morningstar is not the Devil, and (Y/N) (L/N) is not the Antichrist. Give up this foolish obsession. Make your confession. Ask God for forgiveness for your sins.”
Kinley stared solemnly at Hoffman. “I will not ask forgiveness for being right.”
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Lucifer held his head in his hands, and a drink sat abandoned on the coffee table. The moon was high in the sky above him, but he had no idea how long he’d been sitting there, stuck on the rift between him and Chloe.
“Are you okay?”
He looked up to see (Y/N), wrapped in a red throw blanket, looking at him. He forced on a smile. “I should be asking you that.”
(Y/N) sat down next to him. “You know I’m okay. I was mostly just shaken by how strong my abilities were.” They looked at him before he could open his mouth. “But I’m more worried about you.”
Lucifer sighed. “It seems the Detective and I have reached an impasse. She still can’t accept who I am.”
“I think she accepts more than you think,” said (Y/N). They nudged his shoulder. “You guys will be okay.”
Lucifer smiled slightly. “So optimistic,” he said fondly.
“Me? No. I have too much mental illness for optimism. But I do believe in truth, and you and Decker will be fine. I’m sure,” said (Y/N).
Lucifer smiled. “You’ll have to believe for the both of us.”
“No problem,” said (Y/N), smiling back. They spread out their blanket around their dad. “I have to take care of you, too.”
Lucifer pulled his kid closer. “That’s my job.”
“Sure, Dad, sure.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes and hugged him back. “Keep telling yourself that after all the problems I’ve solved for you.”
Lucifer let out a light chuckle. He was glad to have (Y/N) with him. They were really his kid in everything but blood. They meant the world to him.
Lucifer paused and looked down at (Y/N). Wasn’t adoption an option…?
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Ikemen Vampire Rants:
💃If the Suitors Turned Into Women💃
If you haven’t seen part One of this rant, I suggest you read it for more of an explination on how this multi-part rant is formatted.
This is part two, which makes the next three suitors Arthur, Vincent, and Theo/Theodorus. (There’s a trend of them talking and then being like “oh shit” and slapping a hand over their mouths when they wake up as women this round-)
Also, I will be using myself (Amelia; looks like Uraraka from MHA but with peach colored eyes, fluffy and curvy figure, and is between 5’9-5’10 in height) as an insert for the MC and as the one who helps the suitors through their strange experience.
Mini Warning!: there is one use of a Dutch swear word in Theo’s part, but his nickname for the MC is literally mutt/dog/puppy, so-
Faust needed a few test subjects for his new experimental elixir, and naturally he first moved to put it into Charles’s and Vlad’s dinner. But, by some inexplicable reason, a few vials of the elixir somehow made their way to le Comte’s mansion and ended up in the residents’s dinner. Let’s see how this plays out, shall we???
Arthur Canon Doyle
Our British lad woke up unusually early, craving fudge
He didn’t feel too unusual, his back ached the tiniest bit and his chest felt a bit heavy, but those could’ve been cause by him sleeping wrong and he could be coming down with a little something or in need of a drink
Either way, the author didn’t think too hard about it until he actually got out of bed and glanced down to see that he now had breasts
“Bloody hell-!”
He clapped a hand over his mouth when he’d heard the sound of his voice
It sounded higher, more feminine, and much sweeter than it ever sounded before
Even as a boy his voice wasn’t this high and light!
Arthur moved his hand from his mouth and felt down his sides and to his hips, confused by his new curvature and build
And, now that he was awake, he realized his hair went down a little past his chest now
As much as he wanted to solve the mystery of his new predicament, he also needed help on how to be situated as a woman
And with extremely limited options, the author immediately went to the only woman in the mansion; Amelia
He of course poked his head out from behind his door to check if anyone was around before he rushed down the hall as quickly and quietly as possible to Amelia’s room and knocked on her door
It took a couple of knocks before Arthur could hear the brunette sleepily grumbling as she pulled herself out of bed and made her way to the door
Only to instantly be wide awake at the sight of a dimly lit Arthur that was now a woman
The brunette quickly pulled the author into her room and turned on her light to get a better look at him
Slightly shorter with a very slender hourglass type figure, not too many curves, and a rounder, more feminine face with slightly fuller lips
Amelia was just as confused as Arthur, if not a little more with how sleepy she was, but was very willing to help
After she sent him to go back to bed so she could help him at an appropriate time to actually be awake instead of an ungodly hour of the morning when it was still dark out
And so, Arthur went back to sleep, woke up at a more reasonable time, and Amelia came to his room with a few things to help him a little bit after he woke up
A little bit of improvising had to be done since Arthur was less curvaceous than Amelia, but eventually a solution was found that kept Arthur’s new chest in place
A few belts had to be used to make Arthur’s pants fit around his slightly slimmer waist, but other than that his clothes still fit him decently, if a little loose
And after Amelia brushed Arthur’s hair, he was fine to head down to breakfast if he wanted
And he did
And he gave zero explanation to anyone and began behaving like normal
Theo was even more annoyed with Arthur because he wouldn’t explain how he suddenly became a woman overnight
And Isaac was even more embarrassed to have Arthur teasing him because now he added some flirting in there
(You can’t fucking tell me that Arthur isn’t bisexual!)
The day went on as normal with Arthur going back up to his room and writing, drinking coffee, and eventually taking his beloved Vic outside to play a bit
And the afternoon was ended in Arthur running away from Theo, who was chasing him because Arthur started flirting with him just to see what would happen if he did
All in all, Arthur was happy with his day and went about normally the next day when he was back to normal
And Isaac hid himself away from Arthur for a good two weeks out of embarrassment and in a desperate attempt to avoid anymore potential flirting on the latter’s part
Side note: Arthur didn’t flirt with Isaac after that because, while he is a teasing asshole, Arthur isn’t a monster who completely tortures people
Vincent van Gogh
Sunshine boy woke up on his couch as per usual
(Christ on a stick, we need to get babie boy his own bed-)
And he was so tired and used to sleeping on a couch that he didn’t really notice anything different with him until he began to get dressed for the day and then-
“OH MY-!”
Both of Vincent’s hands quickly flew to his mouth when he heard his own voice
First of all, he now had breasts and very wide hips
Second, his voice was higher and somehow even softer and lighter than it was before
Third, his hair now seemed to be long enough to reach just a little above his chin
And things didn’t get better when he heard Theo knocking on his door
And they got worse when Vincent turned around to see the door opening
“Broer, you slept in past breakfast so I wanted to—WHO ARE YOU?!”
Theo, of course, was shocked to see some random woman alone in his brother’s room
But, after a second, when he really looked at the woman, Theo could tell that the woman was Vincent
He looked more or less the same, except with a rounder face and fuller lips and somehow even softer features
Both brothers stood frozen and staring at each other until Theo told Vincent to wait a second and to not move while he went and got help before rushing out of the room, closing the door behind him
Figuring that he had little options at the moment, Vincent just sat down on his couch and patiently waited for his brother to return, hands folded in his lap
And a few minutes later, Theo came back with Amelia in tow, a bag slung on her shoulder
When the brunette saw Vincent, she immediately dropped her bag, ran over to the artist, and immediately hugged him and saying that he was the most fucking adorable thing she’d ever seen in that moment
When Theo got mad, a quick glare and threat to not help shut him up
And then he was forced out of the room as to not overwhelm Vincent
Once Amelia kicked Theo out, she turned to the former man and began to help him in getting ready for the day as a woman with the things she brought with her in her bag
The upper body undergarment was a bit of a struggle since Vincent’s new breast were just a wee bit too small to pass in wearing one of Amelia’s undergarments, so a bit of improvising was required
After that, Amelia just had to help Vincent to get his clothes to fit his new body correctly, his shirt was a bit loose around the waist and his pants were a bit tight due to his new curves, but they managed to fit
And once Vincent’s hair was brushed, he and Amelia walked out into the hallway where Theo was waiting because he was still worried about his brother
Theo did thank Amelia and asked Vincent what he was going to do, if he was going to tell Comte about his situation or any of the other residents
And Vincent just said he was going to go into town with Amelia because he promised to hang out with her the day prior and said Theo was welcome to join so long as Amelia was okay with it
And she was because she knew Theo wouldn’t take no for an answer and she wanted extra help in keeping an eye on Vincent because there was no doubt would weird things would happen if Vincent turning into a woman was the first thing on the agenda for the day
So, without being seen by anyone else, the three left the mansion and got in a carriage to go to town and have a little down time
Amelia was almost tempted to go and buy Vincent a dress, but she resisted knowing that it probably wouldn’t fit him for long if he did turn back into a man
Speaking of men, many men approached Amelia and Vincent and began flirting with them, specifically with Vincent because he literally looked like a fucking angel
But a glare from Theo made them apologize and run away, leaving Vincent and Amelia very confused
The three of them spent their day looking around town, finding places for Vincent to sketch, and Amelia sketching Vincent at one point because he was so beautiful and she wanted to remember this odd day
In the evening, the three of them made it back to the mansion and Vincent snuck back to his room and Amelia delivered a small bottle of Rouge for his dinner since he didn’t eat all day
The next day, Vincent was back to normal and no one but Theo and Amelia knew why all three of them disappeared from the mansion the day before
And it was gonna fucking stay that way
Theodorus van Gogh
(Christ on a stick, I had too much fun with Theo!)
Theo woke up as normal, if quite early, but he felt strange
His chest felt incredibly heavy and his back was in quite a bit of pain
When Theo managed to sit up and throw his legs over the edge of his bed to sit properly, he looked down and-
“SCHIJTEN-”
Theo clamped a hand over his mouth when he heard his now feminine and honey laced voice
Somehow, he found that he now had an ample bust under his nightshirt and long hair that reached his hips
Theo’s mind went a mile a minute as he thought of what to do
As much as his instincts told him to, he couldn’t really go to his older brother as he wouldn’t have any ideas on how to really help Theo’s current situation
Arthur would make fun of or flirt with or do both with him instead of help most likely
Le Comte would probably just as stumped as he was
And Theo didn’t really think that any one of the other residents would be of much help for this particular situation
Well, except for Amelia, who was the only woman in the entire mansion
Seeing as he had no other options, Theo decided to go to Amelia’s room with his clothes for the day in hand
Of course, he had to take a couple of detours and even hide once from an already working Sebastian and a sleepy Arthur already on his third cup of coffee for the day as to not be seen before he’d gotten any help
And, for once, he was happy to have a couple days off of work
Once Theo reached Amelia’s room, he knocked a couple of times before a faint “Come in” could be heard
Not wanting to be out in the open in the hall, Theo quickly and quietly ducked into Amelia’s room
And he stood awkwardly in front of the door when he was inside of the room until the brunette woman emerged from a corner already dressed and froze when she saw him
After a split second Amelia burst out laughing at Theo, to which the art dealer responded by dropping his clothes, rushing over to the maid, and clapping a hand over her mouth
“Please put a muzzle on that snout of yours, Hondje. I’d rather not have anyone see me like this right now.”
After Theo heard a muffled, but annoyed, “Fine” from the brunette, he moved his hand away from her mouth
Amelia quickly stepped back and looked Theo up and down before shrugging
“I mean, your tits are too big to fit any of the undergarments I have, but we can improvise.”
Theo was confused. “My what?”
“Your tits. It’s another word for boobs, I mean breasts.”
Theo was going to get angry and shout when Amelia held up a hand to silence him
“Just look at them before you get mad, dummy. Your chest is two or three sizes bigger than mine so it won’t fit anything I’ve got. Your back must be killing you, too.”
As Amelia kept rambling, Theo just kept quiet and let her help him
Once a makeshift upper body undergarment was fashioned for Theo, Amelia helped him in getting his pants to fit around his slimmer waist with a few belts
And after that, Amelia told Theo to sit and she did his hair, clearly having fun because she put it into a loose braid
And like that, Theo was dressed in a way that would help him be more comfortable and he thanked Amelia for her assistance
Amelia then said that Theo could go down to breakfast if he wanted to, but she had to leave so that Sebastian would get help preparing everyone’s meal
And like hell Theo was going to pass up his beloved pancakes!
Are you crazy?!
Mf would probably marry some pancakes if he didn’t eat them first-
When Theo went down to breakfast, no one really said anything
Until Arthur came in the room
“Well, Theo, you look rather-”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll feed you to King.”
Needless to say, Arthur shut up after that
When Vincent came in the room, his brain went completely “am confusion cinnamon roll noises”
“So my little brother is now a woman… Does that mean I have a little sister now?”
Either way, Vincent said Theo was incredibly beautiful as a woman and pat him on the head, to which the latter got embarrassed by and asked the former to stop
Not much happened after breakfast, except for Arthur needing to be told off occasionally
Theo mostly spend his day with King, playing with him and taking a nap with him at one point
King ended up on top of Theo and used his chest as a pillow as he usually did
Theo had to glare at Arthur so he wouldn’t make a sexual joke or comment about it
The next day, Theo woke up back to normal and was so relieved
“Oh, thank god!”
His back was killing him yesterday and he gave Amelia props for being able to still be able to stand up straight at the end of the day
No one really said anything about the day before, except for Vincent saying he was happy his brother was back to normal and King whining because his new chest pillow wasn’t as big and soft anymore
And there’s the next three suitors! Sorry it took a minute, babes! I had fun with this one and yes, I do imagine Vincent and Theo having sort of reversed female body types. Stay tuned for part three and go read part one of you haven’t, please and thank you!
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Imagine Ayo and Aneka developing a crush when you come to visit Wakanda
"She hates us" Ayo stated watching as you left the lab with Okoye who offered to show you around the city.
"No she hates you" Aneka corrected her lover resting a elbow on her shoulder.
Ayo turned to her with a eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"I brought her breakfast this morning and she actually invited me to join her. While she ate you know she's pretty cool" Aneka told her trying not sound like she was gloating.
"She won't let me anyhwere near her" Ayo complained with a pout.
"I wouldn't either if you judo-flipped me onto the floor the first time I saw you." Shuri said walking past both of them on her way to her workstation. The two of them had chosen to stand guard over the lab today in anticipation that you would be here hanging out with the Princess, and you had until it was time for a break. You wanted to go out to eat but didn't know a single popular spot to go to. Okoye stepped in without hesitation to show you some.
"How was I suppose to know she was one of your American friends?" Ayo defended.
"You could've asked before going all Dora on her, and throwing her to the cold hard floor then putting your spear to her throat." Shuri said pouring a liquid into a vial, but still had a smirk on her face.
"She came out of nowhere and just walked up to hug you. Its my job to protect you I was just suppose to know she wasn't a threat." Ayo protested walking over to lean back onto the work table.
Shuri's attention shifted from her experiment for a brief second as she glanced up Ayo to see the pleading on her face. You really did just let yourself in using your power to turn into a current of electricity and travel through conducting material.
"Fine I'll talk to her when she gets back, but what do you two want with her anyway?" Shuri question standing up straight her eyes flickering back and forth between both of them. There was amusement in them.
"We just find her to be interesting that's all" Ayo said with a light shrug.
"And beautiful" Aneka threw in with no shame.
"Aneka" Ayo chided her softly smacking her shoulder.
Shuri just shook her head giving both of them a playful smile. She already knew what they wanted with you, but wanted to see if they would admit it.
Hours Later
You ended up staying out with Okoye for the rest of the day considering. Shuri had some important lab work to catch up on, you were grateful she agreed to run some tests on you last minute to see. What was up with your powers lately, and why were they going haywire. You had the ability of electricity manipulation and for the longest you had full control of it. Able to generate it, teleport with it, absorb it, and shock or just electrocute people. But lately something had been going wrong whenever you would go to send a stream of electricity at someone. Your powers would just cut off short and you were afraid that. You could be possibly losing them or something.
Shuri was able to come to the conclusion that your powers were just involving, and giving you new abilities with them. You just needed to start training to figure out what they were, so you could to master them. It was a bit annoying to know you had to relearn your powers when it already took you years to master them in the first place. But at least you weren't losing them altogether.
"Are you sure you don't want a training partner?" Okoye asked.
"No you've done enough for me besides I don't want to end up shocking you. You can show me some more combat moves tomorrow though" You said.
Okoye grinned. "Are you sure last time you didn't land a single punch?"
It was true the last time you and her had a friendly sparring match. Back when she was visiting America while accompanying T'Challa on diplomatic business. You ended up kissing the mat four times, and just gave up after that.
"Hey I've been training a lot more since then, and that's why I said you can show me some moves" You reminded her.
"Alright see you tomorrow" Okoye said then walked away leaving you at the entrance to the training rooms. On her way to the lab to see if either Shuri or Queen Ramonda needed anything else. She walked past Ayo who just gave her a nod. But Okoye could tell something was eating at her second in command, and knew it probably had something to do with the way she was staring at you earlier. She gave her a teasing smirk.
Ayo was hoping that Shuri had found the time to talk to you. After all it was her who told her you would training in the gyms of the palace. She really hope she wasn't being setup to be electrocuted. When she reached the gym her ears could pick up the sound of you moving. Ayo paused at the door to watch you train.
You were attempting to construct weapons out of electricity, so far only managing a rope. It was hard to gather the electricity, solidify it, and form it into something. The closest thing you had ever done with this in the past was a lightning bolt. After Thor dared you to do it.
You could feel someone watching you from the shadow, and at first assumed it was Aneka. The beautiful woman had made it a habit of surprising you out of nowhere. She showed up today while Okoye was showing you the market. Aneka begged you to let her whisk you away for just a few minutes. You had let her and didn't have a single regret. But when you glanced over your shoulder you realized it wasn't her, instead it was Ayo the one who put you on your back earlier.
You took a deep breath knowing you had been a bit too harsh to her afterwards. Shuri called you and pleaded the Dora's case telling you that she was just technically doing her job. That if Okoye hadn't known you personally she would've done the same. You knew she was right and was a bit curious to see what she wanted with you.
"I know you're there are you coming in" You asked with a ball of electricity taking form in both of your hands.
"I hope that isn't for me" Ayo said walking into the room.
"What no" You laughed before launching it at a dummy. It soared hitting the dummy in the chest causing a small explosion that left it with a gaping hole. "I'm not pissed at you throwing me I guess I lowkey did deserve it."
"I'm sorry for that I should've waited for explanation" she apologized.
You shook your head. "Naw I should've used the front door like every other visitor."
"In that case let us start over I'm Ayo"
"Nice to meet you I'm y/n"
Ayo beamed and let her spear lean up against the wall as she kicked off her shoes. She joined you on the mat. "So I hear you had trouble pinning Okoye last time you two sparred. If you want I can show you some moves."
"Well I'm getting nowhere with my powers tonight it might help me relax." You agreed walking over to stand in front of her but pausing a few feet away with a hand held up. "You promise to go easy on me right?"
"Of course sthandwa I will always be gentle with you" she replied with a smile.
You tilted your head to the side in curiosity at what she called you. Aneka had used that term more than once with you today, and Okoye reassured you it meant nothing bad. It was quite the opposite actually, but wouldn't tell you what it meant. You made a mental note to just ask Shuri later doubting either Ayo or Aneka would tell you.
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