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Artemisia x FemReader

A Princess and a Commander

A/N: I haven’t written for Artemisia in a while and I missed writing for her, so when I saw a story that gave me the perfect inspiration I knew I had to give it a go.

Warnings: None

Persia was one of the greatest empires of its time and none could match it strength in battle nor its wealth in knowledge. As such like a great and successful things, there was always someone or something wishing to topple them.

Persia was ruled by the great King Darius he was your father and you were the Princess and Persia's greatest treasure.

There had been threats recently in the capital against your family, this wasn't an uncommon assurance though it seemed the threats were becoming more frequent and closer to home and suddenly the entire palace was on high alert.

You were currently sitting in court to your father's left, whilst your brother Xerxes was sitting to his left. Matters were being discussed and disputes were being settled but you struggled to keep your attention focused entirely on the matters at hand.

your mind drifted from the throne room you were sitting to the ports and watersides that surrounded your home, to you there was nothing more beautiful than the sea and if you could anywhere at that moment, it certainly wouldn't be sitting in a room discussing politics whilst sitting looking beautiful. Instead it would be sitting by the water's edge admiring the soft sounds of the water as it rippled and flowed.

"Y/n," a voice called out though it was faint and almost inaudible when it reached your ears, your mind still wandering by the sea. "Y/n!" The voice was much louder this time and it jolted you quickly out of your thoughts.

"Yes," You called out, head turning from one side to another unsure as to who spoke your name and trying to locate the disturber. It was clear though, when you meant the slightly annoyed face of your father, that it was he who was calling for you.

"Y/n, Why weren't you listening?" he asked you, his voice was stern and almost disappointed, though he could never truly bring himself to actually sound angry at you. Now you felt guilty for not paying attention and you worried that you may have missed something important, due to his tone.

"I'm sorry father," You began to answer, upset with yourself for ignoring him even though it was unintentional, "I'm not quite sure what happened, could you repeat yourself please?" You asked him kindly, giving a vague explanation as to why you hadn't answered.

"I was explaining that I've called a guest to stay at the palace for the indefinite future, they'll be assigned to yourself to keep you safe these next coming weeks." Your father kept eye contact with you as he spoke, leaning on the left of his throne to be closer to you.

"Why on earth do I need a bodyguard," You asked him, though it seemed you hadn't though your words through before you'd said them, as they came across harshly due to raised voice and unruly tone. You were no longer sat but instead standing as you looked down at your father annoyed. Why did you need a bodyguard, there were plenty of soldiers around the palace and you could take care of yourself, you weren't a child anymore.

"Y/n keep your voice down, I don't want any back talk. This is for your own safety, you know the threats that have been made, it's to keep you safe." Even now, after you'd raised your voice at him and stood taller them him, your father wasn't angry, if anything he was more concerned than anything, is eyes conveying enough sincerity to confirm the worry but even that couldn't defuse your anger.

"I bet Xerxes isn't getting a bodyguard," You argued, pointing at your brother that sat your father's left. He'd kept himself out of the conversation thus fair but now you'd quite literally dragged him into it and he seemed less than pleased with that.

"Of course he's not, your brother can protect of himself against a threat but Y/n you haven't had much training and can barely keep your attention on the matter in the room longer than five minutes," Your father began to say to you, deciding to reason with facts than scolding. "How do you expect to me leave defenceless when your life could be at risk and you wouldn't even notice.”

You knew he was only looking out for you, he was your father of course he was and it wasn't like he was making up these facts either. Each one had been true, though the attention span one was slightly dramatised, you could pay attention to things, if anything you had some of the best hearing you knew of it. You only didn't pay attention during court and other formal gatherings because it was always the same old story being repeated for the hundredth time and it got boring very quickly.

You could tell by the look in your father's eyes that there was no arguing your way out for this and as such you wouldn't waste your breath, so instead you hung your head low and asked "When will this man be arriving?”

"They, will be arriving two days from now, until then you'll have to palace guards accompanying you during the day." Your father spoke matter of factly and now you already hated this man that would be showing up and stealing away your freedom for the foreseeable future.

"Alright father," You responded disappointed with what you had been told and quickly you left the throne room, deciding to retire to your chambers for the rest of the evening but even then you heard two of the guards from room, following closely behind you and you already detested this arrangement.

The next morning followed a very uneventful evening, you hadn't dared leave your rooms because you didn't want to be followed by two men, so instead you lock your rooms doors and curled up by the window with a book, not retiring for the night until the sky was the darkest shade of navy and the stars were brighter than before.

You'd taken your sweet time getting ready that morning, if you were going to followed by to guards, then you were going to annoy the life out of them until they were begging your father to relieve them of the duties to protect you.

Then once this 'Bodyguard' arrived you'd do the exact same thing to him and even more and you just knew he'd be running to the other end of Persia driven into madness by his Princess and then your father would have no choice but to give up and return your freedom back to you.

You'd taken an extra twenty minutes longer then usual, though you'd actually spent some of that time reading and dancing about your room, since you already knew that you really couldn't take longer then half an hour to get ready, so you tried filling out the time by doing other activities.

You knew you'd already annoyed the two guards who were to follow you for the next two days, there annoyed grunts and heavy footing was giving their annoyance towards you away. Though they'd never dare saying anything directly to you as you were their Princess and therefore you held the power with the situation.

Breakfast was much different to usual, accept from the fact that you made more of a point to talk to your brother rather than your father, as you were still greatly annoyed by his decision to strip you of your freedom. People could call you childish for doing such a thing and in all honesty you knew it was but quite frankly you didn't care and quite frankly why would you call an adults actions childish because unlike a child, an adult would always have a reason to back up their decisions.

After breakfast had concluded you'd left with a simple glance and goodbye towards your father, you could certainly hold a grudge. You didn't have any royal responsibilities to attend to today so as you walked down one of the many corridors of the palace, your mind thought through all the things you could do.

After walking out of the dining hall all your ears could hear was the heavy foot falls of the palace guards following you but when you rounded a corner and began walking down a new corridor it went quiet.

You didn't care enough to stop and check why the noises had stopped, and quite frankly looking down at the floor and being in your own little world, was far more satisfying.

The only problem was that you because your focus was on the ground and not in front of you, you hadn't been watching where you were going and not long after the corridor had gone quiet, you knocked into something hard and had to stop yourself from falling to the floor.

Your quickly regained your balance and began to look up as you steadied yourself, you were now angry that someone had knocked into you but in reality you were really only angry with yourself for yet again paying attention to your surroundings.

"Hey! watch were your going," you exclaimed in a loud and very un-Princess like voice, your tone slightly angered as you looked upon the person who you'd knocked into.

You expected to be looking upon a servant at the very most some advisor of your father's waiting for an audience but you certainly weren't expecting to see a woman, dress half like a lady and half like a soldier and suddenly you had to stop yourself from gaping.

You'd never seen a woman like her, she had black hair and blue, though her eyes were a little hard to make out due to the black eye makeup she was wearing. None of the ladies a court ever wore anything but a gown and though you were always more partially in dress, you did enjoy something a little less feminine when down by the sea.

"I beg your pardon," This wasn't voice was heavier than your own, her tone wasn't angry like yours but almost surprised and amused at once, as if she'd never had someone talk to her like that and she found it amusing.

Not one to admit you were wrong in front of a stranger you continued with your annoyance, "You walked into me, the very least you can do is apologise." You argued against this woman's amused tone but it seemed your statement had only amused her more and endeared her on.

"Alright I'll play along," She whispered it seemed the comment was more to herself then you and then you could see how her demeanour changed "I'm so very sorry my lady," She began to speak and immediately you could hear her words dripping with sarcasm. "Whilst you have me apologising would you also like me to brush hair and tie your shoes.”

It didn't matter that your anger towards the woman before was fake and instead anger towards yourself, now you were truly angry with her, not only was her amused smirk and sarcasm deeply irritating but her words were down right insulting, either she didn't know who you were or she very clearly didn't care.

"How dare you," Your voice was elevated as you raised your head and began to walk past the crude woman, knocking her shoulder on your way past. "Arrogant arse," You mumbled under your breath not caring whether this disrespectful woman had heard you or not but unbeknownst to you she had.

Once you'd neared the end of the corridor you heard your guards running down to catch up to you, though you did wonder why they stopped in the first place, strange.

You'd decided to spend the rest of your day in the gardens, having your lunch being brought out instead of eating inside and then you'd tended to some of the plants had read some more of your book, before finishing the day of with some scripture writing.

Dinner was similar to breakfast, in the way that it was uneventful though you'd decided that you couldn't ignore your father for the rest of your life. So after being nudged and encouraged along by your brother, you finally cave and spent the last bit of dinner having a conversation with your father, that thankfully had nothing to do with your safety or guarding arrangements.

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Can you do a really possessive and dominant Artemisia x Fem Reader story please (with smut), where the reader is a Greek hostage who Artemisia had been charged with keeping a hold of but soon she quickly falls in love with the woman and becomes very possessive over her especially when Misia’s generals get a little to close to her.

Mine just mine

Warnings: Smut, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, implicit manipulation and therefore 14+ only

Word count: 1.6 K

Pairing: Artemisia x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Artemisia knows what to do with unplanned guests

Requests: OPEN

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"General"

The voice of one of my crew members cut short the explanation coming from my lips as I tried to explain to others how we would have to return to Persia in order to equip ourselves with more weapons.

"What do you want?"

"Shirin saw a body floating on a piece of wood. We saved it."

"A body, a dead body?"

"We thought so, until she opened her eyes."

"Her?"

"Yes. Now she's threatening the crew with a knife?"

"Bring a knife?!"

"Yes."

"You should have told me that first, you animal."

Quickly, I left the small room we were in, climbing up some small stairs to be able to see the scene that was forming.

A girl covered with a white dress, dry hair and battered by the salt of the sea, and with red eyes, was moving from one side to the other, threatening my men with a knife.

"Where am I?" She shouted "who are you?"

The men, like good men, did not even deign to try to respond, they just wanted to get closer.

"Calm down."

The girl turned to look at me, listening to my request. I could notice how her grip on the knife loosened a little, to tighten her fist around it again.

"Who are you, where am I?"

"Welcome to the Persian ship, I am…"

"Artemisia… "whispered

"The same"

Before we could react, the girl ran in my direction, but before she could plunge the knife into me, I hit her head, making her fall unconscious on the floor, dropping the gun. Gently, I took the weapon and checked it. It was made of iron, and on the blade came engraved something. Ἰσοκράτης

This woman was none other than the daughter of Isocrates, the famous Athenian politician. This woman was the definition of a gold mine.

"What do we do with her, General?"

"You and you, chain her up and lock her up tight in the cellar. Don't give her a chance to escape" quickly 2 men took the body and started down the stairs. "And you and you, you are going to take one of the boats and row to Athens, go to Isocrates and tell him the sad story of how his daughter ended up on an enemy ship" I mocked, making my sailors laugh. "Maybe that way we'll get more than Themistocles' head."

All the sailors let out a deep laugh, knowing that something big was on the other side of the horizon.

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The next time I went down to the cellars, the woman, who I now knew had the name Y/N, was awake, and was even trying to untie the knots in her wrists.

"Try as you might, you can't escape."

My voice seemed to startle her, causing her to stop nibbling on the rope.

"Are you finally going to let me out?" her voice was hoarse. As if he hadn't had any water. My eyes glanced at the floor, realizing I hadn't touched either her food or the glass of water.

"You need to eat, you need to hydrate."

"I asked you a question!" she raised her voice, which made me raise my eyebrows, but that didn't make her back down "Are you finally going to let me go?" she asked again.

"No" I sat down across from her, took the plate she had been given, realizing that she had only been given a measly apple and a glass of water, so with my eyes I began to look for some food. "Not until your dear daddy sends us what we want."

Y/N let out a small but loud laugh, which made me take my eyes off the cereal sacks and land on Y/N's brown eyes.

"Then I'll have to die here."

"What do you mean?"

"My father banished me from Athens. So, no matter whether tomorrow you cut me to pieces or leave me alive, my father will want nothing more to do with me."

I stood silently, watching my master plan fall apart piece by piece.

I let out a big sigh and stood up, throwing the apple away.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll bring you better food."

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Eventually, I had to realize that Y/N was right.

My men returned with empty hands and verbal refusal from the great politician.

"So, what shall we do?"

I didn't even have the brains to answer them. Even I didn't know what we were going to do with the girl.

It was one more mouth to feed, one more weight for this vessel.

But, she was the most sensual woman my eyes had ever seen.

I couldn't just throw it away.

"Does anyone know if she's awake?"

"Omar went to give her her ration recently and she was awake."

Without waiting any longer, I got up and walked to the cellar door, opening it and finding the woman, who was now held only by a rope around her ankle.

"You were right, your father ignored us."

"I told you so" she commented with a mouth full of rice. She was completely hunched over as her plate was on the floor.

Quickly, I took the spoon out of her hand and grabbed the bowl. I took a spoonful of the food and brought it to her mouth.

"I have to apologize to you" she gave me a confused look, but opened her mouth, letting me feed her, but raised her eyebrows, asking me for an explanation. "For keeping you in a place like this. You deserve better."

"That means you're not going to let me go, right?" she spoke again with her mouth full. She was hungry.

"Do you have someplace where you are completely welcome?" Y/N was quiet and simply waited for me to give her another spoonful. So, I took it and popped it into her mouth. "Here I will give you the life worthy of someone like you."

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Things escalated very quickly, too quickly for me to relate in detail what actually happened.

Y/N loved it, so much so, that, she went from sleeping on top of a bean bag, to sleeping in my bed, every night, of course, after I stuck my fingers up to her vagina.

But, at first, Y/N at first, she didn't want me to go near her because she said he would never let herself be caught in the enemy's clutches.

"Please… don't stop!"

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy as I watched her eyebrows furrow, little beads of sweat on her forehead, her eyes closed tightly and an open mouth that never failed to be as sensual as she was herself.

"Do you want more, sweet girl?"

"Yes, please."

With force, I smacked one of her buttocks, causing Y/N to give a little jump as a high-pitched squeal came from those plump lips.

"You know how to order correctly."

"My lady, please let me cum."

"Cum for me, pet."

I buried my head between her legs again and began to suck on her bulge, while my index, middle and ring finger in her vagina, almost wanting to touch her insides, causing her now, to let out a loud moan, almost like a scream.

"General?"

Omar's head peeked into my room, causing me to peel my face away from Y/N's pussy and with my right hand I covered the woman's naked body with the blanket.

"What do you want, asshole?"

"We have Misia ships in our sights."

"Just get out."

The man slammed the door shut. I carefully got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" asked Y/N as a claim.

"Outside. I need you to shut up."

"But Artemi…"

"I told you to shut up!"

She did not speak again and allowed me to leave without further ado.

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"We know you have it, Artemisia."

I stopped pacing the room only to focus my gaze on the man tied in the chair.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Don't get smart with me, Artemisia, we know you're holding Y/N hostage."

"I regret to inform you, General Themistocles, but no one is being held hostage here" the men behind his back began to laugh lightly "Lady Y/N is here of her own free will."

"Why would a woman as worthy as Y/N be with someone like you?"

"Because I fuck her like no one ever can. If you had arrived a few minutes ago, you might have been delighted with her moans."

"You are a danger. You don't deserve anything from her."

"And you do?" quickly, I pulled out my pocketknife and put it to his neck.

"She deserves better."

"She's mine!"

"She doesn't even want to be here with you!"

"No?" I turned away from Themistocles and signaled Omar. Minutes later he arrived with a Y/N on shaky legs and wrapped in the blanket.

"Y/N!"

"Themistocles?"

"Oh, honey" I gave her a smile "Come on, come here."

She as obedient as ever, came to my side, letting me slip my arm around her hip.

"Is Y/N well, has this woman done anything to you?" asked the Athenian.

"Come on, pet, tell this man that you want to stay with me."

I got up to walk to his side and duck my head so that it was in the curve of her shoulder and neck, leaving little kisses on her soft skin. I even went so far as to feel goose bumps.

"Tell him, my love" I whispered close to her ear "tell him you're mine."

"Forgive me General Themistocles, but, I want to stay with my General Artemisia. She is the one to whom I belong."

I gave her a last kiss on her neck to give a cynical and victorious smile to the Greek warrior.

Note:

After many setbacks, writer's block, heat, pride day (by the way, happy LGBT+ pride day and month, I love you) HERE IT IS. I hope I can write the others that remain in two days like this.

PS: Have you seen that my new personality is Barbie?! I am very excited about the movie.

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Artemisia x Fem!Reader: Unspoken

Summary: Artemisia + 42 — “How have you survived this long by yourself?”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: I love Artemisia but writing for her after such a long time was definitely a bit of a challenge. That being said, I hope I was able to capture her character well enough!

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Warning(s): Blood, Minor Violence

“Miss, miss, what about this? A beautiful dress for a beautiful woman.” 

A richly colored dress is shoved in your face and you reel back, only the hand on your back keeping you upright. The vendors are nothing if not eager this year. 

You walk past without acknowledging him and he moves on to the next woman who seems naive enough to suit his tastes. The goods are of fine quality, but the prices are enough to make even you balk. Perhaps your Father wasn’t so remiss in sending you with a companion. 

“Do you intend on making a purchase, Princess?” Artemisia asks slowly, “Or will we circle the market again?” 

You thought being so close to the water would bring her comfort, but she’s been antsy all morning. The market on the east dock is hardly the worst place she’s accompanied you to and her behavior gives you pause. 

“Impatient, Commander?” 

“Those willing to do you harm can do so easier if you follow a predictable path.” 

“That’s what you’re for.” You offer a pointed look. 

Normally, you wouldn’t take so long at the market, but you’re looking for a gift; for your very own companion, coincidentally enough. She would be leaving again in a few moons and you wanted to send something with her. 

Jewelry was off the table; she had no use for it and it would only serve as a hazard when she fought. You’d briefly considered a new sword, but knew she was too fond of her current weapons. Going down the weapons route, you decided a small, concealable dagger would serve her well. The problem was finding the right one. 

Every weapon you’d seen this far was too ornate. The hilts were made of heavy material or inlaid with a dozen gems that’d impede the point of being concealed. You need something functional that you can adjust just enough to make personal while still serving her well. 

“Be that as it may, we shouldn’t tempt them just because I’m capable of defending you.” 

“Why not?” You grin, admiring a stall of delicate chains in gold and silver, “I thought you liked spilling blood.” 

Artemisia says nothing. 

You chuckle and shake your head. 

Your eyes catch a stall with a large man hammering metal in the center of countless weapons. It lays tucked behind everything that glitters, simple and cold in its nature. This is your third time around the market and only now do you notice it; it’s the only stall not shouting to draw attention. 

Drifting towards it, the stall runner perks up. His eyes trace over you with interest. You can feel Artemisia follow close behind. She’s hardly ever far. 

“Ah, a woman of taste. Come, come, let’s see—“ He peruses his selection and holds one out to you, blade first, “Try this one.” 

Raising a brow, you reach out, only to find your wrist gripped. Artemisia glares at the man while hissing in your ear, “How have you survived this long by yourself?” 

You’re shoved roughly behind Artemisia’s form. She rips the blade from the vendor’s hands, not blinking at the blood it draws from her palm, and holds it out to you. Her eyes pierce the vendor and he seems to tremble where he stands. 

Taking the dagger from her hands carefully, you turn it over, inspecting it. It’s beautifully crafted, with a simple hilt and sharp, but ultimately doesn’t stand out to you. There’s an inscription along the blade that you try to read. You fail, coming to realize it isn’t a language you know. 

“Use it.” 

You look up, trying to place the voice. Artemisia is still glaring at the vendor, while he looks at you, but neither of their lips are moving. Turning, you find no one behind you either. 

“Did someone say something?” You ask softly. 

Artemisia turns, frowning. She shakes her head. The vendor doesn’t acknowledge your question, only stares, like there’s an answer he can’t understand without you. It makes your skin crawl. 

“Kill him.” 

Neither of their lips move. But you hear the voice all the same. 

You want to drop the dagger from your hands, but you can’t. Your fingers are wrapped around it and unmoving. It’s like your body is reacting independently of your mind, refusing to respond to basic commands, the desire and bloodlust so strong it feels like it’s all you have. 

The vendor's eyes light up. 

Every warning in your mind is going off. Something is very, very wrong here. But you step forward and turn the dagger blade out. You want to scream, but can’t open your mouth. All you can do is watch yourself pull back with the intent of burying it in his chest. 

Artemisia grabs your wrist before it sinks into his skin. He hisses and spits a curse at her, but she only rips the blade out of your hands, throwing it down at his feet. 

“Come on, Princess.” She says. 

When you don’t budge, eyes glued on the dagger, she takes matters into her own hands. You’re hefted over her shoulder. The action breaks you from your trance, shock overwhelming you. 

“Commander, put me down.” You demand. When she continues to weave through the crowds as if she doesn’t hear you, you growl, “Commander!” 

The Commander puts you back on your feet and shoves you backwards into an alley. Grabbing a couple of scarves off of the last stall she can see, she wraps one around your head. She uses the other to wrap over her own hair. You stare wordlessly up at her. 

You’re pushed into the shadows and she leans against a wall. Her eyes are focused on the main path. 

“Where did you go?” Artemisia murmurs, “When you held that weapon?” 

“I don’t know…” You admit. 

Her gaze turns on you. It’s dark and sharp, “You were going to kill him.” 

“I was. I wanted to, but it wasn’t… me.” 

She nods as if she knew all of this already. You can see her mind working a mile a minute, all while keeping a hard eye trained on the path. Dozens of people pass by before she looks away. 

“Why did you stop me?” You whisper. 

“You didn’t want to kill him.” She says simply. 

“But how could you know that?” 

“I know you, Princess.” 

Artemisia says it like it’s the most natural thing to admit. You’ve never met a soul the Commander bothered to know. It warms you from the inside and makes a smile bloom on your face. 

You lean up and place a kiss on her cheek. She stares at you and though she doesn’t say anything, you can feel the confusion radiating from her. The simple truth is that like Artemisia has never bothered to know anyone, you’ve never had anyone bother to know you. You’re a stepping stone to your brother or father in the eyes of the court or people; but not to the Commander, it seems. 

How odd. 

How lovely. 

“Kiss her,” Comes that voice again and you freeze, “Claim her.” 

When you look into Artemisia’s eyes, something clicks. You smile and grip the edge of her garment to pull her closer. The unyielding armor beneath her dress grounds you, stabilizing your mind while your heart races. 

“Artemisia.” You whisper. 

“Princess?” Artemisia asks automatically. 

“Will you kiss me?” You ask, “Will you claim me?” 

There’s a spark of recognition in her dark eyes. Her hands come up to rest on the wall behind you, arms bracketing your head as she does just that; claiming your lips and body and heart without having to say a single word. 

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ROTTMNT Leonardo x mutant!female!reader

Universe (on-going)

Artemisia

MHA Males x hero!female!reader

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Falling

Awake

Tour

Alastor Hartfelt x female!reader

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The Hazbin Hotel

Pentious and Vox

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Different (on-going)

New Roommate

The Squad😎💯

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[rosewaterandivy]

exsanguinate

Summary: exsanguinate - the action or process of draining or losing blood.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, if you squint (it's really more of a character study)

WC: 2.5k

Warnings/Themes: 18 +, MINORS DNI. Graphic depictions of violence and sex. Psychological horror/trauma, botched forced sterilization, abortion, memory loss, body horror, dark and sacrilegious themes, and mutual corruption.

A/N: prosaic idolatry, smut, horror, and the sublime. please re-read the warnings/themes section above because this is not for everyone. if you can't watch a David Cronenberg film or have issues with any of the warnings above, please move along. and before you can ask, yes, this is a quasi-winter soldier!au

Please do not interact if you aren't 18+.

Nota bene: Reblogging, commenting, and liking my work is always appreciated; reposting, however, is not.

Enjoy! 💜

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“There’s a ticket out for you too,” The American says, eyes cutting to yours. 

You nod, lips pursed and observe the painting before you: Artemisia Gentileschi’s Judith Beheading Holofernes. You know the story well, the Biblical Judith and her maidservant bear down on their victim, the invading Assyrian general Holofernes, as Judith saws at his neck with a sword. 

Your eye travels to take in the blood spattering in long, ropy arcs, spraying Judith’s chest and neck. Holofernes’s tortured expression and copious amounts of blood are familiar to you, a slow smile crept its way across your face.

I got your one way ticket right here, mister.

Stepping to the next painting, the American trails alongside you.

“I appreciate that.”

It’s a calculated response, one you’d inevitably settled on anticipating this very conversation.

“We’ll be in touch.”

His footsteps echo along the corridor leaving you alone in the gallery.

Eyes taking in the somber hues of blue and gray, along with the warmth of a red dress and ochre wall. Magritte’s The Lovers II stares back at you. It was always a favorite of yours, embodying the protagonists’ frustrations all too well.

The hoods could very well double as burial shrouds, a final separation of the lovers in their last embrace.

The knife twisted inside you once more.

Moscow likes a sure thing.

So when you were brought in, an amalgamation of skin, bruises, and bones, he was suspicious.

And when the handler ordered him to fight you, he nearly balked.

But not you.

Barrelling at him with all your might and the grace of a dancer, you were ready to rip him to shreds.

The Asset.

The man you could never possibly live up to.

How wrong they turned out to be.

He wakes to a disembodied blood curdling scream. 

Jolts upright in his cell, briefly disoriented by the faint tingle of a phantom limb. Goes to flex his fingers and shake out the tinge to find nothing there.

The prosthesis was being recalibrated. He usually slept better without it, anyway. 

Silence echoes through the hallway, the faint whirring of machines fading away like an afterthought.

Looking to the left, he finds you aren’t in your cell. Which is odd, given the hour.

He stays awake, lays back against the bed and waits.

Not an hour later, two medics drag you back to your cell. The tops of your feet are bloody from scraping against the concrete, and two red spots bloom through the flimsy white gown near your hips.

They place you back on your bed, promising to return a few hours later to check on you. A brief nod of understanding and they’re walking back to the operating room.

You’d stifled your pain as long as you dared, hiccupping sobs erupting from your throat as you turn toward the concrete wall.

“What happened?”

It’s the first question he’s asked you since your appointment as his partner. His voice was controlled, but concerned. He doesn’t like not knowing things.

You sniff, an effort to stop your tears and snot but it does no good. When the sobs and hiccups subside, you reply: “Moscow likes a sure thing.”

No accidents. No fuck-ups. No survivors.

One day, maybe, you’ll tell him how the good doctor didn’t put you under (couldn’t spare the expense) as he sterilized you. How the medical staff had to hold you down limb by limb to quell your thrashing.

“Now, now, Lilith,” he tsked with scalpel in hand, “Either you comply or we get the little red book, eh?”

A cold sweat broke out against your skin. Anything but the little red book. The trigger words and their inevitable countdown to oblivion and the chair.

“N-no,” you manage to eek out through the bit in your mouth, “I’ll be good.”

A slow smile, like splitting skin with the tip of a nail, “Of course you will dear.”

He turns toward the camera in the operating theater just as a nurse jabs a needle into your neck. The chemical concoction burns its way through your veins.

“Let us begin.”

You’re late.

Uncharacteristically so.

Your partner trudges on ahead of you, boots crunching in the snow. Coming back from a mission in the outer reaches of the taiga, in December. 

Fucking Moscow.

The safe house is within sight now, at least. The promise of a warm fire and the ability to feel your toes again was within reach. 

The drop, which he knows nothing of, is tomorrow.

The pills, which he knows nothing of, will be administered by the pharmacist the day after tomorrow.

You could do this.

You had to do this.

There were no other options.

Time had run out.

You’d been in denial until a week or so ago. 

You had, after all, been sterilized via tubal ligation several years ago.

So, when you’d run out of condoms during a recon mission in Budapest sometime after midnight, the risk was negligible. 

And he’d talked so low and sweet, made your body positively sing sin, that the obstacle was quickly forgotten.

Somehow, you never did manage to grab another box.

So it goes.

Color you surprised when you realize you’ve gone the greater part of a month without your period.

The test itself nearly falls out of your hand and clatters to the ground when the two lines appear. 

A familiar rap on the door.

“Mon coeur, we’re going to be late.”

Yeah, about that…

But there was no time to spare, Moscow was calling. And if this extraction was going to go off without a hitch, there could be no question of your loyalties. 

Scrambling to hide the evidence, you toss the plastic test into the bin and give yourself a final once over in the mirror.

Deep breath.

“Of course, Soldat,” you purr opening the door. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

He was furious, of course.

Holed up in the safe house with someone he thought he could trust, who turned out to be a traitor.

“They approached me,” you say for the umpteenth time.

He rakes his hand through his hair again; the strands standing this way and that evidence of his frustration.

“You kept saying things in your sleep, over and over again,” you try to reason with him. “Robin, Hawkins, Star Court, Upside Down, Dustin—”

“What?”

You pause, taking in the low pitch of his voice. “Like I said, you were talking in your sleep.”

He sits in front of the fireplace, warm golds and oranges cascading across his face. He shakes his head, “Those words mean nothing to me.”

“Well,” you bite your lip, “Agree to disagree.”

You recount how you intercepted a cipher from someone named Murray and sent another back.

“Under a pseudonym, Laika.”

“The Sputnik II dog?”

“The patron saint of one-way trips,” you reply, with a sad turn of your lips.

Continuing to fill him in on how the American made contract and gained your tentative trust. 

“He showed me pictures.”

A younger man, maybe not entirely carefree but at least carrying a different burden from the man in front of you now.

“You looked happy.”

He grunts, disbelieving.

Rising from your perch against the windowsill, you step toward him. He makes room for you in front of the fire, head resting against the crown of yours as he pulls you to his lap. Breathes in the familiar scent of you, nose buried at the nape of your neck.

“The name. Tell it to me again.”

“Steve,” you say, “Steve Harrington.”

You feel his lips moving against your sensitive skin, mouthing it back to you, tasting the syllables against his tongue.

“Who the fuck is Steve?”

Despite yourself, you let out a laugh.

“That’s for you to find out, Любимый.”

The American arrives at daybreak, just as he promised.

The knocks on the door match the code you’d agreed upon. The Soldat is less than enthused— his brows have been furrowed since he'd woke up. 

Kits packed, and the fire extinguished, you hazard a glance for anything left behind. Deeming the safe house cleaner than when you’d arrived, you open the front door and step outside. 

Fresh snow blankets the area as the American waits for you to approach. You nod in greeting and turn back to the cabin, “Get a move on,” you call out in Russian.

Facing the American you’re privy to his reaction upon seeing this so-called Steve Harrington. And it does not disappoint. His eyes widen ever so slightly, the light blue appearing cooler in the winter light. He takes a breath, gaze falling to the metal prosthesis of his left arm.

“Steve.”

The door slams shut and echoes throughout the clearing. He shoulders his bag and assesses the American, coming to a stop at your side.

“Do you trust me?"

He regards you briefly, gaze softening on your features. “Of course, my love.”

His eyes search your face for any signs of apprehension. Finding none, he sighs and gestures to the American as if to say, ‘lead the way.’

The three of you trek into the forest for several kilometers. The American says little and for that you are grateful. The Solda— Steve speaks to you every so often in Russian; you’re lagging behind and he’s concerned.

You spy the snowmobile out of the corner of your eye, just where Stanislav said it would be. 

You owe me, She-Wolf.

Called in every favor you had, ledger bleeding red at this point. But it was worth it, you’d do it all over again if it meant he could be free.

After all, one of you should be happy.

The telltale sound of a twig snapping halts your party. The American pulls a glock from his coat and slowly turns back toward you. 

Your partner, armed to the teeth as ever, already has his M4 carbine loaded and scope trained on the outlying forest. 

“How many?”

Checking the magazine on the M294 SAW, you sigh. “Too many.”

The first shot whizzes just past The American and you play your hand. Returning fire and stepping off the trail, you jerk your chin to the west. 

“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”

“Not happening sweetheart,” he grouses, picking off a sniper.

“We’re nearly there already, less than a kilometer to the Ukranian border.”

“All the more reason to go together.”

Stanislav was not going to like this. The sooner you convinced him to leave with the American, the better. 

“I’ll be fine, mon lion.” You assure him, covering his flank. “Get the American out of here, I’m right behind you.”

And this would be the hardest part. 

Breaking his trust could very well be the end of you, but it had to be done to ensure his safety and survival.

You hear the bullet before you can feel it graze your temple. As you fall, you see him turn toward you and run faster than he has in his entire life.

Voices are muffled, but you can tell that there’s shouting.

“We have to go now!” The American says, tugging at your partner’s arm.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” he bites back, hands searching for injuries along your torso.

In the fall, your head had lolled to the side and effectively hidden the wound. The blood still poured however, head wounds bled like a bitch anyway, and you know him well enough that he won’t move you until it’s necessary.

His lips form your name, not Lilith or ma louve, not darlin’ nor malishka. Your actual name, the one Moscow hadn’t managed to scrape from you; something you held close and dear, reserved for only him.

Everything is so still.

Quiet.

The American attempts to bargain with him, unsuccessfully.

“C’mon honey,” he croaks, “I’m here, I’ve got you. Just gotta wake up, hmm? We’re so close, you can’t leave me now.”

It’s a funny thing, you never wanted to leave him in the first place. Just wanted him safe and sound, away from the rot of Moscow and your blood-stained hands.

His right hand lingers over your arm.

Warm.

His fingers touch your cheek.

Nothing.

Your face has gone slack, eyes shut, body lax against the white snow.

Well, mostly white.

Arms wrap around you, a hand cradles your head, you feel the tremor in his hold before he croaks out in English, “Help her. Help–”

“Don’t look kid,” The American advises, voice low and pleading. “We gotta go, Steve. She’d want you to.”

He’s ignored.

Pulling away from his grip, cool fingers turn your face toward him before they flinch back as if burned.

A hollowness carving its way through his chest.

So many things he never got to tell you. Never had the right words to say— And now, there are simply none.

He chokes down the feeling. The pain, torment, sacrifice, torture— all of it. Wills himself to stop trembling, and stop being weak but the voice echoing through his mind is unfamiliar to him. Older, stern, and perpetually disappointed.

Finally, he turns his hand.

A blood-red bloom.

Stanislav held up his end of the bargain and patched you up as best he could before depositing you back in Moscow under the care of the pharmacist. 

You wake in a dimly lit room, a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. 

The wound at your temple has already begun to heal, thanks to the KGB serum no doubt. 

The old woman enters with a tray of food and a glass of water. She sets it down at the foot of the bed with a sad smile. 

You clock the paper cup immediately and swallow what feels like is your heart crawling its way out of your throat. 

You pick at the food until she deems you’ve eaten a decent amount. She hands you the paper cup and a glass of water. Eyeing the four pills in the cup, you glance up to ask, “Got anything stronger?”

A slow shake of her head.

With a sigh, you tuck the four pills under your tongue and wait for them to dissolve. After a few minutes, you take a sip of water and swallow the last remnants of the pills. Upon your arrival, you’d be conscious enough to take enough pain killers to down a horse, just in case. 

You finish drinking the water and pass it back to her.

She regards you carefully, sadness in her eyes. “I’ll bring you vodka,” she concludes lifting the tray from you bed on her way out the door, “After, for the pain.”

As the door closes, you hand rests against your abdomen briefly. Nothing more than a clump of cells now, a hurricane of genetics containing both you and him. 

In another life, it would have been good.

As it was, there was hardly a choice to be made. 

A choice between you and him.

(Him, always.)

A choice between survival and death.

(Survival, at all costs.)

Moscow, after all, likes a sure thing.

It was all but assured that you would raze the organization to the ground with your very hands. Dissemble their precious assets brick by fucking brick. The handlers, the medics, and the good old doctor himself would have to answer for their crimes blood for blood.

And you knew all too well the many and varied ways to make them bleed.

Hell hath no fury, after all.

#steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fan fiction #stranger things fanfic #winter soldier!steve #Spotify

[tonysbed]

Who are you?

Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary:A woman,you don’t know,is sitting on your couch when you get back from a mission and your husband is nowhere to be fond…

Not proofread

warnings:Cursing I believe?,Angst,FLUUUUUFF

You put your keys aside and slipped out of your shoes.The only thing your body craved right now,was the warmth of your husband.He wasn’t needed for the mission,so it was only you and Romanoff.

You walked into the hallway”Loki?Darling,I’m home!”When you didn’t get an answer,you figured he might be asleep,so you went quietly into the living room.You stopped once you rounded the corner.

Who the hell was that on the couch?It was a woman, not your husband.Your heart broke at the possibility that this was the end.You didn’t move,still in shook from the realisation that it wasn’t Loki who was sitting on the couch.

But..Where was Loki?The woman was sitting on the couch like it was her own.Like she belonged there.

You took a deep breath in and walked into the room. “I’m sorry,Who are you?And why the hell are you sitting on my couch?And for the love of God,where is my husband?!”You got louder.The woman stood up once she saw you”Y/n-You’re home-“

You tilted your head.How did she know your name?

“Who are you?”The woman sighed”You weren’t supposed to find out this way..”You furrowed your eyebrows”Find out what?That he’s cheating on me or what?I never would’ve thought he..”You shook your head,hoping the woman had a better explanation.

“Gosh no!Y/n-Its me.Loki”Her body tensed”What?What do you mean,you’re Loki?”She looked at you”I-You know I’m a shapeshifter,right?”You nodded.

She sat down at the end of the couch and started fidgeting with her hands.

“I..I’m genderfluid.I just wasn’t sure how to tell you so I only walked around in my male form,so you won’t get scared or leave me cause you don’t want to date someone as weird as me.”She rushed out.Your heart ached at the words of her”Why would you believe,that I would think you’re weird?You’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met.With whoever you are”

She looked up at you,once you stood in front of her”I don’t care,Loki.You’re you,as a he,as a she or they.What do I care,as long as I have you.I love you,not your gender dummy”She smiled and hugged you.

Her fingers dug into your sides and Lokis head rested on your stomach”Thank you,Y/n.I love you too”

You stroke her hair”And now you’re gonna tell me,who told you,that being gender fluid makes you weird.I need to give them a little visit.”Loki smiled up at you. “He’s already dead,Love”

Knowing who she meant,you just pressed her tighter against your form”If anyone ever says something like that to you,You’ll let me know,and I’ll go have a little chat”

“We both know your not gonna chat”

“Oh Girl,You know me so well”

- - - -

This is one of my favourite things i’ve written so far.I absolutely love Artemisia as fancast for Lady Loki:)

#loki layfeyson imagine #loki layfeyson x avenger!reader #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki god of mischief #loki x reader #female loki #lady loki #loki fanfic #loki x y/n #loki x female reader

[boonsmoon]

Be Your Inspiration

Request: Do more about Crimson(from Ragna Crimson) with reader fluff pls 🙇🙇

Happily😋BTW I'm on winter break everyone!! I've been made aware the anime is out; however, I have no idea how far along it is, so just incase manga spoilers

Request Masterlist Crimson x f!reader Genres:🎉🌸💞🧪

You're not sure how long you've been teamed up with Crimson, what you do know is you have been around long enough to know Crimson like the back of your hand. And recently he seems to be having some trouble that is going unspoken.

The new recruit shouldn't be to blame, he couldn't have known, but you can't help but associate some blame with Ragna. I mean, Crimson hasn't looked this stressed out since never!

Taking out the winged bloodline is proving troublesome, and the recent lack of progress must also be the cause of all this stress. But! Instead of theorizing on the various reason for Crimson's behavior, why not just ask?

...

A terrible idea really, I apologize for suggesting it. As expected, he avoided all your subtle hints, even changing the topic completely to get you to stop your interrogation.

Let's start again at square one, shall we? Crimson has a problem, but won't tell you the reason to that problem directly. So, how about this, you get the new and very valuable recruit to aid you in your quest by causing absolute mayhem.

After some convincing and cheering from Slime, Ragna agreed to cause trouble if the end goal made Crimson better. That poor boy is so gullible for being your bait, please apologize to him later.

...

Yeah he needs that apology right now, Crimson is giving Ragna the scolding of a lifetime. But luckily for you, Crimson is now ~vulnerable~ and definitely more willing to talk in this state.

Upon questioning him once more, you are hit with the sad reality of what it means to be leader. You did not expect this much venting when inquiring about recent trouble, but you're too deep in now.

"That idiot keeps ruining my plans! We're more than likely set back another 5 years at this point!" Yikes, Crimson ain't happy. Though it was the next line you heard that really broke you.

"Why do I even keep fighting at this point?" He looks down in shame, "if nothing goes my way and I can't even fix it, why bothering reaching for my goal?"

Oh no, no no no, we can't have the leader give up and lose motivation now. "Because it is your destiny to win, to let the world know who defeated the Dragon God."

"What if it's not? And this fool is a testament to put me in my place?" Crimson rebukes.

"I know it's not, because I've seen you and your abilities, and I know you can become more than you are right now. I'll help you find that flame that started your journey, and believe in you until the end of it." You were gripping Crimson's shoulders and looking into his eyes.

For a second you could've swore you saw him tear up before turning around. "We'll work on a new plan against Artemisia tomorrow."

Some sacrifices were made, but at least you got your Crimson back.

ngl i struggled with the plot for a hot minute

if yall can't tell the ending was inspired by Find Your Flame :)

this also feels significantly shorter than the last fic but less cringe, why can't i pick a struggle

#ragna crimson #crimson ragna crimson #crimson x reader #ragna crimson x reader

[idk-what-i-stan]

Fic Rec Masterlist

(W.M) (N.R)

Updated: 10/10/22

please let me know if any of these have been deleted

All Recommended Fics

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Highschool/collage au - HS

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WandaVision:

WandaVisionReader, series finale (not in the master list)  - @dontcare77ghj CD

Home Is Where The Heart Is - @dontcare77ghj CD

Homeward bound - @dontcare77ghj CD

Memories - @dontcare77ghj CD

WandaNat:

Brain On Fire, Ch2 - @thenatashamaximoff CD

Walk Away - @reminiscingtonight CD

ScarletWidow One Shots by marvelaosdc1620 (parentel) CD

A Place We Call Home by NoiHarris AU

Yelena Belova:

Greetings, Sister-In-Law - @just-my-fandom  CD

No Strings Attached -  @l-artemisia-del-secolo CD

Yelena And Wanda:

Normalcy - @dontcare77ghj​ CD

Miscellaneous:

The 4 Rings - Peggy Carter, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill by @lilian-maximoff CD

Parker Twins - Peter Parker by @bellero CD

Peggy Headcannons - Peggy Carter by @cap-n-stuff CD

My Fathers Daughter, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 - Tony Stark x daughter by @raineydays411 CD

Venom - Team by @dontcare77ghj CD

Not just rescuers - clintasha with maximoff kids by Aurum.Fidei CD

Stand by without flinching - rommonroggers with Wanda and Peter kids by Elisacollette CD

Life Happens Vol. 1 - Peggy Cater x Angie Martinelli, Natasha child by StoriesbyReese CD

Life Happens Vol. 2 - Peggy Cater x Angie Martinelli, Natasha child by StoriesbyReese CD

Before then, we had made a wish that we would be missed - Melina Vostokoff x OFC, Natasha and Yelena children By Charlie_Balle CD

A job that slowly kills you, bruises that won’t heal  - Melina Vostokoff x OFC, Natasha and Yelena children By Charlie_Balle CD

Rust around the rim, drink it anyway, i cut my lip - Clint x Laura, Natasha and Yelena kids by  Charlie_Balle AU

Scars - Bishova by  Thatoneloser_kid CD

Another Widow, a Second Chance - Maria Hill x Natasha Romonoff by  HiIAmSociallyAwkwardButHereIAm CD

You're like a ghost, you're everywhere - Yelena-centric by  Charlie_Balle AU

Multitudes - thetbone Natsha and Melina centric

Law & Order: SVU:

Noah teenage series - Calex by darkclocks CD

Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises - suspense for the story by  storiesofsvu CD

 AVATR THE LAST AIRBENDER:

The keeper of one's identity by musicalsarelife AU

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Emily Prentiss:

Memento Mori - @agent-ccarter CD

Spelling - @fantasticfemmefatale CD

Only If You Knew, Now I’m Getting Colder (part 2) - @specialagentsergio  (background Spencer) CD

Jemily:

Over All -  @emilysblackturtleneck CD

A Second Chance - JessCM09 (there are more stories in this series) CD

72 Hours - ARtheBard (i recommend the others as well) CD

Jennifer Jareau:

Endlessly - @sapphicstruggles CD

Cheers - @groovygoob (daughter reader) CD

Pinky Promise - @groovygoob (daughter reader) CD

Other:

Patron Saint of Lost Causes - themetaphorgirl HS

Prentissess - letpurplereign CD

The Umbrella Academy:

Definitely maybe i will live to love -  hazyshadeofwinter (seeing_blue)

Love is lovely when you are young -  hazyshadeofwinter (seeing_blue)

#masterlist #fic rec #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #criminal minds #wandanat #yelana belova #peggy carter #angir martenelli #jemily #emily prentiss #atla #law and order svu #tony stark #maria hill

[getlostsquidward]

coworker saw me reading something on my phone. asked if it was wattpad, mentioning a bunch of local wattpad authors i've heard of but never once read any of their works.

...i was reading a 14k-word artemisia x reader fic on ao3. all i could do was chuckle awkwardly.

#if i told her what ao3 was... it'll be a lomg conversation #which i didnt want to engage #that'll be all #rambles

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Eva Green- Owning the Red Carpet

Context: your going to the Dumbo premiere with your beautiful girlfriend Eva Green and coincidentally it just so happens to be your two year anniversary, let’s see what surprises you have up your sleeve for your incredible girlfriend.

A/N: I absolutely adored writing this and it’s probably my favourite Eva post yet, I hope you all enjoy.

Warning(s): None

I couldn't believe I was here, with her, the love of my life, right now. Me and Eva had been together for two years now and we were currently on our way to the premiere for Dumbo, which coincidentally fell on the evening of our two year anniversary, and I was certainly going to make it a night that we'd both remember forever.

Pulling up to the premiere I turned and faced Eva who sat next to me, positioned perfectly to be the first person out of the car and I saw how she sat there fiddling with her fingers. I knew how she got nervous before events like this, we'd both already agreed that we wouldn't be staying for any after parties or 'Plastic Parties' as Eva liked to call them.

"Hey, everything's going to be okay," I whispered to her reassuringly as I placed my hand over hers to stop her fiddling. "And you never know it might be really fun," I said to her smiling knowingly, I had a couple of surprises up my sleeve.

"I know," Eva responded taking in a deep breath before she returned my smile with one of her own beautiful ones. "Anything will be fun as long as your with me," my heart melted then and I could already feel a tear or two pricking at the back of my eyes.

Eva then took our conjoined hands and brought them up to her lips giving them a loving kiss, her red lipstick staining them slightly, before the car stopped and then the door was being opened for us to leave.

I watched how Eva hesitated slightly and so I gave her hand a tight squeeze which seemed to give her the confidence she needed as I then said, "Don't worry, I won't ever let go."

she then looked at me and I saw how her ocean blue eyes searched mine for a little more encouragement, "Promise?" She asked me and I may have almost not heard but I knew her well enough that I would always hear everyone word she said and even the ones that remained unspoken.

"I promise, my Princess," Then she left the car with a final deep breath pulling me with her, as our hands never left one another's and I knew I could never love anyone as much as I loved her.

Then the flashes came and the cheers began and suddenly the press were firing questions in every direction known to man but I was quick to react, I didn't even have to think about it, it was just a reflex.

I held Eva even tighter by her hand and practically glued myself to her side as I lead us down the carpet. I'd never been to something like this before, so I was acting purely on instinct my mind going completely into overdrive. It's one focus was making Eva feel comfortable and safe and also make sure she had an amazing time.

We'd had to stop once or twice so Eva could answer some interview questions but once I saw the look in her eyes shift, from the questions lasting to long, I was on it and knew the perfect way to make her laugh.

A whispered joke in the ear always seemed to do the trick at home and it seemed to work even better here, especially when I attempted some of the jokes in French, my imperfect translation seeming to be hysterical to Eva as she doubled over in laughter more than once and that's when I knew I was doing my job correctly.

We were now on the fifth interview and I was simply waiting now for all my planning and scheming over the last few weeks to fall into place.

Then as this final questionnaire interview came to a close the quiet music they'd had playing in the background became louder and I seized the opportunity to complete step 2 of my plan.

Step 1 had been to get Eva to this point.

As the music became louder and some of the other cast stood at the front of the red carpet in an open wide section, free of the press standing two inches away from you, I dragged Eva over with me.

I pulled her over by our joined hands and without warning we were standing on the open space with the music playing and I grabbed Eva's over hand, her faces completely perplexed and then I began to dance with her.

The music became louder and little faster and I began twirling her around and around, at first she was hesitant but soon enough as she saw how much I was enjoying it, she gave in and threw caution to the wind.

We danced and twirled, our hands always joined. Eva and I were laughing like mad women and for those three minutes of the song there was no one else around. It was just us goofing around in the living room with the music blaring and causing absolute chaos.

I knew it was coming close to the end of the song and on that final increase in Volume I lifted her up into the air by her waist twirling her around in the air as she laughed and smiled, a cheshire wide smile, down at me.

Then the music slowed and faded away and I placed Eva backdown on her feet, the only difference now, from before, was that she was facing away from me, her back turned to me.

Which gave me the perfect planned amount of time to signal Dani over, who placed the small blue velvet box in my hand and moving the skirts of my dress slightly I knelt down in just enough time for Eva to turn back around.

I watched as a thousand and one emotions rushed through her at once, before her face settled on shock and she was covering her mouth with her hands, eyes wide in shock.

"Eva Gaëlle Green," i began to say remaining on one knee as she looked down at me, waiting. "My beautiful, crazy and outstanding girlfriend, I...." And then I had to take a deep breath becoming nervous myself.

"I had a whole speech prepared but suddenly it's left my mind, so here it goes, off script. I've loved you since the moment I saw you, I've loved you since the first time we got drinks together, I've loved you ever since we ran around Hyde park in the middle of the night on the way home.

I love you in the way you dance around the living room to classical music, I love the way you hum to yourself as you cook dinner, I love your patience with me when I butcher your native language.

But most of all I love the way that you entered my life, head first and down a couple of steps in the hotel I was staying at in Paris. That's how you and I have always done everything, head first with no regrets and that's how I want us to continue.

I saw the tears flood down Eva's cheeks leaving stains as they went by and it took no less than two seconds for her to kneel down, wrap her arms around me and bring me back to my feet in an embrace.

So my beautiful Princess, the Mistress of my heart and my best friend. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes of course I'll marry you Y/N!"

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I'm very tired, but the heat is FINALLY over in my country and I'm going to get to work. THESE ARE THE NEXT WORKS, STAY TUNED.

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I love Irno's relationship with Vincenzo and I like to think that even though Vincenzo and Cad have a mutual respect, sometimes Cad will mess with Irno. He'll be biting her, but he's not really hurting her, Irno will be laughing and they are having a good time. But at some point she's going to say “Cad, stop!” because he is tickling her, but Vincenzo is going to be like “MISTRESS IS IN DANGER!!!!” and he's going to jump on Cad and defend his Mistress.

I go hard in this house.

99 Problems: Entry #82 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)

Summary: You are Irno Favara. Sometimes you like to play hard to get.

Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader

Rating: 🌶 Explicit 🌶

Word Count: ~3.4k

Warnings: Dildos, chasing, rough sex, anal sex, mild animal misuse, pegging, cuddles

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THINGS I KNOW ABOUT CAD BANE

#82: he likes vince??? i think??? sometimes he does and sometimes i worry he’s going to test out whether or not there really is more than one way to skin a cat.

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You are Irno Favara. And right now, you are standing over a pot of boiling water. Not for soup, not for tea, but for the sterilization of a dildo. You really should have done this a few days ago, but you’ve never been too good at scheduling.

You lower the silicone member into the pot. Time to get some long-overdue cleaning done... Or you could read the latest Pink Pirates installment. The author dropped a surprise release and you've been chomping at the bit to read it.

You try to bribe yourself. Get the galley clean and then read. And, to your credit, you get a counter washed down. But you sit for a moment to download the book and... accept that you are a weak-willed woman and get comfy.

You've just begun chapter three -- Artemisia and Cachi's escape pod is adrift in the Pincer Nebula -- when the familiar clunking of rocket-propelled boots walking across tile reaches your ears. Somewhere in your mind, you're aware of it, but you're too engrossed in your reading to pay it any attention.

"No, I ain't gonna play wit' ya. I let ya chase Todo around already." Cad is, presumably, talking to Vince. He'll never admit it, but he's grown awfully fond of the little fella. "An' quit weavin'. I'm jus' gonna step on ya."

He tramps down the steps into the galley. Vince seems to give up on his wanting attention and returns the way he came. Poor little fella. You’ll give him some fish tonight as a treat.

As soon as Cad realizes there's a pot boiling, he goes right to it. For as dour a man as he is, he is still a man, and men think with their stomachs. 

"What's fer--" He lifts the lid and stops dead. "...girlie."

"Yes?" you reply without looking up. Artemesia is trying to fix the heating system, but it looks like it's busted. They're going to have to strip down and cuddle up...

"Ya got a dick in here," Cad says flatly.

"I know," you reply. Aw, even despite the fact they've already slept together, Cachi's getting blushy about seeing her naked...

Long, bulb-tipped fingers push the edge of the holopad down, bringing you face to face with Cad's crotch. Based on the tent, he appears to be half-hard. You look up to see him frowning. "Ya gonna tell me why or are ya gonna keep me in suspense?"

You blink at him for a moment. Then you remember where you are and what's going on. "To sterilize it," you say. "Get anything unsavory off."

His brow scrunches up. "But ya cook with dat pot."

"And?"

Face still scrunched, he looks at the stove, then back at you. "...Dat thing was inside me."

You can't help but laugh. "It's boiling water! It'll kill anything on the dildo and in the pot. And besides..." You stand. He's not wearing his duster, so you're able to easily give his rear end a firm pinch. "You were pretty clean to begin with."

For such a dour man, he gets awfully blushy whenever you go for his ass. He sucks in a breath and goes straight as a rod, a big green splotch spreading across his cheeks. It contrasts nicely with his eyes.

You switch the heat off and remove the pot from the stove. You pluck the implement from the water with tongs and dump the water down the sink. Steam rises to warm your face as you set the pot down. "I always wash everything afterwards, if it makes you feel any better--"

A pair of hands on your hips and lips on your ear make you jump. Cad pins you against the counter, his now two-thirds-hard cock pressing against the curve of your ass.

He drags his tongue up the shell of your ear, giving it a gentle nip. "I was thinkin' ya let me use dat next time," he murmurs. "Fill ya up twice as much."

"Two in one or one in each?" you reply.

You took two in your pussy once. It hurt a lot and it only lasted about fifteen seconds before your pussy ejected both, but you did it for the sole purpose of bragging rights -- not that you go around telling everyone about that sort of thing. Just the horny men.

And the way he goes stiff and cranes his neck to look at you, face completely blank, sends a thrill right through you.

"Look me in de eyes an' ask dat again," he says.

You don’t need to be told twice. You like looking into his eyes. They remind you of ruby cabochons, polished so perfectly round that they catch the light with a glossy luster. They'd be worth millions.

Hell, you like looking at his face in general. You haven't decided if he's handsome yet, but he's just so... interesting. If his eyes are gems, his face is the relic they're set in. Lined and tarnished and filled with so much character. Utterly priceless. Ought to be in a museum so you could steal him for yourself.

Ugh. This man makes you think such ridiculous things.

"Well?" he asks, snapping you out of your larcenous musings.

And he has teeth like worn, weathered ivory. You really shouldn't find that attractive and yet.

It takes you a second to remember what he was originally asking about. Double penetration. Right.

"I can fit two dicks in there," you say proudly.

His eyes widen, then his brows rise. His cock follows. “Don’t believe ya.”

You’re... actually a little offended. “I’ve told you wilder things,” you say, “and that’s the one you don’t believe?”

He spins you around to face him, placing his hands on the edge of the counter to trap you. He’s trying to look intimidated, but the flush makes it unconvincing. “You been lyin’ to me, li’l lady?”

You actually pause for a moment. You don’t think you’ve lied to him... Exaggerated a little bit, perhaps. But never lied. You think.

He doesn’t like your hesitation. He lunges for your lips, but you slip under his arms and jump away. He takes a step towards you, fangs glinting.

You feel like playing hard to get. So, hard to get you will be.

Cad narrowly misses the hem of your dress as you dodge past him and up the stairs, but he’s got longer legs and is right behind you.

You're halfway up the ladder to the Justifier when he snatches you by the ankles. You squeal as he yanks you downwards.

You land in a sprawling heap atop him. You try to scramble away, but he grips your waist and rolls you over, trapping you between his wiry arms.

His chest heaves as he stares down at you, those cabochons practically glowing. "Gotcha."

You give him a coy smile and bat your lashes. "What are you gonna do to me, bounty hunter?" you say.

He's quiet for a moment, scanning your features as he catches his breath.

He wastes no time in rolling you over and pinning your wrists above your head. Brushing your hair aside, he attacks the nape of your neck. Short and sweet, long and lingering. He scrapes his fangs across it, drags his tongue across it, covers it with kisses.

You, of course, can do nothing but squeal. You’ve always been ticklish there. "Caaaaad!" you howl through laughter. "Stop it!"

"Nah." He places his whole mouth on it, practically tongue kissing the vertebrae. "Gotcha right where I want ya an' I ain't lettin' ya go."

You let out a groan that turns to involuntary giggles. You kick and thrash halfheartedly.

Finally, he releases your wrists and rolls you over. Lust sparks in his eyes, and he hitches your dress up. "Always liked fuckin' on de floor," he says as he fumbles with his zipper. "More room."

You open your mouth to agree, only to pause. Behind him, peering down the top of the hatch, is a tooka-shaped void. Vincenzo watches you with his one yellow eye. If you didn't know better, you'd say he looked concerned.

...You suddenly feel weird screwing in front of the cat. It seems... wrong.

Cad senses your apprehension, as he stops in his fumbling and looks over his shoulder. "Vince's lookin' at us."

"I know."

He looks back to you. "Don't feel right."

"I was just thinking the same." He lets you stand, and you help him to his feet. "Bunk?"

He huffs. "I s'pose."

You break into a grin. "You'll have to catch me first."

You scramble up the ladder and into the Justifier, blowing past Vincenzo. Cad is right behind you and you fall to the floor as soon as the door is closed.

You plows you like a field. Arms hooked under your knees, moaning and purring. It’s excellent. He pops like a champagne cork and falls beside you, panting. You’re about to complain when he presses his fingers to your core. You grind against them until you climax as well.

Quick and dirty. Just like you.

He mops you up with a stray towel. But when he tries to place a kiss on you, you hop to your feet and zip out the door.

It’s good to have no refractory period.

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You gave him a good run for his money. He’s about to give up when you sweeten the deal -- if he catches you, he can take you from behind.

That lights a fire in him.

He doesn't even bother toying with you when he catches you, just tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and hauls you to the nearest waist-high surface. Namely, the countertop in your galley.

He places you face-down. Snatching a bottle of minalive oil from the counter, he pries the cap off with his teeth and dumps some into his hands. He groans as he slicks his cock up.

You squeak as he slips his fingers into your rear. You're not worried -- you keep yourself meticulously clean -- but it's been awhile and his fingers are cold.

He doesn't react. "Safe word's meiloorun," he rasps. He doesn't wait for you to acknowledge before sliding in.

You have mixed feelings about anal. It's not wildly pleasurable for you, but the mere mention of it seems to drive all the boys feral and that enthusiasm is contagious.

He's growling and groaning and whining as he pounds into you. He's like a man possessed, rutting into you the same way he does when he's fertile.

You can't help but match his volume. You're not sure what comes out of your mouth, but it's loud and obscene and thank the Maker you're in hyperspace right now because if there was anyone else around, you'd definitely be getting arrested for disturbing the peace.

And then a number of things happen at once. You hear a scraggly growl, and something heavy lands on your back. Bane's rhythm stutters, and he hits something that makes you cry out.

And then that weight springboards off your back into Cad. He squeaks in a decidedly unmanly way as he hits the floor. You hear a loud hiss.

You turn around. Vince is standing on Cad's chest, hackles raised high and his ears back. He lets out another hiss.

"Vincenzo!" you say. "Get off him!"

He doesn't react. Which, in hindsight, you should have expected. He's a tooka-cat. They don't respond unless it's convenient for them.

Cad, however, has completely lost his mind. He bares his fangs at Vincenzo and hisses back. Vince, predictably, does not like this. His hisses again, flattening his ears completely. Cad matches the hiss, adding in a rattle for good measure.

You can really only stare. This is the weirdest dick measuring contest you've ever seen.

And then Vince whacks Cad's rostum with his paw and scampers away to leap into your arms. Cad yelps in pain and clambers to his feet.

"I'm gonna make a boot outta ya!" he barks.

In all honesty, you get where he's coming from. You're pretty annoyed as well. But you can't stay mad at your favorite kitty. Especially when he was just trying to protect you.

"He was just trying to protect his momma," you say. "Look, he didn't even use his claws."

Cad pulls his hand away from his face. No blood, just as you suspected, but now there’s a bit of oil.

He glares at his fingers, then at Vince. He spits something in Durese. You've been reading up a little bit on the language -- lots of technology-based metaphors -- and you recognize it as a curse. Literally sit on a faulty piston. Figuratively fuck you.

Vince doesn't react. Just twitches his ears and wiggles his little nose. He looks up at you and blinks. Mrrrow, he says.

Cad hisses again. It would be funny if it wasn’t the third time. "Cool it," you say. "He's just a cat. He'd do the same for you if you were in trouble."

He crosses his arms and scrunches his face up like a petulant child. “We gonna fuck or not?”

“Sure, sure... if you can catch me.”

You fling the cat at him and run.

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You resume the chase. Maybe it’s the post-sex endorphin rush, maybe it’s the minalive oil making his hands too slippery, maybe something deep in your subconscious just isn’t in the mood for anal.

But you, Irno Marie Favara, manage to keep away from Cad Bane, greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy.

Looking upon his panting, flushed form, collapsed like a rag doll against the stairs that lead up to your bedroom, you can’t help but feel proud of yourself.

“Throwing it in?” you ask. He glowers at you, then nods. “Say ‘uncle.’”

He spits at you in Durese again. You don’t catch a word of it this time, but you choose to believe he said ‘uncle’ in his mother tongue.

You ease him to his feet and help him up the stairs. He flops onto the bed, limbs sprawling every which way like a bunch of wet noodles.

“So what’cha gonna do?” he murmurs into the mattress. “Have yer wicked way with me?”

“Is that what you’d like?” you ask. You place your hand on his rear, and he jumps slightly.

Silence for a moment. He wrenches his head to the side to peer at you, eyes narrowed. “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes ya look stupid,” he says.

You grin at him.

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Part of you is annoyed that you just cleaned the damn thing. But the part that enjoys seeing the baddest man in the galaxy so pleasure drunk that his voice jumps an octave is so, so much bigger.

Cad is huffing and moaning as you thrust into him, bucking up against you. He's completely forgotten how to speak Basic again, but you catch a bit of what he's saying. Lots of cursing, lots of begging. Fuck, Maker on high, faster, et cetera.

"Feel good?" you coo. He whines, and you take that as a yes. "Feel good to be full?"

His moan is muffled by the pillow this time. You definitely hear fullua in there, though.

It makes you blush a little bit. You've realized in your research that it's one of the stronger terms of affection one can use.

You pause just long enough for him to get agitated. He peers over his shoulder at you, looking haggard but with no intention of asking you to stop. He's green-faced and panting, his brows knit together.

"Y'ain't done, are ya?" he asks.

You give his ass a hard slap on the fleshiest part, making him yelp. "Beg."

He sneers. "Bitch."

You slap again, this time punctuating with a thrust that makes him yowl. "That's right," you say, emboldened. "Now beg."

He doesn't like that one bit. With a snarl, he pulls himself off of you and pushes you down to the bed. To your surprise, he penetrates himself atop you. His cock throbs as he lifts himself up and down, and you reach out to grab it.

He lets out a choking sound as you pump your hand and thrust your hips. He's close.

Movement out of the corner of your eye makes you turn. Vincenzo slinks out from underneath the bed, blinking sleepily. Cad moans again and the tooka's ears twitch.

You curse yourself inwardly. He's going to pounce on you, isn't he?

He doesn't. He just wiggles his nose, stretches his forelegs, arches his back, and sits back down.

Huh. Guess he definitely has a favorite person. What a chivalrous little guy.

You're so lost in thought that you don't even notice Cad's sudden rhythmless bucking. With a gasp and a drawn-out whine, he pops all over your belly. It's a big one, too -- a few drops hit your chest.

He flops backwards immediately, hitting the pillows with a plump. Shudders rack him every few seconds as he pants and gasps for breath.

"You alright?" you ask. He bobs his head in a rough nod, only to whimper as another shudder hits him.

You pull a towel from the bedside table and, after mopping yourself up, give him a quick clean. You unstrap the harness and wrap the dildo in the towel, setting it on the floor. You'll take care of it later.

Quiet rumbling catches your attention, and you turn. Vince has hopped onto the bed and curled up in the crook of Cad's shoulder, purring loudly.

You can't help but smile. Sitting on the bed next to them, you give Vince's head a little scratch.

"Good kitty," you say.

Vince lets out a scraggly mrrr. You swear that he smiles at you.

Cad mumbles something you don’t quite catch. You ask him to repeat himself. He cracks open an eye to glare at you. “If yer gonna fuck me in de ass,” he grunts, “at least gimme a kiss after.”

...you know what? That’s entirely fair. You lay down next to him and scoot a little closer. “Only if you kiss me too,” you breathe.

Both eyes pop open. He blinks, then reaches his hand to your hair. You flinch a bit -- they’re still covered in minalive oil -- but let him pull you closer. You pucker your lips, but you don’t feel his cool, rough skin.

Instead, he presses his brow to yours. His eyes drifting closed, he rubs his rostrum back and forth across your nose. It reminds you of what Vince does -- a gentle bonk with the head to show affection. But coming from him and not a cat, it makes your heart flutter.

“Pretty l’il lady,” he murmurs. He sounds dazed. Maybe he actually is drunk on pleasure.

Regardless, your heart flutters even more. You let yourself feel it, let it fill your whole chest. A thousand tiny butterflies, all flitting around... Or, with how soft it feels, maybe they’re moths, with their little antennae fronds and fuzzy clothes.

You decide they’re moths. The pretty pink and white ones that show up during the summer, resting on the lemon trees, disguising themselves amongst the blossoms--

Cad clears his throat, knocking you out of your musings. He’s pulled away and is glaring half-heartedly at you. He puckers his lips.

Oh. Right. Your end of the bargain.

You will all of the moths up out of your ribs and into the softest, sweetest kiss you can manage. Your nose squishes slightly against his rostrum as you press your lips to his. You hope that he gets even a little bit of it.

He lets out a soft breath as you part, eyes drifting open. Then they close again, and he lets out a massive yawn and rolls over.

You’re a little disappointed, but this means you get to be the big spoon. You scoot close to him and drape your arm around him, pressing your forehead against the back of his head.

A soft, rumbling weight settles across you, and you open your eyes a little to see a tooka-shaped black hole perching across both of your hips.

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#82: if i have to make a quick break, pegging him will put him out like a light.

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Alphabet with Artemisia | Prompt

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Warnings: NSFW, fluff and smut, 18+

Pairings: Artemisia x fem!reader

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A- Affectionate

(How affectionate are they with you?)

Artemisia isn’t an affectionate person in the normal sense, but for you she’d try. Holding you possessive is her ideology of affection. However, if anyone hurt you, she’d cause a war to say the least and refuse to leave your side for days. She looses the sense of Artemisia the commander when she’s with you, but won’t admit it.

B- Behaviour

(How she acts with you in front of others v.s with you alone & in private.)

With other people around she’s extremely possessive and protective. Hand around your waist and another around your throat, if you know what I mean. ;) Not a soft exposure in sight. In private, she’s still protective and possessive however, she’s more relaxed her eyes soften and she’s less harsh. Again the commander side dissipates when she’s with you in private.

C- Control

(Who’s the one in control, both in bed and out of it?)

Let’s be honest, in bed she is in control. She gives the commands and has full control. Outside of bed, she’d still never let you have control; it’s her force of power. It’s what she craves.

D- Daring

(How much of a risk taker is she?)

She’s more than willing to risk take; especially in the sexual aspect of things. However, she will not share you in any way.

E- Eager

(How eager is she to have any sort of moment with you?)

Artemisia craves your private moments, when she and you simply relax and let yourselves be in each other’s presence. She’s eager to have you alone all the time, you’ve softened her demeanour though she’d never ever admit it.

F- Freaky

(How freaky is she in the sheets?)

Oh hell, she’s a freak in bed. An absolute killer in bed. She makes everyone know whom you belong to and makes noise of your screams travel- despite them already knowing. If you cannot walk the next day that’s a bonus to her.

G- Genuine

(How genuine is she with you?)

If she truthfully adore you, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for you, nowhere she wouldn’t go. Artemisia may not be the most affectionate with you, especially in front of others- but she’d protect you like her life depended on it. You certainly felt her love.

H- Horny

(How horny is she on a scale of 1-10?)

Holy shit, it’s off the scale. Just glancing at you can set her off, she’d definitely get off on your thighs. There’s nothing that doesn’t turn her on about you; this woman’s horny scale is off the charts.

I- Ideal date

(What is her idea of an ideal date, where would she want to take you?)

If Artemisia could ever find the actual damn time to go on a date she would; but it’s hard when trying to conquer and take revenge. That being said, in times of special occasions she’d love to take you to her special place she found exploring the sea’s. Nobody can go; not one person except for you and her. It’s a time she feels utterly at peace and to share with you is even more of a dream she’d never thought she’d receive

J- Jealously

(Does she ever get jealous? How does she react to perhaps your jealously?)

She doesn’t get jealous as long as you don’t give her a reason to be jealous. If you try to make her jealous; you’re in for a rough time. She doesn’t take too well with her possessions drifting away from her; certainly not her most prized one. If you got jealous, she’d find it amusing. She’d find it hot and sexy if anything, but she wouldn’t worry you, she knows she wants you. She just enjoys getting under your skin.

K- Kink

(What kinks does she have and what does she find amusing about your own?)

The amount of kinks and interests she has still surprises you. She’s willing to actually try almost anything as long as you are too. She’s a massive fan of bondage play and a complete sadist. She does have a secret sucker kink for mistress too; if you ever called her that, she’d never let you hear the end of it.

L- Love Language

(What’s her love language?)

This actually took you significantly by surprise when you learnt; but Artemisia loves physical touch. ONLY from you, but all the same she craves it. After years of being alone tortured and hurt; watching her life destroyed before her eyes, having you there was something she didn’t know she needed. Even if it’s just her hand on your knee, or around the waist to know you’re there. Despite you being more words of affirmation, you are making it work. Words aren’t her best forte, but for her lover she’d try.

M- Morals

(What morals does she have and does she expect in return?)

She doesn’t ask for much only for your attention and understanding. In the beginning she’s hesitate and cautious, in fear of betrayal. All she asks for is patience and time which you are willing to give. If she’s with you; she will focus only on you aside from her missions and revenge you are her priority. Honesty is a massive moral of hers and she expects it in return.

N- Naughty

(How naughty is she with you in public and how much is she willing to push it?)

Artemisia isn’t one for subtly. If she wants you; or wants others to know she wants you, she will. Pursuing you she does to the best of her abilities. Running her hand slowly up your thigh on deck as you sit next to her; making her crew fully aware of who you belong to. Teasing you to the upmost extreme extent until you body is jerking and begging for more. She pushes it to the extreme.

O- Old Fashioned

(Is she old fashioned in regards to romance and perusing you, or does she do it with a style she wants?)

Artemisia prefers both ways. She likes to do things with a sense of uniqueness in her sense, especially in regards to wooing you. That being said she certainly isn’t opposed to when you beg her to dance with you. Although, she wouldn’t ever do so in public. She has a reputation to uphold.

P- Passionate

(Is she passionate with you? Does she want to give you as much as possible?)

If she utterly cares for you; passion is her biggest thing on top of possessive. Everything she does; she does with passion. From kissing you, to fucking you to simply holding you. She gives such a raw passion into it, it surprises you every time. Artemisia is a woman of passion especially when taking her killings and fighting in wars, so there’s no doubt she’s passionate more so with a lover too.

Q- Quick-paced

(The way she expresses herself with sex. Is she quick or does she take her time?)

For Artemisia, it genuinely depends upon how much time you have and on the situation at hand. If she has a special occasion and wants to spend her time appreciating every inch of you; she’ll go painfully slow. In fact, she prefers to go slow with you just to see how much of a reaction she can draw out of you. That being said, if she’s had a rough time or you are both I need of something more, she has no problem being rough and quick-paced. She wants to hear your screams echo through the halls as she takes you several times over.

R- Rich

(How much of riches does she drown you in? Is she willing to drown you in all her wealth and glory as she has with herself?)

What is her own is yours. Don’t be surprised if you come on deck one day or perhaps come back to see her throwing diamonds and treasures at you. Despite you already making it clear all you want is her; she still doesn’t back down from wanting to spoil you in all the things she can find. That being said, when the moment calls for it; giving you something extremely special is magnificent and makes you feel utterly soppy, not that she minds.

S- Secret

(Biggest secret you learnt of her and how she reacted when she realised you learnt of it.)

You actually accidentally found out she was extremely ticklish. One night upon trying to sleep, she was teasing you too much to an extent and you racked your nails down her side. Unbeknownst to you; her plan at hiding her ticklish side had failed and she squirmed eliciting a giggle one had never expected to pass her lips. Her commander demeanour returned but it was too late. You’d never let her live it down, and she did her best to pretend she wasn’t.

T- Talkative

(Does she prefer to talk to you for hours or simply lay in the peaceful silence admiring your presence?)

Due to the contrasting love language, you try to balance out the two. She loves to just simply lay in the silence watching you admiring you; fantasising if you prefer. You aren’t opposed to that at all. You too love to lay with her and simply be. However, you both love to sometimes talk for hours on end, learning facts nobody else would dare to utter nor ever know. It is a shared moment that’s not too cheesy; but utterly sentimental.

U- Unpredictable

(Something she does that is unpredictable and unexpected that takes you by surprise.)

Sometimes; she randomly surprises you from behind kissing up your neck and the creases in your veins and pulse points. It’s something she craves and drives her wild; and it sends you insane when she does it. It appears she can’t get enough of you at all, not that you’re complaining.

V- Vulgar

(How vulgar is she in bed and how does she push you to breaking point?)

Have you met this woman? There’s nothing she wouldn’t do to push you to your breaking point. She craves on her power and pushing you to limits you didn’t know you could reach. Her language is strong and she is not afraid to admit it. Swearing like a sailor and using terms in bed that would make anyone blush is her biggest entertainment and amusement to do.

W- Worship

(How does she worship you? And how much is it to what extent?)

Artemisia, would go to the ends of the seas and the ends of the earth to make sure you got what you wanted. As she never doubted you would for her either. You are each other’s anchors, each other’s soul oxygen and if it meant giving up what she desired to get you; she’d be scared at first, perhaps contemplate otherwise, but realise there’s no line she wouldn’t cross to worship you. The scale is off the charts for what she wouldn’t do for you.

X- Xena

(How confident is she with you? Does she let her guard down?)

Letting her guard down at first would be difficult especially in regards to trusting you. She’s always been confident in getting what she wants. Especially in being a strong physical touch and go woman. However, as soon as she’s trusting you that confidence sky rockets in other senses too.

Y- Yearning

(Does she yearn for you as you for her? If so; how does she show it?)

She craves you 24/7. If you’re not there with her, she thinks of you fondly. Even staring at the sea simply reminds her of you and how you act around her. Small objects and utter sights remind her of both the intimate and peaceful moments with you. She won’t ever tell you verbally how much she cares for you. It’s too juvenile to cross her lips; but simple touches and whispered moments make you know how she yearns for you and it’s more than enough.

Z- zZzZ (snore snore)

#eva green #300 rise of an empire #artemisia x reader #artemisia #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #dark shadows #penny dreadful #alphabet with reader

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how they react to you getting on your knees (Eva characters)

These are on the naughty side, so read at your own risk (or whatever).

I want to say, this is the first time writing in the characters pov and not the readers so sorry if it's bad.

Alma

It's been a long day, Jake making all the kids excited with his arrival, you finally got the younger kids to bed, you tiptoed down the hall towards your room, having taken your heels after closing Claire and Bronwyn's door.

Slipping into your room you're sure to gently close the door, leaning your head against the door, taking in the silence. You feel y/n's arms slip around your waist, her breath against the back of your neck. Both of you sighing in contentment at finally being alone together.

Y/n kisses the back of your neck then pulls away to let you in the room, you move to your wardrobe, peeling off your suit coat. You begin talking about the day. "The kids really seem to love Jake, except Enoch, who isn't too happy about Jake's arrival, and Emma-" You turn around and see y/n on her knees in front of you her hands behind her back, looking up with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Smiling down at y/n, you step closer, running your hand over her cheek. Y/n leans into your touch as she gazes up at you, y/n turns her head pressing kisses to your palm before nuzzling back against it. You brush your thumb against her lips.

"Are you going to be my good girl?"

Angie

How dare he, how dare Barnabas kiss the stupid girl, he's yours not that little sluts. You need a drink before he shows up for what will be your last meeting. "Y/n!" You yell for your assistant, who always stays late if you're still here. Y/n comes into the conference room. "Yes, Miss Bouchard?" Y/n asks, standing in the doorway, ready to get you anything you require.

"Go pour a scotch, and when Barnabas gets here let him know I'm in here." You say, and y/n rushes to fulfill your request. You smile, watching her run off. Clumsy little thing, but the best assistant you've had in a century.

She comes back with your drink, placing it down on the table instead of just handing it over, just like you like. Y/n moves to standing off to the side, waiting for any further instructions. You sip your scotch, watching her closely, she's more nervous tonight than she has been in years.

"What has you so nervous tonight, my dear?" You ask the girl, watching her blush at the pet name. Y/n looks at you with a worried look, biting her lip, contemplating if she should speak.

"Miss Bouchard, I've never spoken up about anything before, it's never been my business, but are you sure Barnabas is worth all this." She speaks, and your anger rises. You give her a look and she starts choking, gasping for air.

"Watch it y/n." You say, then release your magic hold on her. She coughs, tears fill her eyes. "I'm sorry, I just, you deserve better than him." She says, still gasping. You scoff at her words. "And who does?" You ask the silly girl.

"No one deserves you, Miss Bouchard." Y/n says, and you smile at that, because she's right. Y/n makes a move that surprises you, she walks over to you, dropping to her knees beside your chair.

She looks at you with pleading eyes. "But if you give me a chance, I'll prove my love for you, every day, till my last breath I'll prove to you how much I love you." She begs you, you watch her very closely, looking for any lies. You find none and smirk.

"You're full of surprises aren't you." You say, causing y/n to look at you with such hope. You turn your chair towards her completely. Looking at her kneeling for you, you graze your bare foot up y/n's thigh, watching her shiver under your touch.

You continue traveling your foot up her body, press your foot into her abs before gliding your foot to her chest stopping when you're right over her heart, you can feel it beating rapidly, you can feel it beating for you. You grin.

"You and I are going to have so much fun together, my darling." You say and y/n gives you such a happy smile. Y/n’s about to speak when Barnabas barges in, y/n goes to stand up but you stop her, keeping her down with a foot on her shoulder.

"Stay there baby girl, mommy will deal with him, then I'm going to have you right on the table."

Artemisia

It hadn't been hard to raid the Greeks royal guards ships, it had been clear there was something they were transporting, weapons maybe, so when your scout came back with news of their sighting, you hatched the plan to ram their ships, kill everyone and take everything of value.

You slaughtered everyone in your path on your way to the middle ship, the one the other ships were surrounding, protecting. Your men were already taking everything back to your ship, heading below, you notice the guards heavily guarding one room, you make your way to it, stabbing and cutting everyone down.

Opening the door you step you, to a bed chamber, you raise your sword quickly blocking a swing to your neck, look in the direction the sword came from, you look eyes with the princess, a grin coming to your face at the sight of her glaring at you.

"Princess y/n, what an honor." You say, with sarcasm dripping from your voice.

"Artemisia." Y/n growls, pushing her sword hard against yours. Your swords had been locked in a fight of strength, you easily disarmed y/n, her sword getting lodged on the door. She attempts to rip it out, but you shove her backwards. 

Y/n stumbles away. "Come now princess, aren't you happy to see me after all these years?" You tease y/n, stalking towards her. "No." Y/n says, glaring at you as you approach her.

You stab your sword into a dresser, so your hands are free. "Not even a little happy?" You pout, faking hurt. Backing y/n into a wall, your hands pressed against the wall, trapping y/n between you and the wall. "Not at all." Y/n say, her voice trembling, her eyes blown wide.

You smirk, knowing she's lying. "That's too bad, I'm happy to see you." You say, playing with y/n's hair. Y/n body now trembling making you smirk widen.

"You are?" Y/n asks, surprised. Watching you with suspension. You lean closer to her, exhaling on her neck, causing y/n to shiver. "Oh yes, I've missed you." You say, grinning against her neck. Your hands grab her waist. "I've missed the way your body feels against mine." You sat, pulled her against you. y/n gasping at the sudden movement.

"I've missed the sounds you make while you squirm under me, your whimpers, your moans, your screams." You say, your hands moving all over y/n's body as you speak. Y/n's hands grip at your shoulders as he breathing speeds up.

You know you've sealed her lust for you, no need to play any longer, you lurch forward, grabbing her face, pulling her into a searing kiss, y/n gasps in surprise and you shove your tongue into her mouth. You grab her leg lifting it up onto your hip, press your hips hard into her. Y/n throws her head back, breaking the kiss.

"Commander." One of your guards said, interrupting your moments. Y/n push away from you, her leg dropping back down. You growl. "What!" You snap, pushing away from y/n ripping your sword out of the dresser you lodged it in. You turn to face the idiot.

He has the decency to look scared. "We've taken everything from the other ships, this ship is the only one without damage, should we burn it like the others?" he asks, y/n gasps from behind you.

"No, we'll add it to our fleet." You say, then screaming at him to leave. He trips over himself trying to get away, you march to the doors slamming them shut and locking them. Turning around to see y/n on her knees in the middle of the room, looking down.

You grin, thinking about how fun she'll be to have around again. you stalk towards her, gripping her hair, pull it hard, forcing her to look up at you. 

"I see you haven't forgotten your manners pet."

Colette

After the parade you're finally free to go to your penthouse, when you get there your maids start annoyingly discussing the baby elephant, as they chatter away you take off your wig, settle it on its stand on your vanity.

You hear y/n coming down the stairs, two at a time, in a hurry to see you. "Hi Colette! How was your day?" Y/n asks, bounding over and kissing your cheek. You watch her in the mirror, her happy attitude annoying you when it normally makes you happy.

You roughly wipe your lipstick off with the back of your hand, which causes y/n to scold you, and quickly rush off to another room, saying she'll get you a washcloth. You stare at yourself in the mirror before your eyes catch something outside, standing up you look down at the courtyard below, anger filling you at the sight below.

How dare Vandemere cover over your poster with a poster of that elephant, you're the star people have come from all over to see for years, and now you're being replaced. 

You hear y/n coming back into the room, and you can feel her presence beside you as you watch the men finish covering your posters. "Oh." Y/n gasps, as she takes in the site. "Oh." You repeat angrily, glaring out the window.

Y/n takes your heads, gently coaxing you away from the window and back to the vanity, you reluctantly allow it. She sits you down, then closes the blinds, blocking the outside world. You turn back to the mirror, picking up the washcloth from the bowl of warm water y/n had brought in, you begin harshly scrubbing your makeup off.

Y/n notices you doing this and takes the washcloth from you, y/n drops to her knees beside you and turns your car to face her. She opens your legs wide enough to kneel in between them, she dips the washcloth back into the water before picking up your hand with smeared lipstick on it, gently wiping it off.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that once Dumbo gets bigger, he'll grow into those ears and won't be able to fly anymore, then you'll be on top again." She says, trying to make you feel better. you think about it and she's right, so you smile down at her, once she's finished cleaning your hands she rinses the cloth before wiping your face carefully, her tongue peaking out as she focuses.

"Thank you, my little mouse."  You say, and y/n blushes at her pet name. Y/n finishes up cleaning your face and sets the cloth in the now cold water. Y/n puts her hands on your knees, looking up at you with such adoration.

You lean down pressing a kiss to her lips, before whispering against her lips. "Why don't we go upstairs and you can help me relieve some stress.

Miss G

You saw the way the girl had been all over y/n, saw her laugh at y/n's jokes, touched her arm, saw how y/n smiled. And why wouldn't y/n smile, the girl was pretty, her age, much younger than yourself. Maybe y/n will realize she doesn't need you and date that girl instead.

You've been thinking about it all day, you couldn't bring yourself to care about coaching the swim team, you just sat there smoking cigarette after cigarette, thinking about the girls hands on y/n.

You didn't even notice y/n showing off during swim lessons, or how Di, trying to top y/n's moves. You did notice the girl sitting on the bank watching the class, the girl y/n was talking too early. You cut class short, storming off.

You don't go to dinner, not wanting to see that girl near y/n, instead you pace around your rooms, wondering when y/n will tell you she's found someone else, when she'll leave you, just like everyone else.

Well past curfew you hear a knock on your door, sighing you stub out your cigarette before cracking open the door. You're surprised to see y/n, she barges in, quietly closing the door. You try to speak but she covers your mouth and presses her ear to the door, listening for something. After a minute she sighs, removing her hand from your mouth. 

"Sorry, I thought I heard someone coming down the hallway." Y/n says, and steps away from the door, closer to you. She reaches her hands toward your face, to pull you into a kiss, but you step away, grabbing another cigarette from the carton, lighting it.

"What's wrong?" She asks, you don't answer her right away, flicking the ash out the window. You turn to her suddenly. "Do you like her?" You ask, watching her closely.

"Like who?" You ask, frowning. "Oh don't play stupid, I saw you with her this morning, she was all over you, then she showed up to watch you swim." You snap, irritated. You watch the realization on y/n's face, and you almost cry then.

Y/n steps closer. "Sweetie, no, I don't like her. She just came up to me, I was being nice, I didn't even know she was at the lake." She says, tries reaching for you. But you shrug away, moving to sit in your chair, leaving y/n standing alone by the window.

"Why not, she's young, pretty, you can spend time with her without people thinking that something is going on." You say, a tear running down your cheek. Y/n rushes to your side, crouching down to wipe your tears.

"I only want you." She says, gently caressing your face. "Let me prove it to you." Y/n says, dropping to her knees in front of you. You smile at her, on her knees willing to do anything for you. You watch her while you finish your cigarette, y/n rests her head in your lap, waiting for you to tell her what to do.

You run your fingers through her hair, gently coax her to lift her head. When y/n lifts her head you spread your legs, your robes parting slightly for her. you watch y/n struggle to keep eye contact with you, watch her lick her lips, eyes blown with desire for you.

"Show me how much you want only me."

#alma peregrine x reader #angelique bouchard x reader #Artemisia x reader #colette marchant x reader #miss g x reader

[therand0mwriter]

Universe-Artemisia

ROTTMNT Leo x mutant!female!reader

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"𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞."

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*3rd Person POV*

"Woo-hoo!"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Cowabunga!"

"Ridin' like a boss!"

"Apriiiiil O'Neil!"

Four mutant turtle brothers and their human friend all enthusiastically shouted, skating into an abandoned skate park. The turtle in red, Raphael, was on a red bike, the turtles donning orange and blue, Michaelangelo and Leonardo, were on their respective color skateboards. The turtle wearing purple, Donatello, was riding a high-tech purple hover bike, and the human girl, April, was on a yellow scooter.

Leo sighs in content, "You know, it's nights like these you gotta really cherish. No criminals, bad guys, just a quiet and peaceful night!" Mikey also sighs in content, "Yeah..." "It's nice to finally catch a break from breaking all those villains! HAHA!" April quipped, doing a flip on her scooter.

"Yeah... it's too quiet." Raph said suspiciously, looking around. "Don't jinx us." Donnie stated, relaxing on his hover bike. Immediately after Donnie finished his sentence, a sci-fi sound caught their attention. All of the teens turn their heads to see a large triangle, different shades of fuchsia swirling around in it.

"Uh... did anyone order an ominous triangle?" Leo unsurely said, looking to his brothers. "Be careful, guys! We don't know who or what will come out of there!" Raph said, his eyebrows furrowing. Donnie scanned the triangle, "Hm... it looks to be a portal, but I can't tell from where." "Should we... go in?" Mikey questioned. "What?! No!" Raph shouts. "So do we just... leave it here?" Leo asked, turning to his red masked brother.

After Leo finished his sentence, a loud explosion came from the portal, making the teens jump and shout in fright. A mass flew out of the, now smoking, portal, landing right in front of the spooked teens. The portal then vanished, but the mass stayed on the ground, motionless.

"Uh, okay..."

Donnie scanned the mass, "Guys, whatever that is, it's alive, there's a heartbeat." They all started to cautiously approached the being, and Donnie poked it with his staff once they were close enough. The being didn't react, still unconscious. "Should we leave it?" April asked. "Hm... I'm not sure." Raph said, turning his back to the being, everyone following his lead. Everyone except Leo, he kept his eyes on the being while his family discussed what they should do.

Leo took in the being, realizing it's back is facing him. 'Black bandana thats tied with a (braid/bow), (light/dark) green skin and... a shell? What the?' Leo saw that the being had weapons on them, two hand-held daggers on their hips and a katana on their back. Because the being was armed, he slowly got down onto his knees and gently placed his hand on the beings shoulder, slowly turning them to face him.

His breath caught in his throat.

The being he had turned was a girl, just like him. She was around his age, a mutant and seemed to be a turtle. The only difference was her hands, five fingers like a human. Leo assumed she also had feet like a human, black flats were covering her feet, the top of her foot was exposed, showing her (light/dark) green skin.

The girl was beaten up, bruises, cuts and dirt covered her entire body. 'She must have been in a fight wherever she came from.' Leo thought, still observing the girls' features. The blue masked turtle gently placed his hand on her cheek, but jumped when she let out a small groan of pain. Leo jumped again when he heard Raph shout, "Leo! What are you doing?! Get away from it!"

"You guys! Look!" Leo moved aside to reveal the girl to them. Raph, Donnie, Mikey and April all simultaneously let out a 'woah' at the sight of the girl. "She's hurt, we have to help her." Leo said, about to pick up the girl. Raph grabbed Leo's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks, "Wait a second, Leo. We don't know her, she could be dangerous!" Leo's eyebrows furrowed, "We won't know if she's a friend or a foe if we let her die! She's unconscious right now, so she's not a threat, and once we get her to the lair to heal, we'll restrain her just in case!"

Everyone's eyes were wide at Leo's outburst and desperation to help the girl. Raph was quiet for a moment, thinking it over. He finally sighed, "Alright, let's take her." Leo's facial features brightened, "Thanks, Raph."

Leo stooped down to pick up the girl by her shoulders and knees, but before he could even lift her up an inch off of the ground, her eyes shot open. Everything that happened afterwards was a blur to everyone... literally. Leo was about to pick up the unconscious girl from the ground and in the blink of an eye, she was conscious and straddling him, holding a sharp metal hairpin to his throat.

[A/N: Image does not belong to me.]

Her breathing was ragged, anyone watching could tell she was on the verge of blacking out again. Leo watched her with wide eyes, frozen in place as she started to interrorgate him. "Who are you?! What do you want with-! Wait... Leo?" "Uh... have we met before?" Leo questions when he finds his voice again. Before anything could be said or asked, the girl went limp again, falling on top of Leo.

It was quiet as everyone processed what just transpired. "What the heck just happened?" April mumbled. "That's what I want to know," Donnie added.

Leo sat up, brining the girl up with him, "How did she know my name?" "I'm not sure, but we should get back to the lair to help her, her vitals are getting weaker." Donnie responded, clicking away on his arm piece. Leo nodded and stood up with the girl, adjusting her in his grip.

"Well, I gotta head home. Let me know how things go with her, good luck!" April said, taking her scooter and zooming away. "See ya, April!" The four brothers called off after her, grabbing their bikes and skateboards and making their way down to the lair.

*Time Skip*

Donnie had set the girl up in his lab, she was on a cot with wires attached to her, keeping track of her heartbeat and keeping her hydrated. He had also cleaned her wounds and bandaged them. At one point, Donnie had to shoo his brothers out of his lab because they were practically breathing down his neck. Once he was done taking care of the girl, he let them back in. They all decided that at least one of them should be present with her at all times, just in case she wakes up and breaks out of her handcuffs that Donnie attached to a nearby table. They took shifts watching her, first Raph, Leo, Mikey then Donnie.

Almost 4 hours have passed and the girl has yet to wake up again. It was Donnie's turn to watch her and he was having trouble staying awake. He looks to the sleeping girl, 'She's not going anywhere.' He thought, leaving the lab to go get a cup of coffee.

On his way back, he met up with Leo, who was now panicking. "Donnie! What are you doing out here?! You should be watching the girl!" Leo shouted. "Relax, Leo. She's chained up and still unconscious, see?" Donnie said, gesturing to the cot... that was empty.

The two brothers shriek in fear, hugging each other, "Where did she go?!" They shrieked again when a metal pin lodged itself into the wall next to their head. They look to see the girl hadn't wandered too far, she was still in the lab and struggling to stand.

She had her another hairpin in her hand, pointing it at them as her other hand was clutching her side. "Stay back!" She firmly shouted, eyes sharp. "I thought we took her pins! How did she get more pins?!" Donnie mumble shouted at himself, referring to how they confiscated the girls other weapons.

Leo, on the other hand, became mesmerized by the girl. He took in every detail about her, sharp (e/c) that gleamed, clear (light/dark) green skin, (thin/plump) lips that complimented her snarl that was currently directed at him, every freckle coating her skin, and the way her bandana hugged her face with the (bow/braid) peaking out from behind her... his heartbeat picked up its pace. 'Is this love at first sight?' He thought to himself, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

"Leo!" Donnies whisper shout snapped Leo out of his trance, "What should we do?!" Leo cleared his throat and put his hands up and softly said, "Hey, we're not here to hurt you." The girls glare hardened, "Then why did you handcuff me?!" "We didn't know if you were a threat to us, it was just a precaution." Leo explained.

The girl was quiet for a bit, then she pointed to Donnie, "You! What did you do to me while I was out?" "Uh, I just cleaned your wounds, bandaged them and gave you an IV drip." Donnie recalled. "That's all?" She questioned. "That's all," The purple masked turtle confirmed. She was quiet again, her eyes darting between the two brothers. Finally, she sighed and lowered her arm with the sharp pin.

"Where are the other two? You'll want everyone here for what I'm about to say." She asked, taking a seat on the cot. The brothers were confused, but nonetheless called Raph and Mikey up.

"Woah! She's up!" Mikey observed, offering her a smile, "How are you feeling?" She gave a small grin in return, "Physically? I'm feeling better."

"Hey," Leo started, catching everyone's attention. "I'm sorry to bombard you with questions when you just woke up but... how did you know my name?" The girl paused, thinking back to her previous memories, "So, I was right. You're Leonardo." All of the brothers eyes widened and Leo nodded. The girl then turned to raph, "And you're Raphael." She turned to Mikey, "Michaelangelo." She turned to Donnie, "And Donatello. You four are mutant turtle brothers, trained by a great ninja master, and named after Renaissance artists."

All of the brothers tensed and looked to each other. One thing was on their mind, 'How does a stranger know so much about them?' Raph spoke up, "Yeah, how did you know?" "Because," The girl started, "I know you. Well, a version of you. What I'm about to say will sound crazy, but it's all true. Donnie," She turned to the purple masked turtle, "If you're anything like my Donnie, you'll get a kick out of this." Donnie had a doubtful look, "We'll see." His response caused her to chuckle.

She took in a deep breath and exhaled, "I'm from another dimension. A dimension with different versions of you. Me and my turtles were fighting an enemy of ours called the Kraang when a machine exploded, pushing me into a portal a Kraang had set up to corner me. That's when you guys found me... I just didn't expect to be sent to a dimension with to guys. And by you guys I mean ninja turtles. You guys are ninjas, right?"

"Ninjas in training," Donnie confirmed. "What are your versions of us like?" Mikey asked with excitement, coming right up to the girl. "Where do these 'Kraang' get the technology to hop from dimension to dimension?" Donnie also asked, stepping up to the girl too. "Oh! What do they look like? Who looks cooler?" Raph questions, also surrounding the girl.

"Whats your name?" Leo's calm voice from the back cut through his brothers hyper voices. Raph, Mikey and Donnie stepped aside so you could see Leo again. Now all four of them looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. "Depends on who you're asking," The girl started and continued at Leo's confused stare. "The kunoichi... or me?"

Leo was quiet, his eyes locked onto hers. Finally, he spoke, "You." She smile, eyes crinkling, "My name is (Y/N), nice to officially meet you." Leo's heartbeat spiked at her smile and finally hearing her name.

Mikey piped up, "What's a kunoichi? Does that mean you have two names?" (Y/N) nodded, "Kunoichi means female ninja, and my kunoichi name is: Artemisia." "Why do you have two names?" Raph asked. "Well... I used to be human." (Y/N) responded, getting surprised responses from the brothers.

She chuckled, "That's right, I used to be human. After I was mutated, I figured a code name was in order. So I chose Artemisia after Artemisia Gentileschi, an Italian painter." "Why were you mutated?" Donnie questioned. "Uh, accident. So tell me about yourselves, from the looks of it, you're all different types of turtles. I'm curious to how similar and different you four are from my turtles too." (Y/N) brushed off, changing the subject. The brothers looked to each other out of the corner of their eyes at her hesitancy.

*Time Skip*

The five of them talked for hours, (Y/N) telling the brothers about her and her world and the brothers returning the favor. "By the way, you guys wouldn't happen to have a way to transport from different dimensions, do you?" (Y/N) asked, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Not that I know of, unfortunately. The closest thing we have is Leo's sword, but I don't think it can go from dimension to dimension." Donnie informed. "What do you mean?" (Y/N) asked, clearly confused.

"That right! We forgot to tell you!" Leo started excitedly, "We all, except Donnie, have magic weapons! I have a sword that can teleport us," Leo took his sword and swung it, demonstrating its use. A circular blue portal opened and he stepped through. The portal disappeared for a good 30 seconds the re-appeared, Leo stepping out with a large pizza.

After sheathing his sword, Leo walked up to (Y/N) and opened the pizza box, slightly leaning down, "For you, m'lady." She chuckled and took a piece, "Thank you, Leo." Said turtle blushed and giggled like a school girl, "You're welcome, it's nothing, don't worry about it-"

Mikey pushed Leo to the side and presented his kusari-fundo, "My weapon catches on fire!" The orange masked turtle swung his weapon around until it came to life, lighting with fire and high pitch laughing. (Y/N)'s eyes went wide, "Woah."

"My turn!" Raph pushed Mikey to the said and revealed his tonfā, "C'mon magic weapon!" He slammed his fists together and larger, red fists appeared over his own. "Wow, you guys weren't kidding about magic weapons." (Y/N) said, impressed.

"The place you got your weapons," She started, changing the subject. "Are we able to go there and see if someone there can help me get back home?" Donnie stepped forward, "We can go look after you're healed more, you're in no condition for traveling." At his words, (Y/N) gained a sad smile, "You sound just like my Donnie, caring and worried." The purple masked turtle gained an embarrassed blush, "I-I'm not worried. I just don't want to be yelled at by Leo if you get hurt because you weren't healed enough." Leo's eyes went as wide as saucers, "What?!"

(Y/N) heartily laughed out loud, "I may be away from home, but I'm glad I ended up with you guys." She gave all of them a warm smile. Raph, Mikey and Donnie returned the smile. Leo, on the other hand, had a love-struck look, eyes half lidded, blush, goofy smile, the whole nine yards.

"It's late, we should get some sleep." (Y/N) brought up, the brothers agreeing. "Goodnight, (Y/N)! It was nice getting to know ya!" Mikey grinned, leaving the lab. "Night, (Y/N), see ya tomorrow!" Raph waved, also leaving the lab. Donnie handed the girl a small remote, "If you need anything just press the button, me or one of my brothers will come help you if you need it." "Thank you, Donnie." (Y/N) smiled as the purple masked turtle left.

All that was left was Leo. (Y/N) looked to him with an expectant smile, causing the blue masked turtle to look side to side in nervousment. Leo weakly chuckled, "Y-Yeah, so if y-you need anything, j-just holla at ya boy!" He gave her finger guns as he walked backwards out of the lab, but tripped half way through. (Y/N) giggled, giving Leo more butterflies, "Goodnight Leo, I'll see you tomorrow." He also giggled, "Y-Yeah, see you t-tomorrow."

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